the rest of the story

ok, maybe the rest of the show gets the short shift after all--it was my magic jack (keroauc) who stole and twisted hippocrates' aphorism life is short art is long around and into art is short and life is long--meaning that life pulls us away form the blog, away from the show--but the intrepid chronicler fights back--even if it is short shift--just to get the thing done--so where did we leave off--dazed and confused, enlightened, and moved by the brothers of Sound and Vision--where are we to go from here--not far, we rise and sort of stumble from the living room and right out onto the front porch for the acoustic portion of the evening--Zephania plays first--this kid is so talented, he's also from here, so look for him playing at the house again--his music so fits the lazy summer dusk, the kind of thing where people walking by on the street stop for a minute, listen and smile--the porch fills up pretty quick and we take it to the back for Soft Summer Persons--1 quick (yet sad) side point about the back yard (truly an oasis of nature in the middle of the city)--after talking it over with the housemates we are afraid our window for backyard shows may be gone until the fall--in the heat of the summer the backyard belongs to the skeeters--but don't worry, that's what front porches are for--but anyhoo--Soft rocks the discordant yet somehow still pretty 1 man folk, sometimes seems like he can barely muster the energy for 1 more line--oh mamma where have you been--what's it like to be dead--bread in the toaster again--meanwhile, while Soft was baring his discordant death defying soul, the Eye, the Ear, and the Arm were setting up back in the living room--and boy it took them some time to set up--3 piece with a dude on drum kit and 2 ladies who (i think) both had guitars, both had keyboards, both had beat machines--the end result being 1 of the fullest sounding 3 pieces i have EVER heard--really once they started to lay down layer after layer of sound, but instead of building a wall of sound they create junkyard dance music, i start to think, these guys are going to blow up into the next Vampire Weekend--they seem like they would be just as at home in Ireland or the UK as here at irey uk--i know you can't judge all music by how it is to juggle along with (all reviews are subjective, my job is to chronicle not review) but these kids were 2nd only to Big Fresh for extreme jugglability--that's heap um big praise for me--truly it is rare to find something so pop, so danceable, but still remain human and sincere--1 last thing about the Eye--these are the kids who contacted us through an old fashioned hand written letter (you know snail mail)--they arranged their whole tour that way--so you can't catch them on the internet (honestly even their CD which i eagerly snatched up isn't nearly as good as their live performance) so all you can do is hope they come back this way someday, and of course, kick yourself for missing this show--but let he who is without sin cast the first stone--i missed the last band because life came knocking on the door and offered me a cheeseburger (true story but that's another blog)--you know, art is short and life is long--see everyone Saturday night for another acoustic show--I won't miss it for a plate full of cheeseburgers--til then let's keep rocking