William Zantzinger World William Zantzinger World Volks of all stripes und sizes... Managed to catch an interesting show last night, and pound me brain into oblivion. So oblivion that I didn't manage to make mention at 8 this morning when I flew threw the door...
"Industrial" ! [cough cough]... Checked out the BLDG once again, it really is quite the disco, not quite my kinda scene tho... However last night they had a live, yes a live performance, two actually, and performance is the operative word. First from SF Tim North: Hooverdrums...You really don't want to know... What is hooverdrums you ask? It's a percussion setup suspended from the ceiling from springs...ouch.... It was, ummm, interesting, performance art, and seemed the guy could bang the things pretty well.. Beyond that, it was pretty frightening. Acrobatic. Don't see a terribly big future in it, less he decides to suspend a guitarist, bass, and synth player up there as well, Hooverband!
Next up was Chris Connelly [Ministry + RevCo's] premiering some spoken word stuff. Let's hope he wasn't too discouraged, I don't think those people were really comfortable standing there watching someone talk, had they have been, they probably woulda been somewhere else. These volks wanted to dance, and I think they were a tad annoyed without that big beat going. Me guess is, if he was up there for more then the very short time he was, things might have actually gotten ugly.. How was *he*? Good question, was a bit distracted having been hijacked by this scenestriss [shame she didn't want to go to cuba, just wanted a drink, or so it seemed, didn't give it much of a chance]. He seemed to be saying some interesting stuff from what I could follow, he looked a little worse for the wear tho, if not completely exhausted, and that came accross even in his most strident deliveries. Beyond that, it was spoken word, gut crunching it's not...
Also managed to finally get to MISSION, Long Island, East Village, East Village, LIs [an introduction, or smash up]...Alt music, nayborhoodyish bar, there's something about E. Villagey art interspersed with record store posters.