As I write this…
…There’s a dude in overalls running a rusty, cacophonous contraption over my floors, the thing’s loud and it looks like a panzer tank crossed with a UFO. He’s sanding while I hunch over my laptop, on a milk-crate. My desktops in my trunk and I’m waiting to get this place sanded so I can lay my shit down and sufficiently move in to my new place.
Suffice it to say, stringing together the weekly blog post has proven a more unfathomable feat than I’d anticipated — what with all this preoccupying my mind and my time.
But if I could do just one thing for the good of the order -– for cool local-culture curation and to prop a forthcoming artistic performance that’d be notably stimulating for weeknight social surfers -– I’d take word from “underground” itself.
Back around Groundhog Day, when I was trying to ruminate, publicly, here on this blog, over the vitality and perseverance of underground venues –- it involved my asking around to these various out-of-the-way locales and prodding proprietors of said-places for their thoughts on the altra-scene.
One host suggested that, on top of the provocative and inspirationally free-flying basement-show scene brewing underneath Ypsi, there’s also the experimental showcases hosted monthly by Café Ollie in Depot town.
So if you find yourself seeking more avant-gardist type performances or just a bit of punk-pop-inclined levity in these dark dead-of-winter days, then consider the endorsement (of Ollie) coming from one who regularly hosts said-avant-gardists in their home/loft/private spaces. One such Ollie event comes up at 9 p.m. on this Saturday, February 23: Perennial producer of weird-pop songs, surrealist portraits and all-around musical spark-plug Jim Cherewick will perform as(/with) The Wicker Chairs (soundcloud.com/gymsee), along with Truman (truman3.bandcamp.com) and
Nightbeast ( Some sonic samplings:
I may or may not be settled sufficiently for next week’s blog blathering.
Thanks for reading, anyhow.