Only one photo link this time around but it's one of my favorites in a
of pictures from psychiatric
hospitals taken in Serbia and the surrounding environs in the late
nineties. What were probably run down institutions
to start with were made much worse with the wars being waged in the
Skate video of the month: Fourstar released a tour video for their
antics in Florida called 4 Live Crew. As always,
any video from the Girl camp is high quality. Lots of Mike
Carroll footage which is a big plus.
I went triple entry deep on the photo
journal page - band pics, dog walks and mini-state
this month - Sigur Ros, Paint Fumes, La Sera, OFF, Dana Buoy and more. Not an especially
with Times New Viking
I was excited to see The Clean again - a number of
years ago I saw them as the first act on a super bill with Yo La
Tengo and Modest Mouse, and they might have been the best band of the
night. I clearly wasn't alone as the show
was well attended by both young fans and old folks alike. I can't
claim to be any sort of super fan - going in I claimed
that as long as they played "Tally Ho" (one of my all-time favorite
songs by any band ever), I was going to go home a
very happy man. After the show, even if they hadn't played it I
still would have been plenty pleased with the perform-
ance. Luckily, that gem of a track got the live treatment as
well. Then again, do they ever not play their signature
I really have no idea, but somehow doubt it.
A combination of wanting to
be up front to take photos of the Clean and a recommendation from my
friend John led to
getting to the 506 in time to see openers Times New Viking. I
basically knew nothing about them other than Merge
put out a record of theirs, which I had not heard. Turns out they
are a spunky, poppy lo-fi punk band with a singing
drummer and one of the most attractive keyboard players I've ever
seen. It was kinda hard not to stare at her for most
of the show, and I'm pretty sure I wasn't alone. As an added
bonus, I greatly enjoyed their music - it reminded me a little
bit of the Thermals crossed with Guided by Voices, two great tastes
that taste great together. I'd gladly go see these
guys again, as an opener or a headliner.
It appeared to me that Pop. 1280 was one of the new
underground buzz bands, putting out a record on the oft talked
about Sacred Bones label and getting a lot of high visibility
press. I decided to go check them out more or less on a
whim, but also because I really dig seeing shows at the Pinhook, and
was shocked at how few people were there. I
feel like I'm always late on the intake on the new hot shit music,
could it be I was ahead of the trends?
Anyways, the band was kind of a trip - they sounded like Shellac,
Ministry and US Maple got greased up, stuffed in a
sack and shaken. Dark, industrial, aggressive, and pretty
enjoyable. The drummer had a sheet of tin roofing set up
on a keyboard stand and banged on it extensively. The singer, who
was front man only, was tall and lanky with tight
clothes and an angular haircut, looking kinda like a rock star
caricature and a bad ass at the same time. I'm not en-
tirely sure I loved them, but they were definitely interesting enough
that I bought their record and want to give it a nice
Hiss Golden Messenger
with William Tyler
I have seen William Tyler play many times -
with Lambchop, with KORT, and even with Superdrag on a tour a good
decade or so ago - but this was my first time finally seeing him do his
solo thing. Instrumental guitar music isn't usually
my bag, but I found it quite enjoyable. More knowledgeable folks
than myself have mentioned musicians like Jack
Rose, Bert Jansch, and John Fahey in comparison, and I'll just have to
take their word for it. What I do know is Tyler is
a hell of a guitar player, using a crazy configuration of pedals to
layer different guitar lines on top of each other and pro-
viding a damn robust sound for just one dude playing six strings.
The Court and Spark released
one of my all-time favorite alt-country records, "Bless You."
They were from SF and
gathered a bot of attention at the same time I was living out there,
and I was lucky enough to see them play a couple of
times. I mention this because the frontman of that band was MC
Taylor, who started going by Michael Taylor and
moved to North Carolina probably around the same time I decided to move
back. But instead of taking my route of
playing a lot of shitty basketball and getting fat, he started
performing solo under the name Hiss Golden Messenger.
Probably a better use of one's time, honestly.
Anyways, that's a really
pointless and long-winded introduction to my finally seeing Hiss Golden
Messenger playing live.
It was just one man and some folky, slightly country jams, but man were
they powerful. Haunting really, helped along a
lot by Taylor's stellar voice. He has always been one of my
favorite singers since the Court and Spark days, and
nothing has changed in that regard. Any of his old C&S fans
would be well served in searching out this "new" project
from Taylor - I'm certainly glad I got off my ass and finally got
Archers of Loaf
Haw River Ballroom
At what point do we stop referring to these Archers
of Loaf shows as "reunion shows"? They might not be
any new music, but I've seen them at least four times since the
reformation and I missed a couple of their gigs. They've
played locally more often over the past year than pretty much anyone
not named Lonnie Walker or Whatever Brains.
Not that I'm complaining, obviously - they're still one of my very
favorite bands ever no matter how you describe the
nature of their current status. And they still rock just as hard
as they did before the break up. It was a great set - played
most of the "hits" and really hit heavily on "All the Nation's
Airports". They also played the great "White Trash Heroes,"
which they don't play nearly often enough. Great sound, great
effort, great gig.
But here is the downside to
the evening - way way WAY too many weekend warriors out trying pack a
year's worth of
partying into one night. Obviously the Archers draw an older
crowd, people my age and older, and for the most part
they don't go out like they did fifteen years ago (something I realize
at nearly every show I go to when I'm one of the old
creepy men there). So they get a babysitter, go to a rock show
and get so drunk they nearly ruin the event for everyone
standing around them. Let it be said I hate these people with the
fury of a thousand suns. Especially the drunk brother
and sister who nearly came to blows with the lesbians behind me, all of
which were acting like assholes.
An interesting thing happened
on this, my 569th viewing of the phenomenon known as Pipe - no one was throwing
beer cans at them!!! I guess this fancy club doesn't serve any
beers in cans, and we were left with an incomplete Pipe
live experience. Might as well have removed the drums or guitar,
it would have been no less unnoticed. A couple of
folks were throwing pita bread at Ron Liberti, but it's just not quite
the same is it? Unless the band was also perform-
ing in a tub of hummus, then it would be the perfect choice.
Anyways, Pipe played pretty much the same set of songs
they've been playing for years and years now, Liberti delighted &
tickled me with his antics, and they continue to hold
the title of "funnest punk band ever".
As a side note, this was my
first time to this venue and it's great - beautiful inside and
out. Too bad they don't have
more shows I'm interested in here, but then again if I had to make that
long drive often it would get a little old, even if it
is a pretty nice drive. And the burger I got at the general store
next door was one of the best I've ever had.
Wilco - Born
Alone. It took me nearly a year to finally listen to
Wilco's last record "The Whole Love," which pretty well
explains my current feelings on this band despite once loving
them. These songs ain't bad though.
Bonus: I Might.