Black as Their Clothes

Last night Mary Beth and I went up to the Hi-Tone for the Chelsea Wolfe show. It was an enjoyable time. The opening band was called A Dead Forest Index (sufficiently spooky name, yeah). Didn't think I was terribly into them at first. Not my kind of singing style. But after a few songs it started to grow on me and I was enjoying it. They're a two piece with the singer playing guitar and a drummer (with a bunch of bass drums, including concert). They're from New Zealand too. In some ways they reminded me a little of Shearwater (maybe with a little Wovenhand, even a teensy bit of Satyrs, going back to some old-school Memphis shit...and a little bit of the standard Nick Cave kinda thing to some degree). Okay, then was Chelsea Wolfe. The music they had playing (pumped all the way up) as they took the stage sounded like it may have been The Body. The show was good. Lot of loud heavy stuff. She played some from the one album I've had (not the most recent but the one before, Pain Is Beauty). The drummer was really awesome. I picked up some merch. I got one of her t-shirts and her new album: Abyss. I also grabbed A Dead Forest Index: In All That Drifts from Summit Down. This morning I bought tickets for two Pere Ubu shows: Louisville and Nashville! Pretty excited 'cuz they're touring for these vinyl box sets rereleasing all their earlier albums (the equivalent of what's in the Datapanik in the Year Zero cd box set, yeah). So uh they're touring in honor of that and just playing shit from those albums. All their classic fucking shit! I mean, nostalgia's one thing, but Pere Ubu at their prime is a motherfucker, come on. After work Mary Beth and I went up to Crosstown Arts for a shoot & splice panel discussion. This one was about "video art." It was a pretty good discussion. Alright!