What Shows Have You Been To Lately?

Lucem Ferre · 05-01-2017, 11:30 PM

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Originally Posted by Mrs. Tristan Rosenstock

You don't know Slowdive or Pixies?

I don't know Slowdrive, I recognize the name Pixies but can't name a song by them.

Might be groups that I've heard songs from and just don't realize it.

rostasi · 05-12-2017, 03:43 PM

Big Ears Festival review in the June issue of The Wire:

“We do things in our own scruffy way,” announced Madeline Rogero, mayor of Knoxville, opening this year’s Big Ears festival. ‘Scruffy’ might be this small town’s self-image, but it was looking spruce to me – not a candy wrapper in sight, traffic becalmed and a tightly managed schedule of 200 performances across ten venues. Since 2009, Big Ears has been an agent of cultural regeneration in this birthplace of Quentin Tarantino, James Agee, Cormac McCarthy and Johnny Knoxville himself. I came expecting Trump heartland. I found a welcoming, tolerant, cultural city that’s quietly going through an urban rebirth. Music, art, food and housing gentrification are all in the mix.

Art, continued the mayor, promotes empathy, which in turn leads to justice. It was one of many statements over the long weekend whose allusions hardly needed spelling out – especially in light of the fact that two overseas performers had already been denied entry permits.

Knoxville houses the University of Tennessee – a vast campus still spreading – and the future-retro sky tower set up during the 1982 World’s Fair still stands, a reminder of Knoxville’s utopian, outward-looking mentality. Big Ears director Ashley Capps also runs Bonnaroo and owns several of the city’s key music venues, including the Bijou and Tennessee theatres, and the converted warehouse the Mill And Mine, which hosted everything from Deerhoof to Oliver Coates

(a rock crowd cheering solo Messiaen? Now I’ve heard everything).

The programming was a mix of contemporary music, jazz, rock at the more creative end and a little folk. So, after Wilco’s sell-out at the Bijou, Jeff Tweedy – in hirsute Ozark Mountain phase – went into full “Machine Gun” mode, thrashed a wooden Strat and theremin along with drummer Chris Corsano and Darin Gray on horizontal guitar. Gray joined percussionist Glenn Kotche in the tropicana-tinged On Fillmore duo, more charming on stage than on record, with the two clearly enjoying each other’s company as they tease each other’s efforts (“I thought that was a pretty successful solo,” retorted Kotche to Gray’s goading).

Pianist Frederic Rzewski prefaced MEV’s set by reciting the parable of the Gadarene swine. “There’s a lot of pigs here,” he appended, before embarking across a vast tundra, the audience parked up close to Richard Teitelbaum and Alvin Curran’s electronic tabletops. Variations on “What Shall We Do With The Drunken Sailor” spluttered from the piano before the fade out.

Jóhann Jóhannsson’s Drone Mass and Colin Stetson’s reboot of Górecki’s Symphony No 3 introduced sober and sombre notes, and the schedule in St John’s Cathedral was pitched towards reflection. With evensong embedded in the festival programme, the preacher took the opportunity to welcome all nations, creeds and colours to the pews. Richard Bishop, not known for his ecclesiastical bent, set up a cascade of modes and scales in folk guitar extemporisations that journeyed from India to Appalachia via North Africa, Arabia and Iberia, tracing similar folk routes to Davy Graham. Hans-Joachim Roedelius, who during an earlier Q&A spoke about being forcibly conscripted as a boy soldier into Hitler’s army and getting arrested by East German Stasi, flooded the space with tranquil piano preludes and the atmospheric buzz of electronics. Norwegian Hardanger fiddler Nils Økland and his five-piece band forced the crowd to their feet in appreciation of their fluid blend of meditative folk overtones and vibrating harmonics (Sigbjørn Apeland particularly effective on harmonium and the church organ). When Økland thanked the audience for coming “to hear alien music made by people you don’t know, speaking a language you don’t understand”, he received a warm and wild response.

