kamandi

played last night at 6th street live with kamandi on a bill with chicago emo-guys the narrator (whose new cd i once again failed to obtain a copy of). kamandi is ex-ghostcar drummer clay stinnett's new free improv outfit, in which he shares a kick drum with brent miller (ex-spitfire) and they invite other musos to add to the psychedelic maelstrom swirling around their tribal thump. this time around, said co-conspirators included dallasite mike clark (who visited roky erickson in rusk state hospital, way back when) and yr humble chronicler o' events on gtrs, aaron gonzalez (who, with unconscious collective on hiatus, is "only" in _three_ bands: life-death continuum, akkolyte, and yells at eels) on standup bass, and clay's ex-ghostcar compadre tony chapman on vocoder. clay 'n' brent had intended to keep the vibe relatively mellow this time out, to the point of buying lighter sticks for the occasion, but once things got underway and evabody tapped into the energy of the evening, that idea went out the window and it started raining broken drumsticks (at least on the side of the stage i was on). audience response was fairly fervent and from a participant's persepective, it was a catharsis; hope i get to do it again. my sweetie was there taking pics; she'll prolly post some on her photo blog once she gets her camera battery recharged.