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Henry Rollins Spoken Word – 6/8/2010

Friday, June 11th, 2010

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Last night was the third Henry Rollins spoken show I’ve been to at SOHO Restaurant and Music Club in Santa Barbara. It’s always a nice drive out and SB is beautiful. So much so that Henry said that he expects any moment for someone to yell “cut!” everytime he visits.

The show clocked in at a little over three hours and felt like one. I noticed, and Henry pointed out, that he didn’t take one sip of water the entire time. He said that his fear is that he’ll look down to pick up his water and after he takes his drink, everyone will have left.

I met my friend Shyam for dinner at the venue at 6:30. We were both delighted by Henry’s Ronnie James Dio iMix that was played before and after the gig (Rainbow, Sabbath and solo). I was really hoping he’d talk about Dio (he is a big fan), but he didn’t mention him. I cranked Black Sabbath’s Mob Rules album all the way home.

Henry Rollins does a lot of things and travels to many places, on tour and off. It all makes for great storytelling. He discussed racism, homophobia, his gigs with Sons of Anarchy and Rupaul’s Drag Race. This was basically one long story framed around what he’s been up to since Santa Barbara last saw him in November of 2008. Within that, there were many interesting detours and segues. I’d heard a lot of the stories before but kind of like John Coltrane’s live performances, they’re never the same twice.

One highlight for me was an inspiring tale about giving last year’s commencement speech at Sonoma College. Henry is not a college graduate, but I bet he made more of an impact than 99% of commencement ‘speechifiers’.  He took it extremely seriously and was moved by the energy and excitement that the graduates conveyed. You can read his speech here.

And the tour is still going so check for dates here. Whether you’re a fan or not, it’s not a show you should miss.

SXSW 2010

Monday, March 22nd, 2010

My friend BC moved to Austin in December and I decided to plan my first visit during SXSW. I had a small list of bands to see, but was more interested in hanging out with my friend, his fiancé Jenn, and their two rat terriers George and Toby.

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I took the red-eye out of LAX and was treated pretty badly by the security staff. Got the Larry David stare down by the guy who took my ID and boarding pass, then got patted down by the guy supervising the machine you walk through. Lame.

At the Dallas airport, where I had stops both ways, I overheard a pilot talking to some flight attendants about how the security inspectors at LAX play games and make flights late just because they can. The pilot said he kicked one of the guys off who said it would be a 90 minute wait to check the plane and then stood around talking on the phone. I thought that was pretty cool of that pilot. Apparently there were some layoffs at LAX by American Airlines and the staff is taking it out on travelers by making their flights late.

All the TX airport personnel were polite. The guy who checked my ID before the return flight was smiling and rapping as he checked us in. I think you can tell more about a person’s intentions when joking with them than if you stare at them like a serial killer. His technique seemed better all around than that LAX douchebag’s. How can you act anything but suspicious while getting treated like a criminal? I know I matched the intensity of that stare and probably got that extended pat-down because of it.

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The trip was great. BC and Jenn drove me all over. Southern hospitality all the way. Austin was beautiful as I’ve always been told it was. For some reason I didn’t think I’d like it as much as I did. I didn’t feel like I was away from home like I do in most cities. I can definitely see myself living there.

In between beers, coffee stops and long talks about the master plan, we got to see some amazing shows: Cheap Trick, Michael Monroe, The Bluebonnets, Muck and the Mires and The Right Ons. My only regret was missing Jenny Dee and the Deelinquents (their Myspace had the wrong time for their show), but I did get to meet the lovely Jenny Dee and Ed Valauskas (bass) from the band so that was cool. They were both very nice. If you subscribe to The Bull Pit podcast, you heard them on last week’s episode. And if you don’t subscribe, you should! I’ll be playing a lot more of their stuff in the future.