Økland was part of a Norwegian invasion package that included Frode Haltli’s Border Woods, an accordion driven composition that evokes spirits at play in the forests skirting Oslo; a 20th anniversary meltdown for Supersilent, and a crushingly powerful set from Helge Sten aka Deathprod. The Tennessee Theatre has surely never been subjected to such harmonic trauma, as wave upon wave of particulate noise and threatening drones drove a tungsten wedge of gravitas into the evening, and felt all the more politicised for that. Gavin Bryars Ensemble’s Sinking Of The Titanic, by comparison, sounded like Sunday afternoon on the boating lake.

American minimalism comes in many guises. It’s implicit in the rippling undertow of Tortoise, who, roused from a ten year (s)lumber, blindsided the Mill and Mine with musclebound, gurning, funk-charged versions of their back catalogue. It’s been revived in the agitated threshing of Julius Eastman, whose curious outsider status is wittily celebrated in Jace Clayton’s Julius Eastman Memorial Dinner project, part Eastman showcase, part sketch show. And minimalism is the Molotov cocktail under the asses of New York meth rockers Horse Lords, with their hypnotic, die-cut double-kit rif***e underpinned by cacophonic electric guitar airshipped from Mali with stop-offs at Tom Verlaine and Terry Riley’s Reed Streams. (Apparently they manage a mean Eastman cover themselves.)

The deft curation extended to a running theme around Middle America, taking in Matmos’s rendition of Robert Ashley’s Perfect Lives, David Harrington Group’s live soundtrack to No Country For Old Men, Xiu Xiu’s montage of Twin Peaks scenes, and in Colleen’s singing of the lullaby from Night Of The Hunter (scripted by Knoxville author James Agee). But there was cosmopolitanism too, as Matana Roberts sang-spoke of her own struggles to affirm her identity amid her nation’s tangled racial and political history; Steve Lehman weaponised his conscious, pan-African future-jazz unit Sélébeyoné; and Henry Threadgill’s Zooid achieved harmolodic heaven. No scruffiness there."

Scrubs · 05-13-2017, 01:16 PM

I saw Biffy Clyro twice in the last two months in NYC and Brooklyn. They were awesome! Haven't been blown away like that at a rock show in a while...

Moss · 05-13-2017, 04:04 PM

Just saw PJ Harvey. Miss her more rocking days but it was still damn amazing.

**Goofle** · 05-23-2017, 04:16 PM

Since I have started doing gigs/music events I've had the chance to see:

Madness
The Farm
The Libertines
Little Mix
J Hus
Broken Social Scene (And JOHNNY FUCKING MARR played guitar for the first track)

Some good events coming up as well. I'm maybe going to start a journal...?

Justthefacts · 06-08-2017, 12:55 AM

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Originally Posted by Goofle

The Libertines
Broken Social Scene (And JOHNNY FUCKING MARR played guitar for the first track)

I've always wanted to see Pete Doherty in person. I never fancied you a Libertines man.

**Goofle** · 06-14-2017, 11:01 AM

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Originally Posted by Justthefacts

I've always wanted to see Pete Doherty in person. I never fancied you a Libertines man.

I have been a fan for years. Though I had no choice which artists would be performing, just been rather fortunate so far.

**Exo** · 11-15-2017, 08:59 AM

I was in Brooklyn last night with a friend. We were waiting for our friends to get out of Iron and Wine (I'm not paying $40 to be sung lullabies) and we found a show happening down the road in the basement of a seafood restaurant. A band I really liked in high school, Cinemechanica, was playing with a band I've never heard of called DAD. DAD was okay but holy **** was Cinemechanica tight as sh*t. Brought me right back to my dirty basement shows considering they're a math rock/noise/post hardcore type of deal. Really energetic and just on total point. Best small show I've been to in a while. I ended up buying their record and we all drank some beers and kicked around a hacky sack afterwards. I felt like I was in High School again. Felt nice to be a care free lame punk kid again.

Anyway, if you're into that kind of music, check this out.

Psy-Fi · 05-30-2017, 05:50 PM

The Damned, last week. Captain Sensible was back and in fine form after resting up from a broken rib he received after a fall off the stage last month in Toronto, Canada. Dave Vanian (vocals), Captain Sensible (guitar & vocals), Monty Oxymoron (keyboards & vocals), Pinch (drums), Stu West (bass & vocals.) Great show from the band (as usual) from start to finish!

