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January 9, 2014
I think this is the earliest Goldenvoice has released the lineup. My first reaction was… serious disappointment. There aren’t many must-see bands for me. The headliners and sub-headliners are either out of my zone or big bands I’ve seen before, usually at, um, Coachella. Last year’s lineup was so strong, perhaps my expectations were unfair.
But after doing a deep-dig, there is plenty to like here. One of the best things about going to Coachella every year is it guides the way to learning about great artists from the past I missed out on or (more likely) foolishly overlooked and dismissed. I got my work cut out for me this year.
The best laid plans of Mouse and men are oft laid to waste by scheduling conflicts, but in the meantime, bellow are my thoughts on what catches my eye.
August 19, 2013
This past weekend at Echo Park Rising was the (For Real This Time!) “Last Henry Clay People Show”. Andy got into AFI, Joey got into Harvard grad school (!), the remaining HCP alumni have families or other bands… you know how it goes.
April 26, 2013
This was one of the stronger Coachellas I can remember. All sensory experiences for me become more muted as I get older, so it comes down to Happy Moments vs. Annoyed Moments. I was seldom annoyed compared to past years.
April 15, 2013
When I returned to camp around 10:30pm, the Coachuggalos were nowhere to be seen, their camp site tossed to bits by gale force winds. They had turned out to be kind, considerate guys. I’d have liked to say goodbye. What became of them? The sands and the winds aren’t telling.
By the middle of the day Sunday, I was ready to go home. Most years I leave the festival early, around 4:30p or 5:00p, but I had to cover Wu-Tang Clan’s late set. All the bands before 6:00pm were disappointing except for Kurt Vile, who made for a lovely nap in the sun.
April 14, 2013
The sixer of Coachuggalos brought back to camp late last night a harem of sorority girls. I wonder how that went for them. I put in my earplugs and passed out after a phenomenal festival day.
April 13, 2013
The sixer of Coachuggalos in my campsite have settled in to a consistent mellow. Very good.
You can’t overstate how much EDM has taken over the music landscape. Nobody is talking about the bands, and almost every rock act I saw yesterday at least mildly disappointed. It was a tough day to make the case for rock tradition’s lasting importance.
April 9, 2013
This post is three months late, but I wrote most of it back in December. I just never got around to finishing. For the twenty of you still reading… may it be said I always follow through. (Eventually.)
I just didn’t catalogue my consumption this year. There were but 21 measly posts on CGT in 2012.
What new music did I listen to? I’m not sure. That probably says more about me than new music. I know Morrissey, The Cure, Oingo Boingo, Madness, Against Me!, The Buzzcocks, GBV, R.E.M., The Vaccines, Yuck, and Refused got a lot of play off my ‘pod this year. I wasn’t interested in new music for whatever reason. I listened to a lot of podcasts, though.
I probably went out to see local music five times, and four of those (at least) were The Henry Clay People. I didn’t even bother to see touring bands outside that Thing Out In the Desert that I love to go to every year.
I thought it was a pretty great year for movies, a terrific mix of good dramas (Lincoln, The Master) and nerd fare (The Avengers, Skyfall).
The big news in 2012 for me was that I got engaged and married. What the what? This blog used to be a chronicle a young, drunken single man’s late night exploits through the dark and twisted corridors of underground indie rock. If I still blogged about my nightly exploits, it would involve a lot of Seinfeld rerun recaps.
April 9, 2013
The Henry Clay People (and friends) played a show at Seafood World in Westminster, Orange County because I was getting married that day and I asked them to play at the reception. They said yes. It turned out to be their third-to-last show ever. (So far.)
December 11, 2012
I spent the past two Monday nights at The Satellite for The Henry Clay People residency. They have one more free show this Monday, December 17th and the New Years Eve show, and then… well, this email was sent from the band to their list last month:
“This residency marks the end of an era for the HCP. We will be taking some time off after these shows to regroup, reevaluate, and catch up on some much needed sleep. We want to thank everyone who has helped us out over the past ten years: all the bands, all the folks at the shows, all the people who have shared their floor space. You are all Henry Clay People. We feel extremely lucky that we got to turn our little rock and roll hobby into a full-time thing. It was a complete accident but a very happy accident and we remain eternally grateful for the adventure.”
September 27, 2012
Hello, blog. I am sorry it has been almost five months. Truly.
Some things in life are precious. You should enjoy every sandwich. Dance like no one is laughing. You know.
Tonight I saw The Henry Clay People in Cincinnati. It is the eighth state, ninth city, and somewhere between 16h – 20th venue I’ve seen them play. It is something like my 35th or 45th show. I dunno anymore.
That’s really weird. It’s not normal. Most people don’t see any bands in that many places, let alone that many shows. Like, people don’t do that. But The Henry Clay People are probably my all-time favorite band, if I’m being honest with myself.
Seeing friendly faces in far-off lands kinda makes me want to cry sometimes.
It’s always fun to see The Henry Clay People destroy a crowd of 350 at The Satellite (no, Spaceland), in LA, where friends and familiars are in abundance. But it’s really special to see them kill it for 40 real-deal Cincinnati folks. Precious memories. All-time top five HCP show. Out of 35 or 45. In nine cities. 15 or so venues. I don’t know anymore. But it was that good.
This ain’t a scene… they say rock n’ roll lost its teeth… all the bands we ever loved are selling out and breaking up… but tramps like us, baby, we were born to run. We don’t read fine print…
…because we don’t believe in it.
(rock n’ roll will never die)
<3 u LA