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Thao & Mirah, with respective melded bands and songs, played last night at Mississippi Studios, a show I was foolish enough not to get a ticket for beforehand. So naturally this was the one show I’ve tried to see this year that was indubitably sold out. Shortly before finding this out, I did get a glimpse of Mississippi’s new expanded digs and the place looks pretty nifty, but with the Saturday dwindling on the tail end of a street fair, it was packed and I was anxious to make myself scarce if I couldn’t see the show.
A great poster, regardless.
A little bit of searching, luckily, at least gives us a glimpse into what they sound like live together. Both tracks are Thao songs: the first is a new song (the first song written after Know Better Learn Faster was finished), with a video at the yourstru.ly link; the second taken live from a show on the current tour, from the aforementioned album.
July 11th, 2010
A deceptively simple theme. It ends at ten because, whereas I could find songs with “twelve” or “thirteen” in the title, eleven is elusive.
July 3rd, 2010
Oh, Sunday night shows, why couldn’t you be on any other night of the week?
With a sunny day firmly one day back and allergies having officially begun their assault on my sanity for the season, and both Amy and I riding the crest of a wave that promises a long day on Monday once it breaks, we’re lethargic at best heading down to Holocene, but we’re both really excited to see Born Ruffians. Music that hyper and infectious has to be good live, right?
We arrive with Strange Holiday already in full swing and find a seat on one of the couple of couches to watch. They’re a fairly full band, five or maybe six people and the lead vocalist keeps changing up to one strange instrument after another which sometimes works to great effect, but not always; I think I recognize the bassist and soon enough we piece it together. He works with my brother at the Cricket Cafe. We met Ben officially last weekend (although we’ve been visiting the Cricket frequently over the last few months because the food is top notch). The music is good, enjoyable, and to my mind recalls The Besnard Lakes, although it’s a bit too reverby for Amy’s taste. But it’s pleasant and toe-tapping and I look forward to seeing where these guys will go with it.
Young Rival was up next (after some Cotton Jones intermission music, yay!) , a much more stripped down band, two guitars and a drummer, Blues Explosion style, promising to play us some rock songs, a promise they amply kept. They had their name spelled out in letters set up across the stage, which I thought was a nice touch, but even so I keep confusing their name in my mind with that of Local Natives as I tried to recall their name later. But of the rocking, there was much to be had with straightforward, catchy, toe-tapping tunes (and vocals that occasionally called Mark E. Smith to mind) that enthused what turned out to be a pretty good and appreciative crowd for a Sunday night. Part way through the set, though, our view from the couch got obscured and so Amy and I opted to hang out in the spacious lobby for the rest of it playing some fierce Quordy matches against my iPod. The music was plenty loud there, too, so there wasn’t much to miss outside of some hand-clapping that we didn’t participate in.
There are some bands who defy my expectations of what they look like, upon finally seeing them live; like seeing a movie based on a well-loved book, you build up a idea or at least a vague notion in your mind of what these fellows are like. That wasn’t Born Ruffians; they looked like the Born Ruffians had in my head, and they rocked every bit as much as I hoped. They sounded great, played well, were affable with the crowd, and scorched through tune after tune with a ton of energy, opening with the first track off of their new album (“Oh Man”) and bouncing back and forth between the newer songs and stuff from 2008′s “Red Yellow & Blue” (including a super fun rendition of… “Barnacle Goose”, is that the song?).
They– and I too, I suppose– were surprised by the number of people dancing about given that it’s a 21+ venue, but Holocene usually has an enthusiastic crowd. (“Not quite sure how in the HECK you people moved and shaked liked you did, but you did,” said their post-show Facebook post.) Unfortunately, they hadn’t hit the stage until quarter-after eleven and being the old folk that we now are– at least when it comes to Sunday night shows– we left shortly before midnight, the fading strains of “Retard Canard” wafting out behind us.
June 7th, 2010
Just a few brief notes on this show. The first opener was an act that came complete with a bizarre and crude stop-motion style animation with monkeys of various colors flying about, and rapping, and I guess this thing is only half-finished but now I know what going mad begins to feel like. Mostly missed the second act due to the arrival of several friends who got tipsy and lost arriving via limo (the limo ride being a birthday present) and caught up in talking.
Tune-Yards was brilliant, at least as good if not better than the Holocene show of just two months past, singing, dancing, jumping, and enchanting the crowd through a boisterous and playful set. Being the headliner this time– which bought Amy enough time after her performance to make it to the show this time, bonus– we got a little more of an extended set, including the chance to see “Safety” played live during the encore set. Also, there was some saxamaphone in the mix which worked really far better than it sounds like it ought to. It’s one of those instruments that can really make things cheesy in a hurry; thankfully this was not the case here. Fantastic performances by the Tune-Yards crew and a good night all around (perhaps sans Crayola monkeys).
(Video from the encore found via Mississippi apostille).
June 7th, 2010
A pretty straightforward theme here with a lot of initial options to choose from. There were lots of shoes (from the blue suede, to Costello’s reds, to Adam Ant’s goody two) and a fair number of suits, zoot or otherwise, that didn’t make the cut. And despite the name of the mix, I opted out of “Venus in Furs” for a more upbeat number.
It’s a good, upbeat, party hearty collection of songs, even if Barnes and Barnes legendary classic “Party in My Pants” didn’t quite make the cut. I like to think having two songs about hot pants makes up for this.
While putting this together, I was really pleased to find the song “Marathon Shirt”… I listened to this song a lot in my Cal Poly years and I’ve been trying for years to remember it. Every time I would try, the Spoon song “Fitted Shirt” would get lodged in my head instead. All the powers of the internet can’t help you figure out “what’s that song that’s… about a shirt?” so I was dumbfounded to find it lodged in the recesses of my music library. It was there all along? Good song.
*Yes, it’s Sunday, but it’s Memorial Day Weekend, so I prefer to think of it as Second Saturday.
May 30th, 2010
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