Throats, Barbecue, Exits and Phantogram
The week-long cold that’s been nagging at me has finally caught up in a bad way. Could barely speak today and barely have any voice left. I’m going to call my physician in the AM and try to schedule something ASAP.
Other than that, good weekend. Friday night, I wrangled up friends Ed, Erin, Eric, Karen and Chris to take me out for my birthday (a belated celebration) where I finally ate at the illustrious Dinosaur Barbecue on River St. in downtown Troy. It wasn’t bad, but I was in no danger of needing a change of pants during or after the meal. I got chicken and ribs with BBQ fried rice and their mac and cheese. It was good, but I won’t be back there anytime soon with those prices.
I must accompany this micro-review with two disclaimers:
- I am the furthest thing from a foodie and have the palette of an infant.
- I am not wealthy.
So if you have money and are one of those people that actually likes food enough to write stuff about it online and think people care, you will probably enjoy it.
Saturday night I went to Exit Dome 4 at the WEXT Studios.
We came in late after I missed My Exit. Ha! But seriously, I’m an idiot.
I caught the tail end of Nancy Walker‘s set. She seems like a very nice woman who plays some excellent folk music that I could only care less about if I put the effort in. That’s just me, though. I’m a Philistine.
In-between sets, Bryan Thomas played outside the theater. I was a little bummed because I had actually heard some of his stuff for the first time and was really looking forward to a full, uninterrupted set. What I heard I did enjoy, though, and it looks like I’ll just have to make the effort. Which I HATE because everything should be brought to my goddamn feet!
Next up was The Rodeo Barons and my God, their guitarist was freaking great. They were all sorts of Flying Burrito Bros./Neil Young/Wilco (sans their current trend of writing songs that only sound like George Harrison covers), and I absolutely loved it because I’m an old man. I was disappointed that the only merch they had was for the lead singer’s solo work. Nice kid I’m sure, but that band is far greater than any of its individual parts.
They were followed by one of my favorite bands, Que Caro. They rocked it, as usual, and also surprised me with an EP! Yes, they finally have a few tracks laid down and available for purchase at their show. C’est magnifique, you beautiful, wonderful bastards.
They were followed by The Charlie Watts Riots. They were a lot of fun. Catchy anthemic alt-rock in the vein of Manic Street Preachers. It was nice. Also, their drummer looks like Lutz from “30 Rock” and their bassists looks like Stephen Frye.
Then came Phantogram. Holy shit. Confession: I’d never listened to them before. Like, at all. Yet there they were, in all their glory, and I felt like such an asshole for ignoring them for as long as I did. Not that it was an effort on my part, mind you, I just never got around to it. But wow. Wowie wow wow. They blew any live show I’ve seen recently out of the water.
I bought their LP, Eyelid Movies, and you should too. It’s on iTunes. Go find it.
I also found out that the two people that compromise the outfit are longtime friends, not a married couple. So if Sarah Barthel is reading this, I’d just like her to know that I would be honored if she’d consider being my future ex-wife.
In all seriousness, they were goddamn great and I have a feeling their appearance coming up on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon this Wednesday (February 2nd) is going to blow them right the fuck up. And deservedly so.
The folks at WEXT ended the evening by announcing they’d do an “everybody on the stage” jam that very few of the artists seemed eager to participate in. And for good reason: that shit is whack, you guys. I love you all to death, but it is. When they announced it, I audibly groaned and joked that “they’ll probably do ‘The Weight’.” Well, wouldn’t you know it, they did the goddamn song. My Exit, stage left.
A great night, though, and further proof that there IS a scene. Viva la WEXT.
Sebastien Barre has a slideshow here.
- Que Caro!
- Phantogram! Jesus, guys, let’s kill the MySpace thing and get a real site already!
- Bryan Thomas!