Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Catching up.

Okay. The exciting conclusion from last week's Sleater-Kinney story was that the band rescheduled the gig, they played and were wholly awesome. Of course, you already know this, and, if you don't you should head over to NPR and download that shit. I feel really very lucky to have finally...on my last possible chance!...seen them play live. Criminal, I know--but in my defense, I spend long swaths of each year going on stage at the same time as your average rock band. I miss bands often. Sometimes I miss whole careers. You'd be gobsmacked to learn how few times I've seen Fugazi, for example--and each time I have, it was only because of heroic logistical planning. That's why when I get free for a while I go a little manic as far as concert attendance goes.

Well, Sleater-Kinney, at long last, proved worthy of exceeding the Stars-standard of live performance. It was an absolutely kick-ass show, loud and bold and brash guitar rock, a great blend of the bands uptempo, danceable punk and their later, more sinuous cock-rock. Corin wailed and Carrie leapt around like a madwoman and Janet punched a hole in he snare. Explosivo, people. Made you forget all about another alt-rock trio from the Pacific Northwest that garnered 1000x the press and praise for an output that rarely approached Sleater-Kinney's discography in terms of quality.

Man, I never wanted it to end. The audience got to vote for S-K to play "Turn It On"--which was both adorable considering how little DC gets to vote for, and instructive. It proved how great democracy is without an electoral college. We coaxed them back out for a second encore despite the club turning the lights on and turning on the Get The Fuck Out Of Here Music, and if there was any doubt to the excellence of their performance, it could not have survived their final song of the evening: when they tore into "Dig Me Out", they played with such ferocity that you might have imagined that they had just started the show.

Fucking amazing. Here's the so very bestever set list:

"One Beat"
"Not what You Want"
"#1 Must Have"
"Steep Air"
"Burn Don't Freeze"
"End of You"
"What's Mine Is Yours"
"Modern Girl"
"Let's Call It Love"
"Little Babies"
"Iron Clad"
"Get Up"
"Buy Her Candy"
"Turn It On"
"Dance Song 97"
"Words & Guitar"
"Dig Me Out"

Next on the social agenda for the weekend was The Wedding of the Year between Randy Baker and Deb Sivigny. The cute couple proposed right on the Rorschach stage, so the company rolled massive to the Tregaron Estate--current home to the Washington International School and former stomping grounds of Marjorie Merriwether Post. Given that it was a marriage between a director and a designer, aided and abetted by two other directors with cameras, one producer from Small Space, Big Style, a lighting designer, a sound designer, more costume designers than you could shake a seam ripper at, the vocal prowess of Scott McCormick and the watchful gaze of Jenny McConnell Frederick, you can be damn sure that the whole thing was mega-fun and a beautiful sight to behold.

One of the highlights of the wedding for me was that I finally got to meet the person who inspired this blog. It was, many moons ago, Randy Baker's darn-near-Chekovian tale of a Richmond friend who got mugged and subsequently shot in the stomach, rendering it necessary for him to make an inordinate number of bowel movements in a single day and making it possible for him to eat the yellow pages for breakfast and fully pass it before sundown that made this blog necessary by teaching me the lesson that some stories needed to be told! And some people needed to tell those stories! It was a great chance for me to pay respects to the person who caused the birth of the DCeiver, which in turn directly led to many other writing opportunities and, best of all, a huge and permanent upward tick in my income. History, like me unfortunately, might not be able to recall this man's name, but there should be no doubt that Randy's shot-in-the-gut friend is one of the heroes.

By the way people who don't know much about the city talk about it, you'd think that Washington DC practically invented the idea of transience. Nevertheless, just as people come to the city, other people leave--and August seems to be the month to do it. This weekend, the DCists will say goodbye to the bound-for-London Ryan Avent, who proved that you could go from being a snarky DCist commenter to the site's Editor in Chief in less than a year. This past weekend, however, we gathered at Perry's to bid farewell to one of my fave actresses and people, Liz Chomko before she returned from whence she came: California. She'll be greatly missed as a colleague and friend, and we want to ensure her mother that she never participated in anything remotely pornographic or shameful while she was here in DC. TRUST ME. Sort of trust me, anyway. Sad news, but if there's one thing that makes me happy, is that Liz is the only person I know who's left DC to be nearer her family that wasn't just saying that because they had fucked up the country as a part of the Bush administration and had to flee before anyone found out about it.


Anonymous said...

as a participant in the WOTY (wedding of the year) I can truly say it is a sight to behold when the Rorschach crew rolls into a place and does the things they did. From the set-up, to the execution, to the partying afterwards, to the strike, I cannot imagine any other group of people pulling together as well to pull off something at the same time amazing to behold, and amazing to enjoy. Watch out DC if the Rorschacher's every roll your way to stage something, cause they WILL knock it out of the park. Don't let anyone ever say Rorschach doesn't roll HEAVY!

penguingirl said...

As one of the co-stars of the wedding, I have to say it was certainly the best that I've attended. Thanks all so so much for rallying to the super challenge.