MONDAY MAY 15 we hit the road, heading for providence. three of the champs go in the rental; yan, catano, and i go in yan's car. we were supposed to meet up in the "hip" area of town -- "bayer street" or "sayer street" or something. no one really knew or bothered to check. we never found it, the other guys did. it turned out to be "thayer street." yan and catano i end up wandering around the financial district of providence, weaving through all the office buildings. the place seems deserted. we stop for coffee and then walk some more. around 6pm we head over to the concert venue, "lupo's heartbreak hotel." pavement are on stage, soundchecking. we can't believe our luck. they do "rattled by the rush" (a song which they don't perform at that night's concert). after they finish we meet bob nastanovich. he's totally friendly. when he finds out that we drove down from halifax to see pavement he puts us on the guest list, and offers to let yan recharge his video camera backstage. while backstage, yan helps steve malkmus figure out that the door he is trying to open is locked. :-) we sell our tickets for $10 each to kids waiting outside, and walk back in as pavement's guests. woo-hoo! the opening acts were dirty 3 and come. dirty 3 blow. there's no way of getting around it. i just cannot understand why there is starting to be an indie buzz around this band. it's a trio: drummer, guitarist, violinist. no vocals. the songs are all instrumentals, long ones. they do four numbers, and the violinist has to give explanations of what the songs are "about," or at least he seems to think so. the "explanations" are *so* lame: "this is about a friend of ours who died, and now we can't have a beer with her any more, and that's not cool." ouch. throughout the songs the violinist, in his tight white jeans, turns toward the drummer and shakes his rump at the audience, pumping his fist in the air when he's not fiddling. i don't think we should forgive them just because they are from australia. :-) come were really great. thalia zedek's voice is just as powerful live as you would expect from their records. they did stuff from both albums and some new songs. the arrangements of the songs, though, didn't vary a smidgen from what they are on the records. so even though the band was completely equal to reproducing their amazing studio performances, they didn't go beyond that in the set. so i guess the only thing that surprised me about come was that they didn't surprise me. pavement were simply amazing. from the moment they started that guitar doodling at the beginning of "grounded" i knew it would be a great gig. they slowly built up the intensity of their show over the first five songs, and hit a high point with "at&t" followed by "cut your hair." they did a *lot* of the songs on _wowee zowee_ and i found that some songs i hadn't paid much attention to really came to life. in fact, there was hardly a song they did that wasn't an order of magnitude better than the recorded versions. it's obvious they've put a lot of effort into their live arrangements. pavement's stage set-up was kind of interesting -- everything's arranged to make things easier for malkmus. :-) he gets to face the rest of the band, and he just kinda stands there and strums and sings most of the time. it's the other members of the band who jump around, and especially bob nastanovich, who seems to be sort of a cheerleader. his job seems to be to hype the crowd up. he shakes tambourines and shakers, screams into a mic at various appropriate moments (even does some of the screaming that malkmus does on the studio versions), plays his moog and sometimes does some drumming. he's pavement's utility player. :-) they threw a couple of old nuggets into their set: "summer babe" and "shoot the singer." but the most amazing performance as far as i was concerned was "fight this generation." it was *so* much better than the _wowee zowee_ version, just incredibly dramatic. and then the pairing of "range life" with "serpentine pad" in the encore was pretty inspired too. after the gig we approached spiral stairs and gave him a state champs t-shirt, which (apparently coincidentally) features a chair designed by his favorite architect, or so he told us. he also agreed to do a video interview by mail for catano. TUESDAY MAY 16 we hit the road again, this time bound for the big apple. we enter manhattan around noon. in the process of driving all over manhattan looking for our hotel, i see lots of landmarks for the first time: the u.n., times square. eventually we check into the ramada. six of us in a room booked for three. no one ever calls us on that while we're there. there's two double beds so two people have to sleep on the floor. so here i am in manhattan for the first time in my