DJ Rick |
06.02.2008 01:00 PM |
A solo gig is hit-or-miss. The dude can be magical or just really annoying in that Olympia-sorta way. Being such a "punk/indie/DIY utopia", it is a bubble community with a strange perception of itself and the outside world, and bands and artists that come from there often seem to look down their noses at everybody else.
I interviewed him back in 1995 and thought, "Jeez...Is this guy for real?" He made me sick. Then a year or so later, I finally saw his band, and it was outstanding. His newest band is his best, though. The rhythm is so locked-in and solid, the sax squealing among the finest of any whiteboy in angular arty rock, and Arrington is a masterful leader and crowd-stoker.
As a solo thing, though, it can either feel like a lecture that you can only endure begrudgingly, or it can be magical, like the time I saw him in an actual nuclear fallout shelter buried below someone's backyard here in Davis. His throat singing was mesmerizing, and eventually echoed around the concrete chamber until it sounded downright scary. He later pulled out a rubber band and twiddled it like a mouth-harp while holding it between his teeth like a piece of floss. The room echoed it again to make it sound amped and electric. His pleadings to the crowd to explore their own world of sound were minimal enough to overlook....not too annoying.
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