delayed reaction...
let me be the first to proclaim sunday's unfolding a smash hit! a promising indication of success was the fact that, despite the marked absence Davíð and John Charles, and Michael Snipe, it was by far the most complete post-dispersement palace reunion. all your favorite regulars made an appearance: Jeff, James Castle, fista, myself, Clint Comedy (king of all media), the elder Dunns- even, very briefly, the lovely Debbie Doll. the banana and I arrived shortly before 7, and had the opportunity to appreciate the well-displayed wallart while conversating with friends old and new. the place was humming with attendees from within and without the palace diaspora (we were quickly outnumbered) by the time Castle took the stage, armed with tape player and guitar, and proceeded, through the course of a 3 song set (2 tape-enhanced and one acoustic), to rip the seams in the crotch of rockandroll. correct me if I'm wrong, but was that his debut solo performance? color me impressed, and magnetize that shit for us, jimmy. James remained on stage for the first of fista's tunes, a danceable stop&start electric guitar number with ethereal harmonies and prominently featuring the word "girlfriend." a slower version, with considerably more bells&whistles, appears on fista's newly released album, yellow and blue, which is a revolution/revelation in and of its own damn self. as for the onstage recital, fista strummed, bleeped, and falsettoed longingly and brilliantly through another four or five songs, most of which can be heard in some carnation on the aforementioned y&b. the highlight of the set came when he invited james to return for organ accompaniment on the penultimate song, which I think also featured the word "girlfriend," or at least "girl," or a girl's name. now I wish I had the track list in front of me. anyway- genius. the album, which I've now been able to peruse casually for three days, perfectly captures the range of emotions between having a crush and being crushed by the object of one's affection. fista comes off as a young, slightly less jaded gordon gano- which is exactly how I like my cup of tea, thankyouverymuch. my personal favorite track is "high school lover."
jeff's album, though not accompanied by a live performance, is a pleasant surprise as well. uncletupelo et al influences duly noted, but who knew we'd been confining one of the palace's best vocalists behind a drum kit all these years? someone must've known. anyhow, when it comes to my turn behind the mic, he's my first pick for a garfunkel. am I correct in assuming that the next round will be june 9th, or thereabouts? looking forward.
johny.
let me be the first to proclaim sunday's unfolding a smash hit! a promising indication of success was the fact that, despite the marked absence Davíð and John Charles, and Michael Snipe, it was by far the most complete post-dispersement palace reunion. all your favorite regulars made an appearance: Jeff, James Castle, fista, myself, Clint Comedy (king of all media), the elder Dunns- even, very briefly, the lovely Debbie Doll. the banana and I arrived shortly before 7, and had the opportunity to appreciate the well-displayed wallart while conversating with friends old and new. the place was humming with attendees from within and without the palace diaspora (we were quickly outnumbered) by the time Castle took the stage, armed with tape player and guitar, and proceeded, through the course of a 3 song set (2 tape-enhanced and one acoustic), to rip the seams in the crotch of rockandroll. correct me if I'm wrong, but was that his debut solo performance? color me impressed, and magnetize that shit for us, jimmy. James remained on stage for the first of fista's tunes, a danceable stop&start electric guitar number with ethereal harmonies and prominently featuring the word "girlfriend." a slower version, with considerably more bells&whistles, appears on fista's newly released album, yellow and blue, which is a revolution/revelation in and of its own damn self. as for the onstage recital, fista strummed, bleeped, and falsettoed longingly and brilliantly through another four or five songs, most of which can be heard in some carnation on the aforementioned y&b. the highlight of the set came when he invited james to return for organ accompaniment on the penultimate song, which I think also featured the word "girlfriend," or at least "girl," or a girl's name. now I wish I had the track list in front of me. anyway- genius. the album, which I've now been able to peruse casually for three days, perfectly captures the range of emotions between having a crush and being crushed by the object of one's affection. fista comes off as a young, slightly less jaded gordon gano- which is exactly how I like my cup of tea, thankyouverymuch. my personal favorite track is "high school lover."
jeff's album, though not accompanied by a live performance, is a pleasant surprise as well. uncletupelo et al influences duly noted, but who knew we'd been confining one of the palace's best vocalists behind a drum kit all these years? someone must've known. anyhow, when it comes to my turn behind the mic, he's my first pick for a garfunkel. am I correct in assuming that the next round will be june 9th, or thereabouts? looking forward.
johny.
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