Set List:
Melody Lee
Generals
Disco Man
I Just Can't Be Happy Today
Alone Again Or (Love cover)
Love Song
Second Time Around
Street of Dreams
Eloise (Paul Ryan cover)
Ignite
Stranger on the Town
Plan 9 Channel 7
The History of the World (Part 1)
New Rose
Neat Neat Neat

Encore 1:
Jet Boy, Jet Girl (Elton Motello cover)
Nasty
Noise Noise Noise
Smash It Up

Encore 2:
Born to Kill
Fan Club
Anti-Pope

grindy · 06-05-2017, 04:42 AM

Saw Tatsuya Yoshida, Makoto Kawabata and Atsushi Tsuyama play their Japanese New Music Festival in Zurich on Saturday. It was probably the best concert experience I've ever had. Obviously mindblowing music and also just really, incredibly entertaining and hilarious.
My friend took some vids. I'll post them here at some point, although probably not many members care about those guys.

11-15-2017, 08:59 AM	#8 (permalink)
Exo All day jazz and biscuits Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: NJ Posts: 7,354	I was in Brooklyn last night with a friend. We were waiting for our friends to get out of Iron and Wine (I'm not paying $40 to be sung lullabies) and we found a show happening down the road in the basement of a seafood restaurant. A band I really liked in high school, Cinemechanica, was playing with a band I've never heard of called DAD. DAD was okay but holy **** was Cinemechanica tight as sht. Brought me right back to my dirty basement shows considering they're a math rock/noise/post hardcore type of deal. Really energetic and just on total point. Best small show I've been to in a while. I ended up buying their record and we all drank some beers and kicked around a hacky sack afterwards. I felt like I was in High School again. Felt nice to be a care free lame punk kid again. Anyway, if you're into that kind of music, check this out. __________________ LastFM SUPREME POO BAH MODERATOR EXTRAORDINAIRE*

06-05-2017, 04:42 AM	#10 (permalink)
grindy . Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: . Posts: 7,201	Saw Tatsuya Yoshida, Makoto Kawabata and Atsushi Tsuyama play their Japanese New Music Festival in Zurich on Saturday. It was probably the best concert experience I've ever had. Obviously mindblowing music and also just really, incredibly entertaining and hilarious. My friend took some vids. I'll post them here at some point, although probably not many members care about those guys. __________________ *A smell of petroleum prevails throughout.*

