Wednesday, May 13, 2009

In Which I Disclose The Meaning Of Life To You

If I ever write an authobiography, you can be sure of two things. First, the title of this entry will be the title to one of the chapters, if not the entire book, and two, I will lie about the size of my penis.

But that's not what we're here to talk about today. No, I'm dropping in to disclose the meaning of life as I currently understand it. And that meaning is that you should drop whatever you're doing and go see these guys any time they're within a 3 hour drive of you. I saw them late last week. It was, far and away, the best concert I have ever been to. Ever. And keep in mind, I've watched The Suicide Girls take their clothes off while twirling a Hula Hoop. Try to imagine what it would be like if James Brown dropped acid right before going on stage. Or better yet, what would happen if you dropped acid and went to a James Brown concert. You'd probably see an Indian dude prancing around in nothing but a yellow cape, a plastic Darth Vader helmet and a pair of hot pants.

And by the way ladies, this is not a man who spends a great deal of time, (i.e. "any"), doing sit-ups or push-ups. Here's a picture. And I will tell you that depsite a physique that says "I am far more familiar with Kentucky Fried Chicken than I should be", this is the coolest guy in the room. When he's performing, you will want to be him, although later, when you look down at yourself and see your toes, you'll rethink part of that. But goddamn that voice!

The band Khan surrounds himself with is the tightest group I've ever seen. Didn't miss a note while pounding through what I can only call garage-punk-soul at an energy level that bordered on obscene. As did the hot pants outfit, but whatever. The show was in a small club ouside on Boston. There were probably 200-300 people in there. About halfway through the show I decided that Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers have to die. I can't take the idea that this band is blowing the roof off of small clubs at $20 a ticket while those little shits are lip-synching their way through sold-out arenas with three figure tickets. Fuck them.

I can't possibly do this show any justice, I can only urge you to see King Khan & The Shrines at your first opportunity. If you like music, you'll love this group. I think I got about three hours of sleep that night and I'd have gone back again the next night if they were playing. And my ears had stopped ringing. Bring ear plugs.

Editor's Note: If you click here, and assuming I haven't fucked this up like I usually do, you'll get to a video of Kong Khan & The Shrines doing "Land of the Freak". Gives you some idea of the live show, although by no means the whole experience. Seriously, check them out if they're ever near you. And throw rocks at The Jonas Brothers. I'm pretty sure that's legal.

8 Comments:

Blogger Callie said...

Garage punk soul, huh?

Sounds like my kind of band!

11:02 AM  
Blogger eclectic said...

Send 'em my way, dammit. I can put kids' baseball season on hold for a good show.

Anyway, the lying? Not necessary. We women already presume and allow for that. Duh.

7:01 AM  
Blogger puerileuwaite said...

Well you have yet to lead me astray. Lately.

3:58 AM  
Blogger Rainwolf said...

I like. Thanks for the tip.

12:06 PM  
Blogger JoeinVegas said...

We don't have little clubs here, or cheap tickets. It's a $300 night or nothing, would be nice to be near a college town (no, UNLV has no comparison)
Oh, Hi Honey!

1:44 PM  
Blogger tysgirl said...

Anything harder than Sesame Street is not in my near future.

8:00 AM  
Blogger B.E. Earl said...

I don't know how it happened, but somehow you were deleted from my feed reader.

Consider it fixed. Now you just need to fucking write a post every now and again!

7:12 PM  
Blogger kadın yaşam said...

very good

1:18 PM  

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