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The Blank Club Nov3_06 – Surf Cinema, Pollo Del Mar, The Whys


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This review was written by blackjeanschris (http://www.myspace.com/blackjeanschris)

I had to leave before the Whys came on. I thought the surf cinema set was good, and the Pollo Del Mar set was really good. I’ve seen them lots of times and this was one of the best.

Blank Club, San Jose, 11/3/06

SURF CINEMA (surf)
Got there a little late and missed the start of the set. Surf Cinema is a three-piece surf cover band that performs while a video projector runs a party mix reel of car crashes, skateboard stunts, animation and clips from BATMAN episodes and MUNSTERS GO HOME. It’s a fun show, and these guys can really rock, like a live, three-dimensional greatest-hits album of surf classics. I’d go see them again anytime. ***

POLLO DEL MAR (surf)
Pollo del Mar’s a four-piece surf band, more sophisticated than the rest. I only recognized a couple of covers, Link Wray’s "Rumble" and a traditional surf classic whose title I just couldn’t think of, but man! The band did a hell of a good job with it. They played a lot of originals, and the songs were pretty good, though they tended to be a little on the long and prog-rock side. There’s nothing wrong with that; I just prefer the traditional surf rock style. I could really appreciate the superb musicianship, though. These guys can teach an old guitar a new trick or two, that’s for sure. I was standing in the back of the club, and could look up to my left at the dressing room window, where members of the Whys could be seen getting ready for its set. Now and then one of them would perch at the window, paying close attention to Pollo Del Mar’s performance, even recording some of it with a video camera. ***

THE WHYS (surf)
Where do I begin? The Whys are a remarkable three-piece surf band from Japan. The guitar- and bass-players are a pair of young ladies who wore little furry swimsuits, caveman-style, and garlands of flowers in their hair. Their instruments were almost as big as they were, but these girls really know how to play. Most of the songs were originals, all in the classic surf style, and the set featured a few covers as well, like Dick Dale’s "Miserlou" and the Chantays’ "Pipeline." I liked them all, and I liked the band even better. They had great energy, but they were also focused on their performance, and the girls executed a lot of synchronized moves that accentuated the music. The set seemed to include every song the Whys knew how to play, and at the end of the show, with the crowd roaring for an encore, the band offered a reprise of "Pipeline" almost apologetically. The crowd loved it, of course, as it loved everything else about the Whys. I loved them too. After the show, Ruiko the guitarist stayed around to sign autographs, even though it was way past midnight, the band had a radio gig in the morning and she must’ve been exhausted. A class act. ****
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some world tour notes, before i gave up.

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::: new york, NY, january 5, 2002
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my experience in new york is pretty well summed up by the time hodge
and i were sitting in washington square park and she noticed a hair growing
out of the center of my forehead. i didn’t believe her at first, but it
was true. in the process of establishing that it was real, she
accidentally pulled it out, but it had, in fact, been growing there.

"ah," i said to myself. "washington square park."

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::: fredericksburg / spotsylvania, VA, january 6, 2002.
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our plan to cut under the storm worked pretty well. we weathered the worst
of it sitting in a best buy parking lot at the huge central park mall in
fredericksburg, virginia. there was still snow on the ground from the previous
storm the week before, when an unexpected front dumped snow on south carolina
and the top story that night on boston’s local news was about how southern
people can’t drive.

i had been in the central park mall before. hodge came down here for some
kind of archaeology conference last year and we stayed in the super 8 across
the street. i spent a whole day roaming around the parking lot. it’s not
an easy mall to traverse on foot – it’s one of those outdoor super strip
malls, built on a golf course – it’s a half hour walk from the entrance to
the best buy. i had to stop and rest.

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::: durham, NC, january 7, 2002.
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the road between fredericksburg and durham is not much to write home about,
present company notwithstanding. we stopped in richmond looking for food and
a mailbox and didn’t find either. don’t go to richmond.

the road in between richmond and durham is totally empty. later ridley told
us that it’s a popular spot for murder dumpings. so sometimes when you’re
driving out there late at night all alone with your high beams on you’ll
suddenly see somebody pull onto the interstate two miles behind you where
there was no ramp, and you’ll think "what’s that about?" and drive even
faster.

