Prologue
Dear Readers,
I write this under the influence of a fever and, I fear, some sort of stomach flu. If my prose lapses into dream-speak or otherwise diverges from the linear, forgive me.
Love, Jennifer
Chapter One
They smile at each other, slap knees, and pass the pipe as talk of those days flutters back and forth. Oh, the protests! Oh, the music! Oh, the hair and clothes, flowing long. It was a beautiful time. If only we could revisit it, they think, swapping out another Dead album on the turntable for some Joni Mitchell. Wait! Someone says, we can. Yes, it's true. Thursday night, Joanne Rand channels the '60s, reviving psychedelic folk, passion and sincerity — take that, you ironic hipsters of today! — this Thursday night at Mad River Brewing Company from 6 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. Locally renowned pianist Tim Randles accompanies.
Chapter Two
She wants to just say, "Look. Listen." A glance, a snippet, what more do they need to know? Must she say out loud that this band is sex on a stick? The idea of objectifying them troubles her — slightly — but sweet Jesus, look at them. Even in the still pictures, that dark timeless handsomeness shimmies off the screen, all sugar and swagger. Seeing them live, the way the trio plays conduit for a delicately restrained garage rock that every so often bursts into something straightforward and raw — The Blakes bring everything a girl or boy could want, sex and love and rock and roll, all for a mere $15 at Humboldt Brews on Thursday night. Oh, she is looking forward to this. Doors at 9:30 p.m. The Trouble, appropriately, opens.
Chapter Three
Do you know Mark Farina? Here is some info about him: "While exploring purist forms of house music, Mark developed his trademark style, known as 'Mushroom Jazz': acid jazz infused with the West Coast's organic productions along with urban beats." I wanted to tell you more, but opened a door into his website and haven't returned to the outside world since. Some respected judges of this sort of thing consider Farina one of the top DJs in the world. Lucid Dream Lab Productions present him at Arcata Theatre Lounge, also on Thursday. Doors open at 9 p.m. $30 at the door, $25 advanced tickets are available at People's Records, DTA, Wildberries and The Works, and the show is 21-and-over.
Chapter Four
Hi, DJ Red!
Of course I can include info about your '80s night on Friday! I totally love your '80s nights! They're like actually being in a rad club in the '80s except no cocaine and fewer Porsches! Also fewer fluorescent socks. Also I don't, like, know about the cocaine, it's just a thing I heard. Also, happy birthday! All vinyl at the Jambalaya with DJ Zephyr — and free? Bitchin!
Chapter Five
One time I danced at Soul Night in boots far too high for that sort of thing. Another time I wore pleather pants that disintegrated off my body from all the sweat-inducing hip-shaking. Neither aching feet nor the implied danger of my clothes literally falling apart detracted from the fun. Never stop dancing, Humboldt. Dress to impress — no pleather — Saturday night at Humboldt Brews as Soul Night celebrates two years of DJs Matt and Adam and friends making your booty shake. Doors at 9 p.m., tickets are $5.
Chapter Six
"Tell me what am I supposed to do/Tell me what am I supposed to do/Tell me what am I supposed to do/Tell me what am I supposed to do. ..." OK! You're supposed to call KHUM (786-5486), request "The Cage" and then say, "Oh, yeah, that crazy song," and then go experience Sallie Ford & the Sound Outside with Wooden Indian Burial Ground at Humboldt Brews Saturday at 9:30 p.m. Tickets are $15 and only a fool would wait to buy them. There!
Chapter Seven
Tapping nodding shaking grooving shimmying. Mind freed by music in an electronic shortcut to meditation. Happily lost somewhat confused unafraid even as the crescendo builds. Cave's music is "rolling funk minimalism"? Sure that'll do. Some instrumental music leaves me cold, but this is all hot energy and I'm wanting more. Maybe that's the fever talking — don't worry just go to the Ink Annex on Monday night (time TBA) and lose your mind. It'll be a good trip, promise.
Chapter Eight
For hours I've been writing this in between posting clever Facebook status updates ("Someone come kill fly now!") and wondering why the kitchen is so far from the bed when I desperately need some peppermint tea and is it bad to drink raspberry cordial if you're ill? At long last we've come to a rare Alibi show featuring Total Punk Records artist Buck Biloxi and the Fucks out of New Orleans. By the end of the previous sentence, you should have known if that's the sort of thing that appeals to you. I can do no more. Five bucks, late show, drinking age and up only.
Chapter Nine
I'm fading, but must remind you that Hank 3, the king of hellbilly himself, plays the Mateel Community Center on Wednesday, Oct. 16. Check this out: the show is divided into four parts. "Hank 3 and The Damn Band" go full-throttle country for the first two hours, next the band transforms into "A Fiendish Threat," pumping out a 30-minute set of its latest hardcore punk horror rock a la The Misfits. "Attention Deficit Domination" features "ADD doom metal" and a showing of the short film Tribulation 99 about aliens who took refuge under the earth's surface after escaping their own dying planet called Quetzalcoatl in the year 1000. (Are you with me? We can do this.) For the grand finale the band rocks the "3 Bar Ranch" segment of the show, which can best be described as "speed metal with cattle calling." Doors open at 7 p.m. Tickets are $25 and you should board that crazy train in advance.
Epilogue
The above listings are just a smattering of what's out there and largely based on what the organized types sent to music@northcoastjournal.com. Check out the Music and More Grid and Eight Days a Week for more stuff to do. Stay healthy, my friends.
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