Middle East encore!  Last night we showed up at Soho in Santa Barbara to find the same, stellar opening act as the night before at Pavement!!  The Daily Double.  And once again, these Aussies showed they are a force to be reckoned with (though one might have hoped for more force last night–more on that below).  The guitar, drums, bass, accordion, keys, banjo and trumpet attack of Middle East can be forceful indeed, and the harmonies are seriously above-grade.  However, perhaps because they were opening for Beach House in a smaller venue (compared with Pavement/Fox Theater in Pomona), Middle East severely racheted-back the energy forces and focused on their softer side, even ending their set with a solo ballad (solo ballad I tell ya!).  G’day and g’night.  Having seen them the night before, and as good as it was, I can tell you Santa Barbara was short-changed.  Here’s hoping they continue to balance their balladry with their more energetic songs and delivery.

As for Beach House and its sale, we gave it a good look.   This was our second tour of the House, and so far, we’re not buying.  While the basic structure is sound, the pipes strong and plentiful throughout, and the lyrics painted above and on the doors somewhat beguiling, the overall style and paint-job ultimately are entirely too monochromatic to make one want to buy it.  This House is in need of some aggressive touches in just the right places to distinguish it (e.g. some radical reds and some blazing black thrown around, or an added Kandinsky gallery).  And we don’t mean those geometric-piñatas in the entertainment room.

As always, the proof for this buyer is in the parties thrown at the house, and whether or not they inspire or incite you to rise above.  And at this Beach House, just when you think the coterie is about to be treated to something revelatory by the House hosts and the party kicked up a couple notches, instead they bring out some Stevie Nicks tribute band (with matching hair), and any possible fire is doused.  This Beach House may get some offers, but it’s not going to sell without a re-examined remodel that at least intermittently takes its “good bones” to higher ground.

Sometimes you wait forever for some long-hoped for event to happen, and then when it happens you wish it hadn’t because of the unbearable bubble-burst and ballyhoo-bust.  Well I’ve been waiting for 18 years to see this band and hear these songs live, and Pavement didn’t in the least disappoint, but instead delivered on decades of unrealistically heightened expectation and anticipation.  And they did it with a generous 31 songs.  Huge.

We arrived at 9pm just in time to catch the last few songs of surprising opening band, Middle East, from Australia.   They finished with a beautiful, 6-part harmonized, trumpet- and banjo- augmented, Arcade-Fire-esque song, and are worthy of keeping track of based solely on this finale.  Highly recommended.

After a short break, Malkmus, Spiral Stairs, Bob and band sauntered onto the stage above which was a halo/helix of country-fair lights.  And off they went.  From Silence Kit all the way through to Hexx and two long ensuing encores ending in Conduit, the band exceeded my expectations.  The  songs early in the set were slightly ragged and slapdash, but the band just kept gathering momentum, energy and tightening as the set went on.  Too dang good.

About 7-8 songs in I noticed that my face was aching from the involuntary smile pasted on wide.

Malkmus started off feigning some disinterest and somnambulism, but every time he stepped to the mike any ennui fell aside and he sang the songs in earnest, like they deserved.  Scott was all smiles and came to the mike with a slightly different approach that smacked of wisdom and growth, but lacked some of the prior verve and upper register.  Bob was perfectly over the top, whether as part of the dual-drum attack, or with his brandished cowbell, harmonica, zither, or when accompanying with sating screams and hardy-har-harmony vocals.  And on Unfair, Bob delivered, hands down, the best Johnny Rotten imitation seen in the new millennium (including, sadly, Mr. Lydon’s recent PIL performances, as goulishly compelling as they may be).  Bob he ranted on Unfair of the siphoning by the south (as the south sang along).   “Shake your nachos like you just don’t care!!”  Indeed.  And underneath and behind, the Steve and Mark rhythm section swung well in support.

While we’ve enjoyed much of the post-Pavement Malkmus (with and without Jicks) ouevre and shows, the later, jammy, blues-ish offerings have lacked the original spark.  And what tonight reaffirmed is that Malkmus has always been primarily about the songs (well and that gifted guitar madness) and lyrics.   Malkmus tosses off alternatingly poignant and hilarious lines that embed in your head for decades.  The pathos of “caught my father crying,” “epileptic surgeons with their eyes x’ed out attend to the torn up kid,” “when they rise up in the falling rain,” “i was dressed for success but success it never comes,”and “starlings in the slipstream” are leavened by the bathos of “a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash” and “darlings on the split-screen.”  And the melodies alternatingly sing you and jar you, but are always inventive and often imbued with a math-jazz-blues motif.

But you probably knew that already.

We end with a plea:  Dear Stephen, we hope you (and each Pavement member) find anew the interest and affection for more of the Pavement-esque songsmithing and delivery, and leave the jamming to Phish and the other phops.

Many of the  song highlights of the evening were as expected, but I was reminded of the weight and worth of Hexx, Stop Breathin’ and Here.

Can’t wait for the Greek in Berkeley on June 25th.

Setlist:

Silence Kit

Ell Ess Two

Give It A Day

Frontwards

No Life Singed Her

Father to a Sister of Doubt

Rattled by the Rush

Kennel District

In The Mouth A Desert

Shady Lane

Unfair

Spit On A Stranger

Grounded

Two States

Range Life

Perfume V

Gold Soundz

Fight This Generation

Summer Babe

Cut Your Hair

Hexx

Encore 1:

Date With Ikea

Trigger Cut

Stop Breathin’

Starlings in the Slipstream

Box Elder

Here

Encore 2:

Stereo

Zurich Is Stained

Loretta’s Scars

Conduit

Elvis is coming to Santa Barbara, and I was reminded by a blurb in the paper of Jesse Winchester’s heartrending performance of his newish song Sham-A-Ling-Dong-Ding from the second season of Costello’s spectacular Spectacle show on The Sundance Channel (Wednesday nights).  Costello is quoted as listing this performance as the finest moment of all of the two Spectacle seasons.  I couldn’t agree more, though a surprising close second was Costello’s and Elton John’s duet on the very first Spectacle episode of the great David Ackles’ song Down River.