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Cheap Trick did their thing. Rick Neilson’s son sat in on drums as Bun E. Carlos is taking some time off. They didn’t miss a beat. They played a lot of non-hits, quite a few from the new album as well as their first album. They said Alex Chilton wrote their “That 70s Song” and dedicated the songs “Sleep Forever” and “Heaven Tonight” to him. It was a moving tribute. Robin Zander sang his ass off on “Sleep Forever”. I don’t know how he holds those notes! And “Heaven Tonight” is one of my favorite songs. It was a free show at Auditorium Shores. They did not disappoint, their set was long and their encore was three songs. One of the highlights for me was “Gonna Raise Hell” off the Dream Police record. And of course, the songs “Dream Police” and “Surrender” were there, and gave me chills as always. I know it’s supposedly the thing to like bands’ non-hits, but hits are hits for a reason, it’s not just marketing.

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Michael Monroe’s Maggie Mae’s Rooftop gig on Saturday was short but sweet. They played from 1-2AM. The audience went absolutely off-the-hook insane for them. What a kickass way to end SXSW! They tore the place apart, much like the Viper Room show I went to but with good sound. There were sound problems, of the bad cable variety, but I far prefer that to the bullshit I had to deal with at the Viper Room gig (see my review here). It was just under an hour, and was a perfect length. It left us all wanting more, like a good Ramones song does.

Two other standout bands we saw were The Bluebonnets and The Right Ons. Both played at Gingerman earlier on Saturday. We were there hoping to see Jenny Dee and the Deelinquents, but instead saw those bands. The Bluebonnets featured guitarist Kathy Valentine (Go-Go’s bassist) and Clem Burke (Blondie) on drums. It was pretty awesome to see Elvis Ramone from just a few feet away. They are punky, bluesy, a very interesting sound and based in Austin. I think this was Jenn’s favorite moment of the weekend.

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The Right Ons destroyed the place. They are also a band I’ve featured on my podcast and were produced by Ed Valauskas of The Gentlemen and Jenny Dee and the Deelinquents. Audience reaction to their set may have actually rivaled Michael Monroe’s, I gotta say. That singer had them in the palm of his hand. At one point he was on the tables shaking a tambourine as if possessed by the Devil. They’re from Spain but if you see em coming your way, I wouldn’t miss the show. They are a band afire.

This was the first time since March, 2008 that BC and I had time to talk with no agenda happening around us. It was great. Tons of collaborations have come out of those talks when he was in LA and I predict more fun, creative projects coming very soon.

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Right before they took me to the airport, BC opened his proof copy of the New Terminal Hotel DVD. I got a photo of the moment. We put it on his player and it looked amazing. You really want to own this film! He’s outgrown his genre by millennia. I wonder how it feels to have status in an industry then have a total unknown like BC blow you out of the water from out of nowhere.

BC Furtney is a great filmmaker and if you don’t know it yet, you will.

Go here for more SXSW photos. Michael Butler from the Rock and Roll Geek Show has posted video of both Michael Monroe and Cheap Trick live at SXSW that you can download for free on iTunes here.

Michael Monroe @ The Viper Room, 3/12/2010

Saturday, March 13th, 2010

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I was in high school when I first discovered the music of Hanoi Rocks. It was probably their tragic association with Motley Crue that prompted me to check them out, but once I did, I knew they were a superior band to most of what was rock in the ‘80s. They had a new wave thing happening with their rhythm section, a glam look, a tinge of The Rolling Stones in their sound and catchy-as-fuck songs with quirky titles like “Mental Beat” and “Lick Summer Love”. Vince Neil killed their drummer before most of us got a chance to see them live. When I heard that their former lead singer, Michael Monroe, was coming to The Viper Room for his first LA show in 20 years, with Ginger of The Wildhearts on guitar, I bought a ticket the day they went on sale. I think it was $17.

I got there early enough to stand in line for 30 minutes, buy a Corona at the bar and get a decent spot near the front, on which I hoped was Ginger’s side of the stage. I wanted to test out my new camera. I overheard the door guy say the show was sold out. I had no concept of how packed the place got until later.

