let that note ring

So, anyone remember that practice I was telling you we was gonna have. Well shush, it happened. It was like a goddamn preteen dance, feeling eachother out for the first 3 hours, but something clicked and some music was had in the wee hours between 12 and 1 in the am. I just recently penned some words that could coincide harmoniously with the melodies and notes we cobbled together. But alas we shall see.

Making music, listening to music and seeing music. What a grande couple of days. On that note, I checked out 2 bands last night here on a chilly Winnipeg's eve that really warmed my soul. A double bill featuring the up and/or coming New Yawk trio "A Place to Bury Strangers" and Toronto fuckfest spectacular "Holy Fuck".

To be honest one of the coolest displays of live music i have ever seen. Oh just to let you know, from here on in, i dont think im going to capitalize my "I's" its just so damn annoying. Other punctuation!...be wary...

But yes, it was wonderful. For the first song or two of APTBS, the crowd sat in their chairs politely accepting and pondering the music. Seeing the venue was a parttime movie theatre, it didnt seem too unnaceptable, but really, it was. C'mon, i can see people sitting at a conventional rock show, or a geriatric comedy night. But this is a bill where the headling band has the word Fuck in their name, gimme a break. After a few minutes of jangling my feet in my chair, i had enough and tried to get a group of folks to help me persuade the people sitting in the first row and on the floor to put it lightly "Get the fuck up!". Didn't really work, but i did join a group of fellow "weirdos" standing by the wall and persuaded myself to dance the night away. Well bounce up and down on the balls of my feet, shuffle around, bob my head and keep my hands lazily in my back pockets. At one point a chick tried to dance with me, but instead of embracing her I could not get my eyes off the band. I apologize, i feel like an ass, but man, i was fixated. A Place to Bury Strangers blew me away. Ill just tell you to check it out. Raw emotion, power, electricity, ear blowing feedback, a place in the drone and one helluva effective use of a strobe light was on the menu and i ate it all up. Guitarist/singer got bonus points for ripping the strings and smashing the precious life out of his Jazzmaster...at which point i believed the show to be over until he let the feedback segue his next move of picking up another guitar and plugging it in immediatly. Genius. Never seen it before and as a big fan of bands who like to trash their shit and do it well, i can say that was amazing. The driving bass, the turned down and reverbed vocals and the wall of fucking sound noise and beauty guitar was unreal.

This is going much to long, and all i can say about Holy Fuck is they know what theyre doing, they have an ingenius, beautifully molded piece of band and they write beautiful, natural, spasmic, jumping, improv but crafted awe inspiring music. Got to be one of my favorite bands right now. But i've wasted enough time here...i digress....

they shall be talked about more eventually i know.

both bands are to be reckoned with.

so am i.

cheers,

still in the drone