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Is J playing in Thurston Moore’s band? He’s scheduled to play right before. Also, is J playing a solo set at any day parties?
I don’t know about J playing in Thurston Moore’s band, but here is a schedule for J/Witch @ SXSW 2008 obtained from J’s manager.
J Mascis/ Witch SXSW schedule
Wednesday 03.12 8PM – 1AM Tee Pee Records Showcase
Performing: Witch, Earthless, Graveyard, Hopewell, Ancestors
Location: Bourbon Rocks
Address: 508 E 6th St, Austin, TX 78701
Witch Set Time: 12amThursday 3/13 Other Music Showcase
Location: The French Legation Museum 802 San Marcos St, between East 8th and 9th Street.
Address: 802 San Marcos St, between East 8th and 9th Street.
J Mascis Set Time: 2pmThursday 03.13 12PM-7PM Tee Pee Records/Alarm Magazine Day Party
Performing: The Weight, Annihilation Time, Graveyard, Ancestors, Earthless, Witch
Location: Encore Records
Address: 1745 W Anderson Lane, Austin, TX 78757
Witch Set Time: 4pmThursday 03.13 4PM – 10PM MTV2 Subterranean Metal Mansion Party
Location: Walter Bremond House
Performing: Witch, Saviours, Children, Dax Riggs
Address: 711 San Antonio Street, Austin, Texas
Witch Set Time: 7pmFriday 03/14 12PM-7PM Whoopsy Magazine Day Party
Location: Trophy’s
Performing: Witch, Ancestors, Red Fang, American Bang, Young Heart Attack, lions, Dirty
Sweet, Totomoshi, Civet
Address: 2008 S Congress Ave, Austin, TX 78704
Witch Set Time: 6pmFriday 3/14 Ecstatic Peace Showcase
Location: The Mohawk Patio
Address: 912 Red River St
J Mascis Set TIme: 12amSaturday March 15 Press Here Party
Location: The French Legation Museum
Address: 802 San Marcos St, between East 8th and 9th Street.
J Mascis Set Time: set time 3:50pm-4:20pmSaturday 03/15 2PM- Havoc TV/ Volcom /Tee Pee Records Skate Party
Location: The Broken Neck Warehouse
Performing: Witch, Earthless, Graveyard, Annihilation Time, Ancestors, Titan, Birds of
Avalon, Totomoshi, RTX
Address: 4701 Red Bluff, Austin, TX 78702
Witch Set Time: 6pm (approx.)Thanks for the good info. Thurston Moore Groop is scheduled to play right after J at the Press Here Party too. It makes sense to me that J would play with Thurston at least a little bit, but who knows.
Thurston Moore demonstrated all sorts of guitar heroics at Friday night’s Ecstatic Peace showcase at the Mohawk Patio. The rock legend/label mastermind spent the night prepping to play his own headlining set while shepherding the rest of the lineup’s acts through trouble — reassuring Be Your Own Pet when their sound went dead; adjusting the treble on J Mascis’ amp (”Much better!” he mouthed).
Though he was often visible lurking side-stage, when Moore stepped up for his set and teased a photographer in the front row about his Courtyard Marriott pen, the truly magical Moore arrived. Opening with “a song about everybody who’s out of work” he kicked into “Off Work,” a wordless three-chord jam that summarizes the aesthetic of last year’s solo album Trees Outside the Academy — crisp acoustic-guitar led tracks that sound like Sonic Youth’s less-squawky songs on Ambien. Moore played several more Trees tunes (”Silver>Blue,” “Honest James,” “Fri/End”) that showed off his ability to write (relatively) short and sweet songs and his skill at generating epic tension with just a single repeated note. When it came time to acknowledge his band, Moore introduced his bassist — a dead ringer for Chris Cornell in Singles— simply as “Satan,” adding, “you know Steve Shelley” (violinist Samara Lubelski and guitarist Chris Brokaw rounded out the lineup).