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Vains of Jenna opened and they were great. Singer/guitarist Lizzy DeVine has a perfect voice for rock n’ roll. They were tight and the only down-side to their set was that they didn’t play their Tom Petty cover. Most of the songs were from the new album, The Art of Telling Lies, which I really like. They played a couple older songs I didn’t know.

The crowd was moving in at this point. I finished my beer and stuck the bottle in my back pocket as there was nowhere else to put it. I should have known better than to even bother getting a beer. It was crowded and I don’t like crowds, but it wasn’t bad as most of the people around me were pretty girls. The murderous thoughts didn’t come until later in the night (a beer bottle in my back pocket didn’t help those thoughts).

I saw a guy make his way from a back room to the stage with guitars, then another with Michael Monroe’s saxophone. Many minutes later I finally saw the band members moving through the crowd. When the curtain came up, I was glad Ginger was on the same side as I had chosen to stand.

They opened up with “Nothin’s Alright” and then “Hammersmith Palais” from the Demolition 23 album. Those were the highlights of the set for me. I had only heard the album a few weeks ago for the first time on Michael Butler’s Rock and Roll Geek Show podcast. I found a copy online and have listened to it a few times since, and those are my two favorite songs on the record.

When Monroe did his first harmonica solo, it was so loud, all I could hear was distortion. No pitches at all. But the distortion was not coming from the PA, it was in my head. Something had burst in my left ear, not sure what, hopefully it wasn’t my eardrum. I suffered through a few more songs and snapped as many photos as I could, then decided to move back to the bar where I thought I’d get some breathing room, and give my ears a break as the PA was only a few feet away from my left ear which at this point was completely shot.

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As I made my way back, I realized how jam-packed the Viper Room was. I had to fight my way back, and as I got to the bar I found there was less room to breathe there than up in front. I found myself in an extremely awkward spot, surrounded by dudes with very bad breath and body odor. I was a few hundred degrees less comfortable than I had been next to the girls up front. But my ears felt a bit better.

The guy behind me was fucking with everyone that passed by, tugging at their hats, pulling their hair, shit like that. He was trying to impress some girl and it seemed to be working. Dumb, 40-something, drunk, rawk dude, leaning against the bar. Everytime he’d flick someone’s hair, he and the girl would laugh hysterically. I felt something a few times, I’m sure he was doing it to me too. It was all I could do to keep from taking that bottle out of my pocket and breaking it over his fucking empty head. I also entertained the idea of holding it against him like a gun and making him think that I’d blow a hole in him if he didn’t chill the fuck out. But I maintained calm and waited for a space to open up against the bar where I could at least lean back and have some breathing room. That didn’t stop a drunk woman from dumping her entire drink on my camera while attempting to say something to me, I have no idea what.

The band played some new songs that I look forward to hearing on the next album. I don’t do well with new songs most of the time. I’ve learned my lesson about judging them on first hearing, so I won’t comment. But they did play some of my favorite Hanoi songs: “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”, “Back to Mystery City”, “Malibu Beach Nightmare” and my third favorite song of the night “Taxi Driver” (which was the encore).

GingerI was curious how Ginger would be onstage playing guitar for someone else’s band. He is one of the greatest living songwriters. Since discovering his music, and that of The Wildhearts, I’ve gotten my hands on almost all of what he’s done over the years and it’s been a life-changing experience. I haven’t heard a more perfect blend of rock n’ roll and pop since Nirvana. I was pleased to see him having a good time, and I had the most fun watching him rock out. I missed his singing and great sense of humor between songs.

I saw Ginger play two solo shows last year at the Viper Room (the second I reviewed here), and I must say, those were far superior to this. I wasn’t feeling all that much last night. The Hanoi tunes sounded ok. The best ones were the Demolition 23 songs. I think it’s partially because of the pain I was in.

