photos and brief words: Mike Danko
additional photos by Dakota Fine
additional words by Andrew Bucket
If you were going to the show expecting to hear all the familiar songs by Typefighter you might have found yourself a little disappointed – at first. Half way through the first song I caught myself thinking “Is this even Typefighter???“. It sure as hell was. With only one spot on the setlist for a song from their EP one can only guess that they might be a little worn out from playing older tunes. Hopefully Ryan and the gang will come back one day with just a few more songs from I Want To See Your Game.
Of all the times I have gone to see Loose Lips I would say they sounded the best on this night at Rock’n'Roll Hotel. While the place isn’t really known to have the best sound, I think they pulled it off well. And if the sound wasn’t good enough the visuals on the right side of the stage provided by Les Claypool drew a lot of people’s attention. Leave the guy alone. He does what he wants and he does it well.
I’ve paid to see one show at the Rock and Roll Hotel in my entire life. Otherwise, I’ve only played there once and was never invited back. I assured them that Tracy Chapman was really coming and we needed +7 on our guestlist for her entourage. Dicks.
In any case, I paid for a show last week at the Hotel, and it was Lightfoot, a new band led by the former singer of Voxpop, Jessica L. Dye. They played the opening set that night, to probably 70 people.
The thing was, for three nights in a row I woke up in the clothes I went out in, and every morning there was a flyer for this show in at least one of my pockets. Being superstitious in nature, I can’t ignore recurrances like that–so I took a chance and went out to this thing.
What’s especially interesting about them is their pop-infused melancholy. There’s a searching and sadness to it, but it’s spring like and wistful. Something about acoustic guitar on rhythm–giving it that thick chug, and the lead of a semi-hollow body through a warm Fender tube amp…well, its cheerfully sad. It’s a triumphant sadness really. Also, Dye is a tremendous vocalist. Probably one of the best, earnest local singers I’ve heard. They remind me of Tanya Donnelly’s band Belly (the first album Star).
Following Lightfoot was local dream-pop-folk-etc band Typefighter. With ukes abounding, they definitely delivered their quilty, jangly glocken-spiel that takes one skipping through a field of lavendar, into the barn where father has poured mugs of cider, off to the pumpkin patch to bed the farmers daughter, into the hilly brush to carve our names into an old oak, and under the bridge to skip a stone. That kind of thing. It’s all really charming and they are accomplished players indeed.
So, I dunno. Not a bad night. Now you know that you just need to trick me into believing there’s forces of the universe drawing me to your show at the hotel.