Hit and run, garden o fun
I spent yesterday on the couch trying to write but doing something much worse than procrastinating: watching pro football.
It was a hot Sunday and my GFs house smelt like bacon for most of the morning, because, well, I made bacon and eggs for breakfast. I saw a photo of a Bloody Mary, but instead of celery there was a strip of crisp bacon, which looked tasty, though the thought of drinking vodka anytime in in the next month doesn't sound appetizing.
I'm not doing any more shows at Fun Garden, but there's going to be a potluck psych folk show at my apt. on 10/4, with Chelsea Wolfe, Ellie Fortune and Dead Western; it's his tour-launch show. My kitchen will be available for food prep, or you can just bring something, or you can just bring beer. I don't know if there'll be a cover but news will be here on UT or the List. Maybe bring some bacon? ...
I chased a "Bigfoot" like truck with out of state plates (license beginning "1B3") down J Street from 20th until almost 22nd on Sunday morning at 1:45am because he totally railed my car, which was parked in the SN&R parking lot. I put on a show at Fun Garden—115 paid!! Holy shit thanks for coming out people—even those of you who were on the guest list or snuck in (Genaro!). The turnout was encouraging, and Terra and Citystate and Chelsea and Dusty's sets sounded so bumpy with that sub; that's the key to making the Garden not so bright: a sub and a good 75 bodies just suck up the highs. But I digress ...
So this asshole driving this toolbox truck is in the SN&R parking lot, and I'm carrying my Fender Showman amp head to my car, when all of the sudden the asswipe just fucks my car, backs right into it—CRUNCH! I yell "Hey motherfucker, that's my car," and run at the truck, but they proceed to jet and take off down J. Hit and run!!! I follow and eventually am able to read a bit o the license plate, but it was no good and they were long gone. There's some fucked up damage to my car, and I don't really care, but nonetheless I filed a police report.
The owners of Fun Garden said to call 911, which I did. But after being on hold for some FIVE MINUTES, I opted to call Sac PD, who I got through to rather quickly. But I'm not holding out any hope. Anyway:
If you see a bigfoot like truck, two doors, white with blue/gray stripes, being driven by asshole tools, with either out of state or Cali plates starting with "1B3"
OR "103," put a call in on those motherfuckers!
OK, back to the Fun Garden: sounded sooo good. Opening band was Citystate, who do live analog electronica along the lines of Villalobos or Berlin house. Very good. Sister Crayon was fantastic, the best I've seen her. Very dark set, literally. They don't have a fader on the LED lights so she just said fuck it and turned them off and played in the dark with a black-and-white Jim Jarmusch film on in the background. Chelsea sounded great, too, but I could tell she was frustrated because she didn't have a monitor onstage, which was crazy because we had two mixes available. Oh well. Dusty killed it, too. The only problem was we went way too late and I think the crowd died down by the end (only about 45 left for Dusty, who ended after midnight).
Brambles shares his thoughts on the night, too.
Here's a shot from Matt and Kim on Wed. You can see more here.
I'm not doing any more shows at Fun Garden, but there's going to be a potluck psych folk show at my apt. on 10/4, with Chelsea Wolfe, Ellie Fortune and Dead Western; it's his tour-launch show. My kitchen will be available for food prep, or you can just bring something, or you can just bring beer. I don't know if there'll be a cover but news will be here on UT or the List. Maybe bring some bacon? ...
1 comment:
Egad, you linked to my pretentious blog post! Luckily, I didn't have time yesterday to go into my theories about indie rock dramaturgy.
And for the record, I do have a book-lined study, wear a monocle and scratch my bearded chin A LOT!
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