Rocks, rolls
Though the laziness is strong, I managed to suppress it sufficiently to get out to the rumble at the Middle East last night. The Have Nots led off the night with a set of energetic ska-accented punk rock, which is really how every evening should start. The better to maximize my cognitive dissonance, I left that set early to catch Mark Pinansky next door at TT’s. Mark added further evidence to my theory that inside every hard-driving neoclassic rocker is an acoustic balladeer struggling to get out, and also convinced me that that is a good thing. Returning to the downstairs, I saw Sarah Rabdau and (1.5 or so) Self-Employed Assassins play a solid set but fail to exorcise the the restless spirits that haunt any begowned singing pianist / bevested drummer combo in New England. I saw The Lights Out give the room the Good News of the Rock & Roll Gospel with an explosive set. And I saw Gene Dante and the Future Starlets try very hard to convince the audience that they were in northern England in 1982; maybe it’s the recession, but I didn’t enjoy that particular cultural reference. Nonetheless, Gene et al won the round. Hearty congratulations to them, but I’m crossing fingers and toes for a Lights Out wild card spot in the files.
More bands tonight! I will see if more rock and roll will homeopathically cure this ringing in my ears…
April 18th, 2009 at 11:54 pm
[...] what it was going to be like to see Marc with just his voice and a guitar and a lot less volume. Chris Lay summed up the (very good) experience: Marc added further evidence to my theory that inside every hard-driving neoclassic rocker is an [...]