Saturday, September 20, 2008
We at Distingué Traces have failed you. Last night at the Independent we caught the Fleet Foxes show. That music is clear water from a deep well. Our photos of this event? Murky water from a smelly well. At night. With the cover still on. See?
I am hella sad about this because I love these guys, and I really wanted to make this post a big deal. One of our Distingué Traces auxiliaries has an iPhone, and I had grand plans to make her lend it to me so I could venture into pirate-video posting, but she forgot to bring it. Readers, I need my own fucking iPhone. Buy me an iPhone, and I will use it to document the rich tapestry of San Francisco nightlife for you!
(Just kidding, don't buy me an iPhone, donate to Obama or the No on 8 campaign instead.)
Anyway. Luckily for the rich tapestry of nightlife, a million other people at the show did have their iPhones with them, and one of them has already posted a clip of "Tiger Mountain Peasant Song" to Youtube. Through embedding technology, here it is. Thank you, Youtube accountholder johnlshea5.
And if you really want to look at the rest of my terrible, awful, very bad photos, you can...
Thursday, September 18, 2008
The show is about the seventies Czech rock group The Plastic People, who brought down communism with the power of art, as Tom Stoppard will now explain:
“Let’s get this clear,” says Tom Stoppard. “The Plastic People did not bring down communism.”
Oh yes they did.
“Milan Hlavsa, who founded the group, said in several interviews that they weren’t interested in bringing down communism." continues Stoppard. "What they wanted was to play rock’n’roll music. A question to ask, then, is: were those two things as separate as he thought at the time?”
The band were clearly not dissidents; in fact, they were rather disparaged by those actively opposed to communist rule as a bunch of lazy hippies. But their decision to remove themselves from the official culture made them the perfect example of “living in truth” — to borrow Vaclav Havel’s phrase. Doggedly pursuing their own artistic vision was itself a resistance to totalitarian culture.
Will Tom Stoppard concede that much about his characters? Yes.
“Simply playing rock’n’roll was not a wasted, isolated gesture," says Stoppard. "And, by extension, one could make a grand claim for the potency of art in general — including rock’n’roll — and its ability to alter society. Do you think that’s a romantic view?”
A romantic view is cheap at A.C.T. tonight. Be there or be a soulless totalitarian bastard.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Saturday night I caught the final night of Xiu Xiu's current tour. I've loved 'em since Knife Play but this is the first time I've managed to catch their show. It was good! Jamie Stewart rocked out like a rocker, which I was not really expecting.
The band, once a sprawling collective, is now just Jamie Stewart, Caralee McElroy (Jamie's cousin and the muse of his mid-career rejuvenation), and a drummer. The intimacy between Jamie and Caralee is lovely -- as always at shows with my outdated camera and unpracticed hand I was continually frustrated at missing chances for photos, but this time I passed one up deliberately: the look of tenderness Jamie gave Caralee at the end of "Fabulous Muscles" -- as his part ended and she played the final bars -- was held for a long time, but it was so beautiful that I just couldn't bear to use the flash.
There are fifteen more pictures, so you should click to...enlarge them for maximum pleasure.
There is no point in clicking on the rest of the pictures as they do not get any bigger. But do enjoy looking at them, won't you?
Caralee plays the trumpet while sitting in with an opening act. The opening act's guitarist rocks the sexy, sexy tattooed androgyny.
Caralee plays the keyboards, fiddles with a laptop, and also blows into some kind of tube idk.
It's a hoedown with a zither, ladies and gentlemen!
Jamie is a rocker.
Jamie rocks out.