Friends,
Saw The Hold Steady last night at the TLA. This guys are pretty fucking great. Finally a new(er) band that I don't hate. Probably b/c if I started a band it would be the same thing. Non-practicing Catholic, 30 something, semi-overweight ex hardcore kids that like to drink and play rock n roll. They played a fast set, only 40-minutes b/c they opened for tall 50-something grunge pioneers who make a lot of noise, Sonic Youth. I saw Thurston Moore meandering around the crowd and that dude is tall. They were never my thing, I did however like old Thurston's solo album, Psychic Hearts. Anyway, The Hold Steady. Craig Finn is a madman on the stage. I thought he might start convulsing at one point. He is the preacher in this congregation, with the participants holding on to his every word. The rest of the band sounded tight, a little muddy maybe b/c we were in the balcony, but tight just the same. The highlight was mustachioed keyboardist Franz Nicoli magically flipping a bottle of wine out of no where and just getting after it. First time I saw that, instead of beer the band is slangin' back merlot. Actually, I think Peter Steele from Type O Negative might have done that. But he's a vampire so that's different. After the Hold Steady we bounced. A big shot out goes to that ole' Slother who sped me to the Conshy McDonalds so I (and him and the wife) wouldn't piss our pants. And extra-special big up to Steve Gigs, who even though I don't see him to often, never fails to disappoint. That music was beautiful, wasn't it?
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