Raise your hand if you're going to see Jandek at the Hollywood Theatre on Thursday...I'm really excited about attending his first West Coast performance. Wikipedia on Jandek Spooky music? You think you like spooky music? You ain't heard spooky music until you've heard a six foot blonde moaning to a discordant guitar (*not* Nico). He's self-pressed some 40-odd records, most of them mentioning suicide, european jewels, and/or janitors.
Anyway, Marilyn Manson can kiss my ass.
This photo doesn't have anything to do with Jandek. I took it at work today with my Hulk hand. Hulk smash! And feel ennui.
Postscript: Jandek was great- there was a lot of Jazz/Skronk flavored "jamming" with local hero Sam Coomes and a drummer named Emil Amos. He did ask the audience that if they wanted to leave, to please do so between songs, so there was this herding phenomena when songs ended after ten or fifteen minutes.
He was everything I thought that a middle-aged outsider musician could be, and more. He sang about love, depression, and the speed at which his friend Eddie the Wino can down a bottle of Wild Irish Rose. He helped me solve a lot of problems I have when trying to sing and play guitar at the same time. His solution is: when he is singing,the guitar hangs limply around his neck. When he is done singing, he plays his guitar some more.
The Jandek-loving masses wandered out of the theatre in a daze two hours later. I really did feel hypnotized. The non-Jandek loving 10% left the theatre during the first hour, stupefying the fans. He was totally un-charismatic, but in a hilarious way. No chitchat, very little acknowledgement of the audience. At the end he got a standing O (mostly in stunned amazement) while he packed up his own guitar and got his lyrics sheet and walked out the door.
For a weirdo ex-Texan, seeing Jandek perform ever was a little like seeing the tooth fairy.
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