""I am only asking why the inclination to get out and move on is so strong"
Probably because the weather sucks out loud a good 90% of the year. Being surrounded by the narrowminded and reactionary doesn't help either, and even fighting…"
"For what it's worth, I have never assumed that an “Indiana Music Archive” tag necessarily means the band is broken up--but then, bands seem to reunite with such regularity that categorizing by current state of activity might well be…"
"I like #3 far and away the best. I don't really like the faux-weathered "old-timey" look of a lot of the mockups (the woodgrain in 6 is just awful) or the overemphasis on the MFT acronym, especially because mft.com/org/net/etc.…"
"Glenn was also in the Trailside Killers, the first B-town band I ever saw (at Black Box) after moving there. That night made a HUGE impression on me.
I always thought seeing John play his pedals with El Nino up close at Second Story was fascinating;…"
They were a B-town band. Chuck moved to San Francisco around the same time I did ( maybe a few years after) and I played drums for him for a while. I did some demo recordings with him at Tiny Tellephone here in San Francisco. The band changed it's name to Lessick at some point.
Yeah, Go Mango didn't make it either. Half the Bloomington bands booked didn't make it. So, those poor folks got stuck with a "headliner" that was a screeching noise/improv band that was too weird for Bloomington, much less rural Southern Indiana. The sound man was a total genius, though: he took all my guitar feedback and pumped it loud through the mains without flinching. Gutsiest soundman ever.
Daisy Glaze, huh? I remember some deal at Depauw University sometime in '96 or so. It was an outdoor show on a concrete stage in front of some reflecting pool or some such nonsense. The person booking it recruited a bunch of Bloomington bands. They recruited the Catkillers, an improv band I was in for several years. We were supposed to follow Virginia's Scrapings, but Phil & co. never showed, so we ended up following Daisy Glaze . . . by about three hours. We hit the stage at sundown . . .