The Show is Up

And opens in 90 minutes. Some friends and I put up the show in the Palace last night. I forgot some basic tools for the installation, which led to some sloppiness on my part. My friends did very well with the Butter module at the end of the pool tables, and Knot Knocked Up was given a properly random alignment. El Zombi Gato is limited to four smaller prints of the guitar and bass players, but I plan full band coverage soon. Adelaide and Chelsea are already stars and feature prominently here.

I have a list of my ****ups to avoid next time, and an improved step list. It's a big step for me to go from digital to print. Holy analog, Batman. My full report on the event should be out by late Sunday.

Saturday Starts with the Markets

Where else would any red-blooded Missoulian start Saturday, except at the markets? On June 11, I guided some friends visiting from Kansas around zootown, and they bought several momentos. After the markets, it was time to eat at the Catalyst.

Somewhere along the way, we saw this sticker.

As the day ended, we approached the underground music scene.

Underground in more ways than one, and a good time was had by all. This was the last performance by Knot Knocked Up.

Friday, the 13th in Zootown

The once unnamed band, which had been Thug Life, is now Dr Agony and the Mystery Date. I don't know what the Dr Agony part is about, but I like Mystery Date. Pay attention zootown, there's some serious young star power developing here.








Electric Dandelion was set up and ready to go, at a house party, awaiting the arrival of their front man Kalen. I recently covered their show at the Palace. This night's performance ended soon, as the old wiring couldn't supply enough juice to power the band.



Mikki said my flash bothered her, and I began to shoot at slow shutter speeds with available light. I've been experimenting with this for a week or two.

When the musicians became giants, the one limitation of the basement venue became apparent. It was a wild and woolly night in the underground, beneath ZACC.



Pluto's a Planet capped the evening, at Dauphine's.




I can't be everywhere, but sometimes I try and I'm too old for that. This body can only handle so much coffee, and I need my eight hours.

Last night, was another marathon night, much like First Friday, a week earlier. Last week still isn't handled, but time is flexible and re-arrangeable in our new world. Thus, I simply must handle Friday, the 13th, first, and then go back to last week to finish off First Friday.

I started the evening with Mystery Date, because I saw them at the Palace and enjoyed their set. See that event in a previous post and on the flickr archive. Find more of Friday, the 13th, as well.

From Dauphine's, I rushed to a Northside house party for Knot Knocked Up, but arrived as they began their last number. Electric Dandelion set up to play next, but the old house refused to cooperate, electrically, and the band packed it in. It wasn't a long walk to ZACC, where Bridgebuilder was performing in the basement. Then it was back to Dauphine's, where Pluto's a Planet was the final act.

Thomas Pendarvis has added producer to his credits, with several fine cutting-edge programs at Dauphine's. Dauphine's is moving into the building with the Badlander and the Palace. It's happening now.

Goddammitboyhowdy is coming to the ZACC basement. I missed them twice at the Badlander, and they cancelled a show at the Lab, when I was there and waiting. They will be here Saturday, March 28. Raw Nerves, from Portland, and two other bands are also on the bill for that event.

Zootown Underground, Part Deux

Mikey

Allison

Mariah


Cassandra


I love the four women of Knot Knocked Up. On Thursday, February 19, they headlined an event in the basement of ZACC.

Appropriately enough, the band before Knot Knocked Up was called No Babies. Except for the drummer, while playing, they all moved around too rapidly for me to keep up. When some instrument trading took place, and the singer sat at the drums, I finally captured her image. Before that I had a hank of hair, a shoulder and a flash, nothing more.

The band laid down their instruments once and transformed into a brass section, becoming visible in the process.





Deny the Dinosaur opened the evening with some powerful metal strumming and almost dirge-like melodies. They were, however, either shy or shunning the audience with their backs turned. I sneaked around back and got one decent profile.



Green Sickness is the moniker these chaps go by.

The proud father of the drummer asked me to photograph his son. He's above and his son is below.







This fellow only attends the hippest of events.


Perhaps inspired by No Babies, Knot Knocked Up capped the evening with an awesome performance topping even their explosive show at the lab with a truly fearless exhibit here.