clubbin, tats, babies
god-damn, 3 nights of live music, in so many settings! thursday saw the happy hollows and big whup shred all over the weird arts complex amphitheatre. friday, i went to club avalon and felt out of place, but the field was incredible, SO MUCH BASS. 4 song set, which is totally lame, and yeah, F that weird and obnoxious MC/hype dude up in the DJ booth. the juan maclean started slow; 4-on-the-floor, check, handclaps, check, woah, THEREMIN SOLO, okay neat but the fourth time, getting kind of ooooold. but they had an epic epic epic closer (”7 gates of hell” ?) that blew me away (though it could have just been the fucking bass, holy shit, it was like el niƱo). dudes in 59fiftys trying to grind up on under-21 honies with no shame, sashaying around and casually, no, accidentally! getting a little touch as their hands danced stiffly up and down the sides of totally (?) disinterested ladies. smoothly spinning around the cap, NOW ur kool dude!

yesterday INK-N-IRON at the queen mary in long beach to see THE SONICS play their only southern california show ever. 3 wall-to-wall floors of tattoo artists from around the world on the boat, some two hundred classic cars all over the place in their chopshop low-riding sparkledust glory, a lot of babies! and live music no one watched. until the woggles, who are like garage rock superheroes who have all the right moves. see them should you ever get a chance; the fuzztones schlocked their way through an hour of garage-honk that was not unlovable but was unmemorable. cut out some of the cheese, dude, rudi! maybe in berlin waxing on and on, wearing a joey ramone haircut, about lovin sex and drugs is not so dated…

and yes, the goddamn SONICS, nearly 50 years later, playing their first ever southern california show. in their 60s right? old. jerry roslie looked really old. but SHIT the guy can still deliver that shrill and destructive howl. STRYCHNINE, ya, YA! they’re going to be back in august, 2 dates in la at the echoplex and sunset junction + somewhere in san diego. be there! all the hits, every last one. if you are curious as to the setlist just grab your sonics record and check off every goddamn track! lo-fi, no-fi, garage rock, whatever-the-hell–it exists because this band wanted to destroy everything before everyone else. unfamiliar–myspace picks up the ball. check out the gnarly graffiti font! summer jams. life-affirming, amazing. shredding amps.
sidenote: graduation is 6 days away. what’s it anyway, just a new hat!
here’s a disc i found laying around the station a while ago. “explosion” by some berkeley no-fi freak-punks called coomers. can’t find antyhing on the internet about these dudes. on the super 8 label, i think, if i remember correctly.
coomers - zombies - explosion
tight stuff that would never exist were it not for the sonics. okay, long post over and out!
if you need more impetus to download the record:
coomers - crowd pleaser - explosion


