Disco Biscuits - Home Again - 5/29/10 - Red Rocks, Morrison, CO

MOTM The Disco Biscuits

Marc Brownstein, bass, all mega hot with his Macbook

A Philly band I heard about from a fellow Goddard College student in a common area where we were probably partaking of the Vermont (North Kingdom) kind and talking ad nauseum about jammy faves but not certain if 'to the point of nausea' was totally the result of the topic; no matter neither his name nor his designer drug preference is necessary to reveal but what emerged from that conversation was an opportunity to experience live music that married my - at the time newly discovered first of the two is new- two favorite elements: persistent electronic house-ica fused to my -must have- long, live jammy gimme some o' that and with that combo I find myself running a 20 miler in the time it takes Bisco to page through only 4 or 5 of it's explorative, shift~changing numbers but it's confusing because well, what I mean to say is that the art is happening while the artist is at work so that in these moments of the live jam, the moments that do not repeat, unlike much of the music that fills our environment whether preferred/hand selected or unsolicited, music has a structure to it that commands a quality of listening, a quality that actually requires concentrated effort and sometimes bands are lucky if we don't participate in this way, other times we are lucky to listen in just that right way because these artists disclose themselves through amplification a complex formula for the framework that becomes the platform for this art and, for me that is, the attack and at times can be rootsy reggae, electronica, house rock trance stuff that makes for the best running music and certainly a fun live experience-- this is a dynamic in every live jam performance that makes me fully present because if it weren't there, neither would I, but, for me the attack is that something fresh to the sound, the dynamic~dynamic that particular place in the song doesn't sound exactly the same with each performance, the fluid improv attack-not just experiencing the dark sides of the artist but also the aggressive, driven notes a pelting attack followed by the airy breathe of notes cushioned by the familiar drones and tones, in the jam culture persists the manipulation of body through sound there is an iconoclasm and affect a resembling an expression of these sounds that have pressed themselves out of the souls of the fans and cloaks them in colors/fabrics/textures that are as diverse at the divergent paths in a 25 minute Lunar Pursuit and I am one of those jam fans under attack by the band seeking those pinnacle moments of an epic good time and as it seems to be with much more regularity having a better and stronger workout than yesterdays or at least accomplishing in each day a concentrated effort in listening and being.