JAIL WEDDINGS @ THE ECHO
Jail Weddings’ month-long Monday residency at The Echo started this week and boy was it F-U-N! That’s right, fun. I rarely make it out to a show on a Monday night, and for me to stand through all acts clapping is about as rare as a Vatican council. I’m really starting to get excited about the type of bands I’ve been seeing since I took on this gig. Downtown/Union for one, and now Wounded Lion. They reminded me of a Beserkley Records, Talking Heads: 77, Real Kids, Boston sorta sound with A Certain Ratio tossed in for good measure. A choice part was when the female drummer came up and did a ballad version of The Clash’s “Career Opportunities.”
Now, I hate the term “art rock” because it usually equals unlistenable shit rock made by non-musicians, but this was splendid like the aforementioned bands above, whose era died to soon. Believe me when I say I am sick to death of what I call the “deep” Joy Division/ Interpol/ She Wants Revenge music I have been overhearing for the last 25 years or so. What happened to F-U-N? Be true to your school, not too cool for it. Maybe I’m not deep enough for all this existential gloom, but I’ve met some of these depressing, esoteric, moody intellectuals and it’s all they can do to open a box of pop tarts! When Bresson or someone asked Max Ernst if he wanted to do a retro-show of his Dadaist period, he replied: “No, that was meant as a one-time fuck you to the art world, why do it again?” We have been doing a one-time fuck you in the Music sphere for about 30 years now! Eight is enough!
The Guilty Hearts, fresh back from their tour of the southern states, are one of the best garage rock acts to come out of L.A. since The Rolling Rock days or The Gun Club! They dished out some still-wet, crawling-out-of-the-swamp rock for Edgar’s Birthday.
And of course Jail Weddings were wonderful, at moments like Roxy Music, Roy Orbison, The Pouges and early Nick Cave during Gabe Hart’s songs then like Texacala from the Horseheads when Tornado Jane was on lead vocals. Not to mention a knock-out band consisting of violin, sax, organ, flash guitar and drums!
Cornered in a round room,
Malibu Mike Murphy
Mike,where were you when I was playing!!!!!!
love,
Bob
xo
Wow, they suppressed my diatribe on Silverlake hipsters!
Attica! Attica!
~Mmm
“Malibu” Mike doing a diatribe on Silverlake hipsters?
That’s a bit like the Pot calling the Kettle Black!
I thought you were their king?
“Malibu” Mike doing a diatribe on Silverlake hipsters?
That’s a bit like the Pot calling the Kettle Black!
I thought you were their king?
Hipster? I know you, asshole! (Barrowed from the film The Royal Tenenbaums)
As Eli exits the Tenenbaum home by means of Margot’s window, Royal shouts, “I know you, asshole!” This line is “borrowed” from the film Witness, as Harrison Ford confronts Danny Glover (Henry Sherman “Coltrane” in The Royal Tenenbaums) after being shot.
Anyways, You wanna talk some jive? I’ll talk some jive. I’ll talk some jive like you’ve never heard! I will admit this last one was written in a kind of obsolete vernacular…
… wildcat…cat…
… wildcat… wild… cat…
… Pow… wildcat… I’m going to go now.
Anywayz….
Hipster Moi? ~ (that’s ‘me’ in French by the way!) I’m part French Basque so I can do that.
Hipster? Dude, I am The Punk Rock Mister Rodgers!!!!!!!!! (Just look at my pic!)
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Yeah, I’m so hip it hurts! Maybe it’s cause I’m such a four-sided figure, with my teenage daughters and Aerospace Engineering job, that my perspective is unmuddled.
Love you, kinda!
Mmm
So Mike, let’s read the diatribe…
Dish it out and let it drip on the floor.
Take a shortcut to the Vex from Occidental blvd.
I am now a Portland beat ’cause I was over my Silverlake 15 year phase.
Plus L.A. is a bad place to raise a daughter and is just getting worse.
Best of everything to you & yours!
Oh and LONG LIVE THE KING (I think Alan has a well worn photo of you he holds in one hand as he rocks back-’n-forth with a tear rolling down his cheek…)
Andre! Really nice to hear from you!
If said person (whom we both love) is bringing to bear Vexatious manners in order to pique, The Mmm into prodding me to provocation. I’ll Cut HIS BALLS OFF!
Woops, I didn’t know the computer was on!
I’ve been, and been limned, a lot worse things then a Hipster! Plus I dare not bite the hand that feeds me, (After all, who reads this mag?)and they don’t actually feed me, but hopeful they will publish my “Ross Johnson Article” as a show of good faith. Plus the term Hipster changes (mutatis mutandis) everyday. It may become something truly positive. And The Murf-Dawg will be in on the ground-floor, reigning over his minions!
I miss you! Remember when we flew out to that Island in ‘95? Glad the family is good and that you enjoy Portland, I made my kids grow up in the Ghetto, survival of the fêtes!
Love and Nietzsche’s Moustache, (todays cool name for a band)
Mike
Andre,
Speaking of Hipsters/facial hair ect. I know facial hair was popular during his time but why do you think he grew his so unusually large/long. Even after his mental breakdown he still had it and it was as long as ever. In that pic with his mother it is actually hanging below his chin. This is quite rare even for the 1800s. He never had a goatee or mutton chops etc. which were so popular back then, just that giant stache! Obviously it would make eating and drinking a real pain. Why?
Knowing what you know of him, Andre which is a lot, why do you feel he had this moustache throughout his adult life? How did it relate to his philosophy or personality? Why did he maintain it in that last decade of insanity?
All the dude wanted was his rug back, it tied the room together.