Spectacle is a treasure trove, and highly recommended.

Check out ole Jesse jerking the tears right out of Neko Case and Costello fightin’ it off until he’s “finished.”  Great performance and homage to a long, loving relationship.  May it be so.

No, it ain’t’ no anagram.   Instead (at long last) it’s songs and sounds closely insinuating Marley-esque maneuvers.  This pair is inspired and inspiring, and aspire to the higher ground that only Marley delivered.  This time Jamaica has given way to Afro-centric origins.   Here in Amerique, we’ve been waiting for Lil’ This and Lil’ That to deliver (Rikers?  How’s that, fool?), and though worthy, Lupe Fiasco can’t meet the need for a new musical messiah.  So  she (Nneka) and (ahem) him (K’Naan) have come forward to fill the void.  Did they fall to earth or have they been toiling away just waiting for us to finally open our ears?  I dunno….  But these two  demand one’s undivided attention.  In the spirit of Nesta, we are blessed with K’Naan and Nneka.  As for K’Naan (via Somalia/Mogadishu), there’s not an untrue moment.  The sing-song synapses fire on People Like Me in particular at -2:09 to go,  and the heavenly chorus enraptures.  And Nneka??  She of Nigerian/Germanic persuasion?  On Kangpe she hands it off to her handlers and cohorts at -2:30 for a stellar sequence, but she and the song speak gospel throughout.  And it’s Easter.  So praise be to the most high.

K’Naan–People Like Me

Photo by James Minchin

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Nneka–Kangpe

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I read the news today, oh boy (and yesterday and in these depression months), and the suicide story’s unrelenting:  Linkous, Jay R., Jamie, Hughes, Hendry, Andrew, the Cornell Kids….

My preferred (albeit skewed) take away from The Antlers’ awe-inspiring “Wake”:

When the good people come (and they will) with their helicopter to lift you out, please (I beg of you) choose to let these people in.  We beg of you…let them in.

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“Wake” by The Antlers:

“With the door closed, shades drawn, the world shrinks.
Let’s open up those blinds.
But someone has to sweep the floor, pick up her dirty clothes.
That job’s not mine.
Now that everyone’s an enemy, my heart sinks.
Let’s put away those claws.
I don’t blame them for their curtains-calls because I pulled the rope.
I wannna call them back out for applause.

Spring and Thompson on the first of May is horrible.
We hid in catacombs.
So now I’m sleeping next to mousetraps, in a bed of all our clothes,
while I hope that she won’t come home.
It was easier to lock the doors and kill the phones than to show my skin,
because the hardest thing is never to repent for someone else,
It’s letting people in.

Well you can come inside, unlock the door, take off your shoes.
But this might take all night.
To explain to you I would have walked out those sliding doors,
but the timing never seemed right.
When your helicopter came and tried to lift me out,
I put its rope around my neck.
And after that you didn’t bother with the airlift or the rescue-
you knew just what to expect.

That with the door closed, shades drawn, we’re dead enough.
They don’t open from outside.
And someone has to speak with their teeth behind their tongue,
to never let that right be denied.
We can’t rely on photographs and visitation time,
but I just don’t know where to begin.
I wanna bust down the door, if you’re willing to forgive.
I’ve got the keys.  I’m letting people in.

Don’t be scared to speak, don’t speak with someone’s tooth,
don’t bargain when you’re weak, don’t take that sharp abuse.
Some patients can’t be saved, but that burden’s not on you.

Don’t ever let anyone tell you you deserve that….”

So I’m sittin’ here up late with my 74 year old, blessed father, and we’re checking out last week’s National performance on Fallon (updated below since the Fallon video is no longer available).  It’s all relatively innocuous, but I notice he can’t take his eyes off the screen.  And then I see my dad’s right foot tapping heavy to the rhythm as the band throttles it.  The vantage is vintage and ineffable, and from this alone I know that I have been blessed.  And yet I’m still checking that foot, and it is Morse-ing front row tickets to the National show.  And there is room for belief in something bigger.  And the band plays on.  Tapping involuntary.  Tapping relentless.  Faith in humanity restored.  And The National continue to nationalize passionate art.

We recently checked out the splendiferous Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros and had the fortune of catching the opening band, Chief.  Jeffrey of Club Mercy let us know that Alex (Sharpe) was touting the band so we made sure to catch their set.  While Chief isn’t breaking any musical ground (yet), they play with verve on well-crafted songs graced with compelling lyrics and hammering (3 or 4-part) harmonies.  After their set, hirsute guitarist, Danny Fujikawa, mentioned their impending new longplayer, but his face lit up when I said I’d prefer to hear their “less-polished” EP.  Next thing I know, Danny slips out to their van and brings me their stellar five-song EP.  At times they remind of the Band and at others I hear Bruce Cockburn vocals.  Regardless a band to keep track of.

Check out their song Nice People below and the video of Your Direction at the Deep Six Club TV link further below.

Chief–Nice People

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Chief–Your Direction (video)

http://www.doublesixclub.tv/session/6/chief

The best of us glean analytics during the day, but manage to maintain a romantic heart.  Vascillation may transpire.  Use each exclusively at your own risk.  The admixture retains the allure.

In Hannah, the Freelance Whales capture the romantic while Hannah’s off breaking analytic this morning (SAT).  I don’t know ’bout no martinis, but the Whales update the 40-year old Sugar Sugar realm while swinging properly.

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