But then right when it was about to get sentimental, a sax groove came out from the little guy, an insistent beat like your tongue would do on a woman you really loved: “Bum BUUM bum bum-be-dum, Bum BUUUM bum bum-be-dum!”

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Roky Erickson played to a packed house of rabid fans at the El Rey Theatre.  A sweet mixture of dirty old rock fans and pretty echo park coolies took in a blistering, career-spanning set. No encore nonsense, either.  Photos by Ward Robinson.

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L.A. RECORD’s untoward adoration of Roky Erickson is well known, and so we are freaking for his show at the El Rey Thursday! We reprint here our first-ever Roky interview from Halloween 2008. Win tickets here or buy ‘em here! We’ll also DJ an afterparty at the Monty! Like the man says: “We get together for rock music ’bout 12 ‘o clock every night!” This interview by Chris Ziegler.

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Well, we love Roky Erickson. Can’t explain it, don’t care to anyway. Roky’s rok is the rokinest rok that ever rok-ed, and if you got to wake up, make sure to wake up to rok-n-roll! Anyway—of course this means we want everyone to go see him next week! Thanks to the beautiful people at Goldenvoice, [...]

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Aggronautix began making limited edition Throbbleheads of rock and roll heroes in 2009, starting with G.G. Allin, and Roky Erickson is the ninth person to be polyresinated for eternal shelflife. If only the 7 inch figurine could talk and say strange great things. Roky’s Throbblehead looks a lot like Kurt Russell but it’s 1980 Roky [...]

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A new Meat Puppets album called Lollipop drops on April 12. Who doesn’t think of lollipops when they think of meat puppets? Both handheld, cute enough to eat. Here is “Damn Thing.” MP3: Meat Puppets “Damn Thing” [Audio clip: view full post to listen] Look at them here at SXSW with L.A. Record favorite Roky [...]

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When you’re rushing around trying to absorb as many little shows as you can just to be able to say “Yeah, I saw blah dee blah,” you usually end up with the taste of sour beer in your mouth, maybe a few new seven-inches, and emptiness. Your fingers get blistered from texting, and you have [...]

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Despite the presence of the monstrous and somber lamentations for a lost past, Roky sounds and looks faintly triumphant, his weighted, beaten figure growing increasingly buoyant, floating. Quieter moments of doubt and defeat would descend—a slow trumpet, meditations on failure—and would be dispelled soon after by crunching exuberance.

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