Winter Void Three
Tonight I went to Winter Void Three with dracula_disco. It wasn't quite as amazing as Winter Void Two, but Winter Void Two is a hard act to follow.
Rhinestone Quarry were going in an interesting direction, but not quite as refined as I would hope. Half of The Last of England (who get major points for naming themselves after a Derek Jarman movie) were grounded. The remaining half set up their instruments on a card table and then thrashed around for five minutes, knocking the card table over, which was surprisingly satisfying. Waterfinder w/Great Blue Heron played psychodelica followed by an accapella folk song about a hanging. Fuck Telecorps made some noise, but I was disappointed that the trumpet never came in to play. Chris Neils made pretty music on his acoustic guitar. Hunted Creatures and D. S. Miller played just the sort of noise I want to hear, crystaline and resonant, the sort of sound you can get lost in. The Microwaves weren't quite as good as they were when they had a bass player, but they still play no wave I can dance to, even if no one else can. I used to go out with a guy who thought he played noise funk, but Expensive Shit really played noise funk. They got the girls and a few of the guys dancing, which at a show like this is pretty impressive. And Free Clinic rocked, which was just what we needed to cap off the night.
I scraped my knee on the way home and will probably hate myself tomorrow, but I've got a couple of Spalding Gray movies out from Netflix to distract me from that nagging feeling that everyone in the world can see inside my apartment.
Rhinestone Quarry were going in an interesting direction, but not quite as refined as I would hope. Half of The Last of England (who get major points for naming themselves after a Derek Jarman movie) were grounded. The remaining half set up their instruments on a card table and then thrashed around for five minutes, knocking the card table over, which was surprisingly satisfying. Waterfinder w/Great Blue Heron played psychodelica followed by an accapella folk song about a hanging. Fuck Telecorps made some noise, but I was disappointed that the trumpet never came in to play. Chris Neils made pretty music on his acoustic guitar. Hunted Creatures and D. S. Miller played just the sort of noise I want to hear, crystaline and resonant, the sort of sound you can get lost in. The Microwaves weren't quite as good as they were when they had a bass player, but they still play no wave I can dance to, even if no one else can. I used to go out with a guy who thought he played noise funk, but Expensive Shit really played noise funk. They got the girls and a few of the guys dancing, which at a show like this is pretty impressive. And Free Clinic rocked, which was just what we needed to cap off the night.
I scraped my knee on the way home and will probably hate myself tomorrow, but I've got a couple of Spalding Gray movies out from Netflix to distract me from that nagging feeling that everyone in the world can see inside my apartment.