My X-perience (yuk, yuk)

I went to see X perform at the Showbox last night. I figured since I paid $40 for it, I should go ahead.

I got there just before doors opened at 7. I took up a seat in The Green Room with my vodka tonic and watched everyone go in. Last night was the all-ages show, so there was quite a variety of people attending. Little junior high kids with their parents, high schoolers, college kids, middle-aged peeps and the elderly. Who doesn’t like X?

The openers were the Skybombers and Mark Pickerel‘s band, and I assumed they would be playing in that order.  I had no idea who the Skybombers are, so when I heard the music start downstairs, I stayed put for a second drink. Figuring I should give them a little bit of a listen, I headed in to the Showbox for the end of the set. Dang it if it wasn’t Mark Pickerel on stage.  I got to hear 2 or 3 songs at least.

The Skybombers are a very enthusiastic quartet from Melbourne, Australia. Hugh, the lead singer, reminded me a little of Jason Schwartzman in Rushmore. The guitarist, Sam, looked like a baby Roger Daltrey, but maybe a wee bit taller. Ravi played a pretty mean bass. And poor Scottie was off in a shadowy corner, keeping the beat. They had good energy, and a few catchy songs, but I won’t be buying their album.

I held my ground near the stage. Not within spitting distance, thank goodness, but close enough for a very good view. Finally X came out to play. Exene was dressed in a black maid’s dress with a multi-color printed apron. She looked very much the sweet ol’ lady (which she will be in the fairly near future).  Billy Zoom winked, smiled, and generally mugged for the crowd and their cameras. DJ Bonebrake wore a Jack in the Box t-shirt (I missed a good chance to take a snapshot). And John Doe was . . . John Doe. They played all the favorites as if they really did want to be there. It was pretty nice to see.

I ended up being on the edge of the “mosh pit” as it were, a place I haven’t been for quite a few years. It was sometimes annoying, sometimes invigorating to see the mixed crowd slamming, skanking, whatever it was they felt like doing. There were tiny little girls and tall, hulking guys all plowing into each other. No one got hurt (not like the old days). Maybe tonight at the over 21 show someone will at least get a busted lip.

I couldn’t convince myself to take my digital camera with me, but I did manage to snap a distorted pic of John Doe during the first song.

John Doe

American Apparel in China

Literally.

I read today in the menswear trade magazine, DNR,  that American Apparel is headed to China. They will soon open three stores selling their mostly knitwear collection which will be made where all their stuff is made, Downtown Los Angeles. That’s right, soon they will see a “made in U.S.A.” label in Shanghai. CEO Dov Charney may look (and act) like a porn mogul, but you gotta hand it to a guy that bucks the trend of global outsourcing.

Advice Regarding Tickets to the Showbox

It’s been awhile since I’ve been to the Showbox (at the Market), and I’ve yet to go to the new Showbox Sodo. In fact, it might have been for the Decemberists show in October 2005. I don’t like the Showbox (at the Market).

A few weeks ago, though, I signed up for their mailing list, realizing that I’m probably missing out on some musical acts that I would gladly put up with my dislike of the Showbox (at the Market) in order to see. A couple days ago, I got an email announcing a special pre-sale for the band X’s reunion tour at the end of March. In that moment, I decided that I must buy my ticket then and there, so as to guarantee my attendance at the show. I am a bad judge of a musical act’s popularity so I must assume the shows will sell out.

But let me get to the advice. Unless it is virtually guaranteed the show will sell out, or if you are in another state or continent when the ticket sale goes on, DO NOT buy your tickets to the Showbox (either location) online. Always, always go to the box office at the Market location and buy your tickets. I remember thinking it was highway robbery and false advertising that the Showbox adds a $2 service charge when you buy your advance tickets at their box office. But that is nothing compared to the continued rape by Ticketmaster.  You’d think they would have learned their lesson, but it seems that after all the hubbub over the years, they have actually raised their fees.

I bought one $25 ticket and paid almost $40 total.  How? Ticket price $25 plus “convenience charge” of $8.25 (should not be more than the $2.50 round trip bus ticket I would have paid to get to the box office) plus “order processing charge” of $5.36 (they must use monkeys and abaci) plus $0.42 tax. Tax on what is unclear, as is the rate of the tax. It’s not Seattle sales tax on any of the charges.

I went ahead and bought the ticket because I want to be sure that I go see X for once in my life. And I know how I am – I will be able to come up with all sorts of things to do that will prevent me from going to the box office. And by the time I do get there, the show will be sold out. But never again, I say! Always, always buy your tickets at the box office! If you ever hear me say again that I bought a Showbox ticket online, you have my permission to punch me in the stomach.

An Evening With Crispin Hellion Glover, Part Two

Tonight after meeting with my writing group, I headed up to the Broadway Performance Hall for Crispin Hellion Glover’s presentation of It is Fine! Everything is Fine. Much like last night, the film was sandwiched between a slide show featuring some of Glover’s written works and a question/answer session.

Watching the slide show a second time in so many days, I saw that it was more of a performance or stageplay, as opposed to a strict reading. There is a red spotlight which Glover stands in, for the most part, for the duration of the presentation. Tonight I sat in the front row directly opposite that red light. At some point, however, he started walking toward the front of the stage. Then he crossed the stage. It became clear, all of sudden, that the deviation was merely a ploy on his part. He had spotted an audience member apparently making a video and he was making the deliberate movements to get the camera to track him and confirm his suspicions. Glover confronted the wrongdoer, requested intervention from the staff, and continued with the presentation from the confines of the red spotlight. This interruption did rattle him a bit, but within a minute, he was back on pace as if nothing had happened. [“Wrongdoer” is a bit soft. I do believe wholeheartedly the filming was done intentionally and not out of ignorance of the rules. I hope he was escorted from the theatre without a refund on the spot.]

