Last Years Girl

By admin | Published: January 2, 2010

Travel(ing) reminds me of jumping upstream into a river whose current pulls faster than one can swim. And sometimes things move so fast we don’t catch the minor details or the descriptive adjective that allows a sentence life. I’ve been tra-la-laing around my home for over a week now, as well as reaquainting myself with work after my trip to Cincy. I was vexing my memory and checking off my to-do list when my website found a missing link. In my observances when a missing link is found the first thing one has to do is excavate.

While at Murder By Death in Cincy I met a girl from Glasgow, Scotland and when I told her about the Sunday Idiom she informed me she too “blogged”. She sent me a text with the web address and sadly my phone never recieved the text. She tagged me in her blog and the missing link was found and now its my turn to tag her. She didn’t LOVE Murder By Death and I hope she doesn’t give up on them because the Cincy show wasn’t the “Murder By Death” I jabbered on so long about. However she does love Idlewild. She writes like an artist or a zealous blogger that I actually enjoy reading. Check out her blog Last Years Girl because she too is one of few that got the blogging thing right. And maybe with time we can learn from each other .

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The Cult at the Fillmore

By admin | Published: January 2, 2010

I won tickets to The Cult at the Fillmore at Eat This City’s blog post.

The Cult live at the Fillmore began with middle aged men bitching about the “time” doors open, while their women stood outside in the cold without a single complaint. This was the historical moment when I realized Jasper was right; there were MILF’s at The Cult and they would probably leave their husbands just to meet the band. Me and my Father had front row balcony seats and spent the majority of the time talking about the return of guitarist James Williamson to The Stooges and why it would probably be a good idea to see them when they tour. After a couple of beers, my father and I looked over the balcony and began laughing uncontrollably, “This is the most bald heads I’ve ever seen at a concert.” And of course the guy sitting next to us started laughing too; it was true that there were more bald heads at The Cult than MILF’s and I’ve got pictures to prove it.

Seeing the Cult live this late in their career has an importance that others may scoff at and that’s probably because they really don’t know why or what makes music so important. My father had my sister and I when the Cult first toured; He missed the band repeatedly because of kids and seeing The Cult perform their first album “Love” in its entirety filled that void for him. When we got these tickets to the Cult from Eat This City we were thrilled and it didn’t cross our minds that the band was way past their prime. I was excited that I finally get to see the band that’s meant so much to my Father and I over the years. The concert was also the day after my Father’s birthday and his excitement was barely discernible. I knew he was excited because he was humming Cult songs the next few days.

I grew up listening to the Cult with my Father, just as I grew up listening to The Stooges, MC5 and others. Music is about the experience, the memories and its ability to make movements physical and non-physical. The Cult played fucking loud for about two hours. No- they didn’t jump around, but they projected wonderful movies that reeked of 80’s music video nostalgia, as well as videos about revolution and Native American Culture. Yeah, the crowd was lame, and yeah, the music wasn’t as tight as I may have wanted, but what I will always remember is that I saw the Cult with my dad.

And when I play the Cult for my kids- and when I am half-balding- and when my wife’s a MILF who others may want but can’t have- I will always remember that ¾’s of the concerts I’ve gone to are with my dad , and that for the rest of my life all of the concerts I will go to will be with my wife and kids. So fuck the haters who can’t fully realize that even the Backstreet Boys matter to some people and that there is nothing you can say or do to make them feel any different.

Photos will be uploaded later and many thanks to Jasper from Eat This City for the Tickets. And please pardon my grammar and punctuation from hell.

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Jehovah Witness Protection Program

By admin | Published: January 2, 2010

Jehovah’s Witness Protection Program “Knockin’”

The first impression I got from JWPP was, “Hell Yes” someone with the musical delivery system reminiscent of the 90’s. There is a rhythmic driving force behind JWPP that I really love and vocals that have an appeal hard for me to articulate. This two piece band is a power house whose wall of noise is meant for large speakers or live performance. Most rock and roll enthusiasts will applaud that JWPP understand what’s been missing all these years. Dark, growing and lurking somewhere on the streets JWPP’s “Knockin’” is a solid EP that reminds me of bands like Helmet and The Toadies before they got too old to deliver.

You can see them live at these dates:

November 7th at the Elbow Room with Amino Acids
November 28th at Small’s Bar
December 26th at the Majestic Cafe

Visit Loco Gnosis Records

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Halloween at the Crofoot

By admin | Published: January 2, 2010

The Crofoot’s second annual Halloween Party exceeded my expectations exponentially. I danced and danced. Imagine for a moment a 315lb man dancing to Weezer, Rage Against the Machine and the Talking Heads with a pink shirt, pink square paints, and melting face paint that resembled John Wayne Gacy. The night was intense and in my stupor I stomped on my girlfriend’s foot, my glasses flew out my breast pocket onto the dance floor and I spilled all of my business cards. This wasn’t because I was drinking, but because the music was so relentless.

