Even before taking on bass duty in Sarina Simoom, Chris Pearson was an unnaturally busy person. He's a founding member of the Czars, Jux County and Velveteen Monster, as well as the president of his own record label, Velveteen Records. Pearson also dabbles in film production (his current project, The Velveteen Movie, is a travelogue of "eerie places" in western Colorado and New Mexico) and Web design. (He maintains the label's fairly exhaustive site, www.velveteenrecords.com. Noticing a theme here?) Oh, yeah, he's also got a day job. So one wonders what possessed Pearson to join Simoom, an outfit that relocated to Denver in 1998 after a healthy infancy in Washington, D.C., New York and Philadelphia. The questions, though, end after a listen to the band. Pearson's first gig with Sarina Simoom was last Thursday at one of Radio 1190's two "Local Shakedown" showcases at the Bluebird, and it found Pearson in some mighty fine musical company -- specifically, Todd Bills on drums and East Coast implants Brian Balestrieri (guitar) and Jenna Herbst (violin, guitar and vocals). Most of Pearson's efforts lean toward the atmospheric -- from the roving soundtrack landscapes of Velveteen Monster to the often creepy crawl of Jux County -- a fact that means he's right at home within the lush auditory environs Simoom so gracefully pokes and prods. A onetime violinist for Twilight Motel, Herbst is simply a luminous talent -- a concise player whose elastic vocal style recalls Kate Bush, a more melodic Kristin Hersh and the elusive sirens of all those Greek myths. And though Herbst occupied a large portion of the spotlight at last week's show, the band's wisely understated, harmonic arrangements were a simple, sensual and sensory treat. Pearson may be spreading himself a bit thin with all of his many projects, but it's certainly understandable why he'd want to be a part of this one. Meanwhile, the Czars are still awaiting the release of the tentatively titled Before, But, Longer on Bella Union Records, as well as a rare live show in Denver on Friday, November 12, at the Gothic Theatre. Sarina Simoom, conveniently enough, will perform, as will opener Janet Feder. The following night, the clearly lazy Pearson and Velveteen Monster will serve as the opening act for Robyn Hitchcock at the Soiled Dove. (Hitchcock will be performing with a full band for the first time in nearly ten years. He'll also be joined by Kimberly Rew, a long-lost member of his original outfit, the Soft Boys.)
Those who don't know much about progressive rock might be surprised to learn that the genre has its very own holiday: ProgDay, it's called, an annual event held in North Carolina, where those who are fond of weird time signatures and King Crimson convene to get their experimental groove on. The prog-rockers in Denver's Thinking Plague have been known to celebrate -- and themselves be celebrated -- at ProgDay, having been named "Best Overall Performance" at this year's gathering. That's no small potatoes considering the band was in league with others from this continent and beyond. Thinking Plague has also been invited to participate in both the North East Art Rock Festival in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, in June 2000 and the Festival MIMI in Arles, France, in July. The band may in fact have a plague on its head, but that seems to be a healthy thing.
John Reidy thinks most things suck, and he's not about to temper his opinions for the meek who might accidentally happen upon his Web site, delicately titled "Hooligan Web Shite" (www.thehooligan.com). The site is an electronic extension of Reidy's underground zine The Hooligan, which began in Denver in 1993 and celebrated six years of publication on November 10. And though I'm sure he'll find a reason to slag me sometime in the near future, perhaps for some ill-chosen words in this very passage, I can't find a reason to give him the same treatment. Reidy's razor wit and bratty sarcasm make up an often insightful, no-bullshit look at pop culture, whether he's reviewing film (in "The 20 Second Film Review," Reidy reviews films based solely on their commercials or trailers), adopting the pseudonym John Hooligan to spew bile about things that piss him off (a recent rant was titled "Wellington Webb Is a Dick,") or compiling "James Sharp's Trash List" (a regularly updated index of equal-opportunity idiocies). Those who offend his tastes are almost uniformly referred to as "motherfuckers," and he harbors a big ol' hatred for all things commercial, excessive and obvious -- in other words, most TV, music and film. Reidy, though, does give credit where he feels it is due, reviewing records in earnest and supporting similarly indie endeavors such as Radio 1190. Truth is, John Reidy probably doesn't like you, and try as you might to return the sentiment regarding The Hooligan, chances are you'll struggle to suppress a laugh while doing so. Happy Anniversary, motherfucker.
Something gleaned from a PBS special last week: Truly devout Muslims are required to travel far and wide to make a pilgrimage to Mecca just once in their lives as a show of faith and devotion to Allah. Something gleaned from a conversation with Jay Bianchi, manager of Quixote's True Blue: Faithful and devoted fans of the Grateful Dead will no longer have to make a pilgrimage to that club's East Colfax location, as the venue will open in a new spot sometime around the first of the year. The Quixote's folks are looking at buildings in the Capitol Hill neighborhood and will reopen in the same spirit that drives the current incarnation. That is, it'll still be a good place to get sweaty and dready and do that chicken dance. "Where we are now, we're a destination venue. You don't get people who just drop in. The neighborhood we're in, it's not the greatest," Bianchi says. Bianchi is confident that those who pledge true-blue loyalty to the present venue will be pleased with the new digs. "Just like we did last time, we will do it up, and we will do it up right." Right on!