The film itself was interesting. The screenplay was written by a man with severe cerebral palsy, who also starred in the lead role. In it, the late Steven C. Stewart essentially was able to act out his fantasy as the character Paul. There is violence, nudity, and sex. The story itself didn’t do a lot for me, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around the concept of being an able-minded person in a wholly defective body. But what did effect me were the sets and staging. The use of color and space in most of the scenes was marvelous. The large, red living room of Linda’s where she sat on an ottoman in the far corner talking to Paul on a princess phone. The cutaway apartment building where we can see simultaneously two of Paul’s later “conquests”. It fed into the fantasy to such an extent that I wondered at times if Paul was imagining these things while sitting in his wheelchair at the nursing home shown at the start and finish of the film.

After the Q&A, I stood in line for over an hour to get an autograph and a little one-on-one time with Glover. Part of what took so long was the amount of time he was spending with everyone else. It says something about the man that after giving an hour-long book presentation, then at least an hour-long Q&A (mostly A), he kept on talking with fans for probably another two hours. I think it’s probably good. I managed to mention I discovered What Is It? thanks to the Tom Green show, but I didn’t ask about the music choices for It Is Fine. Mostly because both of us were quite noticebly tired by that point. What troopers we are!

For more information on Crispin Glover’s film projects and books, visit http://www.crispinglover.com/

An Evening With Crispin Hellion Glover, Part One

Tonight I had the opportunity to finally see Crispin Glover’s film What Is It? at the Broadway Performance Hall. The film was preceded by a slide show reading/presentation of Glover’s books given by Glover himself. It was followed by a question-answer segment.

I first heard of this film when I watched Glover’s interview on Tom Green’s online show last summer. I’ve been fascinated by Glover ever since watching him in River’s Edge. That performance, with respect to his in Back to the Future, really made me wonder what was up with this man. Crispin Glover, without a doubt, is a unique individual. Sometimes I wonder whether I like him, but I always appreciate and respect him. People such as him are necessary for our culture, people who work both within and without our parameters, to challenge the status quo and keep us from becoming stagnant.

I was a little afraid to see the movie tonight. I had seen the trailer, and heard Glover talk about it on Tom Green Live, so I knew it was most certainly unconventional fare. I can’t really begin to describe it, nor would I really want to. For anyone who would want to see it, I’d like them to be able to go in with as little preconception as possible. The gist of it, though, is a sort of presentation of societal taboos in order to explore their meaning and context in our minds. According to him, it is a reaction to his experience with the film industry and some of the changes it has gone through in the last 20-30 years. This film is not for everyone. You know all those parodies of art house films that are completely absurdist? This is their fodder.

The Q&A afterward was quite good. I sat with rapt attention as he meandered and digressed about a handful of questions. We must have been there for about an hour listening to him explain his intentions and philosophies regarding the making of What Is It? and the rest of the trilogy of which it is a part. I love the thought processes behind it all, and was thrilled to know there were actually philosophical reasons for even the music choices. (He chose some of the music because of the social currents running at the time the music was written, to put it simplistically.) Glover is quite brilliant indeed. At least in my estimation. I think I could listen to him for hours, if he would let me.

In fact, tomorrow evening I will be seeing the second part of the trilogy, entitled It is Fine! Everything Is Fine. It will be presented the same as tonight’s film. That is, sandwiched between the book reading/slide show and the Q&A. I’m curious about seeing the slide show again one day later. How much will it be the same? How different? But maybe between now and then, I will be able to come up with a question to ask, and then ask it. And maybe I will stick around after and buy a book for him to sign.

While you wait for the answers to those questions, you can watch the trailer for What Is It? as presented on Tom Green Live.

Top 10 of 2007

It’s the end of the year, and everyone is thinking back to all the good stuff and bad stuff from the last 12 months. All the DJs are putting out their Top Ten songs and albums of the year. There are probably Top Ten news stories in various places. Top Ten This, Top Ten That. I thought I might make my own list. So I thought and I thought, for at least five or ten minutes, but nothing came to mind. Well, one thing did come to mind – the Top Ten Indescribable Things That Happened in 2007 That Made it Unique From All the Other Years I’ve Been Alive.

For instance, I started this blog in 2007. I got the Tassajara Bread Book this year after seeing the film How to Cook Your Life. I played Quake again after like 10 years. I used Flexcar. My buddy Alex finally came to visit me after years of my badgering. I bought a new DVD player. The QFC opened two blocks from my apartment. The Tower Records two blocks away closed then became a Silver Platters which I never go to. (I rarely went to Tower, either.) The only marriage for which I’ve been a member of the wedding party (since my sister’s when I was 18) ended in divorce. I finally bought rain boots after living in Seattle for nine years.

I think that’s 10 things. I don’t know if that’s Top or Bottom, and I’m not sure what the long term effects of those things are – hence the “indescribable”. But they happened. And who cares?

So here’s my real Top Ten.

The Top Ten Wasabi Peas of 2007:

Top Ten Wasabi Peas

And then there were none.

Seattle Music: Crocodile and Queensrÿche

Apparently, Seattle institution the Crocodile Cafe has shuttered its windows. It came quite suddenly. Is this really the end?

It could be the end, depending on your views of Armageddon. For instance, how does one react to the news of Queensrÿche putting out a cover album? I only saw the poster today, so I’m still working that one out for myself. While paying homage to Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath, the Police, and U2 – not all that surprising – they’ve also thrown in a number from Jesus Christ Superstar. But then, we knew they were nerds all along, right? The website has no sound samples (yet?). Drat.