Archive for Terrence McNally
Photos by TMc | Eye, of course.
(Monica stayed later and has the leopard-print skivvy shot here.)
You’ll also find an update by Shea Freelove about his experience in Bangkok, another fab column by Ross Rowley and a variety of random information regarding arts and theatre in Arcata and beyond… Happy holidays!
Ross Rowley takes on the 12 notes:
There are 12 notes in the chromatic scale: A, A#, B, C, C#, D, D#, E, F, F#, G, G#.
How can 12 notes cause so much discord and dissonance between people? It’s just a matter of how you arrange these notes, adding rhythm, tempo and dynamics that dictates styles of music and more importantly, styles of people.
“I hate country music.”
“Well, I hate punk.”
“There ain’t nothing worse than reggae.”
“God, I can’t stand Dixieland.”
Josh Duke loves ladies who love Led Zeppelin:
While I would like to spend my time ranting and raving about how awesome Power of County was on Saturday night, this review really has nothing to do with them…. Instead I focus upon a band that has learned to capitalize on both the nostalgic parts of our minds as well as the libidos of every man in the room all in one bundled fireball of a package: Zepperella, an all-female Led Zeppelin tribute outfit from San Francisco compelled me to trade $10 for an opportunity to have my eardrums thankfully blown out by a quartet of beautiful sirens.
Shay’s Rebellion reviews Josh’s review of Shay’s Rebellion:
Concerning last week’s article on Shays’ Rebellion and The Hard Ride: I’m sorry that Josh Duke didn’t like the show. I didn’t realize that our music could be so offensive to some people. But then again, I sometimes forget that there is a fairly large contingent of self-satisfied hipsters out there with radically different tastes than I.
Once again, Terrence McNally believes you should attend a Trigger Renegade show:
As Arcata cannabis celebrants are settling in for the night this Sunday, 4/20, feeling the gravitational pull of second-hand overstuffed couches and Ben and Jerry’s pints, conversing with tribe members that, “Dude – my fellow patchwork-clothed compatriot! We totally inhaled marijuana smoke and felt its effects in a large municipal park today!” the better action awaits at the Alibi. At home, among the tapestries and shag carpeting, the fuzzy dreadheads will be, nodding off to a canned bootleg of Garcia noodling incessantly at ‘Warfield ‘79.” Across town, the Viking war party will have landed, tearing open sonic walls and further loosening the nails and screws of an embattled, listing tavern. Trigger Renegade will play. And this will be good. Slough Feg will play. This, too, will be good.
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Catholicism’s spread into Ireland… Portuguese imperialism… importation of African dance… Catholicism again… it all exploded to a drum beat as the last 1,500 years of Western Civ was perhaps unintentionally played out at Inferknow’s Green Day 2008 at Portuguese Hall where Jameson Irish Whiskey and Samba Na Chuva clashed happily.
Organizer Brian Loose noted that the Saturday falderal was respectful of the Vatican’s request to keep the St. Paddy’s partying free from Holy Week.
So it all worked out pretty well, all that history stuff, except for the snakes.
This should be top of your list: Dagger of the Mind, left, at the Alibi Saturday night. Shakespearean metal.
when I mentioned that someone found the Eye’s Scene blog by searching for “duck tongue.”
For your visual pleasure on B1:
Arts!Arcata, of course.
The magic of Thursday night karaoke in the Blue Lake Casino’s WAVE with Terrence’s commentary inside.
Plus, Humboldt Brews reopens: Read Josh Duke‘s Bonus Tracks‘ review, below.
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