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All our gods are on the wall
Mission of Burma, two nights in a row at the Bowery Ballroom: absolutely amazing. I don't say this only because ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ericmvan got us comp tickets. This was the tour to celebrate the remastered, definitive editions of their three original albums, so they performed the entirety of Signals, Calls & Marches (1981) on the first night and Vs. (1982) on the second, with non-album or previously unreleased songs like "Max Ernst," "Devotion," or "Forget" (to name three I love) wherever most chronologically appropriate. I had heard all but one of the songs before, but easily half of them from studio, demo, or live recordings only. And frankly, I thought their performances this weekend were better than any version on CD. They're spikier in person, noisier in the best of ways; all sorts of things are going on in the music. The same way some people grow into their faces, after twenty-eight years they sound even more like themselves. How awesome is that? Now I want them to record all their new songs.
There may be more description when I have slept slightly more than an average of five hours per night. There will not be photographs, since I forgot to bring my camera and therefore have exactly one picture (of a mural in the American Museum of Natural History) taken on my cellphone, which I did not buy for its photographic qualities. We ate at two terrific restaurants, Café El Portal and 'inoteca. We did not have time for the Strand. Otherwise—
gwynnega does a brief and beautiful job with mad science. They were iridescent blue and orange, and they would have been my flesh and bone.
I do not agree with this reviewer, but as snark goes, he's first-rate.
Apparently I am polysemic.
Anything else will have to wait until I've woken up.
ericmvan got us comp tickets. This was the tour to celebrate the remastered, definitive editions of their three original albums, so they performed the entirety of Signals, Calls & Marches (1981) on the first night and Vs. (1982) on the second, with non-album or previously unreleased songs like "Max Ernst," "Devotion," or "Forget" (to name three I love) wherever most chronologically appropriate. I had heard all but one of the songs before, but easily half of them from studio, demo, or live recordings only. And frankly, I thought their performances this weekend were better than any version on CD. They're spikier in person, noisier in the best of ways; all sorts of things are going on in the music. The same way some people grow into their faces, after twenty-eight years they sound even more like themselves. How awesome is that? Now I want them to record all their new songs.There may be more description when I have slept slightly more than an average of five hours per night. There will not be photographs, since I forgot to bring my camera and therefore have exactly one picture (of a mural in the American Museum of Natural History) taken on my cellphone, which I did not buy for its photographic qualities. We ate at two terrific restaurants, Café El Portal and 'inoteca. We did not have time for the Strand. Otherwise—
gwynnega does a brief and beautiful job with mad science. They were iridescent blue and orange, and they would have been my flesh and bone.I do not agree with this reviewer, but as snark goes, he's first-rate.
Apparently I am polysemic.
Anything else will have to wait until I've woken up.
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I'm keeping a close eye on it . . .
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I'm very glad to hear that.