Inspiration: Bar McKinnon gig
Created: Sun 8 Jun 2003 15:45
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On Friday night, Jud and I headed in to the Green Room in the city to see Bar McKinnon (of Mr Bungle and Secret Chiefs 3). He was supported by the Thrush Court Bombers (five guys dressed in eighties clobber playing covers of songs like Danger Zone) and The Grey Daturas (a wall of noise which I choose to describe in the following way: ehh. They did, however, project a movie behind this wall of noise which looked like it was from the seventies, and was about a fire at a hospital, which had me enthralled).
Bar is a saxophonist, keyboardist, bassist, flutist, and more when he plays with the aforementioned bands. In other words, he knows his way 'round an instrument or two. Unfortunately, not much of this came through at his solo show. For the first couple of songs, he played jazzy numbers on the flute and saxamaphone, and as I sunk further into my chair (which is quite difficult to do on a wooden chair), I thought I was in for a great night. But Bar's show was plagued with technical issues (feedback when feedback was not wanted, some things being fed through the speakers too high, some too low, difficulty in getting samples to play at the right times etc.), and after these first two songs, he mainly just sat and sang to a backing demo, or perhaps a bit of guitar.
I don't think this is what anyone expected. Bar came across as quite nervous - I'm not sure whether this was because he isn't used to being alone (unmasked) on stage, or because so many things were going wrong. The most annoying thing about it was that if you listened really hard and cut through all of that (and let's face it, the fact that half the songs were just pre-recorded bits on mini-disc should not go unnoticed) you could tell that there were some really great songs in there. Bar has quite a cool voice too - but the highlights really were the saxaphone solos. More of this next time, please.
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Posted by homercrowley on Thu 18 Sep 2003 19:47 #