Grey Watson and the Warm Jets – Korindie Bootlegs #14

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Here at Korindie, we’re nothing if we aren’t honest. And here’s the honest truth. I thought that Grey was touring with a revamped version of Henry Demos‘ old band Watersports at first. So, here I am, in the front row in nothing but a funnel gag and a leather harness… and all of a sudden I’M the weird one. The front rows DID NOT get wet. Zero out of five golden whips of shame.

The club floor is supposed to be a judgment-free zone.

Grey Watson
Grey Watson – Vocals, Guitar

Without the waterworks, they still put on a pretty good (yet vanilla ㅠㅠ) show, as I’m sure you can tell from the above recording for which I expertly pressed record and then stop. Grey, formerly (and kinda currently?) of the Killer Drones, played from his new album, and all were enthralled. Except the person who stood directly under the fucking microphone and talked about tequila all night. I think I was able to cut most of it out, but seriously dude, whoever the fuck you are, it’s fucking tequila, stick a fucking worm in some vodka and you’re done.

 

So Grey has like this new album, but he needs people to play it. For some reason, he decided to get a bunch of nice, decent people, and then name them the Warm Jets. The Warm Jets. How else could anyone interpret that? I mean, aside from above. Like, you had a Dyson dryer on bass? I don’t get it. Did these people owe you money? Actually, don’t tell me. Some dark secrets never need to see the light of day. Grey’s a pretty smooth dude though, so it’s probably spy code for something. Or he’s a cult leader?

Oh, grow back that mustache. It was awesome. And spy-like. Hmm. Maybe cult leaderish?

John Wade
John Wade – Bass

Right. The band. John Wade, Grey’s old band mate, also of the Killer Drones, is the guy you call when you want an awesome bassist, but you can’t be outclassed/upstaged by Mike McGrath’s freaking sweet moves. He stands there, plays the licks, and has a good time without bumping into your shit. He always strikes me as the guy who will help you out in a jam, and put up with your choice in recent band names. Also, I think his dog might eat me. Will your dog eat me dude? Like. Don’t let your dog eat me.

Ethan Waddell
Ethan Waddell – Guitar

I’m fully convinced that Ethan Waddell doesn’t have a job. He’s been in like 74 different bands, and subbed for everyone during their allotted hagwon vacation period*. Ethan, how are you supporting yourself? Do these people pay you? Wait… are you in Grey’s mustache cult? Do you have Stockholm syndrome? Blink twice for yes, and once for very yes. We can get you home, Ethan. We can get you home. Mama and Papa Waddell miss you (I guess?), and all your pedals.

BA Wheeler
BA Wheeler – Drums

BA, or Brad is another one of those people that’s like in every band that needs a drummer anywhere in the city. And he operates a recording studio. And he manages the Barberettes. Brad, I want to know your secrets. All your secrets. It takes me 2 hours to open a web browser and write a shitty article. GIVE ME YOUR SECRETS OF SPACE AND TIME.

Whatever. It’s cool. I can just live with a 16 hour day like the rest of us. Sniff.

Okay, enough shit. Grey, right now is in France, pretending to be bourgeoisie, or Spain, pretending to be..umm… some Spanish word I don’t fully understand. I’m not jealous. He’s touring for his new album. Sigh. I wish I was in their cult. I’d have something to do for 16 hours a day. And maybe I could get me some paella.

Grey, bring me back some paella. I’ll pay you back in cult dues.

*For those of you not in the know, it’s two days in December, and 8 days at the end of your contract.

eeeho – Korindie Bootlegs #7

eeeho - Through the window
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Moonshine is a wonderful, welcoming establishment that still feels like a friend’s apartment. It’s a place to sit, relax, get a drink, grab some grub, to get a tattoo. All the good things, all the good things. It also has a red-orange disco ball. Mesmerizing.

Most likely due to it’s aforementioned eclecticity, took a only few minutes to convert its second floor balcony into it’s new form as an impromptu stage for the evening’s acts which consisted of TC Costello, the ranting accordionsmith, Henry Demos, the man with the gams, and eeeho, who I had not yet met. (Foreshadowing. I met her. She’s nice.)

eeeho
eeeho

It was one of those nights that started out with everyone being quiet and introspective, where we were all secretly wishing it was raining. Oh, and that there was a fireplace, and everyone was in wooly sweaters. Maybe it was just me. The privileged 10 or so people there found a comfortable chair and relaxed, staring at each other an smiling verse to verse, talking with eeeho and each other between songs. It was oddly comforting, like the 50s, but for everyone.

