March 07, 2005

Lambchop and More

Kurt Wagner, Lambchop.

Friday: the Black Seeds.
I'd write about the Black Seeds gig, but it wasn't very different from any other Black Seeds gig - huge crowd, high quality musicians and much sweat and dancing. At some point I realised it was exactly four weeks since I'd last seen them play at Galatos. For the record I'm surprised and impressed (not to mention relieved) that I don't send drunken texts more often.

Saturday: the Dukes/the Dellburgoes and the Fanatics/Paselode
We swung by Bodega first and caught the tail end of the Dukes' set and the first few songs of the Dellburgoes. I recall they had good shoes. In light of Wednesday's Resonate seminar, this seemed important.

Next stop Indigo. The Fanatics were playing when we arrived. The crowd wasn't huge but it was decent. The music? It was the Fanatics. The lineup included Brendan Moran on drums - yeah!! and a girl (Rachel?) on tambourine. Paselode played next. I can't really remember their set... nor much of what went after. I do know I lost Matias and eventually located him asleep in his truck, waiting for me to let him into the house. Oops.

Sunday: Lambchop/David Kilgour and the Heavy Eights/Ghostplane

Sunday was a strange day. Much All of it was spent in a semi-conscious daze, although I'm pleased to report there were no actual hangover symptoms (apart from a short episode at the airport) due to my quick-and-forward-thinking self-medication.

I walked down to Indigo around 9pm, somewhat concerned all the way down Cuba St at the sirens and billowing smoke. Luckily it wasn't Indigo burning, it was a building on Vivian St apparently inhabited by 'vagrants'. When I rolled into Indigo, Ghostplane had already started their set. Ghostplane played well, and unlike the Black Seeds gig, the lighting person was actually doing their job. Even in my half-brained state, or maybe because of it, I knew it was going to be a wonderful evening of entertainment. David Kilgour and the Heavy Eights were up next. Since I'd last seen them, I've been listening to a lot of DK's music, so most of the set was pleasantly familiar. He really strikes me as the most unlikely rock star, coming across as your average kiwi bloke, but he's got this amazing skill for playing beautiful guitar music with touching and resonant lyrics. Lovely.

Much like Kurt Wagner, who took the stage next along with six band members. Three guitars, bass, drums, a pianist and a saxophonist/sampler-thingy-operator. I've not heard a lot of Lambchop music in the past - in fact only one song of the entire set was familiar to me (Up With People) - but it hardly matters when faced with such lovely sounds whether it's the first or the hundredth listen. The crowd was older, relaxed, polite. Delightful to breathe the air free of smoke.

Best wishes for Melbourne, Stacey. Two weeks!


Blogger Barry said...

Freaky! You and I were both in Bodega on Saturday and then, if you took that photo of Kurt, you must have been just about right beside me (as I was front row centre, straight in front of him the whole time) yet I didn't see you. As someone new to Lambchop - were you able to make much sense of the lyrics?

The thing I really can't get about DK is how young he looks - put him alongside his contemporaries like Martin Philips or Graeme Downes and you'd think they had ten years on him.

2:33 AM  
Blogger Nelson said...

Wait, Jessie, why aren't you posting about this? Inquiring minds wanna know. Sounds like you had a blast at the concerts!

7:00 AM  
Blogger Jessie said...

Barry, I couldn't tell you about the lyrics in particular... his voice is just so nice and warm and gravelly.

You're right about Kilgour too. And what a lovely fellow.

Nelson - thanks for the link - apparently His Majesty is oot n aboot my fair city at the moment. My grandmother would be horrified, but I'm not terribly interested.

9:05 PM  
Blogger Jessie said...

Ooh, wait, he just drove past my office in a flash car with a flag ("The royal crest," I'm told)! So there's some mild interest, if it means leaving my desk and going to the window and seeing lots of police motorcycles.

9:27 PM  
Blogger The Saturnyne said...

He just drove past and you didn't even have some kind of projectile weaponry to hand? Shame on you, Jessie! You'd have been a hero in some parts of Engerland. Many parts in fact.

Great colour of blue in that pic, there. btw


3:10 AM  

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