PSYCHEDELIC CONFESSIONS AND THE CHURCH
It’s a fairly typical backstage scene. A small group of people, almost none of whom know each other (or seem to care to), have worked their way back here to meet the Church. There are less people than there probably will be later for headliners Echo & The Bunnymen (who should be going onstage any moment)— and the faces look alternately bored, indifferent, nervous, excited and/or important.
PSYCHEDELIC CONFESSIONS AND THE CHURCH
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by Bill Holdship
“I’M ON THE GUEST LIST...” I
It’s a fairly typical backstage scene. A small group of people, almost none of whom know each other (or seem to care to), have worked their way back here to meet the Church. There are less people than there probably will be later for headliners Echo & The Bunnymen (who should be going onstage any moment)— and the faces look alternately bored, indifferent, nervous, excited and/or important. Church guitarist Marty Wilson-Piper wasn’t feeling well and left immediately following the band’s set, which looked fantastic from the one song we managed to see (“thanks” to a burnt-out headlight and a Detroit traffic cop), was reportedly great, and had to be real good if it was anything like the club date the band performed in nearby Lansing a yearand-a-half ago.