1) The Daphne Brooks "Jeff Buckley's Grace" reading went so far beyond my expectations I can't even just say, 'it went really well.' The venue was perfect, the house was packed (sorry but thanks to those who stood in the back) and all the books we ordered were sold so that D. Brooks fans could get autographs. Also, duh, Daphne's reading was fabu - she read from her introduction and her analysis of the "Hallelujah" section - putting into practice what the 'rockism' debate tries to encourage - expanding borders of the canon and who writes about it, and how. Good questions too, none of that 'pontificating in the guise of a ???' bs.
2) Left dinner to see the last of the Fischerspooner shows at The Canal Room. Holy brocade and wife-beater, Batman, it's 2005! The band came out in full pancake with silver-grey pomade making them look like wedding cake figurines. Okay, actually, their drummer was wearing a yellow basketball outfit but who cares, because if there's one thing that doesn't matter about Fischerspooner, surely it's the live drums.
On "Get Confused," this bizarre woman who'd been in the VIP section making exotic bird noises got on stage and danced with Casey. After the song he exclaimed that he, 'didn't know she was packing heat,' and asked her what she did for a living, "Date guys like you..." 'what does that mean,' "Guys with money." He then very publically asked her to get off the stage and asked for a shot of tequilla "petrone, please." Later, I called Amy and recounted the show, most of which matched up entirely with her experience at the show last week. Was this queen-humilation moment planned too? I doubt it, but it was really odd, esp. considering the woman was in the VIP section.
Also, during "We Need a War," which Casey enhanced with deeper, playfully dark singing (he had thrown off the earpiece he was wearing all night that was feeding him guide-vocals) after the exclamation "get political people, yahhh!" two very attractive topless women got on stage and danced while the guitarist played a sort of raunchy solo, then making out while Casey finished the set, and the night. It reminded me of Tim Quirk's EMP paper about women who flash at concerts, and whether this is a liberating or humilating thing. I would have to say in this context it was, at the very least, sadly misguided on the part of the women and ignorant on the part of Casey. I mean, Susan Sontag wrote the lyrics to the song...and it's about...war....Is war sexy topless dancing? In the one weird and maybe misguided gesture of Fischerspooner, it was the most misguided thing - or was it the audience begging FS to just keep emerging? They did, twice, the first time Casey saying, "I'm bored with this song, it's sooo 2000, no, so 1990...eight!' and then, sadly and without build-up or audience request, he called for it again. Confetti flew and vocals glitch/sped but even the band seemed bored. After the lights went up, Carlos D began to DJ and I knew, like I've felt so many times at shows, that I had to get the hell out before something stuck to me.