fuckthecoathangers

last night. hey do you want to see a band tonight? sure, who’s playing? all the saints and the coathangers. yeah, i want to see both those bands! you want to see the coathangers? yeah, they’re getting a lot of internet love, and they have some good songs on their myspace page… dude. what? forget it. okay, what time is the show? all the saints come on at 12. coathangers probably at 1. cool, see you there. see you there. feeeeeeeeeeeeeeedback, and then… all the saints play faithful sabbath meets nirvana, in sebagos, with a giant metal fleur de lis. they are loud, sludgy, and intense. they thank us for our energy, or something else appropriately self-depricating. the coathangers begin setting up. there are lots of people on stage. it’s kind of a party scene. they’re talking, hanging out, lookin’ cobrasnake. a tech guy walks around checking all the equipment, amps, guitar, bass, keyboard, drums. he appears to be showing the girls how each piece of equipment works. he twists a knob on the guitarist’s vintage mesa boogie amp. he tells her what level to keep it on, something like that. then he fixes the drums, talks to the giddy drummer, a female tommy lee with full-color tats running down both skinny arms. she’s talking, and laughing, and forgetting to light her cigarette. the keyboard player sits on a marshall stack, smiling. the roadie continues his tour of the stage. tightening, testing everything. they begin playing. woah. people around us are wondering how many times they have played before an audience. or if perhaps this is their first time playing their instruments at all. it reminds us of high school bands. the familiar drum fills. barely three chords. the clunky bass. two poking notes from the keyboard. but slower. each one tries singing. adding a little something bratty to each song. are these the songs from the internet? there is a disconnect. as they play they smile and if one of them isn’t singing
	Published: 2007-09-21 Provider: GoldenFiddle