Month: November 2014

Happy Neil Young’s birthday, everybody.  In 1993, under circumstances now murky, our show in Madison is cancelled and we end up shoehorned onto a bill at a club called Brett’s in Milwaukee, a place never heard of before or since (and in fact one I can find no sign of through popular search engines).  We opened with three Neil Young songs and closed with one more.  But my primary topic of the day is the forever young Jad Fair.  Our 1998 tour in support of Strange But True continued at the Middle East in Boston 16 years ago today.  We not only convinced Jad to perform “Calling All Girls,” but four years before the Mission of Burma reunion we also get Roger Miller–whose Binary System opened–to pick up a guitar and blast out “I Walk Through Walls” and “Rebel Rebel” with us.  Things are a lot quieter on stage when Georgia and I opened for Half Japanese at Chicago’s Cubby Bear in 1988, in fact, it’s the proverbial too quiet.  Faced with a coin-op basketball game that’s competing with Georgia and my acoustical sweet nothings, I earn soundman extraordinaire Gary “Elvis” Schepers lasting respect by sacrastically asking him to increase its volume in the monitors.  In subsequent years he’ll appreciatively recount the incident pretty much whenever we cross paths, far from the usual house engineer reaction to my uh dry wit.  For me the most memorable patter of  the evening came at our pre-show Thai dinner when one member of Half Japanese (I want to say John Sluggett) requested of his server a dish “as hot as you can make it” and lived to tell the tale.

 

 

 

 

We did a few dates in support of Strange But True, our 1998 collaboration with Jad Fair, the first of which came on this date in Providence.  I loved those shows.  There were two drum kits on stage–when we did Half Japanese songs, James and Jad played guitars and Georgia and I played drums.  Between those and the new record, we still found time for Jad to sing “Big Day Coming” and, on this night, Ian Whitcomb’s “You Turn Me On.”  (Somewhere is an unfinished recording we made of that.)  Three years ago we took part in Norton Records’ gala 25th anniversary.  In our Condo Fucks guise, we backed up the Great Gaylord for 20 raucous minutes, the highlight of which might have been our interaction with MC Kim Fowley.  When he couldn’t be located, it was suggested that we go on anyway to keep the long night as close to on-time as possible, which was fine with us.  Not so fine was when Fowley belatedly took the stage as we were concluding our warmup number–we wanted to be the ones to bring the Great Gaylord on.  So I just let my guitar feed back and James and Georgia maintained a suitable racket, and when Kim Fowley realized we weren’t going to give him space for his spiel, he left.  And Gaylord killed.  More 11/11 backing band action: Ann Arbor, 1995, Stephen Pastel sings “Speeding Motorcycle,” the overlap in the Venn diagram of the Yo La Tengo and Pastels repertoires; and Leuven, Belgium, 2009, Wreckless Eric and Amy Rigby sing Eric’s (by way of Tommy Roe) “Dizzy.”

 

Our one and as yet only shows in Moorhead, Minnesota and Istanbul occur on this date.  The former, in 1993, features an impromptu four-song acoustic set when our rock proves too powerful for the electrical system.  Preceding the latter, in 2012, our touring party is strolling the city streets when Joe Puleo spots a battery-operated doll that bears an uncanny resemblance to guitar tech Gil Divine (who coincidentally will be ending his nine-year tenure with the organization after the concert in Istanbul).  Joe makes a purchase without so much as a haggle, scandalizing our guides, and the next night Gils lil’ and big join us on “Nuclear War,” with James throwing Georgia’s “tell ’em about it” line Gil’s way instead.  Also on November 10 is a 1995 appearance at the Cabaret Metro in Chicago, for the first time since the previous summer’s Lollapalooza.  We invite our side stage-mates the Coctails–traveling sans their doppelgangers–to help us out, and the four of them shuffle on and off the stage throughout the night, as owners of the “Sugarcube ” cd and The Lounge Ax Defense & Relocation Compact Disc will need no reminding.

 

Oddly, we’ve only played three shows on this date over the years, and even one of those nearly didn’t happen.  A few underperforming concerts cut drastically into the endowment at Stache’s in Columbus in 1988.  Accurately predicting that the paying audience for the Half Japanese/Yo La Tengo bill would not cover our guarantees, the promoter tried to cancel at the last minute, only to find that we’re not that easily gotten rid of.  Both bands agreed to play for the door, split 60/40 for Half Japanese, which in our case totaled $24.  Handed a twenty and a five, we were asked if we could make change.  Demonstrating the hardball tactics without which we could have never survived this cutthroat business, we said no.  In 2006, we play with Minotaur Shock in Cambridge, England–even looking at the setlist, all I can really remember about this day is a pre-soundcheck band outing to go see Borat.

 

Thirty years of shows, and a combined four of them in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania; Bozeman, Montana; and Zagreb, Croatia–mostly on this date.  In 1988, Georgia and I kick off a duo acoustic tour at Play It Again Records in Bethlehem where, I’m happy to report, it remains open for business (closes at 8pm tonight).  Five years later, we are at the Filling Station in Bozeman.  The promoter brings us to his apartment for a delicious posole dinner (though Georgia will cause a minor scandal by adapting his recipe to include greens), and then it’s off to the club.  Opener Don Caballero arrive so late, they don’t end up playing.  No such controversy in Zagreb last year–we’re the only band on the bill.  Awesome show!

 

 

 

On this day 27 years ago, Georgia and I play an in-store at Rocks in Your Head.  It’s our very first acoustic show, and consequently the first time Georgia ever spends the better part of a set singing.  When we release Fakebook three years later, three songs will date back to that night: “You Tore Me Down,” “Andalucia” and “Oklahoma USA.”  Also on November 7, a couple of benefit concerts.  In 2005, we are among the “others” at Wedrock in Los Angeles, raising money to fight for legalized gay marriage (Torii Hunter sends his regrets).  The response to our performance, even our version of “Hey Paula” with revised lyrics (“Hey hey, Paul, I wanna marry you”), is tepid at best.  Things go better at the I’m Not There show at the Beacon Theater two years later, a concert for 826 National.  With Terry Adams, Stanley “Buckwheat” Dural, and Pete Phillips on hand, I sing “I Wanna Be Your Lover,” then John Convertino takes over for Georgia on the drums, and she comes up front to sing “Fourth Time Around” (David Mansfield played too).  (And in Manchester in 2009, scene of Dylan’s so-called Albert Hall concert, we encore with “I Wanna Be Your Lover,” aided by Euros Childs and Stephen Black.)