Monthly Archives: September 2007

Sea And Cake

Saw the Sea And Cake, last night at the Cat's Cradle. Meg Baird opened for them.

Meg Baird is a women who sings... traditional folk ballads. Just her and her acoustic, very Thistle and Shamrock at times. Thankfully, she's actually really good at it, too. But, wow, what a strange choice to open for a band like the Sea And Cake. The rest of the crowd weren't in the mood and rudely talked over most of her set.

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She sat on her stool, motionless, and sang with her eyes closed, her entire set.

And then, somewhere around 10:45, the Sea And Cake started.

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Sam Prekop, John McEntire, Archer Prewitt

I've seen them before (at the same place), but I was in the middle of the club then, so I heard the PA mix. Last night I was up front so I got to hear the sound from the stage, where the distinction between the two guitars was sharp. I've heard all their records a million times, but I've never really tried to distinguish Archer Prewitt's guitar parts from Sam Prekop's guitar parts: what are they each doing, how do they relate to the other, etc.. When they're right in front of you, though, it's obvious who's playing what; and it's obvious then just how different their two parts can be from each other - often discordant, off time from each other, etc. - and how amazing it is that they work together as well as they do.

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Archer Prewitt, Eric Claridge

One other thing I noticed, after seeing them last night is just how good the bass player, Eric Claridge is. He kindof gets buried on the records, but many of his parts are as complex and interesting as the two guitars are. Something I've known for a long time is how good a drummer John McEntire is, but watching him is something else. His sound on studio records is very clean, very precise, crisp; I've always had this image of him sitting there very cool, calm and in-control. No, that's not him. Not at all. He's totally into it: head, neck and, face included. Looks like he's having a blast.

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Sam Prekop - who looks a little like a younger Bill Maher

They played a few of my favorites (esp. "The Biz" and "Parasol"). They played a few off their new record, which didn't do much for me when I got it; but the songs sounded good live. Overall, they rock a bit more live, than they do on the records, where it all gets polished and smoothed. Live, it's all a bit more raw and in your face. Good show. Since I don't know anyone (except Joe, who introduced me to them) who even knows what the Sea And Cake sound like, let alone anyone who likes them, I wasn't sure what a Sea And Cake crowd would look like. Turns out, it looks exactly like the UNC student body; and I was a little surprised to see a group of college girls crowding the front of the stage, singing along with all the songs no less. That's a nice change from other shows I've been to lately (ex. Belew, Hitchcock), where the dominant demographic is aging hipsters with gray ponytails and Hawaiian shirts.

Speaking of aging... damn. I can't handle getting home at 12:45 and needing to get up for work at 6:45. Pinback's playing there next Wednesday, hope I can talk myself into it.

Gedankenexperiment

Scot, at Izzle! Izzle Phaff!, went to the doctor. And while I wish him the best of luck on his as-of-yet-mysterious illness, I'm going to quote a chunk of his story because it's damn funny, in a Larry David-awkward-moment kind of way.

So I had to go over to some other nurses and wait for the chest x-ray. I also had to get my blood drawn for a CBC and chemical panel, for which I was characteristically totally brave: "Don't ask me to watch this shit," I informed the nurse. I'm so lame. She was a pro, and it was fine.

Waiting for the x-ray nurse, I sat in the waiting room, not far from the vampire who had just drained me for a few cc's. A young blonde woman came up and spoke to her, and the next thing I heard was the nurse saying brightly, "All right! Have you ever given a stool sample before?"

My head automatically shot up at this unexpected series of words, and I caught the blonde woman's stricken eyes. I felt horrible, and looked back at the awful carpet.

"No," said the woman with more aplomb than I would have ever summoned.

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While I was waiting to get out of there, the stool sample blonde came walking down the hall again; I caught her eye again. She was gingerly holding a plastic container at arm's length. She looked stricken again, and I looked at the carpet again. I am so sorry I saw you carrying your stool sample, I thought to myself, and herself mentally thought to myself, Boy, me too.

I posed a gedankenexperiment to myself at that moment: If I were single, could I ever date a woman who I had first encountered while she was submitting a stool sample for the first time? I came to the conclusion that I am a huge dumbfuck.

Rest, here.

Dicks

Go watch the whiny-ass cops who think, because they're cops, they shouldn't get speeding tickets. They're keeping a long list of officers (whom they call "Dicks") who won't show a little "professional courtesy" and let off-duty cops get away with speeding. Witness their pathetic whining as they recount how they tried, and failed, to use all manner of excuse and name-dropping to weasel out of the ticket. Dicks.

Finishing Quickly

The head of the Catholic Church in Mozambique has told the BBC he believes some European-made condoms are infected with HIV deliberately.

Maputo Archbishop Francisco Chimoio claimed some anti-retroviral drugs were also infected "in order to finish quickly the African people".

On one hand, he must be telling the truth, since he's a Man Of God. On the other hand, WTF?

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Priorities

Andrew Sullivan shares a fact with us:

For the fourth year in a row, U.S. marijuana arrests set an all-time record in 2006, according to the just-released FBI Uniform Crime Reports. Marijuana arrests totaled 829,627, an increase from 786,545 in 2005. Similar to previous years, 738,916 or 89 percent were for possession, not sale or manufacture, and marijuana possession arrests again exceeded arrests for all violent crimes combined.

Start Your iPods

The iPod starts this, the week of my birth, thusly:

  1. Sea And Cake - Sending
  2. Velvet Underground - Waiting For My Man
  3. Stevie Ray Vaughan - Wham
  4. REM - We Walk
  5. Reverend Horton Heat - Bad Reputation
  6. Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead
  7. The Sword - Iron Swan
  8. Cassandra Wilson - I Want To Be Loved
  9. Eagles Of Death Metal - Shasta Beast
  10. No Knife - Minus One

A bunch of first-timers. That's a good sign.