Ahoy to all you Jaxxonians! And to our six Japanese readers, nihongo! I come to you with a request:
You must help our dear Professor Fury write again.
Yes, I know, you’re thinking oh, wait, the Prof. Fury with the hott wife and the awesome house? The spleenless one whose writing enchants the very internets? What could WE ever do to help such a luminary as he??
Well, I’ll tell you: send cash.
I got a mail today from my dear comrade, imploring me for a solution. “WHERE ARE MY WORDS?,” he wrote, plaintively. “I can’t find them to put them into sentences. Here, wordsy wordsy wordsy . . . .”
This mail was sent at 8:22 in the morning. Yes, you and I both know the truth, friend. Fury, being from Mississippi and living in the heralded city of the Red Stick, a writer to his very core, needs booze. And, lots of it. It’s clear to me that his lack of writing must be directly tied to a lack of inebriation, because really, what writer from Mississippi can write sober?
So send cash! Or invite him out to a show and fill him up with low-shelf whiskeys. He just loves that!
As an aside, some of you have written to ask about last night’s Black Lips show. “Gorjus,” you ask, “how bogus-hyped is they?”
Well, I like “Gloria” as much as the next guy, but just don’t understand what the thrill is. It was good, mind you, but I don’t see the dazzle: it’s garage rock done right, and then you go home. Joxxua Electrixx sidled up to me during the show and asked, “when they gonna do ‘Double Shot of My Baby’s Love’?” At which point I basically fell out cracking up.
“Nihongo” means “Japanese,” as in…the language. I think you are hoarding the Fury bucks and getting sloshed yourself.
y’know, i shrugged off the black lips for a coupla years. i just thought it was trash rock for trash’s sake. it just didn’t seem worth the risk of getting peed on. but there were a few great nuggets here and there, and that last record is solid gold.
i don’t get the “gloria” and “double shot” references, though. they certainly mine the 50’s and 60’s for psych, country, and gospel. but i don’t hear the blooze.
oh well, i’m not going to tell you what to like. i’m just gonna say you’re wrong. and i challenge you to not get this song stuck in your head.
I don’t hear the blues, either—and I certainly don’t hear any gospel. I heard really well-played, respectful, perfectly traditional 1-2-3-4 60’s garage rock (i.e., the Kingsmen, the Swingin’ Medallions, and so on). It got jittery at times (the “Gloria” I’m thinking of is Patti Smith’s) but never transgressive. It was, all in all, perfectly normal. Nothing wrong with that, but I’ll stick with my records at home.
And . . . wow, my Japanese sucks.
so – you’re going to stick with your records at home, and joshua is moving to austin. well well well! you’re definitely showing us! and the black lips!
and call me crazy, but i think it’s kinda crappy that you failed to mention that there were in excess of 100 people at the Black Lips/Ponys/Los Buddies show. in JACKSON. on a TUESDAY NIGHT. with a TEN DOLLAR COVER.
and speaking of jxn and hotly-tipped ATLiens, don’t forget to save yr $10 spots for DEERHUNTER next weekend
Jaydog, I do not dispute how awesome Jax was in coming together. I’m glad we got a relatively big-name show and that there was huge support. I attribute this almost exclusively to four people: Wes Williams, for pounding the pavement to get the ticket together; Chaney Nichols, for joining with him in doing so; Josh Schooler, in making such an amazing, eye-grabbing poster; and Amy Brunson, Cadillaktrix who greenlighted the show.
But I shan’t see the Black Lips again. That’s not anything about how much I care about Jackson. Despite my extensive support for the show and some limited, early-on personal involvement (before the venue graciously took over, I was going to personally guarantee the show along with Wes + Chaney, much as Swingset used to do all the time with Martin’s & you + Jaxxie have done a zillion times, notably with Rogue Wave), I just didn’t dig them that much.
I will try to better about pointing out how shows performed in terms of support instead of just whether I liked the bands or not. Similarly, the Heartless Bastards show recently at the Red Room was packed. I thought the show itself was “meh,” even though I now can’t quit listening to the record. Part of it is that, as I get older, I’m just not feeling the need to go to live shows from bands I don’t know and don’t get the charge from them (although my favorite shows of all time have been in the past few years). That doesn’t mean I won’t support, but it does mean I’m not going to hit up every local function (for instance, I did the local flier for Factory Girl and hyped it to pieces, but didn’t actually go to the screening).
i don’t leave many shows early, but i left the black lips early. dark meat (which is, apparently, everybody in athens who sings or plays an instrument, all at once) played first, and totally punked the blips.
Excuse. And a bad one at that. Orange juice without anything is what he needs, or papaya, perhaps.
Have you ever read any biographies of alcohol sopped writers. Yike, yike, yike
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We want more sober writing and now!