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::: charleston, SC, january 8, 2002.
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the big issue in charleston was buffy. you may know buffy. blond, teenaged,
vampire slayer. i had thought it was a funny title ever since the movie
came out in like ’92, but had never seen the show up until about a year ago
when hodge started watching it regularly. it’s actually really good. it
swept through the ossipee club, as things will do now and then – i still
can’t tell if hodge and i were entirely responsible for this one or what.
at any rate, there was actually a new episode coming on for once – december
and january had been slow going – so the previous night in durham i had made
a list of all the UPN affiliates in the south, since we weren’t sure yet
exactly where we were going to go.

we ended up in charleston. that was no problem – there was an affiliate
right in town. we checked into a motel 6 at around 7:45 and spent about
two minutes settling into the room before turning the TV on. i flipped
all the way through – it had 33 channels, including stuff like HBO and
ESPN2, but no UPN. we started flipping out. i unplugged the cable but
the TV had no antenna and seemed to be neutered anyway so it just went
to static. hodge tried to think of somewhere we could go
that would be showing it. she suggested cancelling our reservation
and going somewhere else. i was going to make an antenna out of a
coathanger but there weren’t any coathangers. hodge kicked the wall.
we sat there watching HBO while the buffy signal radiated through our
bodies in UHF.

near despair, we went down into charleston to see what was up with that.
it turns out this place had some kind of connection to the colonial era.
who knew? there were all these old houses and cannons and shit. we walked
down to the waterfront and looked at the water and then we walked back
to the car and complained about motel 6 some more.

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It’s Not An Ego Problem, It’s An Ego Solution
::: savannah, GA, january 9, 2002.
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savannah was a lot like charleston. down in the harbor they have a life-sized
model of what boston’s big dig bridge is going to look like when it’s finished.
i took a picture of it from the quay and turned around to find myself face
to face with a weathered old homeless man of indeterminate race holding a
flower made of ribbon in one hand and a live rabbit in the other.

after that i was more careful. after seeing the rest of the town we sat down
on a park bench in a grassy square near the car. i took a picture.
"savannah," i said. i put the camera in between my legs and snapped another
one. "savannah from my crotch," i said. we left town and slept in
tallahassee that night. in the morning we got krispy kreme.

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::: day 4: dunedin – the catlins – invercargill – riverton
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this turned out to be the best day of all time even though it got off on the wrong
foot when i noticed something on the back of my shoulder as i got out of the shower
that still looks like a carcinoma to me. hodge says it’s just a back zit.

we hadn’t really seen dunedin at all, lame attempt at a pub crawl notwithstanding.
on the way out of town hodge took a last glance through the lonely planet to see
if there was anything we could dash to, and read from the entry about a nearby
wildlife sanctuary: "birdwatchers will be particularly glad to see a predatory
bush falcon in action."

"we don’t need to stop for that," i said. "i’ll show you my impression of a
predatory bush falcon later on."

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::: day 5: riverton – manapouri
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i decide that i like the maori (paragraph from lonely planet)

TREATY OF WAITANGI

Though the treaty was short and seemed to be simple, it was a controversial
document that is still hotly debated in modern-day NZ. Under the terms of
the treaty, the chiefs ceded their sovereignty to the Queen of England in
exchange for the Queen’s protection and the granting to Maori people of
all citizenship rights, privileges and duties enjoyed by citizens of England.
The treaty guaranteed the Maori possession of their land and stipulated
that they could only sell their land to the Crown. The Queen’s agent
would then sell the land to settlers in an orderly and fair fashion.

The treaty seemed to promise benefits for both sides, but when settlers
arrived and needed land and the Maori didn’t want to sell, conflict
inevitably resulted. The admirable idea that the government should be a
go-between in all Maori-Pakeha deals to ensure fairness fell apart when
the government was too tightfisted to pay the price.

MAORI WARS

The first visible revolt came when Hone Heke, the first chief to sign the
Treaty of Waitangi, chopped down the flagpole at Kororareka which flew
the British flag. Despite new poles and more guards, Hone Heke or his
followers managed to chop the pole down four times; on the last occasion
it was covered with iron to foil further attempts. In 1845, Hone Heke
burnt down the town of Kororareka. In the skirmishes that followed, the
British governor posted a L100 reward for his head, to which the chief
responded by offering a matching L100 for the governor’s head.

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::: day 6: manapouri – te anau (te anau caves)
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while we were waiting to be processed, we walked a short nature loop they had
set up out behind the visitor center. the prize at the end was a pumping
station. "EXTREME DANGER", a sign said. "ROTATING SHAFT."

"we don’t need to hang around here," i told hodge. "i’ll show you my
impression of an extremely dangerous rotating shaft later on."

it was at about this time that we first noticed that the hair in the center
of my forehead had grown back again.

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::: day 7: te anau downs – milford sound – wanaka
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fiordland covers most of the southwestern corner of new zealand’s south
island. it was created when god attempted to solve a particularly
tricky multi-variable function and crashed his graphing calculator
several times.

on the way back in we were passed by a boat from a competing cruise company.
it was named "lady of the sounds".

"i used to know a girl whose nickname was ‘lady of the sounds’," i said.
hodge punched me.

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::: day 9: glacier walk / franz josef – greymouth
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simone had shown us a picture of her and her friend smiling inside this
ice cave on the franz josef glacier. "it’s great," she said.

about 100K outside greymouth we passed a sign informing us that
we were entering ‘ferguson’s bush’.

"i’m not even going to touch that one," i said. "thanks," hodge
replied.

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