All together now.
In high school I was a band fag. Percussion. Which was great because our football team blew and our band was great and commanded most of the rah-rah energy around. I was really fucking good, too. Then the fascists kicked me out. Apparently it was minorly scandalous but I don’t really remember. In any case, I will probably always have a boner for drumlines and drum and bugle corps and shit like that. For instance, this:
Gets me every time. What can I say.
Also, after listening to this album really loud in the car today I realized that despite having heard a healthy amount of Balinese gamelan stuff (mostly at KTRU) I had never actually seen it performed. TOTAL INTENSITY:
Houston has a gamelan orchestra but my friend Elissa has barred me from joining it. I have no idea why, but I’m sure she knows best.
So after happening across that Top Secret Drum Corps footage at the top, I remembered that I had wanted at one point to start a punk rock marching band, which I assume would be a small collection of people who halfway remember how to play their high school band instruments figuring out arrangements of “Oh Bondage Up Yours” and making up dumb marches, which sounds great to me. Googling “punk rock marching band” doesn’t bring up as much as one would expect, but it did lead me to Mucca Pazza. Check this shit out, fun starts at about 1:27:
Like that, only angry and with fire!
So I thought that that looked like fun, or at least like more fun than whatever you’re doing tonight, so I checked their tour dates and WOULD NOT YOU KNOW IT: they were here less than a month ago! I heard nothing of this! And where the fuck else would they play?
Photo from Breakfast on Tour.
Please note that Benjamin Wesley played, too, and I’ve been meaning to catch him. WHY WAS I NOT ALERTED?
Hey Mat! Hope you’re feeling better.