the horrible truth about burma
I finally fixed the email link and the home-brewed search engine there on the left, though it took far too long—I am a doofus with Perl. So, um, email and search!
After our terrible experience at the Modest Mouse show, we really needed something to restore our faith in rock and roll; last night Mission of Burma came through. The set was long and must have covered about three-quarters of their catalog—all the really good songs, anyway. These days, because of Roger Miller's hearing damage, he takes the stage wearing the sort of enormous headphones they use at shooting ranges, but this didn't stop him from showering mighty, mighty guitar noise upon us. "Academy Fight Song" and "The Ballad of Johnny Burma" made me feel about seventeen. So they gave no cause to regret not catching the last reunion tour, before the new album came out; in fact, the six or seven cuts from OnOffOn sounded so great as to raise it in my estimation.
Openers Erase Errata are a fine band, but we think they must have had an off night; their guitarist just quit, so the singer was doing double duty and only picked up her trumpet once. She was also drunk enough to get distracted by her own stage patter, so that periodically the drummer (and what a drummer!) would have to whap her snare to get the band back on target. For all that, they sure have some cool songs.
