Girls, Someone still loves you, Boris Yeltsin and Port O’Brien; Rickshaw Stop May 14th
May 15th, 2008 by carol the aphid eaterHis voice is a slow melting thickness, warm sugar sliding, then, medicine, falling, a regretful lump in the throat. There is an Epic Soundtracks coming up in it, full of languid sadness, a drunken stumble here and there, even pitiful, maybe pitiable. This music has a sort of looking back in it. Down black alleys, down the wrong steely green eyes, down into a vortex you see yourself entering, yet again. It is a singing alone sort of voice, a walking down Turk Street late at night voice. It is a voice that spins and dizzies, looking up at the moon for direction and maybe solace. The clamoring and swelling of guitars, drums and such, accompanies him down and then back out into safer neighborhoods. Now he’s just another skinny boy in the mission somehow getting his key into the damned door, taking a piss and passing out as the sun bleaches and blights out another night.
I eavesdropped this boy and girl talking about a down payment on an apartment.
Hellhole Ratrace is an irresistible pop song. Even the most cynical among us would find it impossible to not sing it brazenly down any street, chorus after chorus after chorus…this is, getting lost in it and forgetting about tomorrow music.
It made me think about an acoustic performance with Spiritualized I saw a few years back at amoeba.
Wound up in Dolores Park…still singing that damned song.
I could become seriously obsessed with this song!
The second band I regretfully must say made me think of only one thing. Due to the fact that one of the singers looked like that pale-faced Scots called James McEvoy, I couldn’t not fantasize he was singing those otherwise forgetful songs just for me. I thought to myself at one point, “after the show James McEvoy, meet me on Refrew Street or at Sleazie’s, say around one? We’ll get a room and read Mark Doty poems to each other all night.”
“I don’t wanta die without shaking up a leg or two?” Is that the line?
The last band made me hate myself more than usual. I had to leave. The lead singer looked like Jim James from My Morning Jacket. That’s about it I guess. Oh! There were a lot of cute boys and girls enjoying this last band.
“Come on…come on…come on…come on and dance with me!”
May 16th, 2008 at 8:38 pm
God, I hate the way you used the word brazen. I don’t know who you are, but really, god. Life is really not that hard.