Wax Idols
2011-12-31
Hemlcok Tavern
San Francisco CA
Recording done by thehappyone, done with Olympus LS-5 and its built-in mics, resting on the ledge stage right.
Setlist
[end of between-set DJ'ing by Mike Shulman...Sham 69's 'Borstal Breakout']
Dead Like You
Hitman
William Says
Human Condition
Hotel Room
Gold Sneakers
Grey Area
All Too Human
Romeo's Distress [Christian Death]
(w/Corey Cunningham of Terry Malts on guitar)
Teenage Kicks [The Undertones]
"Hello, we're Wax Idols. Thanks for hanging out with us on this stupid unimportant night."
No kidding. Usually, I try to stay home and away from crowds of sheeplike revelers...my partner in crime didn't even want to go out. So I was left to my own devices, but decided there was no way I'd be able to resist a double dose of Terry Malts and Wax Idols, so nothing was going to stop me. I packed some literature to tide me over, a copy of Evan Eisenberg's The Recording Angel and am feeling generally anti-social and disengaged. Perfect.
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"Happy Fucking New Year"
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After "Hotel Room", Hether addresses the audience.
"So, this record just came out, well, in October. It's called No Future. It's not a Sex Pistols reference! It's actually how time doesn't exist, and there's no such thing as now. So this whole thing everyone is celebrating right now is like not real. Just sayin'"
The group then blazes through 'Gold Sneakers' and the remainder of the main set and realize they're still lots of time left, leaving them hung out to dry, as ANY OTHER band would string whatever to drag it out. But that isn't what Wax Idols has in mind.
"How much time until midnight? 10? Twenty?! We're never going to make it!"
A guy suggests an extended version of an Iron Maiden tune.
"Somebody get me a drink, man. About to do some spoken word or something. We had this whole plan, we were going to stop right before midnight, and then countdown maybe one more song. But we played for like 20 minutes...thank you...this is weird, this is why I hate doing shows like this, no offense. We got like one song left, we're not going to make it!"
People call out for Prince covers.
"The cover was supposed to be after the New Year, you know it was like a plan."
Play Prince covers, please!
"Prince covers? Naw, dude, no no. You can't just play Prince on the fly, he deserves more respect than that. That's fucked up."
Buzzcocks covers. Pretenders!
"All right, well maybe this will go on forever in your mind, because time isn't real, so twenty minutes is like two minutes, right?"
Wax Idols then play 'All Too Human', perhaps the best live version of heard of it to date...but the song is less than three minutes long.
"Fuck it. Corey, where's Corey at from Terry Malts? Where is he? Get up here, dude! We're going to do two covers, because we play too fast. So we're just killing time up here, y'all. We're just going to wing it because we didn't plan on doing this, so whatever."
The crowd groans, and yells out some more suggestions. Everybody seems to want to yell out their ideas on how to "help" Fortune and the band get through their "crisis".
"I wish I had some jokes to tell, but I'm really firmly anti- people talking onstage, this is breaking every rule I have for myself right now."
The crowd cheers.
"How stupid is that when people...what I'm doing right now is stupid."
2012, new paradigm, someone yells out.
"How many minutes now? We down to ten, at least? Fifteen?! What?"
Wax Idols then play Christian Death's "Romeo's Distress".
"All right we made it work. Where are we at now, how many minutes is that, two? I don't like when people play longer than thirty minutes. I'm not Grateful Dead, alright?"
Phil yells out, "Hey Corey, play another one!"
"Now, quit what you're fucking doing, and then yell to have him come over here...[we have] another cover that's absolutely not like that one...totally stup...now."
A blistering version of The Undertones "Teenage Kicks" follows that gets everyone up and dancing. It's two minutes long. At this point, it's 11:51PM, still nine agonizing minutes to go. Everybody's wondering what else's going to happen, and if the band was going to make it to midnight.
"Happy fucking New Year".
Wax Idols leave the stage.
I heard Shulman brought in the New Year by spinning Weekend's entirely apropos "End Times". But I wasn't there to hear it, as at this point, I'm crossing Van Ness back to the car by the time 2011 rolls into 2012.
While there was no reason to celebrate the New Year, there was certainly reason to celebrate the emergence of Hether Fortune and Wax Idols in 2011. So there.
Click here for my Flickr photoset.
Circles
Inaugural performance with Keven Tecon (Veil Veil Vanish/ Wax Idols) on the sticks. There was NO announcement beforehand, this took me by surprise, but not unpleasantly since he had played with Justin before and fit right into the darkness woven by the prior three-piece, and definitely added some dynamics to the new songs, and was no worse than the drum machines for the tracks on the eponymous release.
