A few weeks ago I went to the Screaming Females set at the Echoplex. Jonathan Harry Weinberg was playing drums for opening band La Sera. Hi Jon.
Generally speaking, unless you're Dr. Know of the Bad Brains or Tom Verlaine, I'm not too interested in "guitar solos". Wildly self-indulgent guitarists of any stripe just make me want to leave a room, (sorry metal dudes). Nevertheless, there's always an exception or two to such an admittedly baloney rule.
Enter Marissa Paternoster.
The above footage was shot on a tired Canon G9, which is why the quality is so grainy and the audio is all blown out. Still, if you give it a whirl around the 4:30 mark you might discover everything that ever made improvised and amplified rock music such a revelation in the first place.
Perhaps not since the first go-round of J. Mascis has anybody made makin' noodles in the underground look this good. There's something about Paternoster's dead serious shredding that reminds me just how strange and amazing it is that we can make music at all. It gives me a wonderful feeling.
Thanks Marissa, Jarrett and King Mike.
In other news, we've been up to our asses in designing/building a film set for a work project, recording a 35-minute composition for a short film, learning how to live with a squinty-eyed deaf puppy, hosting house guests (hi Eric and Avena), prepping art work for two group shows, djing a really bad/dark/lurker set on dublab.com, assembling a bicycle (?), and trying to occasionally eat and get some rest.