The ol’ eardrums are “listening forward” to the week-point-five beginning next Wednesday with a mix of outright ecstatic anticipation and utter terror. Here’s my lineup:<\/p>\n
Oct. the 12<\/strong>th<\/sup><\/strong>: <\/strong>Boris<\/a>.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n Oct. the 16<\/strong>th<\/sup><\/strong>: <\/strong>Frank Turner & The Sleeping Souls<\/a>.1<\/sup><\/span><\/p>\n<\/li>\n Oct. the 20th<\/sup>: <\/strong>School Of Rock Seattle<\/a>2<\/sup> \/ The Felice Brothers<\/a>.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n Oct. the 21st<\/sup>: <\/strong>Built To Spill<\/a>.3<\/sup><\/p>\n<\/li>\n Oct. the 22<\/strong>nd<\/strong><\/sup>: <\/strong>The Fastbacks<\/a> \/ Mudhoney<\/a> \/ Thee Emergency<\/a>.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n \n The Felices probably won’t be too<\/em> loud; and while School Of Rock are performing a \u201cgrunge\u201d set, they are, after all, teenaged kids. But everything else here should be ear-splittingly fabulous.<\/p>\n Yes, by the way, I do<\/em> own a set o’ earplugs. They’re even somewhat fancy, designed specially for concert-listening: reduce the decibellage, but don’t muffle the sound. They work well enough, and I certainly don’t shy at wearing them for opening acts. Alas, the earplug experience just can’t match the nekkid-ear live rock and\/or roll, so they needs must be removed for the headliners.4<\/sup><\/p>\n Not usually an issue, in point of fact. But with so many super-loud gigs crammed into such a short space of time, it could get a bit harrowing. Well, the earplugs will be in tow, at any rate.<\/p>\n Looking ahead to November, I daresay that, should the ears survive October, my time has finally come to witness the great Richard Thompson<\/a> in person. So many times he’s rolled through town, and so many times I’ve balked5<\/sup> at the $50 ticket-price Sir Richard commands (er, has he been knighted yet?). But, lo and behold, it’s only $30 \u2013 and hopefully a bit less than that<\/i> via craigslist. Incredibly stoked!<\/p>\n Wild Flag<\/a> are also on the November horizon. While I’m rather despondent that Corin’s having formed her own band, and Carrie’s and Janet’s having formed their<\/i> own band seems to indicate that the Sleater-Kinney “hiatus” is indeed a permanent break; can’t deny that I’m looking forward to seeing Carrie and Janet in action again. (Can’t deny, neither, that I loved Corin’s record…too bad she never toured Hawaii the Big Island.)<\/p>\n Here ends the most music-hipster\/-geek post in this blog’s history. If it ever had any readers aside from my mom, it probably won’t now. (And it surely<\/i> won’t given the friggin’ footnotes which follow below. But, hey, if you’re gonna be a geek, may as well go the whole nine yards, eh?) <\/p>\n 1: Have been meaning, for quite some time, to write about his new album, England Keep My Bones<\/em>; as well as the handful of other obsessions currently dominating my music device. Can never seem to find the time, however. Suffice to say that the new album is a freaking masterpiece; and that if y’ wanna see ’em live, get tix now, as every show to-date has sold out!<\/p>\n 2: If you’ve not seen the documentary Rock School<\/i>, which helped spawned the various satellite Schools Of Rock modeled after the original, in Philadelphia, all I can say is: run, don’t walk, to the nearest library, bittorrent client, or rental establishment! Do not<\/i>, repeat not<\/i>, however, make the mistake of attempting to screen the horrifically unwatchable Richard Linklater fictionalisation (titled, confusingly enough, School Of Rock<\/i>).<\/p>\n 3: Their only U.S. performance this year!<\/p>\n 4: I did, once, keep ’em in even for the headline act, a few years ago, noting the stacks and oceans of amplification equipment being rolled onstage for Dinosaur, Jr.. Took them out mid-set for, ah, about two-thirds of one second before determining that there are just some places to which human ears were not meant to venture.<\/p>\n 5: Kind of ironic, truth be told, as apart from Robyn Hitchcock and Wilco, Sir Richard is the artist by whom I own the most bootlegs. Granted, it’s a pretty distant third; and granted too that I’ve only seen Wilco in person twice<\/em>. But still, given my avowed passion for the Richard Thompson live experience, one would have thought…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The ol’ eardrums are “listening forward” to the week-point-five beginning next Wednesday with a mix of outright ecstatic anticipation and utter terror. Here’s my lineup: Oct. the 12th: Boris. Oct. the 16th: Frank Turner & The Sleeping Souls.1 Oct. the … Continue reading
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