Scott / Graue (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} graue) wrote,@ 2009-05-31 14:16:00 |
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Aerosolized Mucus @ Sonic Circuits / Artomatic, 5-30-09
Dear Amanda, about last night: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I hope you were too drunk to remember. That basically sums up Aerosolized Mucus' first show, my friend Amanda being the booker who scheduled us to play.
I'd like to think we provided a counterpoint to how un-experimental a lot of the experimental scene has become. I mean, look who we followed. Club-ready covers of Throbbing Gristle, only they're being sung by a girl; well, that almost reaches Tori Amos levels of innovation, doesn't it? And before that was a dude playing guitar into a bunch of delay pedals... wow, I'm creating walls of drone, man. Amazing, right? Yeah, nobody's ever thought to do that before.
Not saying these acts, Slug Bait and I guess Kuschty Rye Ergot, sucked or anything. Anyone who came to enjoy good music would definitely conclude they were way better than us. But what if you came to be confronted, to meet the unexpected? On that score, there are some very talented artists who don't even try.
That said, our set was mainly an accident. It began with Dana going nuts on the kazoo, and I was afraid people would think I wasn't part of the band and was just there for eye candy because my feedback wouldn't work. It ended with us getting kicked off the stage before our slot was over so the "secret" band that got added at the last minute, who proceeded to play a wanky 80s cover, could set up. I smashed my instrument in protest. My instrument is an old pretzel tin. It now sounds about the same as before I smashed it.
It's hard to call the show a failure, since pissing everyone off and not getting invited back was pretty much the point from the beginning. You know, sometimes you need a shitty band to come in and show you what can be done that the good bands won't. Happy to fill the need.
Dear Amanda, about last night: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I hope you were too drunk to remember. That basically sums up Aerosolized Mucus' first show, my friend Amanda being the booker who scheduled us to play.
I'd like to think we provided a counterpoint to how un-experimental a lot of the experimental scene has become. I mean, look who we followed. Club-ready covers of Throbbing Gristle, only they're being sung by a girl; well, that almost reaches Tori Amos levels of innovation, doesn't it? And before that was a dude playing guitar into a bunch of delay pedals... wow, I'm creating walls of drone, man. Amazing, right? Yeah, nobody's ever thought to do that before.
Not saying these acts, Slug Bait and I guess Kuschty Rye Ergot, sucked or anything. Anyone who came to enjoy good music would definitely conclude they were way better than us. But what if you came to be confronted, to meet the unexpected? On that score, there are some very talented artists who don't even try.
That said, our set was mainly an accident. It began with Dana going nuts on the kazoo, and I was afraid people would think I wasn't part of the band and was just there for eye candy because my feedback wouldn't work. It ended with us getting kicked off the stage before our slot was over so the "secret" band that got added at the last minute, who proceeded to play a wanky 80s cover, could set up. I smashed my instrument in protest. My instrument is an old pretzel tin. It now sounds about the same as before I smashed it.
It's hard to call the show a failure, since pissing everyone off and not getting invited back was pretty much the point from the beginning. You know, sometimes you need a shitty band to come in and show you what can be done that the good bands won't. Happy to fill the need.
