First off, Happy Birthday to Leonard Cohen, 75 years old today and still more of a badass than just about anybody I can think of. Dude collapsed on stage but he's still continuing to tour, because he's just a stud like that!
I went to see Deracine (dare-a-sheen-ay) and my buddies Mikki and the Mauses at the Bixel House Friday night and it ruled pretty thoroughly. Haven't been to a good ol' fashioned punk show in a while and it was refreshing. Being splayed against the walls of a 10 x 10 living room, thrust into the back fat of inebriated young men and women, ripped in twine by the duality of wanting to both annihilate and hug someone at the same time, and all the while your ears are bleeding and there's malt liquor and sweat in your mouth that you're certain doesn't belong to you. Good times.
Deracine ripped my face off, they're a Japanese trio built upon the most astounding controlled chaos. The bassist and drummer held it down amidst the ferocious stops and starts while the third member precisely smashed on what looked like something you might have seen in the war room of an old Bond movie, it was two keyboards and a mish mash of effects and samplers on a table that triggered perfectly distorted samples and actually took the place of a guitar quite nicely. Top that off with about a 10 minute set time, and you can be damn sure I walked out of there a fan.
Also going to see Blind Boy Paxton tonight @ Redwood Bar and Grill. I'm stoked.
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