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Son, Ambulance / Azure Ray / Bright Eyes Review
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Slowing up to speed: A Night with Lincoln Music History

By Julee Dunekacke

March 9, 2001  |   Sokol Underground  |  Omaha


    

 

     Foreword: This is not a review per se, this is a catalog of my experience learning about places, people, and events which seemed mythic to me before this trip.

     You hear the names get thrown around from time to time. Names like Caulfield Records, Opium Taylor, Lullaby for the Working Class, Saddle Creek, Mogis Brothers. You hear phrases like "back in the day", or about when those Omaha kids invaded the capitol city. To me, these stories are just about as foreign as Norwegian Folklore.

     The night began as I picked up Colby Starck and Matt Silcock with my car. I warned them that the only tapes I had in my car played whiny British music. After Colby showed us his talking Simpsons Dioramas, we picked out a couple of tapes. We almost took a tape of the Geckos, which I found out later was one of Matt's bands where he was new enough at it that he had cheesy stage antics. The tape chosen was a compilation titled "Ultra Glam". The highlight of the tape was getting to hear what the Sparks actually sounded like. After seeing the Ben
Armstrong extravaganza in December, I was very impressed and entertained by the Sparks cover band "Equator". If you can't recall, let me refresh your memory - it was the band that wasn't Plastik Trumpet
or Pablo's Triangle. They wore wigs. It was very cool I don't remember very many of the other bands on the tape, but I do remember Matt saying one chick on there was played female Fonzie equivalent "Leather Tuscadero" on Happy Days. He then demonstrated her patented hip slap, while we listened to the Susie Quatro tune. The tape also had the original version of "I Love Rock and Roll". It made Joan Jett look like a very good musical plastic surgeon.

     Our first stop was the Antiquarium, where Colby put a $35 limit on himself as he walked in the door. In the music section of the Antiquarium, we heard the music of Slowdown Virginia, and their song, which so eloquently talks about "Carol Schrader on a stick". (ASIDE: Carol Schrader is the former anchor of the channel 7 news at six.) Another song by Slowdown Virginia had a quiet breakdown, where you hear some smart-ass kid say "Me Chinese, me play joke, me go pee-pee in your Coke." I looked up and looked around, trying not to laugh at the slur, but it was just so gosh darned funny. I was surprised to find out that this band was a pre-cursor to Cursive, with Tim, Matt, and Steve taking part in Slowdown Virginia.

     I found another opportunity to learn about Lincoln Music History at the checkout. There were a few 8x10 black and white pictures behind the desk. One was of Opium Taylor. I told Matt to tell me what was ongoing n in that picture. He pointed out himself, the lovely Matt Focht behind the drums, with a very nice 6-pack stomach and two other guys I'm sure you all know but I can't remember their names. The picture was taken in 1994 at an after-hours show in a tenement building. Colby was one of the occupants of the apartment and woke up for the show. They played about seven songs before the police showed up. He said that the pictures of the police breaking up the party was inside the album. Somehow Matt's copy of that album never had a case. The guy behind the counter thought that was funny because they had a case without a CD inside. He gave it to Matt so his lonely CD would have a home.

     We stopped to get something to eat at Little King. I always find the Little King in the Old Market weird because it's fast food, but they sell beer. Star Wars was playing on the television, and Colby started drooling. I think he knows every line of that movie by heart. You would too if your bedroom was wallpapered with every single Star Wars action figure ever made, plus you had a bedspread to match! Next a bunch of teenagers came in and one girl gasped and exclaimed "Star Wars!" I saw Colby's eyes dart over to her faster than a jump into hyperspace. It was super funny. It was also the point where Colby became a bigger Mister Baby fan, because "Ghost Girls in Space" name-checks Tattooine.

     We finally got to Sokol Hall. There was a very sweater-vesty, horned rimmed glasses crowd huddled outside the door. There we ran into Fuff's parents, and they're pretty damn cute too.

     We got to talk to Fuff (aka Matt Focht) inside Sokol. His fro was in full effect, so he had a hat to keep it under control. It was at this juncture that I told him something that weighed heavily on me for the past couple of months. I had seen him perform with that Lincoln percussionist all-star outfit, Pablo's Triangle. They've put on two very high-energy shows in the past year. I was up in the front pogo-ing a both of them. That's enough time to form an opinion, so I told Fuff about it. "Hey Matt, did you know you have the best butt in Pablo's Triangle?" Well, it's the truth, isn't it? It was pretty funny. Later Matt S. informed me of Fuff's response, very straight-faced, "that was really nice of her to say that."


     I hardly knew anyone at the show but for Matt and Colby. It seemed like they knew everyone. There were people who used to live in Lincoln but moved back to Omaha, people who used to live in Lincoln but were back in town for the weekend show. People from all around the world.

Eventually talk would turn to "So, how is that hell hole Lincoln turning out?"