The show wasn’t about supporting the Idiom anymore, but about friends and family and experiences I’ve longed for. Dancing to Weezer and hearing them live has been a dream of mine since freshman year of high school. Weezer released the Green Album and it was the death of them and I didn’t believe I would ever get to experience the magic of Pinkerton live, but The Cold Wave did such a wonderful job that I would never know the difference.

I missed Rage Against the Machine’s last tour with the Beastie Boys because I said, “They will be around again” and then they disbanded. Childbite made that dream come true. The dance floor was like moshing on a slip ‘n’ slide and everyone helped each other up; an experience only RATM’s music could deliver. Bars of Gold as The Talking Heads and Silverghost as Devo did the same for both me and my Father.

A LaRose concert experience never feels complete without my family. We’ve been going to concerts in Detroit since the 1960’s. My sister and father were there, my girlfriend and her father and my friends showed up, and they loved the show too. My first concert was in 1995, I was nine years old and my sister was 7; live music has always been a family tradition.

A wonderful surprise of music by John Katona and his Band helped open up the show, as well as the School of Rock’s Kiss Tribute Band. It was really special watching young people perform on stage. I hope the night will stick with them, as much as my first concert has stuck with me. I will elaborate more on the bands who preformed later on this week. Below are links to the musicians who preformed, as well as photographs from the event. I am also linking other blogs who reviewed the show because their photographs are closer to the stage.

Other Blogs:

Deep Cutz

Blogz of Gold

Eat This City

Photographs:

Childbite as Rage

The Coldwave as Weezer

Prussia as The Velvet Underground


Bars of Gold as The Talking Heads


John Katona Band

Me after a long night of dancing…

From Us

Andrea after a long night of making sure I didn’t spill over a beer bottle.

From Us
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Duende, The Wrong Numbers, The Crumbz at the Belmont

By admin | Published: January 2, 2010

This is a relatively late post because the concert was on Saturday and today is Wednesday. This post has not been edited for grammarical errors- a dangerous endeavor because my grammar is worse for you than a frosted honey bun. These are the live reviews and photographs of the concert at The Belmont. Andrea will be posting a venue review on her site here.

Table of Contents:

Duende

The Crumbz

The Wrong Numbers

Loco Gnosis

Updates

Duende

Duende’s music is similar to the stray dog we’ve ached to take home or the car we’ve dreamed to drive. This music doesn’t belong to a genre or succumb to a trend, but inspires me to love rock and roll for its emotive experience and vast ability to paint a picture or tell a story. The music and live performance echoes of Americana and reels in an aspect of psychedelia that their Theremin does tremendously well. (I want to mention that this was the first time I saw a Theremin ran through a Stomp-Box.) All the musicians of Duende played with an enthusiasm that was fun to watch. I’ve never seen anyone play lead guitar like Duende’s Joel McCune whose highly stylized picking was accentuated by his swift ability to change styles, switches, and or both at the same time. Jeff Howitt is Duende’s singer, Thereminist, and rhythm guitar player and is one of the kindest men I’ve met since starting The Sunday Idiom. Duende is one of the reasons why the Detroit music scene is so special and hopefully why it always will be.

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The Crumz

The Crumz are talented musicians, but lack a vision for their music and it felt uninspired. I hope that maybe it was bad night for the band. If the lead singer redistributes his banter into more energetic stage antics and lyrics then maybe the band has a chance.

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The Wrong Numbers

The Wrong Numbers are a well delivered rock and roll band that emanates the fun and engaging spirit of Motown. Their lead singer Jason Clark has a stage presence that is undeniable and difficult to describe. Hopefully this ridiculously cheesy and over-exaggerated example will do Jason justice:
Jason Clark of the Wrong Numbers was once an ordinary dude who loved music and his slightly nerdy appeal made him seem pretty cool, but one day he was bit by James Brown and acquired super powers. From that fateful day Jason has become a pinnacle of what it is to be a bad ass on stage. Anyhow I digress; the Wrong Number’s drummer Todd Boschma ended up hitting his knuckle while performing and he started to bleed. And in the spirit of comradery The Wrong Numbers embraced Todd in a song while he mended his wounds. It was a wonderful moment to watch on stage. Their Myspace header says that Todd broke a knuckle, which is crappy. I don’t know how long it takes a broken knuckle to heal, but hopefully its in good shape before their show at the Berkley Frony on Nov. 28th. The Wrong Numbers love what they do and it’s wonderfully watching them perform live.

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Loco Gnosis

Is an independently ran record label by Jeff Howitt and others. The label showcases some of Michigans best local acts. I’ve got a list of reviews that I am working on and they will be posted within the week. Make sure you check out their website.
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