By Isa Jones
By Mary Willson
By Brian Turk
By Drew AIles
By Taylor Boylston
By Bree Davies
By Emerald O'Brien
I'm almost astonished by what I hear. Surely, everyone knows that multinational radio giants and soulless record companies are behind all of the shlock that clogs the airwaves -- I mean, that's got to be it, right? So how to explain sentient beings willingly paying money to hear the sixteen-billionth spin of "My Sacrifice"? (It was during a round of tabletop video poker that I first learned to loathe Creed.) Or why adults of legal drinking age line up the quarters for songs by Sum 41, Kelly Osbourne and Puddle of Mudd? To each their own, we say as our mind wobbles.
Relativism plays a big part in the dive-bar musical experience, whether those bars are in Phoenix, Fargo, Denver or Dover. In my group, usually around closing time, someone will make the sloshy confession, without irony or embarrassment, that they do, indeed, love Journey. We'll concede that we understand why people liked Pearl Jam and that INXS was at least stylish and sexy in its day. We will practically rejoice to hear John Cougar Mellencamp and actually tear up when "Born to Run" comes blaring out of the 'box as the bartender announces last call. It's the same story year after year, and most of the music is the same, too: What's old becomes new again, and what's new sometimes seems foreign and incomprehensible. I think it's a fitting place to start again. Happy New Year.
The holidays were a tad more glamorous for members of the Czars, who spent Christmas not in a stinky old bar, but among ruins and revelers in L'Espagne. The band was selected to open several Spanish dates on the Flaming Lips' European tour; the shows were part of Winterfest, a festival lineup that also paired the act with Imperial Teen and Elf Power. (Having now toured the Old World five times, the Czars are slowly inching toward the same "More Popular Abroad Than at Home" status that has shadowed 16 Horsepower for years.) And because we believe wholeheartedly in living vicariously through people who lead more exciting lives than we do, we asked bassist Chris Pearson to provide us with a brief account of the band's transatlantic trek -- or, How the Czars Spent Their Christmas Vacation. Take it away, Señor Pearson:
"Our schedule was crammed with six airports, two rental cars, 2,500 kilometers of driving, five shows in five nights and little to no time for any sightseeing or rest. No rest for the wicked. We left for Spain and embarked on a 25-hour marathon travel day through Miami, London and Barcelona. I had to rent a second car for the extra roadies who 'volunteered' for the trip once they found out who we were playing with. They never seem to be available when we tour Cincinnati and Detroit. Andy Monley [guitarist] brought his ten-year-old son, Simon; along with my friends from Albuquerque and our publicist Karine from Paris, we had an entourage of eleven people.
"Driving in Spain is an exercise in opposites. Highways are easy to navigate and are well-maintained, with no speed limit, while the cities are the polar opposite. The streets change names every other block and are directionless, with one-ways (usually the wrong way) and one-lane streets cut off by double-parked cars and taxis. The roundabouts are an adventure in geometry and patience, and the taxis and buses apparently have universal immunity to drive in any lane at any speed. Getting lost is a given, and a compass or GPS is a must if you want to make the gig on time.
"The scenery in Spain is a lot like New Mexico, except with castles and monasteries in every town and a large black bull (aka El Toro Negro) standing along each highway. In the '80s, they were billboards for Soberano Cognac; Spain outlawed billboards on national roads in the early '90s, and then the bulls were painted black to guard the hillside. They have since become a national symbol.
"After arriving in Barcelona, we drove six hours to Madrid for the first show at the Sala Arena, and over 1,000 were in attendance. All bands had a great response, and the crowds were very respectful of each other's music. The Czars' set was the mellowest and most melancholic of the four bands. Luckily, John Grant [bandleader] speaks fluent Spanish, and his opening introduction to the audience provided a good icebreaker. Something to the effect that he had spent a lot of his time learning to speak Spanish, but that night he would concentrate on singing in English. Our set length was only 45 minutes, into which we managed to squeeze ten songs. I knew we had fans at each show, because they cheered when we played some of our more familiar songs, like "Black and Blue" and "Drug." On all four nights, Wayne Coyne from the Flaming Lips popped up on the side of the stage and watched us, which was a little unnerving but an indication that he liked us. Apparently he had never heard of us before the tour, but he was impressed enough to see each show, and he made a point of thanking us during the Lips' set.