I made my way to New York during Fall Break (Oct. 13-17), requiring me to fly on an airplane and leave the Southeast for the first time in my life. While there, I got to see one of my all-time favorites yet again and for the first time caught a Vivian Girls side project live and in person.
On Friday, I got to see 7 Inch Atlanta Radio pal Joe Jack Talcum once again. I had already seen him in Chattanooga and Athens back in the summer. This time, Joe was playing Bruar Falls backed by members of Samuel Locke Ward's band. He didn't bust out multiple harmonicas this time, and the set seemed shorter than the ones I saw in the South back in August, but it was still a singalong good time. What else? It was Joe's birthday! Also, I snagged a copy of his Butterfly Joe CD he did with Dean Clean and a couple of other musicians back in 2000. This one had been out of print for a while, and apparently a distro or store somewhere found a case or two of unopened copies.
Also on the bill was home recording legend R. Stevie Moore. I don't think it'd be too absurdly childish to point out that he looks like Santa Claus:
The next night was equally amazing, as The Babies shared the Cake Shop stage with The K-Holes and Hunx and His Punx.
K-Holes, a band I've been championing for quite some time, feature former Atlantans Jack and Julie Hines and scoarched through a nice warm-up set for a show they had the next day in Boston. The coolest part about seeing them was getting a copy of a limited run cassette with Black Lips demos from Jack's time with the band (Flower Spirit sessions, I'm assuming) on one side and some K-Holes tracks on the other.
The Babies were next, a Woods/Bossy/Vivian Girls supergroup of sorts with two awesome 7"s under their belts and a slew of catchy songs. Here's what they sounded like. Here's what they looked like:
Hunx closed out the night and was the last band I got to catch during my short vacation. Their songs were all sugary-sweet, danceable garage-pop. Seth is quite the showman and he LOVES the band name Magnums. True story.
By the time Sunday rolled around and I boarded a plane for the second time in my life, I had lots of memories from back-to-back nights of seeing bands featuring the guitarist from one of my favorites.