Posted Wednesday, October 8, 2003 at 5:08 PM
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I have very little patience for Americana. Maybe it's from growing up in the south and having a desire to distance myself from all things that could be construed as "southern." I know, I know, Americana can be midwestern or for that matter can be associated with any part of the States. Call it roots music, call it whatever you want. For the most part I don't care much for it. So it was with very little concern on my part that I had the opportunity to bear witness to an indie rock rarity, a bit of indie rock history if you will: a performance by one D.C. Berman of Silver Jews fame. To sweeten the deal (if you're into these sorts of deals) he was joined by indie-folk impressario Will Oldham (Palace, Palace Brothers, Palace Music, Bonnie Prince Billy, et. al.) and a bandmate of mine that I don't care to mention. What followed was the most pathetic, inept, vapid, banal display of bullshit indie rock posturing I've yet to bear witness to. If you've heard the records you already know Berman can't sing, but I'll be goddamned if he can't play either. I knew already because every guitar part he put to tape in Nashville for Bright Flight had to be replaced, but it was far worse than I expected. Was he coked out of his gourd? Probably. Oldham didn't even bother playing anything. He just stood on the stage with that crazed look in his eyes, occasionally singing (read shouting) into the microphone. Was this historic? Apparently. Berman refuses to play live so I saw something that many don't have the opportunity to (with another star no less). Frighteningly, lots of people would pay money to have seen it. Was it memorable? Kind of. It isn't everyday that one is afforded the opportunity to see grown men humiliate themselves with their own self-important infantilism. Am I glad I saw it? Of course. I love being disillusioned and bitching about it.
Baby Jane's in Acapulco, we're all flying down to Riooooooooooooo



Quote from etcetera on Oct. 8, 2003 at 5:16 PM