Showing posts with label Live Performance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Live Performance. Show all posts

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Shit's getting good || Dirty Pillows/Trashkannon || Caravan Series


Last Friday night at the Caravan was a real treat.  The two bands that played there really blew down the sweaty doors with raw power and energy.  It was real fun to watch.  My buddy Jeff wanted to help me celebrate a major victory.  What else better way to do it than ride down to the Caravan on a beautiful friday night in San Jose, Ca and wash down some cold, cold beverages and enjoy a true show....all for the low, low price of free.

Dirty Pillows opened up the set.  I saw these guys a few years back and I had been meaning to catch them again.  I loved their raw, energetic sound.  Still, you could tell that they were fresh out of the gates and needed some time to gel.  They have gelled.  They sounded very confident.  And in a two piece band the one thing that you cannot lack is confidence.  Unfortunately I only caught the last three or four tunes but they were all great.  Their closer "Happy Trails" was torn to bits by them two...with an incredble breakdown and the end.  It did exactly what you want a breakdown to down...leave the kids for wanting more.  I will definitely look forward to an entire set set time I see these guys.

Then Trashkannon comes on.  I thought I had seen them in the past, but if I did I must of been out of my head or something.  This group is a powerhouse of music and it is heading straight for the jugular.  The great thing is they were missing two players that night too.  Usually there is a different musician on bass and an additional guitarist.  For the night the rhythm section was held down by two members of the Whiskey Avengers. These guys are real musicians.  The powerhouse call and response vocals put on by the singer and bass player were great.  They busted out some great punk rock cracks like calling the dude in the front row with a long beard a Gillbillie.  But the main force was the package of music they brought with them.  They definitely had a packed Caravan, rocking and a rolling through their setlist that comprised of what I believe was some originals and some covers.  I happened to capture two covers.  One of the best is their
spoof of the Weezer tune "Beverly Hills" except with a home town twist changing the lyrics Naglee Park and all the shenanigans that go on in that part of town.  There is a great sampling of it down below in the video section along with a great rendition of the 4 Non Blondes song, "What's Up".
Most of all, I would place a high recommendation on paying money to see either local band.  They are really, really getting good.  Fun night!




Trashkannon sings "Nagalee Park"
Trashkannon sings "What's Up"
Dirty Pillows sing "Happy Trails"





Sunday, January 29, 2012

Nels Cline is God!!! || Wilco || January 28, 2012


Jeff, I kid. But seriously, has anyone seen this dude live? I have a little crush on the mind blowing work of the sideman for Jeff Tweedy's pet project of the last twenty years, Wilco.  I have seen Clapton, I have seen Frusciante and I have seen Van Halen...this guy tops the bill in overall playing tonality and attitude.  The only person that I can think that may come close to getting tones from his amp may be Ira Kaplan of Yo La Tengo. Another Repeater (Definition of a Repeater: Guitarists and bands that I have no problem seeing over and over again).

It's funny because because the night was summed up by just another wonderful evening cruising through downtown San Jose on bikes with some good friends. I had an idea that I wanted to write a review of Wilco's first performance in the Bay Area.  My biggest concern was to either do it on my regular Blog or this one that is specific to that "underground" scene in San Jose.  My answer became apparent as I walked into the San Jose Civic Auditorium and saw nicely framed pictures of live performances there by many of my idols; Buddy Holly, The Beach BoysJeff Beck, The Kinks, The Rolling Stones, The Yardbirds....the list just goes on.  This place is a unique  San Jose shrine and should be worshiped as such.  Well, last night surely didn't disappoint by the legend of Wilco.  This band had been on my list of "must sees before I die" since my daughter was born.  I missed their last bay area appearance with Jeff & Steve at The Mountain Winery.  They described their experience as like one from another world.  And these boys have seen some live music in their past.  I had to go. Little did I know that they were going to play 10 minutes from my doorstep, on a Saturday Night and at a legendary auditorium that I had been waiting to visit for the first time.

The opening act was beyond proficient.  One would figure that would be as natural as soft skin on a newborn with the expertise musicianship in Wilco.  These boys ain't gonna be no hacks!  White Denim caught ya.  I have seen a lot of mediocre openers and I am for some lame reason I am always on precaution about it.  They had a jazzy little Pat Metheny thing going on and then the main dude would explode into a Ted Nugent raged solo.  Pretty cool.  My only real critique of them is that the bass tone needed to be a little fuller.  I blame it on his Rickenbacker 4001.  Those things rate high on extremely cool looking, however unless you are going for the Lemmy in Motorhead sound (which is a thing of beauty), don't bring it to a chili cook off.

