best show ever
In a vast warehouse full of gardening tools, records books, old tires, fluorescent bulbs blocking the entrances to unused washrooms (etc): at the end of the room (which is the size of an airplane hangar) there are twenty or so people listening to some amateur freakout. People come and go. Then I notice that fucking Thurston Moore is there carrying a bag of beer(I'm all omg no way way no way no way). I give Elisa from Magik Markers a tape - she's nice and seems genuinely happy and grateful etc. Huuugs. She remembers me after I mention that montreal show. Well mostly that I'm from s'toon. Some brutal garage joke band that ends up charming everyone. I talk to this person who I noticed noticing me - Beth how nice, of course from that arty northampton town, grad student deep voice. I give her a totally unmarked tape, thinking later that I should have at least included an email address or my name or something on it. This bearded, long-haired dude with a black sabbath patch on his torn up jacket blasts everyone with his large stack of speakers, microphone, voice. I eventually work up the nerve and introduce myself to Thurston - he's nice although it's clear how unimportant I am in his world. I avoid getting all fanboy on him. (actually I sort of can't believe that I really met him). Magik Markers destroy. There are probably about 15 people watching, enthralled. Very different from when I saw them in montreal - that time there were 100 disinterested art-fags and three dancing maniacs. This time it's more desperate, searching, pained, but also punky and ecstatic. More simple beats. A totally trashy drumkit. Feels more like improv.
I say a couple quick goodbyes and shoot more glances at beth as she leaves and she's still looking back. Strange connections, unclear meanings. Elisa wants to give me something in exchange for the tape but I disengage and let a couple other fans/friends move in. My dad is sleeping in the car when I get back. He liked the energy, not so much the volume. Missed the garage band and the serious harsh noise sabbath dude while drinking vodka & watching American football in a seedy bar somewhere down the way. What a drinky-poo.
I say a couple quick goodbyes and shoot more glances at beth as she leaves and she's still looking back. Strange connections, unclear meanings. Elisa wants to give me something in exchange for the tape but I disengage and let a couple other fans/friends move in. My dad is sleeping in the car when I get back. He liked the energy, not so much the volume. Missed the garage band and the serious harsh noise sabbath dude while drinking vodka & watching American football in a seedy bar somewhere down the way. What a drinky-poo.