2 posts tagged “mon frere”
Pixies - "Gigantic" - Surfer Rosa
I have seen this performed live on, um, three occasions, I think.
Only one time was I fortunate enough to see Kim Deal sing and play this sexiest of sexy ditties. It's very voyeuristic, this song.
You see, it's about watching two people, you know, do it. Specifically, a black man and a white chick. I'm left wondering if this was Kid Rock's inspiration for the seminal closing track from Devil Without a Cause, "Black Chick, White Guy."
Kim Deal just sounds super hot, purring over the steady bassline, and the jammy guitar bits toward the end are spectacularly huge in sound.
My favorite part, instrument-wise, is the guitar bridge, with the single notes. Damn that's funky.
Oh, back to the part about seeing this song. I saw it once a long time ago, and for the life of me cannot recall which band did it. Accoriding to wikipedia, Reel Big Fish covered this for a tribute album, so there's a good chance they covered the song one of the times I saw them. That's why I think I've seen it three times.
The second was when The Frames, opening for Damien Rice, covered it at the Commodore Ballroom in Vacouver, British Columbia. I was with Jenne and Joel. We learned from a sign in Vancouver that it is a "Nuclear Weapons Free Zone." I wonder if that's talking about the city as a whole, or just the park by which we saw the sign. Always nice to see a fusion-free swingset. Anyway, good times, fun trip.
The last time I saw it was at the 2004 Coachella Music & Arts Festival. Ryan was there, and we made sure to get to the main stage early in order to have prime viewing for the Pixies/Radiohead back-to-back sets. We ended up with our backs against the sound booth, dead center, leaning over a railing. On the other side of the railing? Nothing, just a long walkway directly to the stage that afforded us a perfect view of the entire event. Fucking. A.
I thought my head was going to explode when I heard it. Seriously. Kim still sounds great.
Anway, I dropped her name yesterday in the Mon Frere post, so I thought I could probably see my way to posting something featuring the ever-lovely Kim Deal.
And, yes, I know she has a kid and is married and is a little older than me, but I still totally have a crush on her. Maybe I'll leave this one up for a while in the hopes that a Cease & Desist order would bear her phone number...
Love,
Hoffie
I have seen this performed live on, um, three occasions, I think.
Only one time was I fortunate enough to see Kim Deal sing and play this sexiest of sexy ditties. It's very voyeuristic, this song.
You see, it's about watching two people, you know, do it. Specifically, a black man and a white chick. I'm left wondering if this was Kid Rock's inspiration for the seminal closing track from Devil Without a Cause, "Black Chick, White Guy."
Kim Deal just sounds super hot, purring over the steady bassline, and the jammy guitar bits toward the end are spectacularly huge in sound.
My favorite part, instrument-wise, is the guitar bridge, with the single notes. Damn that's funky.
Oh, back to the part about seeing this song. I saw it once a long time ago, and for the life of me cannot recall which band did it. Accoriding to wikipedia, Reel Big Fish covered this for a tribute album, so there's a good chance they covered the song one of the times I saw them. That's why I think I've seen it three times.
The second was when The Frames, opening for Damien Rice, covered it at the Commodore Ballroom in Vacouver, British Columbia. I was with Jenne and Joel. We learned from a sign in Vancouver that it is a "Nuclear Weapons Free Zone." I wonder if that's talking about the city as a whole, or just the park by which we saw the sign. Always nice to see a fusion-free swingset. Anyway, good times, fun trip.
The last time I saw it was at the 2004 Coachella Music & Arts Festival. Ryan was there, and we made sure to get to the main stage early in order to have prime viewing for the Pixies/Radiohead back-to-back sets. We ended up with our backs against the sound booth, dead center, leaning over a railing. On the other side of the railing? Nothing, just a long walkway directly to the stage that afforded us a perfect view of the entire event. Fucking. A.
I thought my head was going to explode when I heard it. Seriously. Kim still sounds great.
