mvb, flicks @ fred's, napoleon complex
went out to the lovely oakhurst addition last night to greet young marlon vaughn lundy, whose dad marlin von bungy is one of those rawk-saturated, good-time-havin' marketing genii from haltom city, the me-thinks. (their latest no-profit marketing coup: me-thinks onesies, of which woodeye bassist/wreck room bartender/new dad graham richardson was a proud recipient before the last time woodeye played the wreck.) the young fella was as handsome in person as his pic. congrats to his mom 'n' 'dad.
on the way home, i got a craving for a late-night burger 'n' beer, so we fell by fred's cafe and were delighted to find that terry chandler's now showing western movies under the stars on monday nights -- in this case the 1961 marlon brando vehicle one eyed jacks. between the flicks, saint frinatra on fridays, the electric mountain rotten apple gang on saturdays, and the new canopy over the stage in the beer garden, funky fred's is starting to seem more and more like a gen-yoo-wine _venue_. right on, terry.
got home and listened to the four-song e.p. by napoleon complex that marlin burned for me. napoleon complex is none other than the solo project of me-thinks drummer will risinger (aka boyo), and it's a goodun. marlon's uncle boyo mines the motherlode of power pop in the grand tradition of the beach boys, the ramones, and sterling-but-obscure latter-day scandinavian outfits like the yum-yums and the wonderfools. if the first song on the disc is maybe a little too referential of haltom city-riverside crew camping trips for average citizens to "get," it _does_ manage to shoehorn in the immortal line "colder than a buttfucker's dick in a snowman's ass." second toon's an ode to haltom city that makes that desolate burg of pho joints, asian video stores, motels and mini-warehouses sound like non-stop good times ("we ain't trying that hard / but we're doing alright"), with a memorable "hell yeah, hell yeah" refrain. third one's the testament of an underachiever ("it's a catastrophe / i sit by idly / watching the calendar pages turning") worthy of joey ramone his own self. (if you can't tell, i think will's lyrics and pop sensibility are way beyond boss.) fourth one's about 40 seconds long in toto but appears to be about a trip to the home depot with mama. not only does boyo play all the instruments, but the whole thing is only ten minutes long, which means you can listen to it six times in an hour, as i am now.
on the way home, i got a craving for a late-night burger 'n' beer, so we fell by fred's cafe and were delighted to find that terry chandler's now showing western movies under the stars on monday nights -- in this case the 1961 marlon brando vehicle one eyed jacks. between the flicks, saint frinatra on fridays, the electric mountain rotten apple gang on saturdays, and the new canopy over the stage in the beer garden, funky fred's is starting to seem more and more like a gen-yoo-wine _venue_. right on, terry.
got home and listened to the four-song e.p. by napoleon complex that marlin burned for me. napoleon complex is none other than the solo project of me-thinks drummer will risinger (aka boyo), and it's a goodun. marlon's uncle boyo mines the motherlode of power pop in the grand tradition of the beach boys, the ramones, and sterling-but-obscure latter-day scandinavian outfits like the yum-yums and the wonderfools. if the first song on the disc is maybe a little too referential of haltom city-riverside crew camping trips for average citizens to "get," it _does_ manage to shoehorn in the immortal line "colder than a buttfucker's dick in a snowman's ass." second toon's an ode to haltom city that makes that desolate burg of pho joints, asian video stores, motels and mini-warehouses sound like non-stop good times ("we ain't trying that hard / but we're doing alright"), with a memorable "hell yeah, hell yeah" refrain. third one's the testament of an underachiever ("it's a catastrophe / i sit by idly / watching the calendar pages turning") worthy of joey ramone his own self. (if you can't tell, i think will's lyrics and pop sensibility are way beyond boss.) fourth one's about 40 seconds long in toto but appears to be about a trip to the home depot with mama. not only does boyo play all the instruments, but the whole thing is only ten minutes long, which means you can listen to it six times in an hour, as i am now.
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