jenn halter wrote:
> 
> long live rocknroll!  the backsliders and jason and the scorchers damn near turned
> the cradle upsidedown this evening!  talk about hardcore honky tonk, these
> guys don't know whether to rock or to twang, so they do both and do it well.
> if any of you were there, how can you not love jason and his
> leopard fur trimmed jacket and warren's around the back guitar move?

Well, I cannot.  I can't explain how I can't.  Yet.  I won't say I
didn't enjoy some of the show, but there's something wrong here...  I
dunno.  Warner Hodges is a major guitar wanker for sure, but I didn't
hear much that I'd call tasteful, either for real, or
ass-backward-ironically.

Now when Junior Brown stands on stage in his too-small hat, playing his
bastard doubleneck Git-Steel and quotes Jimmy Page licks in the improv
solo in his surf medley, I think, as said Ernest Tubb beholding his
image in the glossy shine of his chartreuse boots, 'Good taste is
timeless.'  But when Hodges slings his Tele or his PRS guitar around his
neck for the 37th time during yet another wanking blues-metal solo in E,
I think, 'yawn.'  Brad Rice (Backsliders) can kick Hodges' ass up and
down the stage, but you could hardly hear that tonight.  See next
paragraph.

The Backsliders set was marred by what seemed to me to be sound sabotage
- unintentional, I'm sure, but the sound was sub-par nonetheless.  The
Scorchers' soundman apparently, because the sound was super-pro for
them, but not so good for the Backsliders.  Also, I wonder if the
Backsliders are realizing that the fact that music is your job doesn't
necessarily make your job any less a job.  I may be totally fucking 180
degrees wrong, but I sensed a little weariness from them tonight.
 
> go see Two Dollar Pistols tommorow night at the cave and have a tear with
> your beer.  Howie can make you weep.

Yes. Go.  But after I get there so I can get a goddam seat.

Riser