Moore returned for the encore with a sticker-coated electric guitar and the crowd went wild when he announced the band would be playing the Velvet Underground song they’d honored Lou Reed with the day prior, lesser-known gem “I’m Not a Young Man Anymore.” “I’m going to be five-oh this year,” Moore said, “and I like this song because it’s about growing old.” It was an ironic intro since watching his mop of hair flop around during his acrobatic spazz-out of a guitar solo, he could have been carded at the door. The band returned once more, for “Staring Statues” from 1995’s Psychic Hearts — the most Sonic Youth-sounding song of the bunch — and Moore fiercely shredded at his guitar strings, eventually turning the instrument around and letting fans in the front rows whack away at it as the song dissolved into chaos.
Earlier, J Mascis took the stage alone to prove he could make an acoustic guitar sound just as loud and velvety as any electric. Bent over his instrument with cascades of gray hair nearly touching the strings, the Dinosaur Jr. leader’s first two tracks came off a bit pitchy, but after Moore requested Mascis fiddle with his amp, the set turned spectacular. Mascis absolutely demolished a version of “Get Me,” ripping out a mind-boggling solo that had all the head-nodding dudes in the front staring wide-eyed at the guitarist’s remarkable fingers, and brilliantly noodled through the rest of his short set with loops of his own guitar work as his only accompaniment.
If the crowd gawked at Mascis’ musicality, they were equally rapt for the preceding set from the label’s young Nashville punks Be Your Own Pet. After letting a friend draw a pair of lipstick racing stripes under her eyes, Jemina Pearl Abegg started things off with, “Hi, we’re Be Your Own Pet. Ready?” Before anyone could even draw a breath, the band launched into a tidal wave of raw energy, Abegg strutting around the stage like a zombie running back with one hand outstretched in front of her, her head flailing around, miraculously missing collisions with Nathan Vasquez’s flying bass and guitarist Jonas Stein’s scissor-kicks. After just a few songs, though, the speakers stopped working and Abegg vamped by talking to the audience about John Waters movies without a mike. When the band finally retook the stage fifteen minutes later, they picked up exactly where they left off, with “Bummer Time” and “The Kelly Affair” from their terrific new album Get Awkward — Abegg performed the former from atop a brawny friend’s shoulders, and bounded around the tiny stage to the sassy twist riff of the latter. For their closer, Stein finally joined his pals in the mosh pit, playing the last two minutes on the floor as friends and fans grabbed at his head and guitar. Only later did he learn that rocking so hard had a price: “I hate to ruin the mood, but I lost my passport and I have to go to the U.K. tomorrow,” he announced as Moore playfully grabbed him from behind like a proud dad.
Thurston Moore is a god. Seriously. He curated a festival (FIMAV) I volunteered at a few years ago. Out of the four bands I’ve seen, which he had invited, I only disliked one–I couldn’t understand what they were getting at with all those muddy sounding floor amps. My favorites were Double Leopard, a husband/wife team from Mass (?). It was like John Coltrane taken to the extreme. Thurston Moore’s Dream Aktion Unit was a really interesting creative concept. He paired everyone on stage in twos and they proceeded to pull off some improv. It felt like dancing on the ashes of… I miss Sonic Youth… Or any of their side gigs… Bring them close, I will go
Sounds like SXSW was a good show.
The Denver Post asked various people throughout Colorado’s music scene to write about their experiences at the South by Southwest music festival.
Loren Speer is a local rock aficionado — and a longtime rock club bartender. He contributes regularly to The Post’s Reverb blog as well as the Donnybrook Writing Academy.
By Loren Speer
The Witch show on Wednesday at Bourbon Rocks was one of those shows I’ll always remember, even if I only saw one song. I heard the entire set from the line as groups of ambivalent badge-holders decided they wanted to see Black Angels, who were playing on the patio of Bourbon Rocks at the same time as Witch. Eventually the bouncers let me in before they finished — barely.
“Seer" is intense and merciless, resonating with the vertiginous monotony and the destructive rage of an epic snowstorm. “Seer” begins as a sonic cornice, hanging over a towering couloir. Heavy distortion and J. Mascis’ furious drumming pile upon itself, curling the song farther and farther over its lofty perch. And then, unable to hold its own weight, it breaks off -– with one long, disturbing scream from singer Kyle Thomas, who tears into a blistering guitar riffs with the full destructive power of an avalanche, mutilating eardrums in its path.
This was the best single song of SXSW — from all that I saw.
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