did the whole 'support tonic' thing and went to see Devendra on Monday. Yikes! Dude looks good in earrings (ya I crush, love those teeth, you're right!) and wow the Rejoicing material was beautiful, artful and joyously offhand yet there's his voice filling the whole room with tiny little brushes of guitar, then then then...the stage was suddenly full of freaks! like tarantula (openers who i'd never spent any time with and my god do they bear a frightening sonic likeness to the trans-siberian orchestra. Blargh to the fake virtuoso!), Coco Rosie/girlfriend and Currituck County dude and some yes some guy in a (roommate sample comment 'wow daphne, you were right about how this show would features someone in a) cape and jaunty hat' hopping down like freak flag style playing the flute and gesticulating, which is not a word i use lightly or even really know how to spell, and then there was a charles manson cover, and a canned heat cover. my god. i surrender! you are hippie garbage! please start making funny, weird songs again, or beautiful, heartbreaking songs even - just please. songs.
am interviewing lady sovereign tomorrow, way too early. digging on 'random' tho the hook's not what it could be. that said, diggin on durrty goods' 'gimmie dat' which is just a straight spit, usually not my thing (more a wiley girl, i like a good comedy). the Lady's constant laughing on each track is prolly my fav sound thread of late. it's wicked and silly.
abt the below: was thinking about the whole nightclub lighting cause i went to the Roxy on Sunday for Motherfucker starring Bloc Party, who bored me to death with their earnest, jittery songs - that dude's singing is okay, but when he goes into the falsetto thing (aka, like every chorus on the whole album) for the shout hook, it is madly artless. Even the bass player looked bored. Oh, well anyway I was thinking about how all the blue flashers were totally inappropriate to the music, but then again is Bloc Party a Roxy kind of band? and how weird that whole experience is - the rock party anachronism, esp. like three years to its current rehash. No one danced, at all.