So here’s what I’m going to try and do. Emphasis on try.
Connections in the building permitting, I’m going to try and liveblog tonight’s My Bloody Valentine show, as the subject line indicates. Yes, I know this is spectacularly goofy and geeky. I don’t care.
Why? I think because, in comparison to all the stories and things I’ve said and written about them over time, I’d like to see what it’s like in real time to gather my thoughts — give some focus from the center of it all, whatever it turns out to be.
If no further additions to this post beyond this general introduction and some links appear, then the liveblog ain’t happening, but I will be recording my thoughts into a message to myself which I’ll copy/paste into the blog later tonight. I will also be taking photos as I go, so keep an eye out on the Flickr stream.
We’ll see how it all works out.
For now, one last link to my Marooned piece detailing among other things when I saw them last in 1992 — final third of the article in question — as well as a link to my interview with Kevin Shields in the mid-nineties with what I think is the key section:
NR: I’m especially thinking, of course, of your version of “You Made Me Realize.” I saw two performances back then, one at the Roxy and one at the Palace, which I gather was one of the last times the band performed back then…
KS: The last time we played in America…actually, the last time we played anywhere! The one in Los Angeles. It was a shame, because it wasn’t loud. I remember thinking we played technically well, and I remember playing and going, ‘It’s not loud.’ Because when it’s loud, you can see ripples among the people as they all get hit by certain frequencies…
NR: To put your mind at ease, I think it was loud enough!
KS: Loud in a caustic way, but not in a low-frequency way, not in the stomach way. In the ears, yeah. I think we definitely tried to push that as far as we could ever push it. But I think in the future I want to make it a lot more physical, in a body way.
NR: That actually sounds a bit like Throbbing Gristle, of all bands, the way they tried to make sound visible.
KS: I think that’s a good thing! I think that’s real. It’s like when you play an acoustic guitar, weirdly enough. The only way you can imitate an acoustic guitar effect on your body when you’re sitting there playing it is to have a Marshall amp at full. It’s quite perverse, in a way. People perceive loud music as somehow being really confrontational and aggressive, but really what you’re doing is being sensual. At least that’s the way I feel; I know Dinosaur Jr. are like that as well. A lot of bands are trying to get that feel when they’re just sitting around playing with their amplifiers; then it feels right. When it feels dislocated from you, when it feels quiet, then it’s wrong.
ILM discussion of the tour, once it started, began here.
Time for me to get ready to go…and this is a quick test addition.
8:26 — and Spectrum take the stage. Going to enjoy this set more than talk about it but it’s an apt pairing on many levels, not least of which is their partnership on a couple of EAR releases.
The crowd is what Mackro calls a reunion crowd, a mix of familiar types old and young. I know I’m older, wouldn’t mind being younger, won’t complain.
Surprisingly good sound mix so far. We’ll see if this lasts…
8:47 — very good set so far and Honey from Valet just said hi. It’s going to be that kind of night. Elvis Telecom just showed up to say hi right during the freakout on “When Tomorrow Hits.”
9:03 — probably the end of the set here with “Suicide.” The appropriateness of Spectrum being here is realizing how Spacemen 3 and MBV were the starting point for so many swathes of bands I’ve loved over time — there is almost a resetting of the clock to zero happening. The downside is in recognizing how much of this is both thrilling and expected — not a show of surprises but reconfirmations. I admit I will wish it was something more, however much I love the results. This music was not always just comfort food.
9:22 — break. Deep breath before the plunge.
9:25 — okay there’s some other anonymous opening band now. Yawn. Will post again after they’re done.
9:51 — allegedly that was one Gemma Hayes. She was the Buffalo Tom of this lineup. ANYWAY. Now we wait…
10:00 — lights go down…
10:07 — they get dimmer…
10:12 — and dimmer! How to extract tension.
10:24 — they’re on!
10:25 — “I Only Said” — which they started the 1992 shows with. This IS the third leg of the Loveless tour. Sound is huge if boomy, strobes and visuals massive.
10:33 — “When You Sleep” — the combination of the song and the lead imagery makes me think of Windy and Carl’s Terrastock 7 set on meth. Exactly the intent I’d guess.
10:36 — “You Never Should” — has that pleasant aggro Isn’t Anything feeling, not as sculpted as Loveless songs. Very bright. I hear what sounds like howls to my left.
10:41 — “(When You Wake) You’re Still In A Dream”, one of the more Sonic Youth goes blissed numbers. Isn’t Anything is a great album but I do approach it differently so it’s nice to hear in this way, very brawling, not restrained.
10:43 — “Cigarette In Your Bed” I do believe. As barbed as ever but Bilinda sounds more coolly ready to destroy, the guitars slipperier then angrier. Nice choice.
10:47 — “Come In Alone” — MBV as slow boogie monster band is a bit of a secret weapon I think. Feels a little more leaden here though I’d say it was down to the venue. Deb is I’ve noticed less frenetic playing bass these days.
10:53 — dear old “Only Shallow” — somehow it sounds shriller, angrier and more violent all at once, on the verge of cave-in. Monstrous and indiscriminatory. I am positive I heard some screams at the start.
10:55 — “Thorn” — back to Isn’t Anything-era stuff. I really must get all the song names down again. You can sense the power pop band they once were creeping around the edges.
11:01 — “Nothing Much To Lose” — they would play the song with the stop start drum rampage freakout. The first people in my area to abandon it cut out now. Mackro is in heaven.
11:03 — “To Here Knows When” — somehow I knew this was next. Candy glaze wooze overload but now the drums are a clearer undercarriage, a relentless flowing push, near EBM jackbooted punch. More people flee. This is one of the soundtracks to the riot in my head, forever melting amps. The crowd seems hot and woozy but not yet stunned. Yet.
11:11 — “Slow” — the monster death boogie of them all, or at least of MBV. Pure grind, and somehow both nasty and…right. Then some thank yous and…
11:13 — “Soon” — look just read my Marooned essay. Sounds better live than it ever has been. Back in a bit.
11:22 — “Feed Me With Your Kiss” — rather loud, this one. Which is saying something at this point. The serenity of the performers versus the violence of the music is the core for the whole band. Deb is in her element.
11:25 — “You Made Me Realise” — well, here we go. Next post in five minutes.
11:31 — hmm. My teeth are rattling. Audience reactions ranging from devil horns to spasmodic jerking around to, apparently, pain. The sound feels like subterrenean lava. Definitely more tactile than in 1992 so Kevin has his wish.
11:36 — approaching ten minutes into the holocaust. It’s interesting to notice the variety now — shifts in tone, in layers of scuzz. Nobody’s leaving around me — they’re in for good.
11:40 — some people shuffle back. They aren’t looking happy.
11:42 — not many hands in the air now. Over sixteen minutes. My jawline is starting to ache and the nerves feel numb.
11:44 — into the final verse. Holocaust just under eighteen minutes. And that’s that…