05-12-2017, 03:43 PM	#2 (permalink)
rostasi . Join Date: Aug 2012 Posts: 4,035	Big Ears Festival review in the June issue of The Wire: “We do things in our own scruffy way,” announced Madeline Rogero, mayor of Knoxville, opening this year’s Big Ears festival. ‘Scruffy’ might be this small town’s self-image, but it was looking spruce to me – not a candy wrapper in sight, traffic becalmed and a tightly managed schedule of 200 performances across ten venues. Since 2009, Big Ears has been an agent of cultural regeneration in this birthplace of Quentin Tarantino, James Agee, Cormac McCarthy and Johnny Knoxville himself. I came expecting Trump heartland. I found a welcoming, tolerant, cultural city that’s quietly going through an urban rebirth. Music, art, food and housing gentrification are all in the mix. Art, continued the mayor, promotes empathy, which in turn leads to justice. It was one of many statements over the long weekend whose allusions hardly needed spelling out – especially in light of the fact that two overseas performers had already been denied entry permits. Knoxville houses the University of Tennessee – a vast campus still spreading – and the future-retro sky tower set up during the 1982 World’s Fair still stands, a reminder of Knoxville’s utopian, outward-looking mentality. Big Ears director Ashley Capps also runs Bonnaroo and owns several of the city’s key music venues, including the Bijou and Tennessee theatres, and the converted warehouse the Mill And Mine, which hosted everything from Deerhoof to Oliver Coates (a rock crowd cheering solo Messiaen? Now I’ve heard everything). The programming was a mix of contemporary music, jazz, rock at the more creative end and a little folk. So, after Wilco’s sell-out at the Bijou, Jeff Tweedy – in hirsute Ozark Mountain phase – went into full “Machine Gun” mode, thrashed a wooden Strat and theremin along with drummer Chris Corsano and Darin Gray on horizontal guitar. Gray joined percussionist Glenn Kotche in the tropicana-tinged On Fillmore duo, more charming on stage than on record, with the two clearly enjoying each other’s company as they tease each other’s efforts (“I thought that was a pretty successful solo,” retorted Kotche to Gray’s goading). Pianist Frederic Rzewski prefaced MEV’s set by reciting the parable of the Gadarene swine. “There’s a lot of pigs here,” he appended, before embarking across a vast tundra, the audience parked up close to Richard Teitelbaum and Alvin Curran’s electronic tabletops. Variations on “What Shall We Do With The Drunken Sailor” spluttered from the piano before the fade out. Jóhann Jóhannsson’s Drone Mass and Colin Stetson’s reboot of Górecki’s Symphony No 3 introduced sober and sombre notes, and the schedule in St John’s Cathedral was pitched towards reflection. With evensong embedded in the festival programme, the preacher took the opportunity to welcome all nations, creeds and colours to the pews. Richard Bishop, not known for his ecclesiastical bent, set up a cascade of modes and scales in folk guitar extemporisations that journeyed from India to Appalachia via North Africa, Arabia and Iberia, tracing similar folk routes to Davy Graham. Hans-Joachim Roedelius, who during an earlier Q&A spoke about being forcibly conscripted as a boy soldier into Hitler’s army and getting arrested by East German Stasi, flooded the space with tranquil piano preludes and the atmospheric buzz of electronics. Norwegian Hardanger fiddler Nils Økland and his five-piece band forced the crowd to their feet in appreciation of their fluid blend of meditative folk overtones and vibrating harmonics (Sigbjørn Apeland particularly effective on harmonium and the church organ). When Økland thanked the audience for coming “to hear alien music made by people you don’t know, speaking a language you don’t understand”, he received a warm and wild response. Økland was part of a Norwegian invasion package that included Frode Haltli’s Border Woods, an accordion driven composition that evokes spirits at play in the forests skirting Oslo; a 20th anniversary meltdown for Supersilent, and a crushingly powerful set from Helge Sten aka Deathprod. The Tennessee Theatre has surely never been subjected to such harmonic trauma, as wave upon wave of particulate noise and threatening drones drove a tungsten wedge of gravitas into the evening, and felt all the more politicised for that. Gavin Bryars Ensemble’s Sinking Of The Titanic, by comparison, sounded like Sunday afternoon on the boating lake. American minimalism comes in many guises. It’s implicit in the rippling undertow of Tortoise, who, roused from a ten year (s)lumber, blindsided the Mill and Mine with musclebound, gurning, funk-charged versions of their back catalogue. It’s been revived in the agitated threshing of Julius Eastman, whose curious outsider status is wittily celebrated in Jace Clayton’s Julius Eastman Memorial Dinner project, part Eastman showcase, part sketch show. And minimalism is the Molotov cocktail under the asses of New York meth rockers Horse Lords, with their hypnotic, die-cut double-kit rif***e underpinned by cacophonic electric guitar airshipped from Mali with stop-offs at Tom Verlaine and Terry Riley’s Reed Streams. (Apparently they manage a mean Eastman cover themselves.) The deft curation extended to a running theme around Middle America, taking in Matmos’s rendition of Robert Ashley’s Perfect Lives, David Harrington Group’s live soundtrack to No Country For Old Men, Xiu Xiu’s montage of Twin Peaks scenes, and in Colleen’s singing of the lullaby from Night Of The Hunter (scripted by Knoxville author James Agee). But there was cosmopolitanism too, as Matana Roberts sang-spoke of her own struggles to affirm her identity amid her nation’s tangled racial and political history; Steve Lehman weaponised his conscious, pan-African future-jazz unit Sélébeyoné; and Henry Threadgill’s Zooid achieved harmolodic heaven. No scruffiness there."

05-13-2017, 01:16 PM	#3 (permalink)
Scrubs Groupie Join Date: May 2017 Location: New York Posts: 1	I saw Biffy Clyro twice in the last two months in NYC and Brooklyn. They were awesome! Haven't been blown away like that at a rock show in a while...

05-13-2017, 04:04 PM	#4 (permalink)
Moss Scuttle Buttin' Join Date: Dec 2013 Location: Boulder Colorado Posts: 972	Just saw PJ Harvey. Miss her more rocking days but it was still damn amazing.