she mob, delectric, and dj ouchy the clown
REMEMBER THIS: Okay, so the Friday the 13th theme didn't really come off, but that was never the real point of this event. More like, throw yourself a party in your own space with two cool local bands (who happen to be our friends), a dom clown dj (complete with bullwhip), and a bunch of other friends. How could it be bad? (Okay, the guest of honor could have gotten sick, but that didn't happen this year.) I should also note that I did the sound for this gig, and considering that there were no soundchecks, it was pretty good.
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REMEMBER THIS:
If a show must go on, let it be a show like this: the unexpected
comfort of an annual gathering of the like-minded (or at least like-eared),
the satisfying juxtapostion of angular and droning harmonics, a sandwich from
that market on the way, sunny but cool, infinite view.
Rova continues to make its case to the converted, finally breaking the proscenium
of the mountain amphitheater to perform a piece, unseen force-stylee, that took
advantage of the sonic cradle.
Adam Lane's Full Throttle Orchestra's sonic wall of sorrow was the heart-
stopper, though. It cleared the sound of those chirping locators that firefighters wear
out of my head.
ABOUT 200 PEOPLE WERE WITH ME,
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