Usually when I go out to see a gig I can hardly walk on my own, but lately I’ve given up on drinking for a couple of reason, and so I ventured out this past Sunday to see Indian Jewelry at the Holocene in Portland, OR in single-vision bliss. The only real downside to this is that there was only one Erika Thrasher instead of two (or three!) However, their stage show generally remedy’s the deficit with its chaotic strobe light madness, and brilliant pummeling bass lines. The last time I checked them was in Atlanta at the Eyedrum, where they were admittedly way the eff further out, but on the other hand, the crowd at that show weren’t a gaggle of art school fashionistas with actual turkey feathers up their ass. I like double entendres, and the Holocene picked a good one–I generally can’t stand the people it draws, it’s such a hollow scene (ha ha!) Basically, it was me and two other girls up front loosing our minds or something, while just about everybody else sulked or posed. People should stay home and sulk. Or at least stay in the bar area. Maybe I’m just not arty enough? I spend most of my free time staring at my tomato plants or ranting about scenes, so that could be the case.
Indian Jewelry is a noise band from Houston, TX, that’s been around for quite a while now. I personally don’t think ‘noise band’ is an apt description; post-apocalyptic pop band is better. They’re kind of like The Velvet Underground, Spaceman 3, and Iggy Pop all wrapped into one package, and they outshine their noise band contemporaries because their songs have real substance, like hooks and melodies. The core members are Erika Thrasher and Tex Kerschen, around which an endless roster of musicians orbit, sometimes changing as often as tour date to tour date as they travel from city to city. Being prone to such mutability, it’s always a surprise what you’re in for at one of their shows, and a good reason to never miss them when they come to your town. On the off-chance that you like the song in the video below, it can be found on their album Invasive Exotics, which is all killer. Going South is for my money their best track. They have many, but I owe this tune a special debt of gratitude for helping me push across that dense, humid, sludgy/swampy wasteland in the eastern part of North Carolina last summer when I rode my bike across is. I guess technically I was headed east, but that’s neither here nor there. When this song is pumping full blast into your head, you won’t know or care where you are.
This video is from a show they played a while back in an abandoned mansion somewhere. Make sure that your computer speakers are turned up all the way. Also, don’t play this if you are prone to epileptic seizures (not joking.)
We’re about halfway through Texas now. The following is some of the photos I’ve taken so far.
This is in a livestock auction house in Navasota that we slept in one night. I was doing a pretend auction.
This is a picture of the sunset through the roof at the same Navasota auction house.
This cat was at this lovely B&B we stayed at in Burton called the Front Porch. He was more or less a stray cat that hung out in the barn. I pet him for a while, and he fell in love with Brie and I. He stayed on the porch all night and would walk around the yard with us if we went any where. When you pet him his eyes would go all cross-eyed like they are in this picture. His name is Scruffy.
We weren’t really feeling Austin, so, as we had rented a car, decided to head down to Lockhart to sample the local BBQ scene. This town has 3 of the top BBQ joints in the state. We had intended to visit all three, but couldn’t keep going after the first two. We got put in a BBQ coma and could barely stand. This is the brisket and a garlic sausage from Black’s. We thought that we could eat some BBQ and we were wrong. There were some emmer-effers put us to shame up in this town. Naturally, they were mostly twice our size.
There were about 50 goats on this hill we road past today. They all ran down to the gate to stare at us. It was bizarre.
At a small bridge crossing the Guadalupe River outside of Waring, TX.
My favorite vegetation thus far in Texas, the prickly pear cactus.