A scant 40 minutes after Besty-Shane left her house to get to the Reservoir for our gig with Ribbons, she got a call from a roommate saying the place had been broken into, and their TV was stolen. B-S fled back home to file a police report while Ribbons took the stage.
Ribbons served up powerfully stark stuff. Their music moves from spare and airy to amazingly dense (for just two people.) There were points where the tumbling beats and guitar-frizz shared something with speed metal, even if there was no formal similarity. Dreamy music that that was somehow still intricate. It's their first trip out of NYC. I hope they come back through NC this summer.
B-S returned just in time to keep the gig flowing, and we started off with a new song, "The Girl at the Party Who Sulks in the Corner and Doesn't Talk to Anyone". And you all seemed to like it. Betsy-Shane deserves a major show-must-go-on award.
But is one crisis enough to make a good gig? Nay! Earlier in the day, Kev was at the animal shelter, and was patting a hamster on the head, only to bitten by the thing.
Kev is a tough guy, or at least a guy who clots quickly, so he didn't do anything about. But when he started playing the bass, it ripped open and the blood did drizzle all over the bass. Jenny from Ribbons, being on tour and prepared, provided band-aids to mitigate the blood-loss after a few songs.
All the angst and bodily fluids emanating from Vodak apparently inspired the audience enough to ask us for more songs, and we launched into our barely-hanging-together recreation of "Hanging on the Telephone", a song I only recently discovered wasn't a Blondie original
