Three years…

Dang…it’s amazing what can change in three little years. I’m not going to recap it here now, but it’s been pretty mind-blowing. Some wonderful things have happened, some terrible things have happened. The amplitude has been high. And the nice thing is that I’m a better person for it, and in many ways, I’m in a better place. I’ve learned a lot about myself, and it’s helped to make my family closer, my relationships better, and life more authentic. I’ve always tried to live to work hard and play hard, and that’s only become more true. There’s been a lot of joy. I appreciate my friends more deeply and look on the word with new eyes.

Nashville Pussy

We at work hard to stay on the high road of good taste. Last night’s show at Dante’s is clear evidence of that. From songs about drugs to ladies playing (rockin’) guitar in their underwear to not-so-tragic references to recent tragedies to deep-throating light beer bottles while playing rockin guitar, this show was beautifully highbrow.
Nashville Pussy kick ass. Their guitar smacks of ACDC, with a southern twist and apathy and mean-spiritedness thrown in, as well as sexy guitar and bassist. The music shreds, they are loose, hard, sloppy, and tight. They played a long set with some new tunes, but had most of the usual gimmicks that I’ve seen in the past (fourth time to see them).

I can’t say too much about the opening bands because I only saw the last two songs of The Weaklings. Actually I was quite impressed with what I heard, and next time I’ll leave the Shanghai Tunnel earlier to catch them. But, I was there to see Nashville Pussy and that’s what I did.

This was the most raucous crowd that I’ve seen at a Nashville Pussy show. This is the first time I’ve seen them headlne, which may have something to do with it. Previously, I saw them on the second stage at the KUFO Rock Fest back when it rocked., and opening for the The Reverend Horton Heat, who is also a damn good show.

As I love their music, and think their live show is super-fun, and this particular event really was awesome…I totally lost myself in the show for about an hour, fully engrossed…I have to say that seeing this band is extremely highly recommended. Of course if you are into gas station country, ACDC, southern-style thrash, or whatever the sound is called, you may fell a bit different, and I recommend using your own judgement. On a side note, I forced my buddy to join me and he enjoyed it quite a bit. He used phrases like sloppy and lewd to describe them, and felt overall that when he goes to shows llke that, prefers a bit more punk and a bit less trash. This from the guy who introduced me to Morrisey and The Legendary Pink Dots.

Get Sirius

I became so fed up with the horrible situation of radio here that I actually took a significant step in alleviating my pain. I cut my ears off. Actually, I bought Sirius satellite radio. Sirius the second-to-market competitor to XM radio, which I don’t know much about, except that it has some commercials, is stightly cheaper (per month), and has one less satellite beaming down on us (two).

I am going to say right now that Sirius has put a damper on my learning the German language. As I am going through the Pimsleur cd series, and only listen on my communte, it’s in direct conflict with 60 commercial free music stations (and 40 other stations doing different things).

I absolutely love Sirius. If a song comes on that I don’t enjoy, all I have to do is change stations. Generally they’re playing something pretty good within one or two tries, and there’s never a commercial, and the DeeJay’s don’t babble on endlessly. In fact, if you ride with me, and I have a buck fifty in my pocket, I’ll happily switch it to the FM band to see if there’s music playing…if there is, I’ll give you my $1.50, if not, you only pay me $1. I came up with the little wager the other evening when I wanted to get the traffic report, and between the two stations I checked for ten minutes, I never heard music or a traffic report. Eventually I went back to the satellite because it was too late to matter.

Of course it’s not perfect yet, but they are trying. My biggest peeve is that the email addresses they give all seem to go to the same place, whether you email Customer Support, Comments, or a DeeJay. Also, they are hooked on a few bands. The hard rock station notoriously overplays The Foofighters and Bush. But less so than the equivalent stations in Portland. And there are a lot of stations with no equivalent on our FM band.

So, here’s the details. You need an antenna, a receiver, and a head. The antenna mounts on the top of the car or on the trunk and is pretty low profile. The receiver is installed somewhere in my car, and handles the smarts. The head is the piece that has display and tuning. In my case it’s built into the stereo (I have a Kenwood after some jerk broke into my car and stole everything). Cost is on the order of $150-$250 installed for the unit, then $13/month for service. 100 stations, no babbling DJ’s, no commercials (on their in-house stations, some of the talk and such have them). And purportedly cd quality noise. I don’t know, I’m not that clean in the ears.

It’s great. Get it. Send a message to the radio station conglomerates that we’re fed up. Find a new solution. Enjoy music again. Oh, and sorry about the title of this article.

The Catheters

The Catheters rock. Nedra pointed out their album at a listening booth at Tower Records when I was getting my stereo replaced after some jerk broke into my car and stole pretty much the whole center console, along with the air bags. I only listened for a couple minutes before deciding to buy the album, as it rocked really hard. They have a bit of that rock-n-roll rhythm blended with some searing punk-rock vocals. I call the variety of music punk rock-n-roll for lack of a better term, and alternative ain’t it, DJ spunky.

The album is very melodic with quite a few nice hooks in the tunes. The show was less melodic, and more explosive, high intensity spit flying around singer writhing on the floor. Sadly, the portland audience was pretty passive, and only a few of us were even close to rockin not gawkin. The set was too short, I think that some of the pussycats were just beginning to turn around when the show ended. Like “oh! let’s rock!” and then the dudes left the stage and that was the end. They weren’t the headliners, so that was part of the problem there.

More later…I gotta go play ball!
Alright, played ball, got some new kitchen gadgets, went into work, had a coupla beers, and screwed around on the internet. Now have a few more things to say about The Catheters and their show. Yeah, the Portland crowd was slightly more energetic than the crew at The Viper Room when I went to see Wurkt (update your site if yer still together guys!) there. That was a dead crowd…I had five feet between the stage and the nodding crowd in which to rock out like some LA freakshow. I had a good time, and the beer wasn’t as overpriced as one might expect for a classy place like The Viper Room.

And back to The Catheters. They are sweet. The show was raw, the singer has charisma, but they played around and put on a show for us too. Twice the singer (Brian Standeford) slithered into the crowd…pretty cool, he came up right next to me both times…probably because most of the energy was there, and I was on just the other side of the groupie chicks, so if he didn’t stop where I was he’d have to just keep on going.

So it was a rockin good time, pretty entertaining when Brian tackled the dude up front, I ended up with dude’s hat, but gave it back cuz I didn’t much care for it. The crowd was a bit dull, but it’s portland, and there were small women riddled throughout the standard moshing area like cheese on popcorn, which makes it tough to get rockin, especially with a short set like they had. The sound was quite good, tight or loose when when necessary, contrasting their fabulous tight melodic thrash on Static Delusions and Stone-Still Days.

Catch their show if they come to your town again. In the meantime, I’ll wait for them to get a headline gig. They will. Rock off.