Snippets on the Imeem up there. But click the above link to get the meat as well as the potatoes .....
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009
New Grizzly Bear
Snippets on the Imeem up there. But click the above link to get the meat as well as the potatoes .....
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Farewell Erick Lee Purkhiser
Of all the bands I’ve had the fortune to see, The Cramps have always been one of my favorites. So it was a shock to have noted last week their front man Erick Lee Purkhiser - better known as Lux Interior - had passed away from a heart condition.
Lux formed The Cramps while I was in high school, an amalgam of surf and rockabilly and fuzz and punk and B-movie camp. I have never seen a band put so much into a show, no matter the venue. With Lux at the forefront, they were thoroughly innovative and genuine in every sense of the word.
Within the last 25 some odd years, I’ve seen this band a goodly amount of times. It’s safe to say I’ven’t seen another band as much as I’ve seen The Cramps.
When you went to a Cramps show, you came away from it hot, sweaty, exhausted. You went to see this band, eyes wide opened, wondering if you would be witness to everything you ever heard about them. And you got your money’s worth. Every time.
Just a few years ago, I got the opportunity to see them one last time with a friend of mine at The House Of Blues in Anaheim. I had coerced and cajoled him into going to see them. I joked Lux wasn’t going to be around forever to do his thing, so he’d better get to gettin’ and see him while the seein’ was still available.
With a couple JD and Cokes under our belt and one for the show in hand, we made our way to the stage. Nothing - nothing - tops a Cramps concert like being right in the middle of it all. A dangerous place to be, but an experience to be had.
“Is he coming out on crutches?” I was asked by my friend. I looked at him knowingly, smiled and said “You, sir, are in for a treat.”
Lux did not disappoint. He came out dressed in black from head to toe, complete with “Good Googily-Moogily” sun glasses, bug-eyed things that made him look otherworldly in his dark garb in contrast to his moon-pale skin. Bottle of wine in hand, he and the Cramps launched into a raucous beginning set that had you in awe the dude was pushing 60 years of age. He moved lithely and effortlessly. He flung his mike stand ‘round, he swayed perfect Elvis hips, he alternately sung in perfect pitch one moment and, in the next breath, went completely camp and hicky. The crowd roared at every tune.
When “Tear It Up” came crunching out of their instruments, it was a free for all. A mosh pit had formed at the front of the stage and there were headbangers and punks mixing it up to the fuzzy guitars and ominous drum beat. A huge cooling fan was conveniently within reach and it was soon impaled on the microphone at the appropriate moment during the song. Amps were climbed on and overturned. Some idjit, drunk out of his skull, was doing his best to impersonate a cartoon rhinoceros below the stage and I was one of the privileged few to help toss him out on his ass at the end of the song before he did any real damage to himself or anyone else.
The frivolity continued and the air became thick with sweat and noise and cheers.
Two hours later, there were a couple encores. The show had turned out to be nothing less than outstanding. You see, when The Cramps performed, they gave 110%. It was a wonder The House Of Blues was still standing at the end of the thing. I know it was a bit worse for wear. And I remember fondly that it took a couple days for my hearing to return.
My friend? Well, he shook his head at every single tune. He knew each song and he’d seen and heard The Cramps previously, though on the screen only. Each performance elicited a chuckle and a jaw drop. To see “Tear It Up” in the concert film “Urgh, A Music War” was one thing. To see it live, up close and personal was something else entirely. It’s been said that anyone who saw them live has never forgotten the experience. My friend was no different. Not only was he in awe of the show he’d seen, but he was just as deaf as I was.
I saw The Cramps at the very first Hootenanny Festival at Irvine Lake in 1988. (And in daylight, no less. Scarier than witnessing “Night Of The Living Dead” for the first time.) I saw them at The Hollywood House Of Blues. I’ve seen them at the Hollywood Palladium. I have all their albums, the majority of them on vinyl. I have posters and lobby cards and flyers and announcements and stickers and souvenir T-shirts. I own The Purple Knif Show. My wife’s eyes raise knowingly every time I put on their version of “Fever” (one of “our” special, personal songs).
I’m going to miss Lux Interior. I grew up appreciating his showmanship, in amazement of his down-to-his-bikini-brief performances and knowing there was a band out there daring enough to crush a childhood favorite of mine - “Shortnin’ Bread” - in a manner that would forever be ingrained into my psyche.
