Columbus Day weekend proved rather crazy - trekked from Amherst to Pittsfield to NYC to Pittsfield to Brookline and back to Amherst and here's what happened:
Roseland Ballroom Frida
y night was straight packed. Love Is All opened for Of Montreal but, honestly, Love Is All didn't amount to much in the face of Kevin Barnes flashing mucho skin. The theatrics were nuts, the costumes were sexy, the colors were plenty. They rolled through much of Skeletal Lamping, pausing only for various others including a "Smells Like Teen Spirit" cover to start the encore. A sea of the beautiful people belting out some Cobain gospel? Perfect. Highlights of the stage show include and were not limited to Barnes appearing on a white horse (pictured), goofy temple monsters bumbling around, Barnes' lynching of himself, a whipped/shaving cream lathered Barnes re-appearing in a flowery casket and throwing himself into the front rows, fannypacks, tigers, faceless ghouls, and about two dozen costume changes.
After seeing my mother in Pittsfield, Mass, I headed east. Sunday was a whirlwind, waltzing into the Museum of Fine Arts and the Aquarium completely gratuit, seeing all there was to see. I also noticed some fly stencils around Boston incl. George + John up there, some still-in-bloom gardens, North End espresso, endless NBA2K9 ads, and some great Ethiopian after dark.
Then Fucked Up and Vivian Girls played Great Scott (cheap tall PBRs). Half gazing towards their shoes, half pouting into the microphone, Vivian Girls (Kickball Katy, Cassie Ramone, Frankie Rose) sounded great (but not as good as the new In The Red pressing of their ST record which I.. found) but were quite tame preceding Fucked Up's thrashing blitz. They're outa Toronto and they rock. When their opening note hit the violent in the crowd began pummeling, vaulting off the stage onto each other, and otherwise enjoying themselves. I could distinguish few songs, but they did play "Son the Father," the first song on their new record The Chemistry of Common Life, which was
killer. The mostly shirtless barker/screamer/g
rowler Pink Eyes shoved the mic into the crowd, confident that someone would yell the words, or at least yell words. He rushed the crowd once as well, getting in on the pit which surely produced a number of bruises and probably blood (see above photo of flying youth). Pink Eyes bantered about Moxie Cola (thumbs down), pizza (thumbs up), and Canadians (thumbs down) before wrapping the hour-ish long set with a "Blitzkrieg Bop" cover. In a surprising turn of events I found my knocked-off hat after the show, and proceeded to wonder how they're actually going to play a 12-straight-hour set somewhere in the NYC area this week.Currently:
Otis Redding
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