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The weekend, Friday night
Oct. 3rd, 2004 04:27 pmRathskeltair (that's Neil Anderson's current band) is FANTASTIC.
We got to the Half Door around nine. $5 cover, show hadn't started yet. I was feeling pretty good, because I had made an effort to remember what real clothes were supposed to be like; I was wearing the new size 5 Ass Pants, a black sleeveless sweater, purple Converse sneakers, and my really nice earrings, the dangly sea opal and iolite ones. My hair was clean, and I had Sacred Fire hand lotion in it to keep it from frizzing, yay.
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ap_aelfwine was standing right inside the door when we got there, which was also very good. Hadn't seen him in person for a while. Got to be delightfully geeky while waiting for the show to start. Also got outside of a pint of Guinness in short order, 'cause I needed it after a week of twelve hour days.
They opened with a tuneset. Neil started out playing a whistle instead of pipes... I immediately heard it and went "ooooh, I want that whistle, it sounds wonderful." Asked him about it during a set break... turns out it was a Copeland. Like, a $400 whistle. Nope. Not here, not now. I'll stick with my $5 Mark 1 Feadog and save my pennies for a Sindt, which isn't QUITE as bad as a Copeland.
The first tuneset was so good that I decided I'd have to get up and dance for the next one, so, after a couple of songs, when they dd another tuneset, I did. It was a LONG tuneset, and I'd been on my feet twelve and a half hours, but dammit, I wasn't going to let that stop me.
They're doing "Pound A Week Rise" fast again, like Seven Nations did it, not slower the way Neil did it on "Dante's Local." It sounds terrific.
I also spent a lot of time grinning while I was watching their guitar/bass player, Collier. Perhaps if I describe what he was wearing, you will get a good idea of the band's sound. He had a khaki-colored baseball cap with a leather adjusting strap on backwards, little wire rimmed glasses, an overgrown soul patch, a khaki T-shirt that said "Laissez les bons temps roulez" above the Tabasco logo, a kilt in a tartan that reminded me of Macleod but the ground was white or tan instead of bright yellow (bar lighting, couldn't tell exactly), a black heavyweight leather sporran with three leather tassels, Adidas sneakers, and ankle bracelets with bells and cowrie shells for added percussion, because he pogoed up and down for at least half the time. Yes, I thought he was pretty damned cute.
For the third tuneset, and the ones after, I was no longer the only one dancing.
Their other guitar and bass player used to be in Bolshoi, which I am told was a Goth/industrial band. It may well be at his prompting that they did a cover of the Violent Femmes' "Blister in the Sun." Actually a medley, as they did part of "Add It Up" in the middle, too. They pulled this out just as I was getting tired enough to sit down, but there was NO WAY I was sitting down during "Blister in the Sun." Percussion thumps on the table, and everything. It was SO MUCH FUN.
I was starting to hit the wall after that. Had my head down on the table. I WAS listening, really.shadowflyer poked me to wake me up as the final set was ending, and I sorta mumbled, "I'm awake. I'm listening. Fastest I've heard anyone play 'Clumsy Lover' ever in my life. I'm listening." And I was, but I was probably at least half asleep.
I got into bed at around 1:30. Had to be in to work the next morning at 5:30, too.
But it was a great show.
We got to the Half Door around nine. $5 cover, show hadn't started yet. I was feeling pretty good, because I had made an effort to remember what real clothes were supposed to be like; I was wearing the new size 5 Ass Pants, a black sleeveless sweater, purple Converse sneakers, and my really nice earrings, the dangly sea opal and iolite ones. My hair was clean, and I had Sacred Fire hand lotion in it to keep it from frizzing, yay.
ap_aelfwine was standing right inside the door when we got there, which was also very good. Hadn't seen him in person for a while. Got to be delightfully geeky while waiting for the show to start. Also got outside of a pint of Guinness in short order, 'cause I needed it after a week of twelve hour days.They opened with a tuneset. Neil started out playing a whistle instead of pipes... I immediately heard it and went "ooooh, I want that whistle, it sounds wonderful." Asked him about it during a set break... turns out it was a Copeland. Like, a $400 whistle. Nope. Not here, not now. I'll stick with my $5 Mark 1 Feadog and save my pennies for a Sindt, which isn't QUITE as bad as a Copeland.
The first tuneset was so good that I decided I'd have to get up and dance for the next one, so, after a couple of songs, when they dd another tuneset, I did. It was a LONG tuneset, and I'd been on my feet twelve and a half hours, but dammit, I wasn't going to let that stop me.
They're doing "Pound A Week Rise" fast again, like Seven Nations did it, not slower the way Neil did it on "Dante's Local." It sounds terrific.
I also spent a lot of time grinning while I was watching their guitar/bass player, Collier. Perhaps if I describe what he was wearing, you will get a good idea of the band's sound. He had a khaki-colored baseball cap with a leather adjusting strap on backwards, little wire rimmed glasses, an overgrown soul patch, a khaki T-shirt that said "Laissez les bons temps roulez" above the Tabasco logo, a kilt in a tartan that reminded me of Macleod but the ground was white or tan instead of bright yellow (bar lighting, couldn't tell exactly), a black heavyweight leather sporran with three leather tassels, Adidas sneakers, and ankle bracelets with bells and cowrie shells for added percussion, because he pogoed up and down for at least half the time. Yes, I thought he was pretty damned cute.
For the third tuneset, and the ones after, I was no longer the only one dancing.
Their other guitar and bass player used to be in Bolshoi, which I am told was a Goth/industrial band. It may well be at his prompting that they did a cover of the Violent Femmes' "Blister in the Sun." Actually a medley, as they did part of "Add It Up" in the middle, too. They pulled this out just as I was getting tired enough to sit down, but there was NO WAY I was sitting down during "Blister in the Sun." Percussion thumps on the table, and everything. It was SO MUCH FUN.
I was starting to hit the wall after that. Had my head down on the table. I WAS listening, really.
shadowflyer poked me to wake me up as the final set was ending, and I sorta mumbled, "I'm awake. I'm listening. Fastest I've heard anyone play 'Clumsy Lover' ever in my life. I'm listening." And I was, but I was probably at least half asleep.I got into bed at around 1:30. Had to be in to work the next morning at 5:30, too.
But it was a great show.
