Like, genuinely afraid
There are some times when, for no reason I can discern, I need to hear The Mountain Goats' "Lovecraft in Brooklyn." I put on my "Favorite Goats" playlist, and Lovecraft finely tunes the intensity of my soul.
Then their cover of "I Saw the Sign" comes on and soothes it.
Aural perfection.
Last night, Ashley & Davin called unexpectedly to invite me to a show at the High Dive. Davin won free tickets to the show from everyone's favorite scenester Matt Brown in a heated pinball battle, so they offered to cover my...ah...cover. I joined them, and started my weekend a little early.
The first two bands were discouraging. I can't even recall the name of the first; it was a drums-guitar duo with some very ill-advised covers. Some guitar-drums duos really work it, to the point where you can hardly believe two people are making such awesome noise. Some just sound like they couldn't find a bassist.
Sadly, this group fell in the latter category.
The second group was - surprise! A guitar-drums duo. This was two of the guys from Thee Emergency, a band that has done nothing but raise the ire of everyone I know, and yet seems strangely popular. Some of you may recall them for the hilarious faux pas their singer made at the Queen Anne Silver Platters grand opening. These fellows were calling themselves The Seattle Supersonics, and began their set by saying, "How many of you are old enough to remember when Seattle had its very own professional basketball team?" Hilarity.
This duo also fell in the latter category. Plus, they had ridiculous hair.
With the third band of the night, things began to look up. The number of people on the stage blossomed from two to four, with quite an array of synthesizers. They're called Hotels, and despite a rather silly dressing scheme, they were quite rockin'. Synthy, angular indie rock with new wave pop sensibilities. We all enjoyed ourselves quite a bit.
With the headliners we returned to the guitar-drums format, but this was as far apart from the earlier groups as a Kraft single is from aged Gruyere. The guitarist, Ben, is an acquaintance of Davin and Ashley's, and they had told me he was an amazing blues guitarist...yet I was not prepared for the floor-shaking, body-rocking onslaught they laid out. Gozer plays punk-informed dirty electric blues guitar to make your body shake and your mama cry.
It was, in a word, intense.
All the while, Ghost Busters 2 played on the bar TV. Weird.
After the show, Matt Brown joined us for a trip to Beth's, where we ate breakfast and the aforementioned rock journalist paid me the most flattering attention all evening.
The Rothchildren crashed at my place around 4am and I had to work at 11, so it's good that my plans tonight are the more tame "dinner with the folks."
Then their cover of "I Saw the Sign" comes on and soothes it.
Aural perfection.
Last night, Ashley & Davin called unexpectedly to invite me to a show at the High Dive. Davin won free tickets to the show from everyone's favorite scenester Matt Brown in a heated pinball battle, so they offered to cover my...ah...cover. I joined them, and started my weekend a little early.
The first two bands were discouraging. I can't even recall the name of the first; it was a drums-guitar duo with some very ill-advised covers. Some guitar-drums duos really work it, to the point where you can hardly believe two people are making such awesome noise. Some just sound like they couldn't find a bassist.
Sadly, this group fell in the latter category.
The second group was - surprise! A guitar-drums duo. This was two of the guys from Thee Emergency, a band that has done nothing but raise the ire of everyone I know, and yet seems strangely popular. Some of you may recall them for the hilarious faux pas their singer made at the Queen Anne Silver Platters grand opening. These fellows were calling themselves The Seattle Supersonics, and began their set by saying, "How many of you are old enough to remember when Seattle had its very own professional basketball team?" Hilarity.
This duo also fell in the latter category. Plus, they had ridiculous hair.
With the third band of the night, things began to look up. The number of people on the stage blossomed from two to four, with quite an array of synthesizers. They're called Hotels, and despite a rather silly dressing scheme, they were quite rockin'. Synthy, angular indie rock with new wave pop sensibilities. We all enjoyed ourselves quite a bit.
With the headliners we returned to the guitar-drums format, but this was as far apart from the earlier groups as a Kraft single is from aged Gruyere. The guitarist, Ben, is an acquaintance of Davin and Ashley's, and they had told me he was an amazing blues guitarist...yet I was not prepared for the floor-shaking, body-rocking onslaught they laid out. Gozer plays punk-informed dirty electric blues guitar to make your body shake and your mama cry.
It was, in a word, intense.
All the while, Ghost Busters 2 played on the bar TV. Weird.
After the show, Matt Brown joined us for a trip to Beth's, where we ate breakfast and the aforementioned rock journalist paid me the most flattering attention all evening.
The Rothchildren crashed at my place around 4am and I had to work at 11, so it's good that my plans tonight are the more tame "dinner with the folks."