Sunny

Here in Houston it's been rainy, cold and cloudy - and not the good kind either. No, the weather has been the oppressive, depressing, and bleak kind. Finally, this morning the clouds broke and out came the sun as if God had said "I am tired of this crap too!" So we were treated to a Saturday afternoon of great music, great people, and - finally - sunshine. I mean, what more could you want?
So, here is to the Shady Tavern and the Saturday Secret Shows.
Here is to the Bright Men of Learning and their melodic rootsy understated rock.
Here is to The Ka-nives and the playful glee they bring to every show (See Bottom for Video Link).
Here is to The Dimes and their endless procrastination in finding a name (you have better things to do like Rocking- Out!).
Here is to the person who double parked behind me- forcing me to stay and have another beer.
Here is to the peeps out there who are all so chill and cool.
And here is to the sun for finally returning - it's been too goddamn long!
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Still don't believe this was fun and wonderful?
Right, well here is a webpage threw together containing most of the Ka-nives set?
Enjoy!
Oh and while I'm at it:
- Check out these pictures by Shoe. (Don't guitars in the trash sum it all up?)
- and here are some pictures taken by me.
Credits:
Do I even have to say who I'm quoting? It's so obvious - George Harrison!
Labels: Bright Men of Learning, Secret Saturday Shows, The Dimes, The Ka-nives




22 Comments:
Oh many I would have loved to have been there for lots of reasons, the sun being right up there, and wearing t-shirts outside.
Those three bands are great too.
The Ka-nives are sweet. I didn't know they played anymore. That's encouraging.
I'm just going to be popping in and out waiting to witness John's no doubt supremely caustic reaction to this one...
The Shady Tavern is one of my favorite accidentally discovered dives in Houston. Dyn@Dave and I stumbled across it after winding up at some random record sale, I think we were the only people under 60 there at the time. Apparently in the intervening years others have discovered it as well.
Actually, speaking of the Ka-Nives, what's the deal with them? I'd thought Matt moved up to Washington state at some point... how do they keep it together?
Well, I am a big fan of the Secret Saturday shows idea actually. I think it's fairly ballsy, and a brilliant idea on top of that. Plus, this one was a strong line up too, so no complaints out of me. Hell, I even would have enjoyed being there. You know, had I actually gone.
However, here is where it goes sour for me. Ramon you total and utter pussy. Two cold, lousy (in your opinion) days do not a "long cold lonely winter" make. What, you missed the muggy, sweltering, sweaty-balled hell that is this town the other 363 day of motherfucking year? Since when did you start smoking crack? First you praise Jonathan Welch, and then this shit? I can't believe the depths to which you have sunk. George fucking Harrison. You are a dead man. There is no excuse for your indisretions little man. You are going down. Little darling... Huge douchebag is more like it.
Actually it was like from Monday through Friday and it seemed endless. If you work in a building with no windows you kind of come to appreciate sunlight a lot more. So being deprived for five days was just a bit much. I was just happy to see some sunlight and it kind of made the day a bit brighter as it were.
Don't get me wrong, I mean I love cold weather but I like the cold blue sky kind of cold. This was a miserable no fun kind of cold.
And even though it has nothing to do with this post Johnathan Welch did a good show - maybe not the greatest thing to have ever touched the earth, but a good show. I'm not going to rank just to rank.
Lastly, and most importantly
Fuck! Yr right it's George Harrison who wrote that that one. I'd better fix that right now.
Thanks John for pointing that out - I am a total douchebag to credit Lennon/Mccartney.
Man I suck!
...and George is cool. Why you gotta be hating on George?
The older I get, and the longer I live in Houston, the more of a total puss I become about the winter. I mean Fall is great when it first arrives, along with football season and a nice, mild cold front.
By late January, however, winter can officially Fuck Right Off. Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year's are over. Football season is basically over. And weeks of sunless gray and slow, soaking rain make me think, "If I wanted this, I'd move to fucking London".
Frankly, I don't know how you Yankees out there do it. Do you eat blubber or something?
Uh, hello? Building with no windows? Where the fuck do you think I have worked for the last fucking decade? Building with no windows motherfucker.
I'm not slagging Harrison, I love the guy, but that was a seriously gay way to use his lyrics. That's it, you're out of Men for life.
I happen to be in Houston, and this shit is NOT "winter". My ass crack poured sweat all day.
John,
"I'm not slagging Harrison, I love the guy, but that was a seriously gay way to use his lyrics."
Clearly if this is the biggest rise I can get out of you, my use wasn't ghay enough.
Claire,
Geez woman, 70 degrees and you brek a sweat? You are such a total wuss. I pity you when August hits.
Ramon,
Swamp Ass is a tragedy that affects millions of families every year. Its affects can be devastating: it can affect your relationships, your work, and even your golf swing.
Your insensitivity to sufferers of this dreaded condition is typical of many underinformed Americans. But you *can* do something to help: by sending your credit card number to heider@stopswampass.org. Your contributions can change a life by providing baby powder, anti-chafing creams, or even looser fitting pants to someone in need.
Just remember - change a life - Stomp the Swamp!
I think the Aleutian Islands comparison to a Houston winter is not exactly fair.
But we did enjoy those wintery days last week, didn't we? And it was so nice when the sun come out Saturday, just in time for my diesel-fueled bonfire to mark the day my boy turned two.
Charlie - we waited and got gold. "You're out of Men for life." Ramon, you picked the wrong sentence.
Dang! Out of Men for life... now we get to see Ramon chuck it all and form a Banarama cover band. Just like I always knew he would.
Wait, you mean LP4 *wasn't* a Bananarama cover band?
Shit, I am quitting.
Every song we do is our covering either "Cruel Summer" or "Robert Dinero's Waiting". I can't believe nobody's picked up on that fact. Though I have to admit we're still pissed about them passing us up on "Really Saying Something". I mean come on Fun Boy Three over us? OOOOH it still burns me up!
What about "Venus" and "I Heard a Rumor"?
We tried "Venus" in practice but Charlie kept breaking into "too shy" by kajagoogoo.
Splitter.
Bananarama, Yes! Kajagoogoo, No!
Robert Dinero?
SOH, you be illin'! I ain't no Kajagoogoo man! Get it straight! I'm all about the Benatar! THE BENATAR!!
Raging Toro?
Seriously now i'm gonna go and google Youtube for Shocking Blue videos.
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