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May. 21st, 2010

I spent a fruitless couple hours down at the local coffeeshop watching a few local bands.  The owner usually has live music only on Friday nights and he’s very good about mixing up the genres and skill levels of the groups.  Lately though he’s been having music on both Friday and Saturday to drive more biz in the door at night.  I’m beginning to get the idea that he’s loading the Friday lineup with teenaged bands to get the kids in and having bands with a little more experience on Saturdays.  I knew it was going to be trouble when I walked in and the place was full of teeny boppers glued to laptops and each other.  But I paid my cover, and I wanted some coffee so I settled into a corner with a paper and a giant cup of Honduran.  Three bands came and went, all of them garage rock in the Green Day mold and none showing a glimmer of potential.  The crowd loved all of them and there was much commotion - lots of moshing and even the occasional stage dive in an area roughly the size of three parking spaces mind you.  The thing that got me cranked was the fact that the house sound system is top notch and only served to point out the glaring mistakes made by the musicians. There were lots of mistakes, miscues, bad notes, shitty singing, the gamut.  I’m down with the whole “It ain’t perfect – it’s rock n roll” ethos, but goddammit at least try to play together and in tune.  None of these groups were even close.  These were all young guys who were in that stage of musicianship where the priority was to get laid first and maybe play some music along the way.  I went there to possibly hear some decent music and came away empty headed and disappointed.  I’ll go back tomorrow with hopes of hearing something amazing.  The place has always come through before, but the last few times have been underwhelming.

One of the guitar players came up to me and told me he liked my shirt which has a picture of various Moog synthesizers on the front – he asked if I played synths and I said I used to but not any more.  Then he asked if I was playing later and I said no, I was just watching. He nodded his head and said he thought I looked like someone he saw play once.  I said that it wasn’t possible – I quit doing that before he was born and all I do now is write about music.  Then for some reason he asked if I was a band manager or something.  I told him I worked A&R for Matador records.  His eyes got really big and he started gibbering about how he loved Matador records.  I was shocked that this kid actually knew what I was talking about, but I had to crush his dreams and tell him I lied – I was just fucking with him. But I was glad he knew his music.  I thought he was gonna punch me but he just wandered away, not really knowing how to react.  Don’t know why I did that – just a random impulse to tell a big lie to a total stranger.  At least I owned up to it so there’s hope for me yet.


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May. 22nd, 2010 07:25 am (UTC)
Great story!
May. 22nd, 2010 12:00 pm (UTC)
Matador records
I like records put out by Matador-my favorite band Guided By Voices put out records on Matador-too bad this band broke up-peace
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