Sunday, October 28, 2007

I Tired to Look Back As You Diminished In Size

So, a few weekends ago I had the treat of seeing Jamie Block perform at Iota.

There was a time when this was a semi-regular treat for me. I believe that for a few years I caught Block at Iota about every three months, with intermittent gigs at the Velvet Lounge and even once (on a weekend!!) at the 9:30 Club. He came through town a lot, and I tried to be wherever he was performing.

It's a long story how it is that I came upon Jamie's music, but the short form involves my younger brother being a DJ at a college radio station that received a promo copy of Jamie's independently-released first release. What followed was a gig at said college campus, and a madcap and utterly out of control mini-tour of the Tidewater region with my little brother and his roommate.

Its a long story and no one remembers many of the details, but suffice it to say, it was bad-ass.

Anyway, last month's show was a great time, even if it wasn't Block's best (or best attended) show. The crowd sucked, the other bands were lousy and Jamie has probably lost a little vocal range over the years since he semi-retired.

In fact, as I stood there taking it all in, it struck me that it had been at least six years (probably more) since Block's last run through the D.C. area. And while Ian lays out the reasons much better than I ever could, I have to admit that whatever the circumstances, I really missed being able to go see him every so often.

Jamie seemed by all accounts to be on the way up back in the late 90's -- he had the label backing and the motivation to tour just about non-stop, he was getting excellent press and decent radio play, he had songs on two or three movie soundtracks, and I even heard him on the jukebox in a bar in Colorado at one point.

In fact, in that point of time that I always seem to be reminiscing about, there were *so many* up and coming singer-songwriters that I used to see every time they came through D.C. And I totally, honestly believed that each of them was utterly brilliant and destined to become a superstar.

There was Block's smart, angry and drunken (but totally charming) anti-folk.

There was the heartbreakingly beautiful performances by Emm Gryner at the by-now-long- defunct Metro Cafe. (During an extremely rare moment of self awareness for that period of time, I vividly remember chatting with Emm after one of her Metro sets, talking her ear off, completely spellbound and believing that she was the single most beautiful creature I'd ever spoken to. By the grace of God, I finally realized that I desperately NEEDED to stop talking before I creeped her out any further, and before she forever crossed Washington, D.C. off of all future tour dates).

Then, there was the jaw-dropping performance of Hamell of Trial I caught one Tuesday night at the Velvet, where I wondered how anyone could ever conjure such intensity, venom and fucking hilarity with nothing more than an acoustic guitar and the tongue of a damned genius.

There were others, of course, but those three definitely stick out in my head. But sadly, none of the bands or artists I loved and felt close to from that period of time really got to that level of recognition that I felt that they deserved. I think they all ended up doing ok for themselves (Hammel toured with Ani DiFranco, Emm toured with Bowie, and Block has an amazing career as a financial analyst or something), but I do have to admit in an embarrassed kind of way that I'd always wanted to be able to tell someone that I'd used to see any of the three of them "in a small club before they made it big."

These days I don't really go out anywhere near as much as I used to, and I'm not as in touch with what's happening in music as I should be...and I have to admit that I'm also a hell of a lot more guarded about giving away my enthusiasm. (There has to be a good reason for this last item, but I'll be damned if I can come up with one). Anyway, maybe that's why I don't really have any favorite upcoming bands these days, and maybe that's why I'm not cheering for any struggling artists to "make it" the way I used to. Maybe, as an utterly failed artist and musician, I've finally learned that the entire notion of "making it" is totally fucking warped.

Still, a lot of this seems to have more to do with me and my issues than it does with the state of music and art today. I have to constantly remind myself that there always are and always will be young, exciting artists that one should support, and that life's more fun when you're a fan of something...

Man, I really gotta start going out again...HOLY FUCK. Hamell is playing Jammin Java in two weeks! I literally just saw this as I was finishing this entry....Damn, I'm glad I decided to link to his site....

(So, Emm, I guess that means you're last. Please come on back and see us if you can).

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Thngs that suck in D.C. at 3:08 AM on a Wednesday

There's a fucking mouse in this apartment. Or one is tying to get in. Fucking hell. Woke my ass up.

Hope its just a mouse.

Goddamn, apparently I'm really hungry at 3:08....

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

More Stuff that Ruled in D.C. This Week

Pizza at Comet -- My friends and I have a number of theories as to how this pizza place in the furthest reaches of upper northwest became a hipster hangout for the fine-artist-musician crowd, but it doesn't make it any less weird to me. I guess I got myself so surrounded by the worthless glam-and-coke-fuckers in the Red Room and at the Hotel that I forgot that some cool people do, in fact, go north of Adams Morgan.

"Wisconsin Death Trip" at the National Gallery of Art -- Can something dark and tragic also be hysterical? It appears so!

Meeting Nikki Sixx last night -- Listen, you don't have to tell me that waiting in line for two hours for a washed up rock star to sign his crappy book for me was kind of uncool. I know it's kind of uncool. But this was Nikki Sixx, and as washed up rock stars go, he's really fucking high on the list. Way higher than Elton John, higher than Rod Stewart, higher than Gene Simmons, higher than Lars Ulrich (nice mullet, dude). Maybe about tied with David Lee Roth and Ronnie James Dio. Not quite at the level of Ozzy or Ronnie Wood.

But you know what IS totally fucking cool? Giving your little brother a book signed by his favorite rock star from 1990. And even cooler? When the rock star in question says to you...."It's for his birthday? Jeez, man, give it back so I can sign it 'Happy Birthday, Kevin.'"

And THAT was the moment that stuff ruled in D.C. this week.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Things That Rules in D.C. This Week

The Klaxons at the 9:30 Club -- Apparently the Klaxons have a sizably larger following Washington than I'd realized.

And if my insights are correct, the Klaxons have a larger following in Washington than THEY realized as well. With the possible exception of David Lee Roth's totally and completely insincere welcome to the crowd at Merriweather Post Pavilion back during his laughable "Lil Ain't Enough Tour" of the summer of '91 ("In 15 years of rockin' and rollin' all over the world, I have NEVER seen a crowd this craaaaazy!!"), I have never seen a band express more gratitude to a D.C. crowd than the Klaxons did last night.

Maybe they're just showbizzy and know how to play to a crowd to make them feel special. Maybe they were doing some kind of punk rock send up by flattering D.C., with it's reputation for giving touring bands such a predictably skeptical and lukewarm reception. But these guys seemed legitimately grateful. Nice.

The All Roads Film Festival at National Geographic -- Wait, no. I meant to write, "attending a lecture featuring an appearance by Super Barrio at the All Roads Film Festival at National Geographic." Mexican wrestler/activists make Fugazi look like such a bunch of goddamned pussies.

Veritas Wine Bar -- Just because D.C. needs more of this sort of thing. And I like wine.