FMQB Triple A Conference & 97.3 KBCO Present
SPOON + FOXYGEN + RON GALLO - SOLD OUT
Thu Aug 10
Doors: 7:30 pm / Show: 8:30 pm
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Dave Fridmann & Spoon Mastered By: Howie Weinberg Contributors: Sara Hauser - vocals (“First Caress,” “Can I Sit Next To You,” “Tear It Down”) Blair Robbins - vocals (“First Caress,” “Can I Sit Next To You,” “Tear It Down”) Sharon Van Etten - vocals (“First Caress”) Stephen Patterson - extra drums (“Pink Up”) Brad Shenfeld - darbuka & sax (“Pink Up”) Sabrina Ellis - vocals (“Tear It Down”) Ted Taforo - sax (“Us”)
small bar. Classy joint. Beautiful ugly woman sits at the taps.
Frail handsome man with a rag mops around her drink. Collectin' the
dust. There are other people in the bar is what I'm saying but forget
them we wanna focus on the men in the booth. There's something about
these two guys. Some sort of exotic mystique. They got an air of
show business about em. Like talented actors. Like they've seen
triumph and scandal and delirium. How old are they?
Could be 37 year olds playing 25 year olds. Could be kids dressed as
adults. All I know is these two young guys are lookin' good and bored
and ready for some kinda seismic activity.
The tall one name of 'France' gets up goes to the bathroom. Comes
back with a condom from the machine. Stuffs it in his wallet where
the other one used to be. He's muttering his debut novella to
The other one, all cheek bone structure and hair goes by 'Rado.' He's
tapping out a rhythm with chopsticks up against the table which he's
muted with a napkin. Erratic thuds. Rado's just now written an album
in his mind and he's ready for a milkshake.
They've each got different hair styles. Different builds. Different
ways. But they seem to move as a unit. Like a two legged dog
attached to some kind of cart mechanism that follows the drifter
around. Snarls when I try to pat it. They don't seem dangerous but
they could be the guys they were talking about on the news. Is
that why they turned the TV off when they came in? Bar tender didn't
bat an eyelid when the Rado one yanked the power chord out.
These guys are American that's for sure. West Coast Vampires.
They're in the entertainment business. Immigrant ancestors. Real mix
of blood types. Gamblers and magnates and Hustlers and POWs. All
distilling down to true lyrics and songs that matter in the San
Fernando valley and every other place too. Real operators. Kinda
guys that discover young talent and harvest it into superstar outfits.
Kinda guys that assemble the most talented musicians they could find from LA to Long Island for things like exotic show band arrangements and ambient beauty. Real guys. Guys that make moves. From one place to another.
Besides, Foxygen was never just one band.
Foxygen is the Big Bang of two combusting minds. It's the splayed
Galaxy of polar geniuses Sam France and Jonathan Rado. It's a
handshake with a knife behind your back. A cosmic, Californian
death-game of highway chicken. A sleepless night in a five star
hotel. Truth or dare. Foxygen is the risk of pushing your best
friend off the ledge just to see if they can fly.
You listen to this album properly. You take in each moment. Each new
melody that threads forward from the fingertips of one of this
generation's finest piano men in Jonathan Rado. And you fall in line
behind Sam France's sprawling and reckless lyric. Witness his
mastery. Feel them struggle against the walls of their own creations.
Follow them there. To the perimeter. To the exit sign. And let your
eyes fog up with thoughts like 'For at least this moment I understand
how cold blooded and beautiful I am.' Notice that the two young guys
aren't there anymore. They're outside looking for another joint to
haunt. They're already out of sight.
And now you're on a train. Facing the wrong way so the trees are
passing in front of you. And you're looking forward but everything is
getting further away. These nowhere towns somehow sound good. Like
the city is heavy, but out here we float a little bit. America is too
big of a boat to sink. Don't sink baby. Hang.
FACTS ABOUT HANG
- Hang is Foxygen's first proper studio record, recorded in Los Angeles, CA at Electro Vox Studios.
- Hang was written and produced entirely by Foxygen
- Hang features Steven Drozd of the Flaming Lips, as well as Brian D'Addario and Michael D'Addario of the Lemon Twigs as players on the record.
- Hang features a 40+ piece symphony orchestra on every track. Trey Pollard from Spacebomb arranged and conducted the orchestral parts, with additional arranging from Matthew E. White.
- No computers were used in the process of making Hang. It was recorded & mixed entirely on 2" tape and the vinyl lacquers were cut directly from master tapes.
HEAVY META LP...is 11 tracks of lyrical confrontation and laughter for cynicslaid down roughly on a bed of fuzz, chaotic structures and primal sounds evoked from a red Fender jaguar electric guitar -there is bass, there are drums and not much else besides the occasional icing (no artificial colors or dyes).It’s not comfortable and easily pinpointed and I’m sure that will create an issue for the desire for neat little boxes we have grown to love. On my shelf currently there is a Mahalia Jackson record sandwiched between “Funhouse” by The Stooges and Minor Threat.Lately on long drives, we’ve been deep into the Eckhart Tolle audiobook for “A New Earth”, a variety of comedy podcasts (specify), our friends and bands in our new adopted home of Nashville, stand-up specials and revisiting 90’s hits -oh, and listening to our own recorda lot to make sure the mixes are right on car speakers. My bedroom window curtains are orange. We tour in a maroon SUV.The band, RG3, consists of Joe Bisirri on bass and Dylan Sevey on drums.If you’ve made it this far, now might be a good time to goover some pretty boring backstory to create further context for the “assets” of my “brand”:I was in a band called Toy Soldiers for about 8 years that started as a drum/guitar duo between my longtime friend from middle school and I, fluctuated into a 12-piece freak show and then eventually a solid 5-piece rock and roll group.I consider that brand my musical training wheels.It was the reason one night in 2007 I realized in a low ceiling south Philadelphia basement that maybe one day I could be a singer.We barreled around the country many times, made many mistakes, had good times and eventually played our last show in August of 2014.Shortly thereafter I started a label called American Diamond Recordings and put out a record called “RONNY”, the cover is my face with a slice of pizza on it and it sounds like an island vacation.I didn’t know what I was doing when I made it. I still don’t know what I’m doing and I plan on keeping it that way. The only thing I do know is that I want to use music to reflect the times and as a primary outlet for me to become a total psychopath on stage, challenge myself and talk about potentially heavy real world things, call you out, then maybe we can even hug after the show.I am forever grateful for this life and anyone that ever comes to a show, buys a record and wants to have a real conversation. I have no idea where things are going, but I know it’s best to grow with them and be okay with whatever happens. As for right now, it seems like a great time to WAKE UP, put all of ourselves into it, acknowledge our own personal limitless value and beauty and if I can be any part in that, well then, awesome. Thank you.
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