Saturday, March 18, 2006
sxsw day aight. hey guess what owen wilson doesnt like his picture taken at parties that have nothing to do with him. hey guess what owen wilson thinks he can just walk through the back door with his brother luke and sorta set the ground rules of the evening. hey guess what owen wilson seems to think that he can come to a ginormous festival of rock at a super crowded party so packed that the cops are working the door to make sure that capacity isnt reached and owen wilson tries to pretend that its he who is the rock star when indeed hes just a broken nosed pretty boy who should be thanking his lucky stars that he gets all the ass in hollywood and elsewhere and he should be saying cheese everytime someone takes a picture of his lame ass and im glad the flash didnt go off because here you can see him looking away like its gonna steal his fucking sold out soul.
hi its saturday the day after st paddys day. the day after the my chemical romance show. the day after the my chemical romance after party at the red bull house where the boys did show up but i was busy being bored to tears by Witch at the dirty dog and being stoked by zZz who opened.
but lets start with Witch. it must be sad for J Mascis. sad and dull to only get rave reviews for everything that he does. Dinosaur Jr. was the shit back in the day, all those records were great, what with his swirling shredding barbed wired solos and melloncolly vocals of wanting and longing. his semi-solo cd martin & me was touching and gorgeous featuring all the hits we loved but in a more intimate setting. and even his last band The Fog was killer and rocking and perfect and magical.
so he probably looked at all these glowing reviews and thought, i wonder if people will still be on my jock if i put together a band where i dont sing or play guitar, but instead surround myself with young kids who look like my sons who dont have my chops who dont have my signature style, who dont, infact, rock?
the answer dear one, is no, we will notice we will pout and we will write bad reviews on our blogs. Witch sucks. if someone would have walked past the Tower Records private party and saw the mess that Witch is they would have thought someone let the roadies get a set as a reward for being on tour for so long. its uninspired, its lacking of any substance, the solos were dull and the drumming sounded exactly like that of a guitar hero playing drums.
is mascis dying of cancer? was this his make a wish request? is he mad at his label and putting out the worst music he could deliver so as to get released or fulfil some sort of obligation? did he want to hear boos like those that Dylan heard when he went electric? what ever the situation he should come clean and let his audience know that if what theyre expecting is Houses of the Holy, what they will receive is Coda at the nice price.
afterwards i took a picture of j and whoever the frontman was so i could document one of the most disappointing rock shows ever.
zZz however were experimental and trippy and weird and original and had the Tower execs holding their ears. zZz is a dude on drums and a dude on sound effects delivered through keyboards.
the dummer sings and drums. he only has a snare a floor tom and a kick drum and cymbals and looks down alot and sounds like jim morrison and the music sounds like the doors if the doors were truly psychelic and not pop. youre not going to ever hear zZz on the radio which is good because radio doesnt deserve them.
reverb and echos and static and drumming and crashes and nearly techno but right close to that edge without falling in. i love zZz and im glad that i walked across town to see them open for Witch and im glad that Mascis got to hear them too because hopefully he was all, "omg so thats what drumming and new music sounds like, maybe i should fire these poseurs ive got and try something like this."
but i doubt it because it seems like he hates someone and doesnt want to make up.
today im seeing the bell rays and hopefull the subways but i doubt it because its rainy and im sorta sick and im super tired but im here for work not play, cuz this is work, not play, believe it or not.
the cobrasnake took a picture of me at 4am working.
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