worm feast--part one

A funny typo which I'll leave alone. Mind and fingers aren't quite synced up yet this morning--in fact, sleep was of the low-quality variety, possibly because of all the music being processed by my brain after this past weekend. And possibly because I got (for me) 2 nights worth of sleep the night before (10 hrs).

I'm really happy the Wormfest happened. Though I haven't played Flywheel in the longest time, it was a great cause--but, like seems to happen at these things, the cause becomes an excuse for an awesome community coming together which reminds us why we're living here and doing what we're doing....still.

So's, what of it?

Friday night I arrived not in the mood to rock, really. I commiserated with L. Bezo about this. So we agreed to do a shot together. That began to break the spell.

This is a personal review of the Fest--it was a social thing, it was a musical thing, occasionally it was a step outside and clear the ears thing. So, I can't say I saw everyone.

First band I saw was Curious Buddies, and it was the first time I could pay attention (last two times, there was a lot of chaos around me and it was hard to get a read). But I totally dug it--stripped down, poppy (as in what fills the fields of Afghanistan) , angst-y street folk-rock, with cathartic sections.

It's always nice to see Ari Vais in his old town, and it was also nice to see NYC represented in this fest. The Campbell Apt were debuting a brand new drummer, and I give him the thumbs up. He was on top of it, he snapped, cracked and popped, doing Ari's masterpieces justice. Plus, Henning went up and sang back up on an old Humbert tune. It was a highlight for me.

Space Captain...HEY, they're gonna be one of the opening bands at my NOV 2 cd release show!!
And alls I gotta say is don't upstage me, boyee, because that's just what I was thinking watching your set.

Mark Schwaber with just his voice and acoustic guitar can command a Friday bar crowd like no other. You always see people nudge their friends with the "check out that guitar part" signal, and you see the eyes glued to him when they catch wind of what he's singing.

I'd never seen Count West West and dug what i saw--but this is the awkward part where i say I had to tend to other matters. And 20 minutes is a short time. Still, Matt Dube was such a great host all weekend. Dude's saintly. Saintly fucker. Dube.

The Novels--how much more friggin time do I have to spend telling people how much I love Novels gigs? I must stop, I really must.

The Fawns played well, I thought, right? I liked it, Lesa looked great, we had the 5 piece, so, of course we were probably good.

Ok, the list stops at Philip Price, but wasn't there more? Philip was joined by his partners in 'pills, Flora and Da Cromm. I wanted a pillow to snuggle up to their set, but all I had were 3 books which I scored for free earlier that night--


Tune in tomorrow for the next installment, where we'll learn how the rest of the fest went..