Go well, Lux. In the words of "Human Fly":
Lux formed The Cramps while I was in high school, an amalgam of surf and rockabilly and fuzz and punk and B-movie camp. I have never seen a band put so much into a show, no matter the venue. With Lux at the forefront, they were thoroughly innovative and genuine in every sense of the word.
Within the last 25 some odd years, I’ve seen this band a goodly amount of times. It’s safe to say I’ven’t seen another band as much as I’ve seen The Cramps.
When you went to a Cramps show, you came away from it hot, sweaty, exhausted. You went to see this band, eyes wide opened, wondering if you would be witness to everything you ever heard about them. And you got your money’s worth. Every time.
Just a few years ago, I got the opportunity to see them one last time with a friend of mine at The House Of Blues in Anaheim. I had coerced and cajoled him into going to see them. I joked Lux wasn’t going to be around forever to do his thing, so he’d better get to gettin’ and see him while the seein’ was still available.
With a couple JD and Cokes under our belt and one for the show in hand, we made our way to the stage. Nothing - nothing - tops a Cramps concert like being right in the middle of it all. A dangerous place to be, but an experience to be had. “Is he coming out on crutches?” I was asked by my friend. I looked at him knowingly, smiled and said “You, sir, are in for a treat.”
Lux did not disappoint. He came out dressed in black from head to toe, complete with “Good Googily-Moogily” sun glasses, bug-eyed things that made him look otherworldly in his dark garb in contrast to his moon-pale skin. Bottle of wine in hand, he and the Cramps launched into a raucous beginning set that had you in awe the dude was pushing 60 years of age. He moved lithely and effortlessly. He flung his mike stand ‘round, he swayed perfect Elvis hips, he alternately sung in perfect pitch one moment and, in the next breath, went completely camp and hicky. The crowd roared at every tune.
When “Tear It Up” came crunching out of their instruments, it was a free for all. A mosh pit had formed at the front of the stage and there were headbangers and punks mixing it up to the fuzzy guitars and ominous drum beat. A huge cooling fan was conveniently within reach and it was soon impaled on the microphone at the appropriate moment during the song. Amps were climbed on and overturned. Some idjit, drunk out of his skull, was doing his best to impersonate a cartoon rhinoceros below the stage and I was one of the privileged few to help toss him out on his ass at the end of the song before he did any real damage to himself or anyone else.
The frivolity continued and the air became thick with sweat and noise and cheers.
Two hours later, there were a couple encores. The show had turned out to be nothing less than outstanding. You see, when The Cramps performed, they gave 110%. It was a wonder The House Of Blues was still standing at the end of the thing. I know it was a bit worse for wear. And I remember fondly that it took a couple days for my hearing to return.
My friend? Well, he shook his head at every single tune. He knew each song and he’d seen and heard The Cramps previously, though on the screen only. Each performance elicited a chuckle and a jaw drop. To see “Tear It Up” in the concert film “Urgh, A Music War” was one thing. To see it live, up close and personal was something else entirely. It’s been said that anyone who saw them live has never forgotten the experience. My friend was no different. Not only was he in awe of the show he’d seen, but he was just as deaf as I was.
I saw The Cramps at the very first Hootenanny Festival at Irvine Lake in 1988. (And in daylight, no less. Scarier than witnessing “Night Of The Living Dead” for the first time.) I saw them at The Hollywood House Of Blues. I’ve seen them at the Hollywood Palladium. I have all their albums, the majority of them on vinyl. I have posters and lobby cards and flyers and announcements and stickers and souvenir T-shirts. I own The Purple Knif Show. My wife’s eyes raise knowingly every time I put on their version of “Fever” (one of “our” special, personal songs). I’m going to miss Lux Interior. I grew up appreciating his showmanship, in amazement of his down-to-his-bikini-brief performances and knowing there was a band out there daring enough to crush a childhood favorite of mine - “Shortnin’ Bread” - in a manner that would forever be ingrained into my psyche.
Go well, Lux. In the words of "Human Fly":
96 Tears For 96 Eyes
.......................... Ruprecht ( STOP )
P.S. Lux passed away right down the street from me in Glendale Memorial Hospital here in California.
P.S. Lux passed away right down the street from me in Glendale Memorial Hospital here in California.
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