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    Last night I attended the show at the El Rey in Los Angeles and is was kool. J and Doug had a group of musicians with them and they played for about 45 minutes with early Pink Floyd footage (syd barret era 66-67) playing in the background. It was all instrumental and was interesting. No singing, or structured songs, just a plethora of various styles and musical parts that sounded like a jamming/rock version of sigur ros. It seemed like it was all songs thought up by doug with parts added by each musician as they saw fit with the footage. J looked on as the footage went by the screen and he played what he saw fit. The music varied from song to song, with the groove dabling in loud destorted rock to reggae. IT was quite interesing, especially with images of syd barrett tripping on acid in the background. All i can say is, you had to really be there to understand. Overall, it was awesome to see J play other stuff than his originals. The only thing that would of made it more awesome is if they would have played some floyd. :P



    Thanks for the review!
    Sounds like a pleasing experience, and a cool show indeed :!:



    That sounds like a very unique show.



    damn that sounz cool.
    i’m always on the lookout fer ‘J instro-stylee’, and hopefully someone recorded audio and or video for this special event.
    anyone know anything?
    s 8)



    I have seen J play for Amma, Cobra Verde, The Stooges songs with Murph and Mike Watt and with Jimmy Shields and it is always interesting to hear his ‘instro-stylee’



    thanks a lot for the descriptions, FightTestYoshimi! definitely sounds like it was unique!
    I wonder if the music was like a soundtrack to the Pink Floyd footage, or if the pics/ movie bits illustrated the music or, if it was actually the attempt to really put pics and sound together to create something new :?

    hey, wasn’t it a film festival?! I hope they had cameras there!!! :? :!:

    Pink Floyd :shock:



    Thanks, appreciate you sharing what sounds like a very strange & cool experience :aliensmile:

    Fingers crossed some pics or recordings of the show turn up…… :?:



    cool … that sounds awesome … so glad you had such a great time … sounds like it would have been hard not to … i agree – it’s not that i prefer hearing j play other people’s music, b/c of course i’m always up for hearing his own music … but i like to see him do some different stuff as well … :aliensmile: 8) 8) :aliensmile:



    so………………….did *anybody* tape or video this here performance?
    ……for us diehard fans… :mrgreen:
    s 8)



    I found another very cool description of this show, really wish someone had taped or taken pics at the show…

    weapon-shaped 2004

    Sunday, September 05, 2004

    Doug Martch and J. Mascis Score a Film Live in Concert

    The Buddhist on Public Radio said a nice thing yesterday. He suggested that we live infinite lifetimes. That we’ve known or, at least, encountered everyone we have ever met. Not only that, we’ve played the exact same roll as everyone we come across. We’ve been the kid, the crossing guard, the driver who hits a kid at the crosswalk and the policeman who arrests him. We’ve done it all. And everyone we meet now we will meet again, and this interaction will leave a trace that will affect me and everything else in the world infinitely.

    It’s the big view of life. The idea that it all matters. Something that’s easy to ignore even after it’s become completely obvious unless you are an artist. Then you never forget that the quality of work matters. If you are visual artist, anything you see can either daunt you or haunt you. It could all be so much better or if it’s better than anything you could do, it stings you with your limitation. The kind of sting that makes you more of an artist.

    So, the graphic artists I was with at the Built to Spill concert were in pain looking at the stilted graphic projected on a screen above the screen. It was two bands until Doug Martsch and J. Mascis of Dinosaur Jr. (who I remember trying out for the open drummer seat in Nirvana at the beginning of the 90s :? ) would come out and perform some special thing together. And this graphic, which read, “Don’t Knock the Rock,� lingered constantly recycling with some orbital animation that was designed to enhance the craziness of the font. “There’s no way you could make the words look good,� I said to Designer Nick. “You could,� and he described how. I disagreed. The words are too stupid, instigating in some small way that’s better parodied by Pro Wrestling.

    When Martsch, Mascis, et al took the stage in the semi-formation of an orchestra scoring a film, new images relieved the screen. Old footage of crazy 60’ British kids in the city. Great more bullshit, I thought. The images then began to be interspersed with news footage about Swinging London and then cutting back to a band in a studio playing a song. The more the cuts became rhythmic the more I realized the live music, while not a live version of what that band was playing in a studio, was accompanying their music in the exact same time. The drummers, one live at the El Rey theater and one from Swinging London, would flourish at the same time. The frivolity of the early footage evolved into focus as the footage began to document the 14 Hour Technicolour Dream that took place in April 1967. It was the closest that the UK got to the Acid Tests of Northern California’s late 60’s. The event was huge, like a rave occupied by people unaware that they were allowed to act like animals unlike people who live today. Tension grew as a huge crowd of proper men surrounded a woman each cutting a part of her clothing off. Relief as the text on screen reveals that this was Yoko Ono’s performance piece “Happening.� We see John Lennon surrounded by dozens of unknown people watching. Cut to our band from the studio now live, on-stage at the Dream. The El Rey band is trashing exactly with the Dream band. It’s a payoff of over twenty minutes of musical precision and visual teasing. The film ends with a last bit of text explaining that while Yoko and John were both there, they had not met and did not meet that night. That night which was the last time Syd Barrett ever played with Pink Floyd, the band we had been watching the whole time.

    The Graphic Artists were relieved and stung. So was I.

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