"It's been three bars, change the time signature again!" bullshit I'd ever heard.
No. Through I would have thrown stuff at that band too.not this ?
I'm not proud of throwing beer bottles at the Pretenders. I loved the Pretenders. But then I did a lot of things I am not proud of in 1980....but throwing bottles at the Pretenders?
You generalize about punk as much as (or more than) I generalize about meandering hippie noodle music, so glass houses and all that.I'd certainly rather hear a band do multiple time changes though expensive amps than listen to some band play a shitty punk line, out of tune, no less, and see drool on their chins, fighting an infection in their scrotum-piercing, whilst they masturbate over the instruments they've stolen from real musicians as they rot in their hands.
You generalize about punk as much as (or more than) I generalize about meandering hippie noodle music, so glass houses and all that.
Fair enough. I get wound up about things, it's my nature.I suppose your vehemence, re: your criticism connotes denegration.
I suppose we all do.I have a huge category in my brain of very talented musicians that I can't stand.
Ha - good point. I think we quit "practising" when we were about 15 and rehearsed after that. But you do still hear grown people talking about going to "practice." Thanks for reminding me, I can steal that now.I prefer the jazz and classical scene. At least the assholes there bathe occasionally, and refer to rehearsal as "rehearsal," not "practice."
I thought that was part of my charm?!No, you generalise more, I think.
No. That's the point that I (and Purple Stickpin) have been trying to make for weeks around here.There is just too much going on under the cover-all label of Jazz, that to speak of Jazz simply ends up in multiple separate conversations.
I could be wrong (more than likely) but I thought Punk was a more unified or consistent endeavour when it came to its expression in music. No?
We played with James Chance and the Contortions back in '80 or '81 and I'm pretty sure you could call that punk jazz (if you had to classify it). All that NO WAVE/NO NEW YORK noise stuff was reaching its peak at the time.
My dealings with them were minimal. We opened for them somewhere in Chicago, so maybe they were on good behavior being away from home. But really didn't speak to them much except about gear geek shit ("Is that an Electro Harmonix flanger? Where the hell did you get it?!"). Mr. Chance was extremely normal, calm and friendly. Until he got on stage and started slapping himself and hitting cymbals with his forehead...I heard some naughty stories about that band, MJP (who I think, is Sea Chanteys salsa) what were you're dealings with that band?