Like rock? Psych pop? Stepchildren? Jesse “Jesse & Brent” Brent ’13 has great news:
We’re kicking off our concert series with a bomb-ass show! The Stepkids, hailing from Bridgeport and signed to Stones Throw Records (J Dilla), are bringing their audiovisual spectacular to the Memorial Chapel this Friday night, supported by New Haven/Brooklyn rocker Sidewalk Dave and Wesleyan’s own Featherwood Bee. FREE AND OPEN TO THE PUBLIC! Learn more on our website and join the Facebook event. What up, CT!
What: The Stepkids/Sidewalk Dave/Featherwood Bee
Date: Friday, February 22
When: Doors 7:30; Featherwood Bee 8:00; Sidewalk Dave 8:45; The Stepkids 10:00
Where: Memorial Chapel
Who can attend: Everyone
Bring: Dancing shoes; white shirts. (You’ll see why.)
Looking for something to do later on Thursday evening? This concert may be one of the coolest things happening anywhere on campus. It’s pretty much only at Wesleyan that you can see a concert of double bass and throat singing. Bring a few bucks in cash for a donation. More information below:
A new concert series featuring diverse members of the Wesleyan community playing music from around the world. Anything and everything goes…and we chose to kick things off on Valentine’s Day, so bring your date, partner, pal, or imaginary friend and join us for a night of great music!
First set: Andrew Colwell, throat singing and double bass
Andrew Colwell combines a background in jazz bass with a remarkable facility in throat singing (also known as overtone singing) technique, cultivated through his intense study of the music of Mongolia. The result is unlike anything you’ve ever heard, ever.
Three cheers for Ty Segall, the San Fran-based one-man-band garage-rocker who, despite a broken bass drum pedal and myriad other technical difficulties, brought love, sweat, and Black Sabbath covers to the Eclectic dining room last night.
Forget Segall’s latest, 2011’s sludgy if uncharacteristically restrained Goodbye Bread. Even without a backing band, Segall’s live show is a hell of a lot less hinged, cycling—unaccompanied—through solo originals, Black Sabbath’s “Paranoid,” and that one screaming blues cover that I think maybe is in Goodfellas (help, guys?) with equal abandon. Ty’s bass drum crashed, but the audience filled in graciously. All in all, way to kick off 2012’s freakish concert lineup. (More on this soon.) (Sadly, I missed Featherwood Bee, but post your impressions/photographs/videofilms/love notes/ransom letters in the comments.)
Images below—click on for an appropriately dark and muddy video clip, so you too can party like it’s 2001.