Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Weekend Picks: Tribute to Bowie, Lettuce, Goldrush, Sleepwalkers, Susan Greenbaum, Strange Brew & Sports Bar

The weekend kicks off on Thursday with funk-jam band Lettuce at The National. Tix are $20 in advance, $25 day of show. Doors open at 7, show starts at 8 with openers Rome Fortune. Lettuce is already lining up the festival gigs for the spring and summer with appearances at their own festival, Fool's Paradise in St. Augustine, along with Roosterwalk in Martinsville VA on Memorial Day weekend, Gem and Jam Festival, and Mountain Jam. Here's "Phyllis":

Pop-rockers Goldrush play their only show this month Friday night at The Camel. Tix are $7. Doors open at 8, show starts at 9. The Dawn Drapes and Clair Morgan open. Here's the latest video from Goldrush, "Settle Down". But please don't settle down at the show Friday night. It's Friday night, after all!

Over at Capital Ale House Downtown Friday, Sleepwalkers will rock out with The Trillions opening. Doors open at 7, show starts at 8. Tix are $13 advance, $15 at the door. Here's Sleepwalkers performing "Prey and Pressure":

Movie Club Richmond and Hardywood Brewery give you movies, music and beer Friday night. They will show the classic "Strange Brew" starring Bob & Doug McKenzie (Rick Moranis & Dave Thomas) starting at 9 PM. Coo-loo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-cooooooo! Right after the movie, Sports Bar, will play some garage rock for ya, eh. So put on your toque, grab some donuts and drink some brewskis at Hardywood Friday night, you hosers! The event is a fundraiser for Video Fan Forever who help Movie Club present screenings like this, so make at least the $5 suggested donation. I couldn't find any videos of Sports Bar, so here's the trailer for "Strange Brew":

And then there's this:

Susan Greenbaum may wear a toque if it's chilly on Saturday at Ashland Coffee & Tea but we know for sure she'll be performing all of Carole King's "Tapestry" that night as well as on the 22nd in the same place. She'll also do some of her originals. Show starts at 8 both nights and there is no opener. Tix are $20 in advance, $23 day of show. Get your tickets fast though. They are close to selling out. Here's Susan honoring the late Robbin Thompson by playing his song, "Real Fine Day":

As you all know by now, David Bowie passed away this past weekend. I met the thin white duke for one brief moment on the opening night of his North American Glass Spider tour (7/30/87). It was at Veterans Stadium in Philly. My friend knew one of the chefs at the fancy restaurant in the Vet and he arranged for us to get dinner and tickets for the show. We had just completed dinner and one of our party excused themselves to go to the restroom but soon came running back in saying, "Bowie is at the bar! Bowie is at the bar!" We rushed into the bar to see David Bowie in the flesh, taking pictures with some record company bigwigs around a cake to commemorate the tour opening. Almost as soon as we got there, one his handlers was hustling David out of the room, saying he had to get ready for the show. As he walked by me, I held out my ticket stub and he signed it for me. Unfortunately, the ticket stub was lost, but I still have the memories of seeing David fucking Bowie right in front of me. He was as stylish and graceful as you'd think he would be and I still remember that beautiful smile.

I also owe a great debt to the "Ziggy Stardust"album. In the summer of '90, I was adrift. I stayed in my college town over the summer. I had no job other than a part-time bar tending gig as I continued an unpaid  internship at WZZO. My parents had just divorced, so I was avoiding going home. Other than hanging out with my good friend, Lia (a Bowie fanatic, as it turns out), who kept me company watching movies and MTV and made me the occasional spaghetti dinner, there wasn't much of a social life for a poor boy like me. I spent much of the summer drinking cheap beer, watching Phillies games (they were really bad) with the sound off on the TV and listening to two albums that had been released on special edition CDs that summer. the Beach Boys' "Pet Sounds" and "Ziggy Stardust". Bowie's tales of loneliness, alienation and romantic longing touched me deeply that summer as I tried to figure out what to do with the rest of my life and how to get there. "Lady Stardust" in particular, hit me that summer. The melancholy music and plaintive vocals seemed to be mine as I crossed that threshold to the "real world" and mourned the shattering of my family and my lost days as a student. But the hopefulness of the lyrics, touched by sadness, made me feel that I would be alright even if I had to go through this difficult time now and with an underlying message that rock n' roll would save me, or at least soothe me. So thank you, David Bowie, for giving me a thrill with a one time meeting and carrying me through a long, hot, difficult summer.

Tony Jordan