For the past few days Madeline has been calling me an Orientalist. (I wanted to tell her that Edward Said would be spinning around in his grave at the rank misuse of the term, but...)
This was because I had spent the past week singing "I'm gonna eat jelly jelly jelly jelly jelly jelly jelly jelly beans" in anticipation of the Shonen Knife concert last night.
"They're infantilized 40-year old women," Madeline said.
"But Izzy really likes their songs, though," I said. (This was true: Izzy now asks for the "strawberry song," or "Strawberry Cream Puff.")
"They wear girly mini-dresses," Madeline said.
"But you really like that Carpenters cover version," I said. (This was true: with the exception of Matthew Sweet's "Let Me Be The One," the Shonen Knife track is the best thing on If I Were A Carpenter.)
"They use all these food metaphors," Madeline said.
"But so does Cibo Matto," I said, but I think that proved her point even more.
"And you like them because they speak bad English," Madeline said.
"But they rock!" I answered feebly.
The show, in any case, was a total blast. I went with a big bunch of people for once: my old friend Jane, June, Ellen, my colleague and fellow Throbbing Gristle fan Darren, Jerry and Max -- sorry, I didn't get to talk to the latter two because I was busy chatting with the women. =) Three of them were actually Friendster friends, too.)
Deerhoof opened the show. The tiny Satomi Matsuzaki "conducted" the group's off-kilter, choppy, art-damaged songs; the drummer, sitting on the floor and banging on something (I couldn't see -- like some of the people I was with I suffer from Short Asian Person Syndrome) made a total racket. (Though when Deerhoof started with "Panda Panda Panda," June turned to me and said, "Now I think we're participating in Orientalizing.")
Shonen Knife played a relatively short set (maybe an hour?), but one which didn't disappoint: it was still an hour of sweet, sugar-laced, punk-pop with aggro guitars. They started the concert with "Konnichiwa" (I guessed that one right) and promptly went into "Flying Jelly Attack" and "Twist Barbie." (I looked over at Jane and there was no hiding the look of glee on her face.) Some new songs followed, including one about someone with "a poor sense of direction," and the evening ended with (I think) a sped-up version of "Pretty Little Baka Guy," with a red spotlight shining on stage during the slow headbang part. (The crowd, as was the band, was flashing devil horns at this point. It was Hard Rawk after all.) Then a fantastic encore with "Top of the World" (Madeline's favorite) and "Banana Chips."
(I've also come to the belated realization that I'm getting old -- my drinking abilities have been sadly diminished, as proved by the last three concerts I've attended. Sigh.)
Posted by the wily filipino at October 10, 2003 08:59 PMYou're mention of Edwaid Said just made me remember how important it is to have a really good, oriental/asian sounding name to be a theorist/critic that people can remember. a name foreign-sounding enough that it adds weight to the theory. of course nothing beats a really good theory but it wouldnt hurt to have a name that sounds, uhmm, intelligent.
Posted by: gitz on October 14, 2003 02:14 AM