Monday, November 10, 2008
I CAN'T STRESS IT ENOUGH...
I'm opening for this guy at the Trunk Space tomorrow night. SHOW UP -- This should be interesting.
A little about Harvey (off his website):
Thanks to a nationwide network of oddity collectors, some underground records and videos have practically become urban folklore--the infamous Troggs session bootleg, for example, or the Tube Bar tapes of prank calls. Add to this list a flabbergasting LP called Astrology Songs, recorded about a decade ago by a macrobiotic California golfer named Harvey Sid Fisher.
The one word that aptly describes Astrology Songs is "unforgettable." To cash in on the astrology craze of the mid-1980s, Fisher wrote songs for every sign in the Zodiac and decided to warble them himself. The idea sounds crass enough to sell, especially to Californians. The album is a whole other story. On record, over backing tracks suitable for karaoke, Fisher resembles nothing so much as the lounge singer Bill Murray used to play on Saturday Night Live, socking across his swingin' tunes with the infernal perkiness of a cruise director.
Fisher's belief in the power of the stars may be questionable, but there's no doubting his sincerity on record, baby. "I am, I am, I am the Ram," belts the singer in solidarity with Aries. The showstopper, though, is Fisher's paean to Taurus the bull, whom he commemorates with a chipper, "Talkin' 'bout the bully-bull-bull!" When videos for the songs began airing in 1989 on public-access TV in Los Angeles, Astrology Songs became a cult sensation. Fisher's tapes even turned up on Comedy Central's The Daily Show, thus cementing his notoriety.
The show goes on promptly at 8 with the group Starlings. My buddies in Haunted Cologne will follow, then me at about 8:30, then Harvey. You'll be on your way home by 9:30 tops, unless you want to hang around for the post-show band, Cockalorum.
Admission is $6. The Trunk Space is on Grand, just north of the 15th Ave/Grand/Roosevelt traffic light. Show up, show up, show up!
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I played two gigs on Saturday night, one on both sides of the Valley. Lots of people but only one person I actually knew.
Where the heck are you people?
You really shoulda been at the Big Fish. You missed an ACT. I had the unenviable task of following a band called The Spider Hole. These guys are the real deal. I guess the best way to describe them is theatrical horror-rock. They know exactly what they're doing and they're VERY, VERY good. Their lead singer hops around the stage like a cross between Alice Cooper and Dwight Frye. Hilarious!
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It rained HARD here yesterday afternoon. Hail, even. It's the first time it's rained here in months, causing my son to say: "Obama was right! CHANGE!"
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Joke from my friend Pete: A minister, a priest, a rabbi, a horse, a dog and a duck walk into a bar.
The bartender says, "GET THE HELL OUTA HERE!"
TT
I'm opening for this guy at the Trunk Space tomorrow night. SHOW UP -- This should be interesting.
A little about Harvey (off his website):
Thanks to a nationwide network of oddity collectors, some underground records and videos have practically become urban folklore--the infamous Troggs session bootleg, for example, or the Tube Bar tapes of prank calls. Add to this list a flabbergasting LP called Astrology Songs, recorded about a decade ago by a macrobiotic California golfer named Harvey Sid Fisher.
The one word that aptly describes Astrology Songs is "unforgettable." To cash in on the astrology craze of the mid-1980s, Fisher wrote songs for every sign in the Zodiac and decided to warble them himself. The idea sounds crass enough to sell, especially to Californians. The album is a whole other story. On record, over backing tracks suitable for karaoke, Fisher resembles nothing so much as the lounge singer Bill Murray used to play on Saturday Night Live, socking across his swingin' tunes with the infernal perkiness of a cruise director.
Fisher's belief in the power of the stars may be questionable, but there's no doubting his sincerity on record, baby. "I am, I am, I am the Ram," belts the singer in solidarity with Aries. The showstopper, though, is Fisher's paean to Taurus the bull, whom he commemorates with a chipper, "Talkin' 'bout the bully-bull-bull!" When videos for the songs began airing in 1989 on public-access TV in Los Angeles, Astrology Songs became a cult sensation. Fisher's tapes even turned up on Comedy Central's The Daily Show, thus cementing his notoriety.
The show goes on promptly at 8 with the group Starlings. My buddies in Haunted Cologne will follow, then me at about 8:30, then Harvey. You'll be on your way home by 9:30 tops, unless you want to hang around for the post-show band, Cockalorum.
Admission is $6. The Trunk Space is on Grand, just north of the 15th Ave/Grand/Roosevelt traffic light. Show up, show up, show up!
------
I played two gigs on Saturday night, one on both sides of the Valley. Lots of people but only one person I actually knew.
Where the heck are you people?
You really shoulda been at the Big Fish. You missed an ACT. I had the unenviable task of following a band called The Spider Hole. These guys are the real deal. I guess the best way to describe them is theatrical horror-rock. They know exactly what they're doing and they're VERY, VERY good. Their lead singer hops around the stage like a cross between Alice Cooper and Dwight Frye. Hilarious!
------
It rained HARD here yesterday afternoon. Hail, even. It's the first time it's rained here in months, causing my son to say: "Obama was right! CHANGE!"
------
Joke from my friend Pete: A minister, a priest, a rabbi, a horse, a dog and a duck walk into a bar.
The bartender says, "GET THE HELL OUTA HERE!"
TT
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