We like weirdness, so we'd been wanting to check out CS Luxem for awhile. His set was underway when we arrived at the Bottleneck last night, and though at first it appeared to be merely acoustic, strummy freak-folk, we soon found ourselves enveloped in all manner of looping and sampling and something that sounded like duck calls, with CS switching from acoustic to electric at various times and indulging in a long sampling session of three repeated commands-- "Stop." "Now wiggle a bit." "That's enough"--which one intrepid scenester on the dance floor tried to perform, briefly, before CS was joined on the last few "songs" for a full band who engaged in some harmonized yelping which drifted at times into two different covers slowed to a crawl: the Stones' "Time is on my Side" and the Beatles' "Eight Days a Week."
Verdict: sporadically fascinating, but we probably needed to be under the influence of more than beer to fully "get" it. And no one offered us any bath salts.
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Speaking of weirdness, our friends at Satisfying Records were kind enough to tip us off yesterday to a lengthy new interview with Justin Roelofs of White Flight (which is apparently about to evolve into some new moniker). You can read the full interview at the blog AWEH over here . It contains some classic White Flight-isms, such as this:
"Eventually we all inevitably arrive at a point where we realize that we are not actually inside of a human body, but the human body is inside of an always changing and creatively infinite hologram."
But our favorite parts involve Justin's reflections on suburban malaise and how, upon finally escaping those confines of his childhood, he forced himself to return to the dark heart of the 'burbs to make an album "as a gesture of sorts to prove that something more soulful, something unrestrained and deeply expressive could be birthed from this cultural void, and from the same zone I spent much of my adolescence in."
Justin is currently poised to record his newest album/soundtrack/astral projection machine in the Sacred Valley of the Inka in Peru (and we are poised to listen to it one of these days!).
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Speaking of suburbia, our friends over at the Suburban Film Series are back for round 2 tonight with a screening of the ever-hilarious Fast Times at Ridgemont High at the Rio in OP at 7:15.
We long ago committed Mike Damone's advice about women to memory and have followed it on our own lives ever since:
" First of all Rat, you never let on how much you like a girl. "Oh, Debbie. Hi." Two, you always call the shots. "Kiss me. You won't regret it." Now three, act like wherever you are, that's the place to be. "Isn't this great?" Four, when ordering food, you find out what she wants, then order for the both of you. It's a classy move. "Now, the lady will have the linguini and white clam sauce, and a Coke with no ice." And five, now this is the most important, Rat. When it comes down to making out, whenever possible, put on side one of Led Zeppelin IV."
Below is the image that lingers in the mind of every young man who saw the film at an impressionable age (or maybe just every man who ever saw the film). And below that is the poster for tonight's event. Visit the FB event page here .
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