See Gulls, Midnight Plus One, & Daddy Issues - Tir Na Nog (Raleigh, 2/5/15)

WKNC's Local Beer Local Band Thursday Nights has been a mainstay of the Triangle live music scene for a long time (it was my first introduction when I relocated here).  I haven't been in a while, but they've been on a bit of an upswing.  I picked a great night to reconnect.

Thursday was headlined by one of the Triangle's best new-ish bands, See Gulls.  Openers Daddy Issues (from Greensboro) aren't far behind.  While I've seen Gulls a slew o'times, I'd only seen Daddy Issues once, so a sequel was long overdue.  But a good night of local music is never complete unless you get surprised by someone you've never seen before... which, on this night, was Carrboro's Midnight Plus One.

It didn't take Daddy Issues long to make me remember why I liked them so much the first time. Sure, front-woman Lo Davy sings suggestive lyrics in a disarming way; but rock music has always pushed the envelope of what's considered too risque.  What really makes Daddy Issues stand out is that they create sweet, surfy melodies, and then counter-punch with a rhythm section that's... well, that's just damn punk rock (courtesy Madeline Putney on bass and Amethyst White on drums).  Lindsey Sprague provides most of the surf-edge and backing/occasional lead vocals.  Their first EP comes out on, appropriately (maybe inappropriately?), Valentine's Day.  It's on Negative Fun Records, also home of locals GHOSTT BLLONDE.  

Dat rhythm section, doe!

Between the two courses of unquestionably more melodic, poppy (but great) music, Midnight Plus One provided a palate cleanser of sorts.  Correction:  a mutha fuckin' palate cleanser.  Does the water in Carrboro breed weird, impossible-to-categorize bands?  Just wondering.

The show took a dark turn with Midnight Plus One.  Lights went down, a background of flickering flames went up, and this three (!?!) piece stormed the stage.  I still can't believe they only had a guitar and drums, and somewhat of a force of nature in singer Casey Cook.  Closest thing I can compare these guys to is the experimental, angular, hard sound of 1980s Georgia band Pylon... though probably less angular and more... harder.  Go see them.

Then See Gulls, they never fail to please.  Sarah Fuller is becoming very comfortable fronting the Gulls, and relative newbies (to this band, anyway) Duncan Webster and Leah Gibson are now fully fledged.  Like Daddy Issues, See Gulls occasionally veer from the edgy indie-pop interstate onto a '50-'60s dirt road, but they don't spend as much time there.  They definitely have a more ascerbic edge to their sweetness.  Punky, as opposed to punk... does that make sense?

Oh... WHEN'S THE ALBUM COMING OUT, SARAH?!?  Whenever it does, it promises to be good.  It was recorded with the great Mitch Easter at his Fidelitorium Studio (you know, I bet Easter is getting tired of reading about "the great Mitch Easter").

 Inter-band luv:  Daddy Issues soakin' up see Gulls.

Keep an eye out... more photos of this show to come soon on the facebook page here.

Two Steps to Beauty - Scott Miller, R.I.P.

I sit here shocked by the news of the last few days, two steps from turning this blog into a series of rants and diatribes in response to the ugliness of recent events.  Then I read that Scott Miller died... and I'm reminded.

For those of you unaware, Miller fronted the 1980s power-pop/neo-psychedelic/choose-your-own-adjective (any of them fit) band Game Theory.  He also led the more recent Loud Family.  But for me, it was all about Game Theory, and his double-album masterpeice, Lolita Nation (produced by the great Mitch Easter).  And for the beauty it reminds me of, I shall stay up late on a work night, listen to all 74 minutes, have a beer or two, and pay tribute.

Although there are some very pretty moments, Lolita Nation is not beautiful in the classic sense.  It's a ragged mish-mash of noisebites, half-developed ideas, and self-referencing samples that, somehow -- amazingly -- work as a cohesive unit.  A rather nightmarish, sound-effects-laden, Kenneth, What's the Frequency? segues into the guitar-rocking Not Because You Can before the album drips into alternately synthy and folky dream-sequences and partial songs.  Exactly What We Don't Want to Hear was an acerbic counterpoint to the rising "alternative" movement before the genre was ever coined.  Snippets of half-dreamt songs predating Guided By Voices by years are mixed with an abundance of pop gems like We Love You Carol and Alison, Slip, and Look Away.

Then there's The Waist and the Knees.  Despite Miller's somewhat effeminate lead vocals and penchant for samples and electronics (or maybe because of it), this song had every bit the sledgehammer effect that Bad Brains or fIREHOSE had for me.  Incendiary is perhaps a word I've used too often for songs that torch the ears and soul.  But this is perhaps the first song I used that word to describe.

The closer, Together Now, Very Minor, is a warped beauty of a coda that includes the lyrics:

And write the obit when you do
He never ran out when the spirits were low
A nice guy as minor celebrities go
All right all together now now very minor I know

And please don't pay attention to
A thing I do or say
It's a ploy to drag you out
And take it all away
All away

Whether or not he was talking about himself, I would say:  "YES.  Pay attention to the things he did and said!  Pay attention to the music he made!"  And to beautiful art, and nature, and anything you can find that offsets the nastiness that wants to creep into our world.

So back at the beginning, when I said I was reminded... I meant that I was reminded of beauty.  Beauty in the larger, over-arching sense.  I mean art.  I mean science.  A good photograph, a hug, or a tree.  From a DNA molecule to the volcanoes of Io.  A song, a thought, a word.  A more open mind.  A philosophy.  Love.

There is beauty all around us.  It is never more than two steps away.  The universe is a wonderful, amazing place, chock full of the stuff!  My Mom told me that as some of her last words to me (though I already knew it, because she and my Dad raised me well).  Beauty is, simply, in all its forms, the most valuable thing in the universe.  And we only have one lifetime to enjoy and appreciate it.  It is what is worth saving, and passing on to future generations.  It is what improves the world for those to come.

For myself, I have always found great beauty in music.  But you can find it anywhere.  Whether or not this particular artist does the same for you as he did for me isn't what's important.  The point is that the beauty in this world far outweighs the ugliness.  And Scott Miller, in death, reminded me of that tonight.

Today, in honor of Miller, his band's website has made Game Theory's music available for free.  Lolita Nation is there, for the first time ever as MP3s (officially anyway, so far as I know).  I recall him saying once that he'd never release this album electronically while he was alive.  I guess, in the end, he was true to his word.  I've made crappy vinyl-to-MP3 conversions of the album in the past. This is not how I ever wanted to get the clean files.  But since they're there, please download and enjoy, with one caveat:  the album Lolita Nation MUST be listened to in its entirety.

Scott Miller may have left this world too early.  But he left it a more beautiful place than it was when he entered it.  Thanks, Scott, for opening my eyes to a world of music that I hadn't known existed. And for leaving us with the beauty of your music to enjoy forever.

PS:  You can donate to Miller's children's education at the Scott Miller Family Memorial fund.  Just click the link.