Anway, I dropped her name yesterday in the Mon Frere post, so I thought I could probably see my way to posting something featuring the ever-lovely Kim Deal.
And, yes, I know she has a kid and is married and is a little older than me, but I still totally have a crush on her. Maybe I'll leave this one up for a while in the hopes that a Cease & Desist order would bear her phone number...
Love,
Hoffie
Mon Frere - "Y.M.M.W.D.S.B." - Blood, Sweat & Swords
Seattle has found it's newest Kim Deal (good looking, great voice, plays a sexy instrument), and I'd say she is more than a little pissed off.
Okay, let's begin with the ridiculously addictive synthesizer. Holy cow. I still remember the first time I previewed this track in the RainyDawg studio. I needed nothing more than the introduction to know that I wanted to play it on my show IMMEDIATELY. Throw Nouela's killer mic control into the mix with the cool-as-hell single string guitar during the verses and it's a hit.
Winners of EMP's SoundOff competition in 2005 (all bands must be under age), this three piece was presented with a lot of cool stuff, including studio time. They recorded a rad EP, recipient of lots of well-deserved hype at the ol' station. Cake Records said, hey, let's do business, bubbie.
This is the lead track from their Cake Records debut, and all I know is that I'm glad to be sitting on my couch in Spokane, assured of the fact that I'm not the target of Nouela's venom. I assume I'm not, since this song was written before I had a chance to meet her.
Not only is she pissed, she wants to die. Either he goes, she goes, or she goes home and sledgehammers some Littlest Hobo figurines. Somebody did a number on this lip-ringed cutie.
I'll say it once, I'll say it again:
I wanna watch you beg
I wanna hear you cry
I wanna watch you die
It's that last line (and that she's willing to say it multiple times), the way she wails it that really, I mean REALLY, sold me on this record. The way she squeezes the very last of her lungs onto the tape during the last chorus is damn cool too. Did I mention that she plays the keys on this track too? Hot damn.
Cool points: Mon Frere has no bassist. Keys, a huge guitar sound and driving drums. Simple and effective.
Bonus cool points: Mon Frere played the RainyDawg Radio Birthday Bash this past year. Free shows are THE BEST!
Love,
Hoffie
Seattle has found it's newest Kim Deal (good looking, great voice, plays a sexy instrument), and I'd say she is more than a little pissed off.
Okay, let's begin with the ridiculously addictive synthesizer. Holy cow. I still remember the first time I previewed this track in the RainyDawg studio. I needed nothing more than the introduction to know that I wanted to play it on my show IMMEDIATELY. Throw Nouela's killer mic control into the mix with the cool-as-hell single string guitar during the verses and it's a hit.
Winners of EMP's SoundOff competition in 2005 (all bands must be under age), this three piece was presented with a lot of cool stuff, including studio time. They recorded a rad EP, recipient of lots of well-deserved hype at the ol' station. Cake Records said, hey, let's do business, bubbie.
This is the lead track from their Cake Records debut, and all I know is that I'm glad to be sitting on my couch in Spokane, assured of the fact that I'm not the target of Nouela's venom. I assume I'm not, since this song was written before I had a chance to meet her.
Not only is she pissed, she wants to die. Either he goes, she goes, or she goes home and sledgehammers some Littlest Hobo figurines. Somebody did a number on this lip-ringed cutie.
I'll say it once, I'll say it again:
I wanna watch you beg
I wanna hear you cry
I wanna watch you die
It's that last line (and that she's willing to say it multiple times), the way she wails it that really, I mean REALLY, sold me on this record. The way she squeezes the very last of her lungs onto the tape during the last chorus is damn cool too. Did I mention that she plays the keys on this track too? Hot damn.
Cool points: Mon Frere has no bassist. Keys, a huge guitar sound and driving drums. Simple and effective.
Bonus cool points: Mon Frere played the RainyDawg Radio Birthday Bash this past year. Free shows are THE BEST!
Love,
Hoffie
