The return of 9353

It was an honor to have a hand in the new 9353 flyer, currently being ripped to shreds off walls across Montgomery County. Those uncooth Maryland bastards.

I do believe this will be a gig of the ages.

Paul (also of The Muffins and Thee Maximalists) is the new drummer for 9353 this time around, and he's a perfect fit for the band: Paul's style is jazzy, spontaneous, and INSANELY STRONG; he's the mad yeti in the room, and his brief association with Magma is clear; who else could beat the hell out of things next to a madman like Vander?

Anyway. Rumor has it the new 9353 has been practicing like beasts in a secret, subterranean laboratory in Baltimore for quite a while, and the result, to quote an insider, is F*CKED.....UP! ...in a good way, of course.

I'm expecting a magical show this Friday. Opening are King Giant and Rustbuckit. Friday, 7sept07 at the 9:30 club.

9:30 club, 2005

So, after that melancholic nostalgia freakout a few days ago, visiting the grave of DC Space & finding a Starbucks (previous post), I figured the old 9:30 club had to be next.

Of course the 9:30 did not vanish, but simply moved: they now have a much better sound system, more space, bigger bar, actual "climate control" and other creature comforts, but many of us cranky farts lost our club virginity in the old place. Hawkwind, Psychic TV, Swans, etc...the brightest stars of the underground had blazed from the stage in there, in that stinking, crowded, fabulous cesspit.

...just had to sneak one last peek behind the chainlink fence & plywood barriers, before it mutated into another Starbucks...