Pose and Mean It
Photo by Christine Marie
at the Wiltern LG, November 24
Twenty-six years along, more humans than ever are nuts for this Mike Ness punk. On the first of six sold-out nights, dudes sported the Ness slicked-back hair, Levis jacket and bulldog strut. Old friends reunited. Mothers dragged daughters. And they all bawled along with his down-but-never-quite-out fables.
After the wife of Social Distortions touring bassist, Rancids Matt Freeman, went into labor, pal Brent Harding had to learn the songs in one day. He was solid, and not just thanks to the whipping, slapping drumphatics of Charlie Motherfucking Quintana, who could make a stuffed panda sound good. Ness went to work with his usual commitment; critics who slag him for being a poser (who aint?) should recognize that he means every chest thump and guitar jerk. Owner of a truly distinctive yowl, Ness communicates his love with a tough melodiousness, street-level directness and gas-station attire that stamp him as a friend, not a god. From "Mommys Little Monster" through "Prison Bound" and "Story of My Life," the meaty hits kept the crowd wobbling the beams. And special electricity leaped from the dare-to-live exhortation of "Reach for the Sky" and the 50s drama of "Highway 101" from the new Sex, Love and Rock n Roll, a soulfully crafted salute to deceased S.D. guitarist Dennis Danell.
Though the texture was samey with both Ness and John Maurer slashing Les Pauls through Marshalls all night, the set kept a head of steam thanks to a dynamic lighting scheme and Dan McGaughs piano and organ flavorings. Plenty of blue-collar sweat dripped into these suit-and-tie environs a punching, choking NBA game even broke out in the expensive seats. All for a tattooed runt from Orange County who knows how to grab guts. Screw Springsteen.
SUNN O))), EARTH, THE HIDDEN HAND
at the Knitting Factory, November 18
A shame this gig was held at the increasingly rundown Knitting Factory rather than in a natural amphitheater, a Buddhist temple or a hermits cave. Because as modern as this music is its powered by electricity, after all if you got to a certain receptive frame of mind, you could hear a kind of shamanic barding, a practice as old (arguably) as consciousness itself.
D.C.-based Hidden Hand performed postBlack Sabbath heavy rock concerned with matters political and cosmic-existential. Guitarist-singer Wino, hair now stretching to his belt, is an underground-metal lifer and a committed liberal: The sets strongest material, sometimes sung by bassist Bruce Falkinburg, confronted war-makers with there-they-go-again weariness and we-will-stop-them vigor; both the musics dynamic, unpredictable shifts and its truthful righteousness resembled (of all people!) 80s punk heroes the Minutemen edge dwellers reporting ominous activity, sages recalling deeper ideals.
Earths set, though wordless, seemed to do a similar thing: Guitarist Dylan Carlson, looking less the father of ambient metal that he is than just another sensitive greaser, picked out heavy, twanged, blood-dark notes at a doomed, codeine-like pace, occasionally stretching them into unresolving tones of enormous, eardrum-bypassing volume in a way that would make Lucifer Rising composer Bobby Beausoleil proud. The music had a prophetic aura, a calm, almost resigned heralding of an approaching storm.
The white-and-red-robed guitar duo Sunn O))), joined by laptop noisenik John Wiese (who opened) and a score of fog machines, seemed to be that storm: an endless, thick, slow-motion motionlessness that did the old Blue Cheer trick of turning air into cottage cheese. Monolithic, internally disruptive and ultimately music-is-the-massage meditative, Sunn O))) reminds us that sound is a vibration and then reminds us that matter is, too.
JAY-Z AND FRIENDS
at Staples Center, November 24
DJ Kid Capri warmed up a diverse crowd that included Lakers Kobe Bryant and Chris Mihm. The lights went down, the Godfather theme swelled, and Jay-Z (the don) took the stage to rap "99 Problems," "Big Pimpin," "Hard Knock Life" and the rest. It was a night of mini-sets. R&B diva Mary J. Blige entered wearing a white outfit and white shades; Jigga, dressed to match, teamed up for the gut-wrenching "Song Cry," then Blige tapped her solo classics "Im Going Down," "Sweet Thing" and "Real Love."
Method Man and Redman, looking like they were on some hippie lettuce, smoked a short set that included "Bring the Pain" and "Cheka." Referencing the recent death of Ol Dirty Bastard, Jay-Z, now in a Biggie Smalls T-shirt, paid tribute to the deceased Jam Master Jay, Eazy-E, Lisa "Left-Eye" Lopes, Tupac and Aaliyah as lighters and cell phones lit the arena. Busta Rhymes busted an energized "Fire It Up," "Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See" and "Break Your Neck." Foxy Brown and Jigga duetted on "Aint No Nigga"; DMX followed with "Ruff Ryders Anthem" and "Party Up (Up in Here)."
First surprise: After introducing Pharrell Williams, Jay-Z, in a Harvard letterman jacket, suggested, "Theres something missing," and Snoop Dogg, fat spliff in hand, strolled out to spit his new hit, "Drop It Like Its Hot," driving the crowd bonkers. For an even bigger surprise, actor-comedian Jamie Foxx riled the front row with "Dont make me pull a Ron Artest on you," then sang an a cappella "Georgia on My Mind" (a nod to his role in Ray). "This is my last show," Jay-Z proclaimed; when he launched into the horn-based "Encore," the lyrics said it all: "I came, I saw, I conquered."
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