Look. It’s Christmas, and I’m just off a turkey coma, from having actual turkey on Christmas for the first time since I moved to Asia, or maybe last year, and I’m listening to 50s baby boomer Christmas songs.

I may be a somewhat unreliable narrator at this point, but let me say that you and I should hang at Moonshine sometime, or maybe an eeeho show. You’ll see the good. And you know I ain’t steered you wrong yet.

Unfortunately though, my recorder, being used to live shows with excessive amplification, slightly underperformed for this session, but with headphones, in a quiet room with a fireplace, maybe while it’s raining outside, I think you can capture the mood decently enough.

I’m going to turn this on and let it help me sleep off this turkey.

Nice Legs – Korindie Bootlegs #3

So glow.
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Peeps before sheep yo.

I have no idea what that means, but it sounded cool enough to write so I wrote it. Or rather, I typed it. Does that appease the semant prone among you? It better. Maybe I heard it while I was ambushed down-under. Maybe I made it up like a plate of creamy trollops and onions. (An east coast favourite!) While I will refrain(?) from comparing Nice Legs to a disgusting septic treatise on diabetes, I will place them within a hierarchy where they are in a position superior to our aforementioned arielistine baathren. Just baarely. Sheep go baa.

It's because it shows their essence.
Nice Legs – Lew’s Current Favourite Photo

To say the trio-recently-cum-duo of Henry, Lew, and John has been a driving force in my photography, videography and audio… phony, would be a slight understatement. They’ve put up with me shooting off right in their fucking leg-faces for the last year, for one, and they’ve also been cool with my guinea-pigging of their likenesses in my somewhat-self-driven DSLR usage, Lightroom and Photoshop lessons as well.

Just pretend I’m holding a degree that says “19 6 A obe M st r” that I printed myself on an OS/2 only dot matrix printer that only has cyan and magenta cartridges. The metaphor still stands.

Nice Legs!
Jonathan Jacobson – Drums

Anyway, that allowance of personal space dismissal (Form 7-17B Section 6) goes a long way with me. As does Jon. Now, he’s not around as much because he’s all about hanging out in some European zoo with broodier peeps.  (I’ll be bootlegging them too soon enough. Jon, I’ll be bootlegging you soon enough.) Here, in the bootlegs presented above, he’s bringing some of that energy to play in one of the ‘Legs”s darker shows. Everything is set in that rhythm and/or key where you feel really uncomfortable or sad, but you don’t know why. Or rather, I don’t know why.

This is probably why I don’t write about music.

He is this creepy in real life. jkjk (nk)
Henry Demos – Frankenbass, Drums

Henry and I go back. Not back to the new-old country back, but back enough to matter back. Straight out, we met each other when we were both in a fully realized and understood broken-ish state, and we didn’t really know where we were going. This made me want to hang out with him a lot more with him, and not other people that had their shit together.

Because that is still kinda painful.

H was way skilled at the musics, but he didn’t have anyone to really music with a lot to the extent that he would have liked to have musicked. He was experimenting with some kinky scenes rather deliberately implied… yet those that his contemporaries didn’t seem to realize existed. I don’t think this really clicked with him though. Now, he’s doing like full-on good, although I’m not going to take any more credit for that transition than I will with the next sentence for it.

I’m a therapeutic god and it’s not because he found someone who understands him nearly completely musically at all.

Twease it out
Lewtrakimou – Vocals

I first met Lew at a table when she tried to ply me with a handmade sticker that said something in fancy handwriting or typewriting that probably meant something. I refused it, due to my secret loathing for stickers, (they make me gag for some reason, but that’s a secret, so if you act on it, I’ll have to act on you), but she seemed cool with it. She had short hair with a long rattail, a memory from a time when she cared about things that didn’t matter so much right then as they did to her a short while before right then, and a cape that represented a new celerity in her choice of wardrobe that was preparing her for the next phase in her musical existence.

I told her she was awesome within the first 5 minutes, as she was running up the stairs at Yogiga to see someone about a white horse.

They’re responsible for why I annoy the crap out of any band I can find on a weekly basis, and as such you can send all hate mail to wearenicelegs@gmail.com from now until the eventual self-destruction of Google’s servers when they achieve sentience.

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About them all together, in a summary type paragraph, that would normally come at the end of a post, I would have to say that they make some music, and I happen to enjoy said music. I think the time they sang Happy Birthday to me on or near my birthday would happen to be the favourite song of theirs, but it was a limited time offer and I didn’t record it.

I felt it was okay to put the camera down.

Photography Source: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.284884091719405.1073741828.284882188386262&type=3

Audio Source: https://korindie.bandcamp.com/album/korindie-bootlegs-3