Sunday, April 24, 2005
je suis plastique
If you think science is messy and untruthful than you should never go to a Medeski, Martin and Wood show. They're the Phish of jazz-ish bands. Science has proven, over a thousand years ago, that white people think that dancing means acting like rhythm isnt there and jerking their bodies on some "yo, you should call 9-1-1 cause I dont know if I'm having a seizure" shit. Science also tells us that if 99.88888889% of the people at a show are shaggy-haired, collegiate-aged white kids and they're not wearing backpacks: something is wrong. And indeed, Sherlock, there was.
It was the music. It was no good for many reasons. As musicians, these three dudes are great--they can tap, pluck and slap with the best of them (they are on Blue Note, after all...like sixty years too late). but, as a performance this is the worst thing I have ever seen in my life--that includes a Garth Brooks performance, a drunk Lee Perry-lookalike playing Blind Lemon Jefferson in Houston and some wack opening group for Sage Francis named Mac Lethal. Worst, I tell you. They noodled and acted like Bitches Brew only came out in France.
Ah.
Three words: Fu-s-ion.
G'night.