     Here's the part that surprised me. Both Matt and Colby had nothing but good stuff to say - they were giving people the "heads up" that somethin's a-brewin' in our fair city. They did try to give them the lincolnzine.com website, but would loose their interest at "but you really have to type www.geoc.." That was a bit frustrating. They'd introduce me to people with vaguely familiar names from bands I really should know since I've lived in Lincoln for the past six years. Then I'd hear "So you've been in Lincoln for 6 years - and you just started playing a band now -- where have you been?"

     Bear with me as I tell this story which I'm sure I've told Matt 3 times, and he is now sick of it!

     When I first came to Lincoln I was armed with a new Fender Squire, a Peavey classic20, and notebooks and notebooks full of high school journal keeping. I found a group of girls who appeared to be really cool, and really in touch with the local music scene. I wanted to be in a band, and I figured that was the place to start. When I came to town my wardrobe consisted of big baggy jeans and t-shirts so big that 5 years before I would've worn them as pajamas. There were a few girls who were fun and interesting and would talk to me, but as for the rest
of them. I just wasn't cool enough with my "Smashing Pumpkins" and "Hole" T-shirts. I didn't own anything Sonic Youth, and I didn't have enough retro leather or a stylish haircut. I was still stuck in the days of grunge. Anyway, it was this pack of snooty girls who turned me off of the Lincoln music scene in 1995.

     Flash back to the present. Many of those snooty girls were at the show, and they were all grown up. Colby filled in the history between then and now on a lot of them. Am I bitter? Naaah. I'm not bitter, I'm in fucking MISTER BABY. (Whew! I'm glad I got that out.)

     The first thing I found curious about this show was the venue itself. I had only seen Guided by Voices at Sokol Underground before. Then I kept to the front of the stage. For Son, Ambulance, we stood to the middle where our sight line was greeted by two big, structurally necessary posts.

     Now join me on another trip into Julee's psyche.

     Ever since I started going to a few local shows in Columbus in 1995, I've had this anger building up inside of me. Then it was because there were 14-year-olds on stage whose parents bought them equipment. It was because they knew people to borrow equipment from. It was because they lived in the same town as the music store and they could do research and test-drive equipment without having their mother complaining about how the ice cream's going to melt if you try to play one more amplifier. They were writing songs and performing. I'd get pissed because deep down inside, I knew I could do better if I had been "given" the same things. The shows that I currently go to in Lincoln do not give me this feeling. I have some degree of respect for whosoever playing. Maybe not Sputnik Kaputnik, but really, who does any have respect for that guy?

     Flash forward to Son, Ambulance. That feeling again haunted me. It was very weird. The lead singer/guitarist Joe Knapp was seated out front. He sang with his eyes closed tight and his head bobbing around a bit. I'm told the mighty Connor Oberst joined him for a few songs. The stage is so low in that place I wouldn't know. (I'm told Connor was playing some keyboard like device as he kneeled next to Joe for a few songs) The drummer (one of the only members I could see) seemed lost at times. The music of Son, Ambulance utilizes weird jazz-happy chords that remind me of easy listening music from the 70's. They played a collection of happy slow songs before leaving the stage.

     As for Azure Ray, I had no idea of what to expect. If one of their members could be in a techno-ish future music band (the Japancakes), and if they could both be in a rock band (Little Red Rocket), and still play with Bright Eyes, they would have to be some sort of musical rainbow coalition of sound. That's worth seeing.

     I was in for a good time. These gals took turns singing lead. Orenda would sing and her sound would be mostly breath. Maria would sing harmonies and they'd be firm and supportive but not overpowering. It was a real game of musical chairs during their set when various members of bright eyes and their touring bassist took turns on instruments from egg shaker and trumpet, to bass and keyboards. The highlights of their set included the song "Rise" which just entranced me with harmonies and low roll of something atmospheric in the background. I also unexpectedly liked the song "Safe and Sound" which borders on the cliché with the chorus "love is when it's lost not when it's found". It's just so gosh darn purty. I recommend their self-titled cd produced by Crooked Fingers/Archers of Loaf Eric Bachman.

     Before Bright Eyes took the stage, Matt S. talked about how he really should be studying the guitar parts of the songs about to be played. This was my first encounter with the music of Bright Eyes. I had heard some tracks before, but nothing really stuck in my memory except for that picture Tery Daly paints of an adolescent boy crying on the floor in the bathroom in the fetal position. I promised myself I would go into this with no prejudice, but that was a tough order. Personally, I believe if you're going to be yelling and screaming on stage you should have the common courtesy to stand up. Jumping is optional. From what I could hear, Connor's voice sometimes sounded like he was sitting on the washing machine on spin cycle. His vocals vibrated in a way that just couldn't be organically possible. Sometimes he just sounded pissed off more than whiny, but the thinking that went into the lyrics made it seem like a pre-meditated pissed off. (My mother always called me whiny when I was pre-meditated pissed off.) I read after the show that there was a Neil Young cover played. I missed that one. What I did not miss was Matt Focht's drumming, and the weird face he was uncontrollably contorting during his performance. Near the end of the set, I was shocked to death by a funky bass line! I was so inspired I started getting my groove on. Colby started beat boxin' and Matt S. started freestyle rapping. I don't remember all of it, but there was definitely something about a school cafeteria in there and maybe a little Carol Schrader just for fun.

