Friday, May 04, 2007

Oakland / KFJC: It's the Impurities That Cause the Laughter...

(Amended May 16, 2007; new photos posted May 19.)

Killer night at Oakland's 21 Grand. Superb sets slashed the gallery din, and once-demolished bridges were at last rebuilt...

We arrived in amidst a dismal downpour; the Weasel Walter Quartet were already in full bore demolition mode as the first road cases were tossed from our groaning SUV... Missed that set, but caught three of the subsequent five. Rose for Bohdan ripped it up but good.

Mr. Walter and Liquorball's Marlon Kasberg joined us on drums and clarinet, respectively. A fucking excellent night...

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(Marlon Kasberg, aka Dominic Trix. Class fucking act.)







(Yup. He rules.)

Once walls had been dusted for prints, I commiserated with G. Calvin Weston, erstwhile percussionist with James Blood Ulmer, Ornette Coleman, the Lounge Lizards, and, of course, a current participant in the aforementioned Walter Quartet. Honored and thrilled...



(G. Calvin Weston, Robert Kreamy 'Lectric, and a goofy-ass TS, awed at last.)

Afterwards, accompanied by Mr. Weston, 21 Grand's Sarah Lockhart, and Weasel's lovely lady Maria, we tucked into post-slaughter sushi, filled our bellies, and fled to lower ground.

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We'd been invited by Dominic Trix to record a live session for KFJC, and we happily accepted. Three new compositions were tracked: "Rounds of the Great Estates," "Lives of the Tranquil Night," and "A Twelfth Slept Too Late." Instant simulcast to WFMU... Many thanks to the crew at Foothills College, and everyone at the station... We'll be posting the session here soon.







(KFJC's craft services unit spared the odd expense. Tap water was free!)







Love,

Tom

21 Grand: Muncie-Delaware County Scene Bleed-Down!

(New photo uploaded May 19, 2007.)

Read report here, courtesy of good missionaries No Doctors.

More ASAP.



(Sincere thanks to the alluring Lonesome Cowgirl for her sharp eye/striking photos... Too bad the "make-Tom-slightly-less-cannibalistic-looking" filter wasn't working...)

TS

Mind-Rotture: A Paige-Turner

(Amended May 13, 2007.)

Hello... Attempted to post this immediately after the gig, but necessary frivolities (and banal necessities) precluded solitude. There was a certain urgency, however, as the Rotture gig slew expectations. After arriving in Portland's historic patchouli district, I thought we were doomed, but recon teams noted encouraging totems, and by night, blood was boiling.













(Kilynn passed the audition...)

Excellent sets throughout the evening... Such pleasures.

Little Claw's Kilynn and sonic ovipositor Dead Bird lent their inestimable frog toxin wrangling skills to our set, and a skin scraping affray ensued. I carved my face up quite nicely, or at least it seemed so after the event; I nearly broke Rat's arm to boot. There was a lot of scrabbling and stumbling, and no surfeit of direct inject apostasy. Just great all around.

Joy Department: Paige Flash appeared, as rumored, and ran off with my heart as soon as the apparition faded. She was slathered in glitter, decked out from neck to ankle in chic dominatrix holiday tack, and armed with her wicked wit and billion kilowatt smile... We share a lot of history, so the reunion was as sweet as it was fleeting.

(Of course, I forgot to take a photo with her...)

Mex after-gig breakfast, then oblivion. Awoke to hail, violent thunderstorms, then washed-out rainbows.

TS