goodwin, dark romantics

went to see goodwin at the market last night. the other band, the dark romantics from florida, were like a composite of every other band i've seen this year: singer (who sounded like bono) wore a little fedora like the cat from the panther city bandits; both gtrists (one of whom sounded like the edge) both played gretsches (which manufacturer apparently has a $150 model now, but i'm still sticking with my indonesian squier); chick bassplayer had a rickenbacker like stella rose's. am i sounding jaded yet? (doo-dah, doo-dah.)

bart rose from first street audio, who's mixing, sez that goodwin's long-anticipated sophomore ceedee is _this_ close to the mastering stage. honest: "it's only been two years." my excitement at the prospect is dimmed only slightly by the knowledge that they didn't get to record my fave post-"blue album" song: "arm and mouth." the set was noteworthy for the fact that evil dictator gomez broke almost enough strings to qualify to be in stoogeaphilia, and the presence in the setlist of a song ("reconstruction") i'd never heard before, which almost made up for the absence of old faves "airport" and "march." (i know; complaints, complaints.) and hearing hembree play a blooze shuffle during soundcheck, a possible hangover from sittin' in with some tennessee barband while visiting home for his high school reunion. and seeing all the little kids "playing drums" with chopsticks after marveling at sticky d's stick-spinnin' showmanship. music awards poll be damned; fw weekly biz manager bob neihoff said it in his intro: "fort worth's best live band."