Showing posts with label black lips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black lips. Show all posts

9/06/2011

Pretty cool garage rock documentary



New Garage Explosion!!: In Love With Times is a documentary on todaze garage rock/pop scene in the US of A, that to my knowledge isn't "released" yet. Nobunny, Ty Segall, Hunx and His Punx, Girls, Jay Reatard (RIP), Black Lips + many more from your "hair dyeing/shaving" playlist get some ample talking head/stage time in this fairly low key movie that I'd like point out is embedded above at 1 hr 14 min & 53 sec because it's not a trailer – it's the whole damn thing! So to all my readers (??) who are just starting the grind of a new school year this week, skip class and watch this instead. 'Cause that's tuh-otally punk roc2k11.

1/16/2011

Read my lips

So, Black Lips happened this past Friday, right?



RIGHT.

I don't know the exact details, but words like "100th anniversary" and "Sailor Jerry" were thrown in and around "secret show," "Black Lips," and "free!!!" (the last of which I'm fluent in).

According to their Wikipedia page, under sub-header Live Shows:

"The Black Lips have a reputation for crazy live shows that have included vomiting (Cole's medical condition), urination, nudity, electric R.C. car races, fireworks, a chicken, and flaming guitars."
None of these happened, unfortunately. But here's what did. I think they opened with either "Katrina" or "Cold Hands," but honestly, how can you remember anything when the bar is mixing complimentary rum cocktails right before anyone's set? I do remember when they played "Dirty Hands" (the alt-slow dance song of 2010?) I dirtied my pants a little. Then they went into a Jacques Dutronc cover that lasted like 7 minutes and my lips turned black from smiling so hard. When they ended with "Bad Kids," someone threw their beer at me and it stained my favorite sweater. Um, WORTH IT.


~70 min later, show's over. Everyone stumbles into the alley out of Mercury, feeling like we all just made out with each other. Think to myself this might be the closest I'll ever get to being within a 1/2 mile radius of The Viper Room circa River Phoenix's death. Can't physically confirm yet, but if we all wake up with mono tomorrow, pretty sure what night to blame it on.