If you missed the Hard Lessons’ Release show&partay at the Belmont last night, you can still catch them at Smalls tonight in Hamtramck and Saturday at 4pm @ the Lager House in Detroit. Not only do i expect to hear the fabulousity that is their new release, the Hard Lessons will also be playing with great bands on both nights.
Last night i saw “It Came from Detroit” at Brew & View in Ferndale. For the ignorant Detroit music fan (in this case, me…) this Rock Doc reignited a lot of pride that i had let stew underneath for the Detroit music scene. Honestly, i had little clue about the bands who were interviewed, besides seeing their names in Ads for weekend shows at the Magic Stick, or in Hamtramck. i really had only listened to the White Stripes and the Von Bondies. After realizing what creativity and passion the bands unbeknownst to me have put into their music, my respect if miniscule before, is now immense.
This “garage band scene” roughly from the period of the mid 1980s to the early 2000s, bred some fiesty creativity and characters. The Documentary tells it like it is, letting the gritty Underbelly of the Detroit Rock scene bask in the sunlight, getting a more attractive bronze. By the end you are glorifying the grit in your mind, wanting more passion and inspiration to be seen at any venue, so you can at least TRY to capture a snipet of energy the movie reveals to you. This energy was not born out of greed. It is clear in the docuementary that the incentive “to rock” is to find the nirvana one attains in the creative process, with other like minded, supportive folks.
It is nice to see the positive people and ideas that have come, and continue, to come from Detroit, since we are in a time when the great majority of media focuses constantly on the negative.
you can still see this badass doc at Brew & View TONIGHT, THURSDAY doors open at 8 and the film starts at 9.30.
It was the first time standing in the middle of an art exhibit that all the eyes were on me. And I was forced to look back into them. Four walls of unfamiliar faces staring at you. At Patrick Pantano’s latest art exhibition, you are forced to look into the eyes of all sorts of unfamiliar characters. In his artistic statement he notes:
“To relax the subjects and try to bring them to a place where their expression did little to inform the tone of the image; to shoot them all with the same minimal lighting and the same film, camera, and processing to hopefully create some sense of similarity. That said they are all so different!”
It’s true. No matter how we try to compartimentalize people and things, what is it that makes every stare so unique? At first, the room is quite abrasive. How often are we so at ease to stare, this closely, into someone’s eyes? For most this experience is to be avoided. Presentations, family parties, bitter exes and prick bosses. But here, your purpose is to stare. By the end, you are among friends. After all that ogling, the stares seem so familiar, they haunt you and you swear, I’ve seen that person somewhere before. A party or something.
Pantano’s Exhibition, “Heads Shot”, is running from May 8-July 3, 2009 @ the CAID.
you have no reason to complain this weekend of boredom. if you watch the next item on your netflix queue this weekend you’re eating a big bag of chips called “FAIL”.
you have sooo much going for you, can’t you see?! or are you blinded by the possibilities and options??????
it is the first of may and there is already sooooo much to do tonight and tomorrow night and even Sunday!!!
the next night you should GAWK AT these kids and these kids. the former will make you feel like a child prodigy. the latter will make you feel unaccomplished and old – but not bored or pathetic – like if you had sat on the couch instead.
and if that doesn’t tickle your fancy go to the Belmont and see the amazing line up they have there Sat. nite.
you can recover from your vicious hangover at Goldfish Tea from 7-9pm no cover and listen to Jesse Calcat play traditional Chinese instruments and chill and drink something a little less rough on the body. LAPSANG on the rocks, bitches…