It is 1985 and the skies are grey. The Cold War is on and the U.S. and U.K. are hungover in the midst of stingy Reagan-Thatcher rule. The advent of the ugly yuppie class has sent jaded university kids retreating into the beauty of music and art, and naturally, the two have co-mingled into a budding genre of art music, where the visual component will be as important as the sound.
Recommended Show of the Week: Antony and the Johnsons @ Vista. OK, so he’s a fat cross-dresser who sings experimental cabaret songs about becoming a girl one day. But the guy can sing. Two weeks ago Antony’s I Am a Bird Now was awarded the Mercury Award for best album of the year by a British or Irish act beating out Coldplay, Bloc Party, Kaiser Chiefs and MIA. Thursday at the Vista Theatre.
It is not only possible but very probable that you will get pinched at Peking Palace, 717 N. Broadway, lest you ask the clerk for assistance while bagging live female blue crabs at a very reasonable $3.98 /lb. Hey let’s face it if somebody were to pick me up to eat me I’d pinch like a madman myself.
Before I comment on Oasis’ Monday night show at the Hollywood Bowl, I should mention that while I am discerning music listener, when it comes to Oasis I am distinctly a fan.
#18: the Starbucks in the shopping center at Hollywood & Highland