Ratatat and Clinic

I saw Ratatat and Clinic at the Grog Shop last evening. Ratatat was sur­pris­ing­ly good. Just two guys and their gui­tars, some groovy bells and whistles [and a cool pro­ject­ed psy­che­delic ac­com­pa­ni­ment] and lots of jam­ming. They didn’t have any lyrics but since each song seemed like a blend of ex­per­i­ment, im­pro­vi­sa­tion and vir­tu­os­i­ty, words prob­a­bly wouldn’t have helped them much. The gui­tarist in charge was ham­mered and was know­ing­ly mak­ing lame com­ments to the crowd. He al­so in­vit­ed peo­ple to come up on stage and dance around. Only one crazy [and I do mean crazy] guy took them up on it and he stayed up there the rest of their set and did weirdo ro­bot move­ments. The drunk gui­tar guy sin­cere­ly thanked him af­ter­ward.

Ratatat is the kind of band that I would like to do the sound­track for one of the movies I’ve not yet made. Last night I couldn’t re­al­ly think of some­thing off of the top of my head for the type of film it need­ed to be but af­ter some thought I think that per­haps ‘Convenience Charge’ could be adapt­ed to work with some­thing like it.

Clinic was much as I ex­pect­ed them to be. 4 Brits in sur­gi­cal scrubs and masks, jam­ming away. I was a bit sur­prised at just how much of The Beach Boys/​surfer rock vibe that their gui­tars had. That nev­er re­al­ly came through to me on any of their al­bums. Incidentally, I didn’t re­al­ize they re­leased their newest al­bum a few months ago. From what I heard live, it sounds promis­ing.

We bailed a bit ear­ly be­cause we had to get up ear­ly for work, and so I am a bit grog­gy still. In an hour I get a back mas­sage though. Ver’ nice. I al­so think that the overuse of the word ‘like’ in de­scrip­tion and con­ver­sa­tion is noth­ing more than an abort­ed at­tempt at metaphor. Perhaps if folks were a bit quick­er on their feet and could come up with an ap­pro­pri­ate metaphor, ‘like’ wouldn’t be so, like, an­noy­ing. The schools must change! or some­thing.

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