it's bad luck when your moniker rhymes with RIP, but give a second forODB. Just a few from 36. Can't win with letters or numbers. i guess my first album is going to be titled 'i'm livin' to 100 and will die in my sleep.'
went to the most upscale loft space i've ever seen, office ops last night. they have good heat AND multiple vintage pin ball machines in working order. Utopia? Went to see Tunnel of Love, a grimy three piece from Boston who, for lack of originals, trash the shit out of near-dead freedom rock. Darkest ever cover of Paint It Black for finale, sung by mostly guitarist stoner haired young buck who radiated, sweated-even desperate adolescent lust. mostly lead singer in elvis-glasses, cheap vamp cape and manson tights - a waif boy prancing like iggy to a crowd of 20, working it, picking the least likely gal in the audience (namely, me) to sing Wild Thing to...mind you, caressing my face and all. I wasn't even offended as the two took turns beating the crap out of a blow up doll, cause the two tiers of mid-20s boys standing front were positively salivating - pure triangulation, projection. is this what early jon spencer looked like? will it disappear overnight? can't tell. good stuff.
also - the readymades, yep, you guessed it. the audience in line, rotating into instruments then playing to a video prompt. best songs "waffle: unlawful" and maybe "landlords of chaos" because even when balls to the wall, freaked out dumb art school prankin, people wanted order - they stuck to the text prompt and noodle/thrashed. only the sound guy, singer on the Waffle song, really broke out and told a narrative. A genius born. you can't lie with an instrument.
Also, i have a feeling that beach boys the musical isn't going to fork over the money to buy tons of sand, recreating the lifelike effect of B.Wilson's madness. Still, I mean, this fall/winter is really a bumper crop of Beach Boys bullshit. Who wants to go with me?