worms first part 2

So, the 3 books I'd acquired for FREE were Without Feathers by Woody Allen, John Paul George Ringo and Me by Tony Barrow (Beatles press officer) and A to B by Andy Warhol.

Funny--these are 3 books I also would have been psyched about in 11th grade.
Everyone's becoming what they once were.

I did not get Apocalipstick by Sue Margolis, however I did see a set by the band of the same name. More on that later.

Saturday day, I had to miss. It was beautiful out, I'd been up late (!), and when I did walk into the Elevens to retrieve something, it was too dark and gloomy for my state of mind. But there were about 50 people who felt otherwise, and were digging the electronic one man show on stage. I was "ssshhh"d by people because I didn't realize there was a show going on. I'm so old and stupid.

But, that night I arrived, ready to, I guess, rock. Here's what happened:

Dark Oars--dreamy, SG-driven trio, reminding me of good Spacemen 3 with the Doors drummer.
Sitting Next to Brian--the full 5 piece, Polite incarnation. We did 5 songs and they sounded pretty great. The new song had a solo section that was either a train wreck or a jazz fusion workout. Train wrecks are probably cooler. One comment I got was that we sounded like a beach party--but a cool beach party
Apocalipstick--"Mudhoney" I heard in one ear; "Alice in Chains" I heard in another. I'll take the former, because I really dig Mudhoney and thought these dudes rocked the joint. And they said something about the Kinks, so there's another plus. Only negative: shorts.
Levelette-- Dave Hower had to get something off his chest, apparently. He was going apeass.
And Scott was very commanding of the stage. B Akey...you always know things will be alright when he's on stage.
Claudia Malibu--da Boo. (said in Chicago-ese). Sans keyboards--his ghost was there, however. And yes...I heart da Boo.
The Mitchells-- not sure the last time I saw them...but Caleb playing lead guitar is an awesome thing. And seeing Mike on drums takes me waaaay back.
Henning--come on, Henning? Always awesome. At this point, Lesa and I commiserated again and had to do another shot. Henning asked me to play a tiny section of a song and I did so. Ok?
Zeke-- a warm up for his huge show opning for Lloyd Cole this Thursday. I love Zeke. Saint Zeke.
mark Mulcahy--a tenor sax, a Yes cover and Bob Seger cover. Where is this band going? Can I get a window seat?
Aloha Steamtrain--who the frig knows? My ears were blown, I was on my last legs and arms...
really glad we didn;t do Juices. But the rest were good--either too fast or too slow. A sure sign that maybe we weren't up to gig shape. But hey, we're human.

NEXT---Sunday--Elevens feels like an Amsterdam coffehouse without the weed. I play with Hebert. Thane is divine.