i was just reminiscing about the most exciting show i went to last year, at the vox populi art gallery in philadelphia. it was a noise show, headlined by a kim/thurston side project. christ, i can't even remember what they called themselves. i want to say mirror/dash.
well, as luck would have it, my friend [user herbiewhat], i don't even know how this was arranged, but it was arranged that thurston would be using his friend's amp, and that got him and 4 of his friends into the show early and free. can you see where this is going? haha i should do this post in installments. but i won't.
anyway, we got into the show early to bring in the amp. (you know i think it was that herbie knew someone who ran vox populi? maybe? i could be totally wrong.)
the actual show was in a loft-attic type space above the art gallery. very dirty-warehouse feeling. there are a few kids there early, sort of milling around and basking in their own hipness or what have you. and out of a back door in the corner, there he fucking appears, and he walks straight down the center of the room, and [user underlinen] and i, well we probably gasped out loud. hm. herbiewhat isn't much of a fan of sonic youth, either, if i remember correctly, he was more cordial and businesslike with thurston. well herbiewhat went and spoke to thurston in the middle of the room, making sure the amp was ok i guess, and underlinen and i stood basically frozen drooling.
then we hear herbie say "oh yeah and these are my friends adam and andrew" and he brings thurston over to us and thurston is about fifteen feet taller than i am and he just goes "oh hey guys what's up?" and i admit it, my voice sounded like a 5-year-old girl's. all i could say was "hello" and he put out his hand and shook my hand and then underlinen's. first of all all i could think was "this is the hand that recorded daydream, goo, dirty, evol, sister, confusion, washing machine, jet set, blah blah drool." luckily i did not say that out loud. well my mouth felt cemented or constricted or something.
gah! then he went back through the little door in the corner and underlinen and i just sort of stood beaming like schoolgirls and not saying anything.
so the show goes on, the acts for the most part are good, thurston and kim were just plain hot together. then there is another act after thurston. oh god what are they called, it is a two-person free improv jazzy kind of act, a drummer and a sax player. they are fucking manic and so great to watch. i have made my way behind the playing space because by now the loft is quite crowded, so i had milled my way back to where the amps and piles of crap were, with a few other people.
and fucking thurston comes back out of the door as the free improv duo is starting; he pops open a goddamn beer and sits on the amp right next to me, and we both watched the set - i like to think together! and then they finished one of their long snakey crazy numbers and i yelled out "yeah!" and he yelled out "do it again!" a few times, the whole time drinking his beer on the amp next to me and wearing those yellow sneakers i had seen in so many googled pics, the ones with the blue stars on or something.
ok ok so i sound like a slobbering fangirl but i don't care. i know i'm giving into the whole corporate rock star hero worship idea that is really bad for music's integrity but you know what fuck it thurston moore is hot and one of my favorite guitarists. you would cry too if it happened to you!
i should probably add to this that at some time during the show, when i was waiting in the bathroom line outside the room, kim passed me in the hall. but i did not want to be an annoying pissant so i just smiled at her. she only came up to my shoulder! yeah the whole night felt quite surreal. underlinen went back in by himself after the show, supposedly to talk to kim, but i think he's fulla shit.Sonic Youth
, Thurston Moore
, Kim Gordon