(a) I haven't the balls to make loud noises in public places, so Sterling had to take the initiative and yell "cockfarmer" between songs. Momus thought he was requesting "Free Bird." (True story.)
(b) Where was Momus after his set? I thought surely he'd come out and bask in the adoration of his public, but we couldn't quite track him down. Similarly, where was the rest of the Chicago IL* contingent?
(c) I think Sterling now thinks I'm some sort of indie scenester, because I ran into a bunch of people I knew. What Sterling doesn't know is that those are basically the only five people I'm acquainted with -- they just all happened to be there at the same time.
― Nitsuh, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
I went to this party, at which a pretty shabby band surprised me by ending their set with a cover of "Leave Them All Behind." This girl said, "Oh, hey, we have to talk, because my friend tells me you're like some kind of indierock lexicon and so am I." (Which was funny because the only indierock conversation I'd had with that friend involved him telling me that he'd just gotten really into Loveless and was looking for more records along that line -- to which I made the bold, obscure, lexicon-like reply that he might like Ride or Slowdive. And then he was asking about Mission of Burma, and when I said there was a pretty satisfying comp out there, he tried to pull some sort of cred on me by saying that he'll only buy full albums -- to which I managed to hold in the condescending reply that eventually, he'd realize that there were far more good bands in the world than he'd be able to be completist about, and sometimes a comp can be your best friend.) So, anyway, I tried to make indie-rock conversation with this girl, but it turned out that this self-proclaimed indie lexicon was unfamiliar with a vast swath of indie, inclduing, to my well-concealed horror, Unrest. (Not that anyone should be describing him/herself as an "indie lexicon" in the first place -- but fucking Unrest?) The extent of her lexicography seemed to be that she liked the last Superchunk album and saw Smog a few weeks ago. Anyway, then she tried to pull some girly ignoring-me thing, as if I'd been the one being stupid during the indie conversation, and then after that she pulled this very guy-ish move to make sure she went home with my friend Joe, who was completely uninterested in her but pretty drunk.
That was my evening.
― Tracer Hand, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Nicole, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― dan, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Lexicon though......that's kind of an odd phrase to use.
― Ronan, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
So, like, how was the show and shit?
― Arthur, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Momus was in pretty good form -- went through a broad span of recent material, played the witty entertainer as he usually does. Stereo Total were great as well -- Sterling had some thoughts about them and the "cute formalism" that Momus was speculating about a while ago, so I'll leave that aspect to his blog. Their garage-ier end seemed to be a strong point live ... they had some asses shaking, and some roughly-choreographed dance moves of their own that were quite entertaining. Most interesting to me was the fact that their more minimal midi/loop-based stuff, while sort of kitschily tinny on record, felt a lot broader live, more like electro. I'd never have mentally associated them with, say, Peaches, but that comparison suddenly seemed a lot more valid.
I dunno ... I must admit that I didn't have any very deep or insightful thoughts on this particular gig. Mainly I'm waiting for Momus to come in here and say, "Oh, I thought you said 'Free Bird.'"
― Josh, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― turner, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Similar Artists: Jack Rialto Tindersticks Suede My Life Story The Divine Comedy Pulp Roots and Influences: Serge Gainsbourg Pet Shop Boys Jacques Brel Morrissey Roxy Music David Bowie Scott Walker New Order Leonard Cohen Followers: Cinnamon
SUEDE?
― Mike Hanle y, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Considering you were on the guestlist because you wrote to me and said that your presence was the only way I could be guaranteed a heckle-free evening, Nitsuh, it sounds like you were oddly close to the source of the heckling, and not only not trying to quell it, but actually trying to pluck up courage to join in yourself! I guess Chicago is the home of the protection racket...
Glad you were too shy in the end, glad I was too deaf to hear anything more than 'Freebird', and glad you enjoyed the show. Pity we didn't meet up... I was probably downstairs in the dressing room being interviewed by a white puppet rat for a kid's cable TV show. The damn thing told some joke, the punchline of which was 'arrrrr!' I almost throttled it.
― Momus, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Full-on heckling wasn't in the plans, but we did want to think up something brief we could yell to make our presence known. "Cockfarmer" seemed the obvious answer. No one yelled "Free Bird," to my knowledge -- although, now that I'm considering it, I'd quite enjoy hearing you cover it.
I'll look forward to seeing you on Chic A Go Go, home of Miss Mia and the rat puppet. Unless there's another rat puppet working the Chicago scene . . .
I believe the identity of this creature is 'Greg Kot.'
― Ned Raggett, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Momus was an early Suede fan. I know this because of this random article that had a quote from him in it saying he was at one of their shows when Justine was still in the van and admitted pointing his videocamera in the general direction of her cleavage. ;-)
LOL!
I tried to get to the show, but I am broke as a fuckin joke. I spent my money on a copy of Return of the Giant Slits (it's finally mine!) I'm also disappointed that Nick hasn't written any tour diaries yet, only photos. A picture may speak a thousand words, but only about 900 of them are intelligent.
― mike j, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Aww, dude, if you think he looked like Jack Black, you should meet the Jack Black lookalike from the Wicker Park Reckless. It's serious.
― Nitsuh, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Mike Hanle y, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― turner, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)