At one point I realized that Michael had made his way to the bar and was standing on it, rocking out right behind me. He’s pretty good at walking the tables (I think Ginger called it the “monkey walk” when addressing the audience before the encore. Monroe had done the “monkey walk” off stage, and the band stayed on). I tried to get a shot of him on the bar but there wasn’t enough light and I wasn’t quick enough with the new camera to turn the flash on in time. After the last song, I thought for sure he did a stage dive into the crowd, but I blinked and he was back onstage. Not sure what really happened.

Michael Monroe is a rock veteran and virtuoso front-man. I’m happy he never stopped and that I got a chance to see him do his thing live. I am hoping to catch them again at SXSW next week. His solo albums that I’ve heard are almost as good as Hanoi Rocks. They rock harder but the new wave element is gone, which I kinda miss.

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I especially enjoyed watching the positive onstage vibe between Ginger, Sami Yaffa, Michael and guitarist Todd Youth (I couldn’t really see drummer, Jimmy Clark, but he sounded great). It felt like they are a band who get along, and are having a good time. If the sound situation hadn’t fucked me, maybe I’d have a different feeling about the music. There is loud, and there is abuse. This was the latter. I would go to tomorrow’s show in Redondo, but I have a gig on Wednesday and am already afraid I won’t have my hearing back by then. I’m the last guy to wear earplugs, there is nothing less rock n’ roll than that. But if everyone in the room has earplugs, the sound needs to be louder, and a guy like me ends up deaf. I hope not. I was pretty worried last night as I drove home. My own voice was distorting in my head when I talked. I’ve never had that happen before.

I uploaded all the photos I took here if you’re interested. Here are the Vains of Jenna pics.

UPDATE: I am listening to Michael Butler’s review of the San Fransicso show and he says that Todd Youth is already out of the band, replaced by Steve Conte of the NY Dolls (Sami Yaffa was also in the NY Dolls, as well as Hanoi Rocks). Also, drummer Jimmy Clark has too been replaced already, by the drummer of The Chelsea Smiles… To hear Michael’s review and a re-play of an interview he did with Michael Monroe back in 2007, check out Rock and Roll Geek Show #393. Thanks Butler for setting me straight!

Ace Frehley @ The Viper Room 9/12/09

Sunday, September 13th, 2009

ace 3If I could rewind my life back to 1978, the year the first Ace Frehley solo album came out, and tell myself that not only would I someday know what Ace looks like without makeup (part of the allure of KISS in the ‘70s was that none of the fans knew what they looked like, it was a heavily guarded secret), but that I’d be able to see him rock out at a small club in Hollywood, less than 20 feet away, I’d probably have given myself a heart attack.

There is some sort of spell that Ace and his band-mates put on all of us children of the ‘70s. We were ruined forever by it. If the music had been bad, we’d just have fond memories of them, but the music was good! When Gene Simmons says “break out your wallets KISS fans”, we follow. From KISS cologne to the box we’re buried in, KISS fans can buy it all with KISS credit cards!

Kiss_alive_album_coverMy first childhood memory of KISS is from Gemco in Riverside, CA. They had a small record department. I used to browse the records while my mom shopped. I remember seeing the Alive album and just staring at it in amazement wondering if they were men or women. Especially Gene, he had that weird pose. It stuck in my head forever. I didn’t buy the record, I didn’t have enough money and my parents wouldn’t have allowed me anywhere near it. But when I look at that cover I’m right back there in that store.

Soon after, we moved to a new house in Menifee Valley, just northwest of Temecula, CA, about 90 minutes southeast of Los Angeles. Now it’s heavily populated, but back then it was about as country as you could get. We lived a mile away from my school, at the top of this hill overlooking the valley. I used to ride my bike to school. It was awesome in the morning, all downhill, I’d get there in five minutes. After school was a different story. It was too steep to ride all the way back, and a long walk up the hill.

