Lately, I’ve been going to a lot of rock shows. I seem to have settled back into my lifestyle of a few years ago, when I would… go to a lot of rock shows. It was all so novel back then. Having just turned 21, it was difficult to imagine getting tired of hanging out in dive bars and watching dudes play music. Ha. It’s hardly novel now, but it’s superior to sitting at home and watching the Adventures of Pete and Pete. Well, maybe not “superior” per se, but it’s nice to have both at my disposal.
It’s unfortunately rare for a rock show to be blog-worthy, but it’s awesome to be there when it happens. Especially if you have a camera! For example, last night at El Rio, during an amazing set by south bay bubblegum sensations the Rantouls, infamous frontman Harold Ray was seen holding a large plastic bottle, taking swigs of a beverage he called a “Dennis Wilson.” (That’s rum and OJ, kids!) His typical rowdy banter eventually gave way to staggering and slurred speech, and before we knew it, he had passed out in a dark corner of the club, perhaps a scant half-hour before he was scheduled to perform. The members of his band scrambled about, trying to find someone who knew the lyrics to their songs.
Disaster was more or less averted, though. After a little power nap, Harold awakened, deposited an unspecified volume of Dennis Wilson in a trash can, downed a few bottles of water, and took the stage with an admirable air of confidence. It was damn fine set. And, of course, he managed to charm or offend everyone with his racist, sexist, and/or homophobic camp. Maybe it’s for the best that such rock shows are rare.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
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ha, he looks sick.
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