Yes, the rumors are true, and yes Faycat and I had our 2nd Jeff Mangum sighting.
Faycat came over for a carb free dinner. Bubbly water just doesn't beat a bottle of red, BUT bubbly water does more to insure I will leave the house than a nap inducing bottle of red. I tried making this carb free desert (what the f?) of skim ricotta, almond extract and cinnamon. We each had about two bites (after the blackened chicken and grilled asparagus I did pull off) and decided uh, thanks but no thanks. Let's hit to road and get our Elephant 6 on.
The opening band with an old British dude screaming at the audience, just totally wasted our standing around waiting for the headliners to come on energy. I wasn't sure I was going to make it.
But there we were, close the front, as the 10 piece OTC tweaked their instruments so that they would sound just right.
It was cool enough to see OTC, leaders of the Elephant 6 movement, in their reunited psychedelic southern sloppiness. One totally hears some of Brain Wilson’s worst trips blended with the beauty of the Thirteenth Floor Elevators. Given my history with other E6 bands, most notably Beulah and Dressy Bessy, I was happy to see the god fathers of it all last night.
About 5 songs in, out walks Jeff Mangum. I’ve said it once on this blog, and I will say it again, he made one of the best records of all time.
Overwhelmed by the crowd, and not into the songs I was heard, I decided to break the rules and go downstairs for a glass of wine. Sitting at the bar, alone, I look up and see Ira and Georgia, just hanging out at the Bowery Ballroom. Good times.