Two houses down from us lived a kid named Rick. I remember meeting him for the first time after school one afternoon. He didn’t go to my school, but was riding his bike that day and we rode/walked up the hill together. He asked me, “Do you like KISS?” Those words changed my life forever. I instantly remembered that Alive album I had seen at Gemco. I said “No, but I want to hear them!” He said “I have all their albums, you should come over”. I didn’t go over that day, but I went home and told my little brother, “there’s this kid Rick who lives down the hill who has KISS albums!”

Probably the next day or so I went over and was turned onto not only KISS, but tons of other hard rock bands of the day that I still love, like Aerosmith, Zeppelin, Bad Company, etc. But KISS stood out as the best of them all. The spell was cast. I remember the opening chords of “Love Gun” most. That guitar sound. I had to learn how to get that sound! And Ace’s solos were a huge part of it too. Even though I never actually sat down and learned them note-for-note, I can play along with Ace’s solos now (they are so melodic, and simple). That’s how brilliant they were.

My father learned about KISS from my mom. We were driving in the car and she told him that I was into this band that wore white makeup on their faces. He was disgusted. “Oh God!” he said. It must be how dads react to their kids getting into hip hop now. He used to tell me “you won’t like this music when you grow up.” But he was so wrong. I like it even more now than I did then.

I remember being Paul, and Rick was Ace, for Halloween that year. My mom did our makeup perfectly. I wish I had pictures of that.

When it was announced that the band was coming out with solo albums, it seemed almost too good to be true that we’d get an album of all Ace songs. We were so excited. I remember Rick and I calling the LA radio stations KLOS and KMET to request the song “Speedin’ Back to My Baby” because we thought maybe they would have the album before it came out. We probably got the song title from Creem magazine. I called KLOS first and asked “can you play Ace Frehley’s “Speedin Back to My Baby?” They said “we’ll try to get it on.” Rick thought that was so hilarious, he called KMET and after asking them, said “WILL YOU TRY TO GET IT ON?” We laughed our asses off; it was pretty funny at the time.

Of course they never played it. KISS was blacklisted on FM radio. The DJs had the freedom to play whatever they wanted but I guess KISS was so hated by the snobby hippy FM radio establishment (like the Ramones, Pistols, Dolls, Stooges, etc. were), that they got no airplay. Oh well, it didn’t stop them.

And Ace’s album didn’t disappoint. It was by far the best one, and its sales prove it. KISS had some great songs. Paul and Gene sang most of them, but that guitar sound was Ace. Those solos were the icing on the cake. Masterpieces, all. Never have they, nor will they ever, find a replacement guitarist who comes close. And Ace’s songs always were our favorites, whether he sang them or not (“Shock Me”, “Rocket Ride”, “Parasite”).

Phantom_of_the_ParkWhen KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park was originally broadcast on NBC, Rick and I stayed up to watch it at his house. He got sick the next day and his grandmother told him that it was because of the KISS movie we watched the night before. He decided that she was right, that KISS was satanic, and he gave me all his KISS albums. I still have them now.

 

So now, onto the show…

 

I don’t know any Ace fans so I only bought one ticket. I was warned to get there early because the Sunset Strip Music Festival was going on. I know of a secret parking space up in a residential neighborhood above the strip. It was open so I was happy about that. Ozzy Osbourne was playing the outdoor stage of the festival by the Rainbow Bar & Grill, and as I was walking down the hill I could hear him singing the song “I Don’t Know”. I couldn’t see the stage but stood on the corner of Sunset and Doheny and listened to “Suicide Solution”, “Bark at the Moon” and a bit of “War Pigs” before I decided to make my way around to the Viper Room. It was a long walk around and pretty cool hearing Tony Iommi’s massive riffs reverberating in the distance throughout Hollywood. I didn’t have a ticket to the festival, just Ace. Ozzy sounded as good as he ever did.

There was a long line already by the time I got to the Viper Room. The show was sold out. I stood in line for over an hour, and then once inside for another hour before comedian George Lopez introduced Ace. His first song was “Parasite” a track Ace wrote from KISS’s Hotter Than Hell album. Ace sang the song tonight but Paul and Gene shared lead vocals on the original.