life, and what do i do? take a nap. meanwhile, the guys head off to guitar shops and the empire state building. after two hours of sleep i head out to times square. i go into mcdonalds and buy a big mac (something i never do in halifax) and i sit in the best 2nd-floor window seat and just look out at all the signs and all the people in the square. that evening there's a pavement show around the corner from the hotel. everyone has a ticket except for me -- i joined this tour after the new york show had sold out. i try my luck with the scalpers. the lowest i can get them to go is $40. someone tries to sell me a ticket for $70. i laugh at him. i say $30. he laughs at me. oh well. i go back to my hotel room and watch the hockey game and read my novel and write in my diary. i realize that at this moment i actually appreciate the rest more than i would the show. once is enough for me. WEDNESDAY MAY 17
we head out en masse about noon, on foot. after a walk through central park we arrive at the guggenheim, but most of it is closed for renovation. we visit the two floors that are still open and i see a kokoschka called "knight errant" that captures my imagination. we take the subway south to the village. we look around for the jay-ferguson-recommended record shops. kim's underground is pretty cool. they have lots of 7" singles but i hardly recognize any of the bands. then we go to this store called "generation records." for not being an indie shop, it's pretty cool -- no vinyl, but lots of rare cds: bootlegs and stuff. wayne buys a pavement live bootleg. i buy superchunk and stereolab cds. quicksand is playing when we walk in, later it's the melvins. the posters in the display window: ramones, clash, smiths, cure. there's a multiply-pierced boy in black running the register and i see him offer a smoke to a street person who walks in. they seem to know each other, this seems to be a regular ritual. we visit a "hip" clothing shop called "andy's cheepees" which is way out of our price range. we also stumble across kim's west, a 2nd location of kim's underground, where andy finds himself a pavement t-shirt. then, we found another indie store that had the best t-shirts yet: archers of loaf, pavement, shellac. i finally get a pavement t-shirt in the design that i like (they weren't selling them at the providence gig, but the guy selling them was wearing one). the guy at the store, which was called "rocks in your head," apparently drums for azalia snail. but then, who doesn't. when we get back to times square that evening, we have some of the best pizza i've ever tasted. then we all crowd back into the hotel room. this, of course, is the appropriate moment to debate art and interpretation. the four-way argument/discussion that ensues from yan asking me to define "stream of consciousness literature" threatens to drive both andy and wayne crazy. after that peters out, the topic switches over to religion and catano, who's well versed in philosophy of religion it seems, has some really insightful things to say. it occurs to me that we're all pothead philosophers without the pot. that's life on the road with a straight-edge band. THURSDAY MAY 18 late in the morning jon and andy and myself head for the MoMA (museum of modern art). they have a bruce naumann exhibit on, and david bowie is on site to check it out. when i spot him, the guy he is with is sketching a sculpture, and some teenage girls walk up and, without asking permission, take a photo of bowie and then run off giggling. seeing my favorite seventies rock star, though, was not nearly as thrilling as seeing my favorite painting, _vir heroicus sublimis_ by barnett newman. i spent some time just standing there and looking at it. meanwhile, jon had found his precious mondrians and was experiencing the same sort of thrill. there's also plenty of van goghs and picassos and yes, more kokoschkas. i'm starting to really like this painter's work, even though i don't know much about art and i'd never heard of him before this trip. on the way back to the car that afternoon, we stopped by the rockefeller centre. it was our last major landmark visit before we left town. is it true that there's a wider rich-poor gap in manhattan than in guatemala? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- _James R. Covey <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>_ sloan net is a discussion of the ___| | ___ __ _ _ __ _ __ ___| |_ halifax / east coast music scene / __| |/ _ \ / _` | '_ \ | '_ \ / __| __| [un]subscribe: [EMAIL PROTECTED] \__ \ | |_| | |_| | | | | | | | | __| |_ to post to the list send mail to |___/_|\___/ \__,_|_| |_| |_| |_|\___|\__| <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Zedd recordZ/daydream records po box 29057 hfx shopping centre hfx NS B3L 4T8