show at stone soup (aka forking paths)
tonight (friday) at stone soup (4 king st):
- MC KC (trutheatertheater, high society)
- popocapetl
- the dungeoneers (2/3 terribles, 1/3 bonezone, 1/1 regal pummel)
- phone book (fall down the stairs music)
8:30pm epic warm-up.
[...] last night’s show was fun- the dungeoneers (which is the terribles with mz on drums and new songs) ruled as can be expected, with costumes even. MC KC had a new jam that solid ruled– i wish she’d cut a tape already. the beats are occasionally herky, but the new shit is fully on point and with a catchy chorus even. uh, not to say i don’t like herky beats because i do. it’s cool and you feel like you’re watching someone from a million years in the future trying to accurately portray early 90s rap but filtering it through, like i said, many generations of awesome fucked future. ok, now i’m getting into that frequent territory where maybe i’m saying too much how much i like something and maybe i’m talking about the thing the person that does the thing doesn’t like about the thing. uh, KC rules. cut a tape, i’ll jeep it. popocatepetl, i have to say, i was psyched about / ready to be critical towards, based on the fact that popocatepetl is one of my favorite volcanos, an active volcano which takes the form of a man once a year to walk the streets of mexico city with its wife, the volcano iztaccihuatl. so, a lot to live up to. anyway, they were a noise band and kind of a bummer in that they took a long time to set up and their set up included an altar and a costume change and getting way high, and in that you kind of got the vibe that they were like “let’s blow people’s lids by being freaky”, and once you get that vibe, nothing a person does is freaky, it’s just being on a haunted hayride in the daytime. no “goin’ for it”, reading artaud aloud during the first song, which set the stage for me not paying attention at all. the best parts of the set were both us: ML making fart sounds in the background with his marvelous armpits; nik perry, dog schmidt, and little andrew bumrushing the instruments beforehand while they were out smoking up, and having more fun. ok fair guy, so how was phone book? well, let’s be self-critical as though i’m not ever. phone book (which is my band with GT on drums and me playing guitar), is a creative band in the go-ahead style of enthusiasm over everything else, steady chooglin’ with natural rhythms, less about notes than shapes of sounds and their movement and density, in the vernacular of mid-tempo riff rock. as i see it, we are exactly as successful, show to show, as as much fun we’re having. is this a valid mode for a band? i say, in the eleventh hour, all things being valid, yes. and did we have a lot of fun? again, yes. there are still hesitations, times where one or both of us is/are out of it, self-conscious, and coasting. but in our moments, which we are finding easier and easier, there is no thought. which is, as dracula famously said, glorious. fa! [...]