The second song was “Deuce”, another old KISS classic from the first album, written and originally sung by Gene.  He didn’t sing much on tonight’s performance. The band seemed to all be singing on it together. After “Deuce” Ace quoted the song, “You know your man’s been workin hard!” Then addressed the crowd, “How’s everybody doin? Fuckin LA! Sunset strip!” Then he announced the next song, “Outer Space”, the first single on his new album, Anomaly, which comes out Tuesday. The song sounded much better live than I thought it would. It was the highlight of the new stuff that he played.

Next up was “Snowblind”: “Here’s a song from the ’78 album, I don’t do it anymore but it’s about cocaine.” They rocked this one perfectly and Ace played his solo note-for-note as it is on the album, which was one of the night’s highlights.

“Sister” was next, from Anomaly, followed by “Getaway”, another KISS/Ace song, originally sung by drummer Peter Criss on the Dressed to Kill album. Keeping with the singing drummer theme, Ace’s drummer sang the song. He is a good singer, although he sounds a bit schooled for rock n’ roll. Kinda generic for my taste. 

Then came a song Ace said that he “wrote while he was in Japan”: “Speedin’ Back to My Baby”. Every time I hear the song I think about that day Rick and I called the radio stations to request it. The song ended with him and his rhythm guitarist playing the main lead riff from the intro in unison. It sounded really good.

At this point in the show Ace said “I was looking on the internet and saw that KISS introduced their new costumes. Tommy Thayer’s costume has lightning bolts going up and down the sides of his legs, I wonder where he got that idea! How about you guys do something original? What are you trying to do, SHOCK ME?” Then the band launched into Ace’s classic KISS song “Shock Me.” This was the first song Ace ever sang with KISS. Legend has it that his first live performance of the song is on the Alive II album, which marked his first ever live vocal performance. His solo on this one was amazing, note-for-note (Buckcherry’s “Lit Up” riff is lifted almost directly from this song).

Toward the end of the song, the band left the stage so Ace could do his solo that he does after “Shock Me” on Alive II. It wasn’t as good as Alive II’s solo, but he did the smoking guitar thing at the end where he starts a slow Chuck Berry pentatonic riff and speeds it up and up and up until the band comes back in. At this point they launched into the instrumental riff from the end of “She” of Alive fame (originally on Dressed to Kill). It was a great way to end the song. Ace walked up to the mic after the song and said “still smokin’!”

At this point Ace started the intro riff to “Rocket Ride” which was my favorite song of the night. The only thing that sucked about it was that Ace walked over to his Marshall and turned his guitar up so loud it drowned out the rest of the band. He was much too loud for the remainder of the show. It kinda ruined it for me actually. I could hardly even hear the drums and vocals. The guitar tech should have turned him down.

Then the curtains abruptly closed with no “thank you, good night” or anything. How rock and roll is that? I thought maybe it was intermission because the show went by so fast. As the curtains re-opened, I thought I heard a snippet of a drum backing track for ”New York Groove” (Ace’s single from the first solo album), but they didn’t play the song. The first encore was my least favorite song of the night, an instrumental from Anomaly called “Space Bear.” The title refers to the famous KISS/Tom Snyder interview from the Tomorrow Show on Halloween, 1979 where Ace puts pieces of his costume on Tom’s stuffed teddy bear. When Tom asks Ace “What are you doing?”, Ace replies “I’m trying to make him a Space Bear!”

The surprise of the night for me, “Love Gun”, was next. Originally sung by Paul Stanley, tonight the drummer handled the vocals. It was great up until Ace changed the solo. “Love Gun” is my favorite Ace guitar solo of all time, so that bummed me out. It was still good because he did a lot of it verbatim, but the middle section was improvised. Ace’s recorded KISS solos are perfect works of art. When he changes them they pale in comparison. Ace gave Paul some props after the song by saying “Paul wrote some good songs didn’t he?”

