hochimen, insiders
my sweetie's on spring break, so we took a walk around the 'hood monday night, stopping off at fonky fred's, where terry and jennifer are holding nightly b.y.o.b. get-togethers until they can get the patio, at least, re-opened. pick up a six-pack and stop by to tell some lies around the fire, why doncha?
on the way home, we fell by the wreck and caught a coupla sxsw bands. watching these people play, i finally figured out what you're supposed to do to be a success in indie rawkdom these daze: have like six guys in yr band, including four gtr players, and everybody changes instruments after every song. or something. as a listener, it's fun to play "spot the influences": a little radiohead here, a little wilco there, a soupcon of white stripes, etc. who needs a $300 wristband? you can have all the sxsw fun you want right here in the fort, and not have to eat the gawdawful fajitas on 6th street.
tuesday night, saw reggie rueffer and the hochimen play after two austin-bound nashville bands and before one crew of locals that apparently pissed a bunch of ppl off with an immodest post on myspace the other day. remember, boys, it's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.
i read in reggie's e-mail that the hochimen were gonna hit at 9. yeah, right, as if. no one in the history of the wreck room has ever hit that early, but no matter. and the new cd, tierra del gato, will be out this thursday. (damn, my sweetie even brought an extra ten spot. we had to content ourselves with going home and listening to totenlieder yet again.)
the new songs sound great -- not exactly pop toons, but rich with melodic complexity and lyrical intelligence -- the old 'uns are transformed in performance the, um, coupla times a yr these guys hit the boards, and the band has great presence onstage: reggie seems to be folding up on himself and he'll slink around the stage like a spider before darting back to the mic just in time to hit his cue; on gtr, unt jazzcat ed mcmahon (who was in one of the final ten hands lineups and has played with reclusive legend ronald shannon jackson) lays down a barrage of spiky, skronky avant-rawk fret damage to compliment and contrast with brother chad rueffer's round-toned melodic style.
watching the rueffer brothers work, you wouldn't think they had another life as hard-core honky-tonk country entertainers (think george, merle, johnny -- the old gooduns), but they do. for proof positive, be at the wreck on friday, april 14th, when the insiders open for eleven hundred springs.
on the way home, we fell by the wreck and caught a coupla sxsw bands. watching these people play, i finally figured out what you're supposed to do to be a success in indie rawkdom these daze: have like six guys in yr band, including four gtr players, and everybody changes instruments after every song. or something. as a listener, it's fun to play "spot the influences": a little radiohead here, a little wilco there, a soupcon of white stripes, etc. who needs a $300 wristband? you can have all the sxsw fun you want right here in the fort, and not have to eat the gawdawful fajitas on 6th street.
tuesday night, saw reggie rueffer and the hochimen play after two austin-bound nashville bands and before one crew of locals that apparently pissed a bunch of ppl off with an immodest post on myspace the other day. remember, boys, it's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.
i read in reggie's e-mail that the hochimen were gonna hit at 9. yeah, right, as if. no one in the history of the wreck room has ever hit that early, but no matter. and the new cd, tierra del gato, will be out this thursday. (damn, my sweetie even brought an extra ten spot. we had to content ourselves with going home and listening to totenlieder yet again.)
the new songs sound great -- not exactly pop toons, but rich with melodic complexity and lyrical intelligence -- the old 'uns are transformed in performance the, um, coupla times a yr these guys hit the boards, and the band has great presence onstage: reggie seems to be folding up on himself and he'll slink around the stage like a spider before darting back to the mic just in time to hit his cue; on gtr, unt jazzcat ed mcmahon (who was in one of the final ten hands lineups and has played with reclusive legend ronald shannon jackson) lays down a barrage of spiky, skronky avant-rawk fret damage to compliment and contrast with brother chad rueffer's round-toned melodic style.
watching the rueffer brothers work, you wouldn't think they had another life as hard-core honky-tonk country entertainers (think george, merle, johnny -- the old gooduns), but they do. for proof positive, be at the wreck on friday, april 14th, when the insiders open for eleven hundred springs.
posted by stashdauber at 6:11 AM
2 Comments:
i love to hear it when people throw their unflinching support the way of the people and pads that have been so good to them over the years. seems to me that the folks who enjoy fred's are just that type and the folks that run it are cut from the same mold. this is the type of thing that truly warms my heart. you most def would not see this type of support if the local mcdick's or taco hell caught fire.
I dug the Hochimen!! I need to go hear the two guitarists with their other musical ramblings .... man there are some great players around!
Also,let's hear it for Hankshaw doin' his honky tonk parade next door. Pretty great for a Tuesday in Cowtown!
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