Then Wilco came out.  They started slow then built about every song into a towering crescendo.  They are the best at writing hot, catchy hooks. Then they develop a complete and total wall of wonderful tones around those hooks.  Usually lighting them on fire with an incredibly insane solo from Nels Cline like this one here:


As Steve noted about Nels, "He was like a mad professor over there."  But he was quick to follow up with how good the entire band is at making the entire entire band sound so good.  It is definitely a sum of the parts.

I can go on and on telling you what songs I thought were brilliant and what not.  When I write one of these I always try to add a little video.  Last night I had the perfect seat (Thanks Koobs!) to sit there and document so much of the evening all the while not get in the way.  I sat next to this dude who, like me, was a "first timer" on the Wilco train.  I'll bet he'll be seeing them again too by the way he was getting into the performance.  At one time I said "look out at the crowd", everyone was just grooving along to a Wilco song.

Here's a heavy amount of Wilco footage to quench a hearty thirst.  There will be more posted on at my youtube account if you are in need of even more.  And I apologize to others who are yet to see them on this tour.  I would wait on the video, or maybe just watch one or two to get yourself amped up for the show ;-)




To make it align up in the Lofi San Jose category, we did end up going on down to visit Rachel at The Caravan.  We did see a performance of a band that name slips me at this time, but I did catch a little video of one of their songs.  Not bad, though their setlist started getting weak halfway through.  Probably just another new band in downtown San Jose.


The night began at a beer festival at the Women's Club and a cocktail at Original Joe's.  Peeked at Wilco. It ended with a nice ride on down to the local Jack in the Box by the college, which was loaded with characters that time of night, for a little late night, sobering snack.  Koobs was so proud to have ordered the  jumbaco all the while the dude behind the counter didn't even flinch.  Brilliant marketing, Jack!


"They are the best American band we got!" -Steve Laflen on Wilco


Monday, January 9, 2012

Inspiring...|| 74 yr. Dick Dale rocking The Blank Club || January 6, 2012



There was nothing more I needed Friday night than to roll into The Blank Club and hear the legendary Dick Dale blast through his setlist with his son, Jimmy Dale on Drums and Sammy Bolle from Agent Orange & Slacktone.  It was a thing of beauty and the exact therapy my little brain needed.  My good friend and artistic sage, Joe Izzo, succumbed to his long battle with cancer the day before.  Seeing a man who himself has been battling cancer for the last 3 years of his life get up on stage and totally and completely rock it (like no other 74 year old I know could ) was very inspirational.  And I believe it was an inspiration that was felt throughout the packed crowd that night.  It is good to see a sold out show at The Blank Club.  It is even better when the artist is deep into his golden years.

60s Dick Dale

The show was phenomenal.  Me and my buddies (thanks guys for dragging me off the couch) sidewinded right up to the front side of the stage and enjoyed a man who was truly in his element. Heck, he has been doing this the majority of his time on earth and I am sure he will be doing it even more where he is going.  It was great seeing Jimmy rocking it out on drums and really expanding as a musician too.  A while back he was playing guitar with his father and really learning the ropes.  Dick Dale is known for being a task master to his band.  Never a set list and always keeps the band guessing.  I saw Jimmy look over at Sammy several times and give a big sigh of relief while wiping his brow after nailing the untold direction that his father was heading into; a true jam.  It was brilliant. 
But I noticed something else in Jimmy's eyes.  This twenty year old kid was enjoying the moment.  He knows that these live performances with his father are a gift and that they will not go on forever.  He is seizing the opportunity that is in front of him and making the most of it.  Truly inspirational.

It was an energetic show and the crowd ate up every last moment of it.  They did not wander home after catching half the set.  Even the ones who were mostly grey on the head were still front and center watching history unfold in front of their eyes.  Life has only one direction; death.  We are all going to be there some day.  The only thing we can do until we find ourselves knocking on the gates is enjoy ourselves.  The men on the stage that night were doing just that.  To quote Dick Dale up on stage that night, "a while back I had tubes coming out of me, doctors opening me up and radiation shooting through my body...but I'm still here."  And if you are reading this, so are you...





To sum up the performance, the last thing Dick screamed into the mic while closing out his set is...
"You people are my medicine.  Thank you!"