{"id":832,"date":"2006-04-03T19:46:00","date_gmt":"2006-04-03T19:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/?p=832"},"modified":"2006-04-03T19:46:00","modified_gmt":"2006-04-03T19:46:00","slug":"a-night-at-the-rock-show","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/uncategorized\/a-night-at-the-rock-show\/","title":{"rendered":"A night at the rock show"},"content":{"rendered":"

Memphis totally<\/i> dissed John Davis<\/a> last night. <\/p>\n

He was in town for the last stop on his solo tour. <\/p>\n

There were about 12 people in the audience. Four of those were from the opening band, which I’ll talk shit about in a minute.<\/p>\n

It was embarrassing. And sort of tense, because he put on a hell of a show. He played his fucking heart out. And in between every song, there was silence \u2014 not the buzz of a crowd milling about, refilling drinks, chatting, and whatnot. Just the silence of an empty club. <\/p>\n

Ouch. You just feel bad for the guy. He deserves better. <\/p>\n

It’s sad to see such amazing talent go unrecognized and unappreciated in a town that prides itself on birthing rock ‘n’ roll. And, despite how you feel about the occasional feel-good Jesusy tunes Davis puts out now that he’s sober and married with a kid, you have to admit \u2014 HAVE TO \u2014 that he is a damned talented songwriter and musician.<\/p>\n

Phil and I saw a couple of ghosts at the show: Chris and Charlie from high school. Chris has gotten married since I saw him last, which was six or seven years ago. He and his wife, who I also went to school with, live in Memphis (in the same apartment complex as Brandon, actually). Charlie is still in college in Henderson. He told me what he’s doing, but hell if I could actually try to explain it here. Something having to do with Greek and Latin and history and education. <\/p>\n

So that was really random. And it meant that about 30 percent of the audience was from Hardin County. Scary. <\/p>\n

But now I have to say some bad things. <\/p>\n

My apologies in advance to fans of The Violet Burning<\/a>, but I’ve got to get a few things off my chest about aspiring rock stars, and I’m using TVB as a bit of a scapegoat.<\/p>\n

Last night I was just sitting in a sparse audience, which made it really hard to mask my boredom with this band and their soulless, generic noise. So, I got to thinking, which generally ruins my night. But it had to be done. <\/p>\n

I was thinking about how guitar-driven rock ‘n’ roll is so masturbatory it borders on obscene, but that that’s why it’s so successful and always on the brink of taboo. You’ve got all these young, mouthbreathing, sweaty men (mostly), hopping around on the stage, stroking their giant guitars, making repetative wrist motions with the various guitar appendages (I dated a guitar player for eight years and still can’t get the terminology right; it’s not for lack of trying, I swear!) and thrusting their hips in and out and putting their legs up on amps to fully expose the guitar and what it suggests to the willingly captive audience. <\/p>\n

And I was trying to remember where I had read about that in one of my feminist theory classes. The guitar as phallus. Fascinating. It raises interesting questions about male dominance of rock ‘n’ roll, and why cats like Yanni get no respect (I kid, Yanni sucks). <\/p>\n

And when I couldn’t remember where I had read that essay, I started thinking about what it means when a band’s guitar players \u2014 in TVB’s case, three \u2014 all bend over in a synchronized fashion and play their guitars really low to the ground. What is that about, really? And why do they turn around and bend over, shoving their asses in the faces of the audience, who, luckily enough, were seated a good five feet from the stage anyway? <\/p>\n

I’ve never played a guitar, so I can’t truly know what perverse impulses overcome you while in the throes of masturbatory music-making and fret-stroking. <\/p>\n

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No one, not even Jesus, looks good in peg pants.<\/font><\/p>\n

But I can guaran-frigging-tee that these pants (which were worn by three of the four band members) are unacceptable in all situations \u2014 even when paired with a plain black T-shirt and a black zip-up hoodie and black spiky hair and black Chuck Taylors.<\/p>\n

It’s just a bad look, dudes. I know I’m not qualified to give out fashion advice because I can barely dress myself, and I know all your punk idols wore them so you’re paying tribute to the rockaliciousness that came before you, and I know that \u2014 as a man who gets up on stage to stroke a phallic guitar \u2014 you will not have to want for physical attention no matter how you look. But it’s time we confront the reality that, like emo asymmetrical haircuts<\/a>, these pants are ready for permanent retirement.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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