Friday, May 31, 2019

Roky Erickson 1947-2019

Roky Erickson passed away today, and most people will never understand his influence over popular culture nor will they recognize his name.

He suffered almost endlessly through one of the most tumultuous lives any musician has ever lived. There were times in the 1960s and onwards when he simply should not have been able to survive the troubles that he faced, whether we’re talking about health matters, psychiatric episodes, and battles with his own demons. The man’s teeth rotted out of his head, and he had to undergo weeks of therapy just to overcome the damage that it could have done to the rest of his body.

Erickson had become emancipated (for decades, he was in the care of his mother or his brother) and was living in Austin when he passed away. There is so much sadness to consider, so much joy in his music and so much creativity went to waste. When he should have been making albums and reaping the benefits of a creative life, he was sedated and mistreated by the legal system and ripped off, like so many others, by his management and his record label.

You can read this and this, and still not come away with any answers, just more questions. Why do we always fail the people who need the most help?

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Ride is Playing Everywhere

No matter where you live in this world, Ride are going to be in your neighborhood. This is a proper tour of the world, and I’m sure they’ll add some dates.

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

X and The Violent Femmes in Concert

I was very fortunate to see X and The Violent Femmes in concert and, let me tell you, this is a show you don’t want to miss. These are two of the most important American bands ever. You could fill up a dozen books and that wouldn’t even cover half of the stories of magic and loss and confusion and degradation. American rock and roll is about the experience. These are important artists. Seeing them is anything but a trip down memory lane. These are all people who are making vital, soulful music right fucking now.

The way they are touring this summer has X opening up and it felt like the headliner was on stage right from the outset. There is no comparing the history of these bands—they are legendary and cordial about it. When I go to a show, I guess I’m in the minority. I want to sit and watch the band play and I want to hear the music.

Your typical venue these days is not in business to show you musicians. They are there to provide people a reason to spend too much money on drinks and food. Okay, I get the economics. I just wish this was more of a theater than a club, but nobody’s interested in my opinion.

If you’re going to watch a great band play, all you want to do is enjoy the show.

The current version of X is the original version of the early 1980s. They drew heavily from this era and played some truly outstanding punk rock music. To hear Billy Zoom crank out those riffs was more than a reason to be there, but Exene’s voice was strong and clear, John was incredibly solid and powerful on the bass while singing great, and DJ Bonebrake was nailing every beat with perfect precision. They mixed it up, added some xylophone, a little acoustic guitar, and it was a show that was at least five songs too short. Really, it just flew by. I understand why they did not play Los Angeles, and I wish they had incorporated a little bit of the Knitters into the show, but oh well.

The Violent Femmes played here last year, and their show at The Tobin Center was remarkable and inventive. This time around, they were still daring anyone to call them a nostalgia act. They played a brand new song they had never played live to open up. Who does that? Crazy people, maybe. Or a band tired of wondering what it means to be safe.

Yes, they played the hits. They played new stuff. They took a quiet break and Gordon switched to the violin.

Really, though. If you are going to go see a show, shut up and watch. This presentation, at The Aztec Theater, was marred by an audience that wasn’t there to watch and listen. At least two different people in front of me were removed by bouncers for recording the show. During Gordon’s taking up of the violin for Good Feeling, everyone around me broke out in conversation. Before that, during one of the songs, the people behind me were kicking the seats. I had had enough.

The singular act of putting down an electric guitar and playing the violin during a rock and roll show is an act of vulnerability. Hammering on a Weber grill is just asking for the kids to look at you askance. Playing four different bass guitars, half of them acoustic, and then switching over to the xylophone is like dancing in a minefield. Bringing a massive saxophone that rightly belongs in a museum is an act of trust. I don’t get what the gong was for—I think they had a roadie hiding behind it. The Violent Femmes bring all of their gear, as a man once said.

For me to ditch the show before American Music, which is the greatest Violent Femmes song ever, that means that something had to have gone wrong. I’m not too keen on the vibe in downtown San Antonio at night anyway—lots of physical violence, lots of big trucks driving too fast, and lots of stereotypical unsafe hobo activity to go around. That’s my hangup, not yours.

It is totally not the band’s fault, but I could not enjoy the show. I love watching this band live. I love the percussion, I love the addition of a horn player, and I love what they do every time they start to play. You never know what’s going to happen, and there’s a reason for it.

The Violent Femmes are not here for bullshit or nostalgia. And if you can’t enjoy the show, stay home. Brian may seem indifferent, but I suspect he does not want you there if you can’t suspend your interest in social media and absorb the hammering vibrations of his bass playing. Victor De La Whozitnow? The Violent Femmes have a drummer. His name is John Sparrow. He is walking around like a God on this Earth, and he’s in the band now.

Shut up and watch.

I will not go back to that venue. They do not have it under control. They do not provide a chance to hear music played live the way I like it, and that’s just my preference. If it’s your thing to go out and make videos with your cheap phone and act like a shithead, hey, this place is where you want to be.

Monday, May 6, 2019


Why does every article about Ride include an obligatory mention of My Bloody Valentine?

Now the Moth Club knows what it’s like to fly into one of those electrified flycatchers. An onslaught of torrential noise like a tech-rock My Bloody Valentine bursts and glitches from the speakers, a side door opens and the modest musical malcontents of Ride emerge to begin the demolition in earnest. They’re here for a low-key preview of ‘Future Love’ – the first single from their second reunion album ‘This Is Not A Safe Place’ which they blast out straight off, as comfortingly visceral as a fire in Heaven’s attic – but also to brush up on “the old bangers” for a South American tour starting in two days’ time. While they’re at it, they inadvertently remind us what rebel music really sounds like.

There was always a deep frustration in the collapse of first-era Ride. That they’d want to follow a record album as monumental and mind-expanding as 1992’s ‘Going Blank Again’ with something as ordinary as country rock on ‘94’s ‘Carnival Of Light’, and that it all fell apart before they corrected their course. For too long Andy Bell was wasted in the backrooms of Oasis and Mark Gardener made for an ill-fitting acoustic troubadour. Because, as the full, brutal/beautiful force of up-close Ride Mk2 proves, together they can make brain-melting music that utterly belies the cliche of shoegaze bands as mimsy bedsheet-dampeners – these are space rock screes as violent and merciless as any Endgame – and puts the modern pro-pop ‘alternative’ to shame. Were they here to witness Ride’s molten eruptions from the depths of the leftfield, Pale Waves would be as embarrassed to call themselves indie rock as Change UK declaring yet another racist MEP candidate.

It wouldn’t be the NME if everyone due for criticism wasn’t given a kick in the eye on their way out the door. I get the reference to Pale Waves, but what else is new? Don’t call it a reunion anymore. When a band comes back together for a one-off album and tour, that’s a reunion. When you come back for multiple tours, a second album of original material after putting out a remix record and an EP, you are officially just another working band making a go of it.

Ride are one of the hottest tickets in Europe this summer, and they are set to release a new album, This is Not a Safe Place.

Instead of cashing in, they’re making vital new music that is in touch with the times. Instead of looking back, they’re looking forward and they’re on their way to a town near you.