Went to see Damo Suzuki (once upon a time of Can) last night with Josh and Minette at the Hemlock club – packed into shoebox against mirrored walls, six musicians onstage. Damo was not at his best, I didn’t think – seemed to lack some spark or was not singing at full range or something. He does this improv thing with his voice that sounds so much like human language but is not. Crunching pulsing space rock, band was very good but not as good as bands we’ve seen him with before. One guy with Elton John star glasses played hammered dulcimer and a theremin signed by Robert Moog. It’s a very hard instrument to maintain pitch with, so there was an undertone of things being a bit off throughout — not totally unfitting the music. A great night, if not the best Damo night ever.
Here is a picture of Damo sleeping with a houseplant.
Had a big debate (argument?) on the way home about whether it makes sense to give panhandlers money. A topic for another day.