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Thursday, March 10, 2005

Louis, You Broke My Heart.

Reflection can be a terrible thing. Some of you might be wondering could Louis Miller have done to warrant such a headline. Though it wasn’t directed at my former roommate, who introduced me to the goodness that is Gorilla Biscuits and Richard Hell, it could have been. The kid went underground and is seen less than his distant cousin, Jeremy Miller. No, this headline was not because of Lou, but because last night I saw Louis XIV and they didn’t live up to my expectations. In fact, the entire night was a bit of a let down, but let me start from the beginning.

After work I hustled home to get my wash started. During the dry cycle I stopped into the Mercury Lounge to put a
Sam Champion poster in a prime window spot. I chatted up Richard for a quick second before returning to get my fold on. Sometimes I wonder if the people at the Laundromat watch the unique precision in which my t-shirts are folded. Maybe they think I’m some sort of former championship folder, but in reality, I’m just Danny Tanner anal about being neat. How did that happen? Once everything was put away, a quick dinner was cooked and enjoyed in the company of Builder. Around 9pm Jin and Shara stopped into 186 for a quick hang. They were on their way to the New York Noise party at HiFi while I was heading down to the Bowery.

On my way to the club I noticed a familiar chunk of hair in the window of El Nueva, (sp?). Upon further inspection, it was Tumblehawk and Lucy slamming back some Mexican grub before heading to the show. After a quick NFL catch up session with Sam, I made it to the downstairs bar at the Bowery. Merida and Frank were their gracious selves behind the bar. I made it clear to Merida that if she needs ANYTHING while Noah’s on tour; Jay’s here for her. Yes, I’m kidding jackasses. Oh, I also promised to note that Frank is a Phoenix Rising. His band is undergoing more changes than a 12 year old boy, but he didn’t elaborate. With a drink in hand, I chatted up Sarah and Daylen. It’s felt like forever since the last time I saw the Weiss, so it was great to play some catch up even if she was giving me shit. The Plus One kids were floating around, and Hollywood wanted to throw down, but he backed off once he knew I talked street.

As
Louis XIV took the stage, I shot up the stairs to catch a glimpse of these boys. I’m a huge fan of the Illegal Tender Ep, but there was something about their live show that didn’t sit right. Was it all the 8T’s cock rock guitar riffage? Was it the undeserved cocky attitudes? Was it the sloppy play? I can’t put my finger on it, but it really didn’t move me. Granted I’m willing to give them another chance when they come back through the Bowery on April 26th, but if they don’t deliver on that show; the love affair is over. To put a cherry on the shit sundae, they looked like the survivors of the last Los Angeles holocaust. Battered soldiers trudging forward in a war they can’t win. They weren’t dripping the expected amount of sex. The final problem came when they played my favorite song; Finding Out True Love is Blind. The lead guitarist took a seat behind a keyboard and belted out vocals through an effect that made him sound like a poor man’s Ben Gibbard. Louis XIV may be touted as the next big thing, but it may turn out to be in Bravery proportions.

As we waited on changeover, I got to chatting with Mia and Zeina about
Mastodon. She told me about their show she saw in London with High On Fire which must have been rightous. Mia has great taste in hard rock (read: metal) so I’d by tickets to their Bowery show before it sells. Sky and Rob also made their way to the back corner and we talked about loving bad music. We lost Tumblehawk due to an aliment, so I perched myself in the back and waited for Hot Hot Heat. It was my first time seeing these four Canadian boys; unless I saw them at the Siren Festival and can’t remember, (we did a lot of drugs that day). At first glance, I wanted to invite the four kids to take off their coats and stay awhile. They all had their jackets and scarves on. Hot Hot Heat could be dedicated followers of fashion, but they just looked like they wanted to be The Strokes with At the Drive In haircuts.

So the seven or so songs that I saw rotated from old to new and back to old again. To be honest, I loved their debut record when it came out a couple years ago on Sub Pop. Now it can safely be stated that I’m not a fan. Sure, I’ll listen to the new record, but it sounds like the old songs, and frankly we’ve been cheated. Last night I realized. Hot Hot Heat is a ska band disguised by hipster cloths. They are a copy of
Reel Big Fish. Seriously. Listen to their record and try not to skank. I’ll dust off my Doc’s and Pork Pie hat for their next tour. At a certain point I couldn’t take any more and I had to bounce. My first night out after a few was a bust, but tonight shall rock.

Dirty But Not Too Dirty.

So I just got done listening to the Dirty On Purpose in studio set at WOXY, and they sounded great. In an attempt to warn all of you, I tried to post something regarding this performance, but Blogger has been sucking more dick than Greg Louganis, (inappropriate?). You missed the on air DJ complimenting DOP for being punctual a number of times. Anyway, check out this interview Joe did with Deli Magazine. He is one hilarious motherfucker. Also make sure to get your paws on the new issue when you see it floating around. Jin, Audrey and I are doing a blog page. Read me fumble through an attempt to sound like a journalistic blog, (oxymoron much?).

Come Early. Stay Late.

This is just fair warning that your ass should be at the Mercury Lounge this evening. You’ll want to catch the early set by the Ohio dirt rockers Heartless Bastards and the late set by the MA based pop lovers Apollo Sunshine. It will be well worth the cover, and come ponder how my little sister and I have the same genes.

Oh, has anyone else noticed that
Doves new single Black and White Town, sounds exactly like Burning In My Heart (Heatwave)? I like their style. I like their moves.

5 Comments:

jinners said.

we'll be posting a song on the dop site from the woxy. thanks for listening, jay!

3/10/2005 7:39 PM  
jinners said.

we'll be posting a song on the dop site from the woxy. thanks for listening, jay!

3/10/2005 7:39 PM  
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