August 15, 2004

[Fresno is a freak]I am wiped out. Got back at 2:00 a.m. last night after seeing They Might Be Giants with Noelle and Chris. I bet they weren’t awakened at 7:30.

TMBG were as cool as ever. One thing they do in their show is bring a radio onstage, randomly catch the local airwaves, and copy the feel of different songs on the fly. I’ve seen them do this before and had assumed that it was scripted, but last night it sure looked real. Freakin’ musical chameleons.

The opening act, a fellow named Corn Mo, was like Meatloaf with an accordion. I was entertained for the first few songs, but then they all started to sound the same in style and content. (As Todd Rundgren sang, “Don’t you think of anything but sex?”)

No, the big surprise last night was the pre-opener pictured on the left: Brian Kenney Fresno. Oh. My. Gosh. This guy is the melding of Tony Levin and Robert Fripp, channeling Frank Zappa. He is a manic freak and utterly hilarious — so much so you might not notice that he is a Stick virtuoso with jazz-fusion undercurrents. Here, check out his song Bobby Salazar (4.2MB). But listening to him is not enough; you have to experience him live. Trust me on this one.

Jon Reid

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As an American missionary kid who grew up in Japan, I'm a child of two cultures, while not fully belonging to either. This gives me a sightly different view of the world.

One response to Fresno!

  1. I just wish I could get Big Tejunga out of my head, though! Every time I have a quiet moment, it creeps back in!