Ace said at this point that it was getting late and everyone was tired. I was hoping he was just kidding, but it ended up being the last song. He introduced his “friend Slash” who came up to play rhythm guitar for “Cold Gin” (an Ace song that Gene sang on the first KISS album). I thought it was funny that Slash didn’t play a note of lead guitar that I could tell (go here to see the performance for yourself). They finished the song by going into the final solo and instrumental section of “Black Diamond” (with more smoking Ace guitar) which was a great way to end the show. Again, no “thank you, good night”, the curtains just closed.

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All in all, Ace still has it. I would have liked to have heard him do his new version of “Fox On The Run”, (the Sweet cover and 2nd single from Anomaly),  “2000 Man” (a Stones cover that Ace sings on the KISS Dynasty album), “Rip It Out” from the 1978 solo album and maybe even “Rock Soldiers” would have been cool.

I saw KISS in 2000 during their Reunion Tour. I was far enough away that it felt like seeing KISS in 1977. I’m glad I got to see Ace do his thing so close-up tonight, but the quintessential Ace Frehley experience for me was that 2000 show. Just as KISS will never be KISS without Ace, Ace will never truly be Ace without KISS. It was as good as it could have been, the band rocked and Ace nailed his parts and vocals. But no band will ever have the magic that KISS had live. Never. Not even KISS.

If you sign up for my email list at www.johndissed.com, I’ll send you a URL and password for my Secret Covers page where I have 26 acoustic covers available for free download, including a version of KISS’s “C’mon and Love Me” from their Dressed to Kill album.

Ginger @ The Viper Room 8/26

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

gingerLast night I learned an important lesson about programming a set list: Familiarity breeds contempt in many areas, but not in the live music department. I don’t think I will back off from this point of view ever again, no matter what pressure I get from future band members. New songs are good to introduce to keep things fresh from a band’s perspective, but they do next-to-nothing for an audience when compared to songs they know and love.

I saw Ginger play on July 16th at the Viper Room. His band was the same as last night: Billy Morrison (guitar), Michael Butler (bass), Scott Lipps and a guy named Beans traded off playing drums. I was new to the music of Ginger/The Wildhearts. The show was good, and I blogged about it from the standpoint of not knowing the songs, which wasn’t very informative (probably because I didn’t feel very much about it one way or the other). Most bands can play, that doesn’t mean much to me, really, unless the songs are strong.

A couple weeks after that gig, Michael announced on his Rock and Roll Geek Show podcast that he’d be playing bass for a follow-up August 26th Viper Room Ginger performance. I decided to familiarize myself with the set list (Butler announced the songs) so I could post a more appropriate review this time around. I had a feeling that there was something special about this music. Ginger is one of Michael’s favorite songwriters and as an avid listener of his various podcasts, I had confidence in Butler’s taste.

I typed out the list of songs, bought all the ones I could find on iTunes and got a little help on the albums that seem to be out of print. Then I programmed a playlist in the order of the July 16th set (I got the order of the songs from a TwitPic Michael posted of the set list). I tagged three additional songs Michael mentioned were being added to the end (“Nita Nitro”, “Suckerpunch” and an 8’ 14” hook-laden masterpiece called “Schizophonic”). I dragged the playlist to my iPod and played it loud every day, on repeat, during my hour commute to work and back for three weeks.

My feeling now about Ginger’s songs is that like all the best music, they’re not as much like crack cocaine (not that I have ever smoked crack, mind you), as nicotine. At first you don’t feel the need to have it, but after a few repeat visits, you just can’t stop. It is amazing how once a song becomes part of us, our entire perspective changes. I’ll never understand how people can evaluate songs upon first listen, because the songs that grow the most seem often to be the ones we don’t like so much at first.

That’s one reason why I think songwriting contests are such bullshit. Judges don’t have time to truly evaluate the entries (songwriters take heed; don’t throw your money away on songwriting contests! The winners are likely picked in advance or are fucking someone in charge anyway).

