Fresno Famous

The 32s: The 32s was a fill-in band that got on the bill last minute. If you haven't seen them, they are a pretty straight-up thrash-punk outfit. Loud, aggressive, throaty vocals. Word is they want o do more "skate-punk" type stuff, which they'll totally pull off. This was their first show with a new drummer (from Needy-Eevy). Apparently they'd only had a couple of practices together, but it was in no way obvious.

Our set: This is out first show since ... the last one, I guess, and we were pretty excited. We played everything off the just recorded (and not released) sessions plus a couple of oldies but goodies. Tried our hands at something we just wrote, f'ed it up, tried again, oops again, so we moved on. From the audience it maybe looked like a joke. It was a weird night and bunch of random friends showed up to see us, which was nice.

Cousin Fister: Hide your mother. Hide your sister. Hide your sheep. It's Cousin Fister! And a yee-haw!! Best I can tell, Cousin Fister is some kind of hillbilly concept band. Musically it's down and dirty mid-tempo southern-fried rock, complete with harmonica, but it's everything else that sells the show. The dirty wife-beater tees, the cut off jean shorts, the boots and trucker hats. 

Lightnin' Woodcock: Lightnin' Woodcok's real name is Bill and out in the parking lot he seems like a laid back guy. Then he puts on his sunglasses and his 'coon skin cap. He throws on his Parker guitar, kicks a leg out and starts gyrating to the dirtiest-filthiest blues you've ever heard. Some thoughts: Lightnin Woodcock has a band called the Bad Mother Fuckers and they are bad mother fuckers, goddammit! Lightnin' talks in the third person and is promiscuous as ever and can play Jimi Hendrix with an oven mitt on one hand. Lightnin' Woodcock is not safe for work. His song "Smoochie Coochie Man" may very well be the dirtiest thing to have every been thrust into these ear canals.  Lightnin' Woodcock didn't come to fuck around.