Tuesday, June 22, 2004
animals like me
About bright channel, matson jones, ready machetti & drop the fear at the climax lounge friday june 18th:
Sometimes i think my show going days are over, i'm older and tired by 10pm and the music was so much much better back in 1998. humbug. Cut scene to last thursday night after the microphones show. We had just seen phil elvrum sway and stagger through a thirty minute set in front of totally enraptured denver dernier cri babies. the night before shannon wright was supposed to kill all the bad feelings at the larimer lounge but she no-showed (trapped in salt lake). and the night before that, beulah rocked their second to last show at the bluebird, bittersweet 2x because another band pegs out, and i was a bit crocked and paid for it the next morning. So wallowing with phil was less than what i needed.
But sometimes i think this is just a beginning, like the washed out feedback of guitar can cure anything... cut scene to friday at the climax. Paying respect to the three opening bands (they could've destroyed all memory of the former three nights by themselves) but bright channel just turns everything they touch into white hot space rock. Now it's about commiserating with the noise, and that guitar is like an articulate drunk, mumbling and screaming at the same time but i swear its quoting something really significant like "words are loaded pistols" or "I have nothing to say and I am saying it and that is poetry." These guys (and girl) just recorded and will be out with an album soon enough, but if you're in denver for g_d's sake see them already.
Sometimes i think my show going days are over, i'm older and tired by 10pm and the music was so much much better back in 1998. humbug. Cut scene to last thursday night after the microphones show. We had just seen phil elvrum sway and stagger through a thirty minute set in front of totally enraptured denver dernier cri babies. the night before shannon wright was supposed to kill all the bad feelings at the larimer lounge but she no-showed (trapped in salt lake). and the night before that, beulah rocked their second to last show at the bluebird, bittersweet 2x because another band pegs out, and i was a bit crocked and paid for it the next morning. So wallowing with phil was less than what i needed.
But sometimes i think this is just a beginning, like the washed out feedback of guitar can cure anything... cut scene to friday at the climax. Paying respect to the three opening bands (they could've destroyed all memory of the former three nights by themselves) but bright channel just turns everything they touch into white hot space rock. Now it's about commiserating with the noise, and that guitar is like an articulate drunk, mumbling and screaming at the same time but i swear its quoting something really significant like "words are loaded pistols" or "I have nothing to say and I am saying it and that is poetry." These guys (and girl) just recorded and will be out with an album soon enough, but if you're in denver for g_d's sake see them already.
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