The exhilarating experience of internalizing this music wasn’t like anything I’ve experienced very many times in my adult life. In the ‘00s, only Velvet Revolver’s Contraband and John Frusciante’s Shadows Collide with People albums have had this kind of impact on me. You know the kind of thing where you repeat a record over and over for weeks and weeks and only like it more as a result. It becomes your soundtrack, you can’t wait to get back to the car to put it on, and you’ll take extra trips around the block to finish a song. At least I do that…

I couldn’t wait to hear these songs again live with my newfound perspective. I was excited about the show and tried to get friends to come with me to share the experience (if I had Wildhearts fans for friends I’d surely have been made a fan years ago). I got no takers and in true Rock and Roll Geek fashion, I went to the show alone.

The ‘80s Sunset Strip staple, San Francisco’s Jetboy (who Michael Butler regularly plays bass for) opened. They are a great live band. Song-wise, I thought the first and last songs were their best. Everyone did their job on the stage. Lead singer Mickey Finn’s mohawk stood up straight, they rocked out like they meant it and hit all their marks. It was a tiring set for me, but you know, I am not familiar with the songs. Someone behind me commented that they wished they could fastforward their set (I laughed because this is something Michael always says about his podcast “You can always fastforward my friends”).

Waiting for Ginger to come on seemed like forever. I don’t do well standing for hours, and was starting to wish I could just sit down somewhere.

But when that curtain opened I was glad I hung in there. From the opening chords of “I Wanna Go Where the People Go”, I was energized like I haven’t been since the original Rollins Band 2006 reunion show (which I usually cite as my favorite concert experience of all time). I could have easily stood up for the entire Wildhearts and Ginger solo catalogues. That’s the power of live music, man. It’s healing like nothing else in the world. I clapped along, sang along (which I almost never do at shows) and must admit that a few tears were shed.

The guitars were crisp and loud, the mix was perfect. This did not feel like a hired gun situation at all. As far as I’m concerned, these guys should be The Wildhearts.

There was a small group of Wildhearts fanatics next to me. When Ginger announced “Nita Nitro”, a song he never thought he’d play again because he thought it was “absolute rubbish”, they flipped out in a way that rivaled the front-row Springsteen fans at the Jersey, Meadowlands show I attended in May.

That’s when it hit me. This guy is a hard rock Springsteen. He’s that good. He should be headlining stadiums. I know he’s much closer to that in Europe, but here in America, I couldn’t even give away a ticket to see him in a club. This illustrates how clueless and mediocre the bean-counter major labels are. I’m not saying this from the perspective that Ginger deserves to be a rock star. The more important point is that the world would be a better place if he were. These songs would heal as many wounded souls and broken hearts as The Boss if given half the chance.

Standout tracks for me were “My Baby is a Headfuck”, “29 x The Pain”, “Loveshit” (featuring a heartwarming performance by Ginger’s childhood hero, Michael Lee Smith of the band Starz on lead vocals) , “Vanilla Radio” and the country-tinged ballad “This is Only a Problem” (Ginger said he’d never played “Schizophonic” live before and it may have been the best song of the night, as well as a rock history moment to remember).

They did not play my favorite song, “Sick of Drugs”, which really bummed me out, but you know, they had to make room in the set for “Rebel Yell” with Steve Stevens guesting on lead guitar. It’s a good song. A hit. I saw Billy Idol a few years ago and I fuckin’ rocked out hard to “Rebel Yell”, but it was the worst song of the night compared to Ginger’s. The audience, however, went wild (which further substantiates my point about the live music experience being exponentially better when you know the songs). I think many in the crowd didn’t know too much of Ginger’s music, at least compared to the classic “Rebel Yell”. They should have been supplied with a copy of my playlist…

I think I’d have had another opinion of “Rebel Yell” if they’d have played it at the July show alongside the set of songs I wasn’t yet in love with. Familiarity breeds fans when it comes to live shows. Play your hits, people! Give the people what they want! We can’t help it, don’t be offended, it’s only biology!

(check out video of the gig here)