     I know I'm not accustomed to Connor's voice yet, because when I hear it live and recorded, I hear an accent of baby talk. I've tried to listen to what's said instead of how it's said, and it's just so hard to block it. The element of baby talk and/or whining much less noticeable live.

     There's another thing about the songs of Bright Eyes that puzzles me. I don't remember hearing a chorus. I remember hearing some emphasized lines in a few songs, and thinking, "That could be a really good chorus." The lines I liked were lines comparing things from the Bible or other forms of literature to the lowest days of adolescent life. I would have thought them to be very deep when I was seventeen. I'll probably think of them as "deep" again when I'm thirty-five, but until then, it seems like an act to me. However, it's an act with good music. The keyboard blips and added elements of an alto clarinet and trumpet kept it interesting for me.

     One song, once again, I'm ignorant to the title, Connor gave a shout out, "This one is dedicated to Matt Silcock". Colby and I started cheering, and I did the big Wayne's World "we're not worthy" thing which probably embarrassed him, but he was on beer #5, so it didn't. It probably embarrassed more members of the crowd actually, because so many of them would never admit to stooping down so low in American culture to see "Wayne's World", much less like it, or let their friends know they appreciate the humor.

     Once the show was over, I made a beeline for the merch table to get the angelic voices of Azure Ray in consumable form. They ran out of cd's right after I got there, but I did stand there long enough to get into the www.lazy-i.com picture of the merch table. If you'd like a copy of their cd, and you can't find one in town, you can purchase it at www.thewarmsupercomputer.com.

     We stood around and talked some more and I just felt like jumping around. For some reason I started doing these cheerleader jumps. Maybe it was because of the low ceiling. Maybe it was because I felt all this angst and energy from the show, but no one physically reacted to it in the audience or on stage, so I had to act it out. Maybe it was just because it was such a somber night, and there just needed to be a little silliness!

     After the show, I got to meet "Ted from Lullaby". Luckily I had heard of that band. I also got to show one of the Azure Ray chicks, Maria, the shirt I wore with a little red rocket on it. She thought that was cool. I also told her how they were requested often on KRNU this summer.

     This is where I almost meet Connor. This is where he offers me one of his Princeton Cigarettes. I don't smoke, but you know, I could've sold it on e-bay for maybe $50. HA! He was wearing those reverse-engineered Levi's that only foreigners and New York/LA people wear. I'm telling you people, they're the next big thing.

     We headed out to the party after watching everyone pack. We stand outside and Matt S. tells Fuff stories about how he's wearing Shane's weird shoes and how Shane's doing in Paris. Who is Shane? At that point of the night I thought it was someone I should know, but I didn't know why. You all probably know him, so I'm not going to explain. If you don't, you feel just as lost as I do now. How's that for breaking the third wall in journalism?

     We make it to the party and Prince is on the turntables. Joe from Son, Ambulance is stumbling around the place. A majority of people are on the porch since smoking isn't allowed inside the house.

     More freestyle rapping ensues, only Fuff is also there this time to pass the mic. I can't remember very much else that is anecdotal about the situation. At about 3AM I was stone cold sober, and at 4AM someone decides to put on a copy of Guided By Voices "Alien Lanes". Immediately I started doing my Bob Pollard impressions, cause I just couldn't hold myself back. The schtick included high kicks, jumps, a phantom cigarette, and twirling my pseudo-microphone. By the end of side one I had the meek Joe from Son, Ambulance singing along to the choruses and trying out some high kicks. I almost had him singing into a broom. Now I'm not trying to change the boy, I'm just trying to give him a little backbone. I thought this was so hilarious considering the spite for that genre a few Guided By Voices fans I know have. I also thought it a bit weird because the Bright Eyes/Son, Ambulance stage presence is about as far away as you can get from the Guided By Voices stage show in the rock music genre. The Azure Ray girls thought this was funny too, and they told us how they're covering "Motor Away" on a 7 inch as little red rocket. Keep your eyes peeled for it!

     It was one fabulous night, and on the way back we listened to supposed comedian NEIL HAMBURGER! The guy isn't really that funny, but listening to Matt and Colby giggle non-stop until the Ashland exit was very entertaining. It also kept me awake. It was such a fun night, that I was compelled to write about it. I hope this helps all the newbies with the Lincoln music legacy. There's a lot of interesting stuff there if you just take the time and listen.

-- Julee Dunekacke
    2001

March 21st 2001


LINKS:

Bright Eyes:   http://www.saddle-creek.com/
Caulfield Records:   http://www.caulfieldrecords.com/
Matt Silcock: High Knee Records:   http://highknee.4mg.com/  , Think  / The Trendies / T.V. City Band Profiles
Colby Starck: The Bobbi Conn website: http://www.southern.net/southern/band/BCONN/
Julee Dunekacke: Sockeye Marigold Band Profile / Mister Baby Band Profile


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