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May 8, 2015 / Brittany Hendrick

Creation explosion: ’90s bands concerts galore

Octane Coffee has standout joe, I hear. Except a pint of Lagunitas and a cup of ginger-turmeric tea sit in front of me. Java and I don’t jive, never have. It’s not the caffeine, it’s the taste. Oh, how I wish I could join in on pumpkin spice promotions and other flavor festivities. Coffee always smells like a good idea… and then… BLECH! But the tea is the best I’ve had in ages. I had to inquire who makes it. Rishi. Sold!

I’ve had a lot of time to kill since I finished up work today — with an hour and a half to go. I’ve been occupying myself quietly while I wait for door time at Terminal West, where Ride will take the stage tonight. I know a few people going to the show, but I didn’t go out of my way to meet up with anyone beforehand. I’ll see them there. My good friend Jeff, who saw the Ride-Lush bill back in the day, had an extra ticket and inquired yesterday if I was attending tonight’s show. He wanted to make sure I was taken care of, knowing how much I love Ride. We have an ongoing thing: Anytime he mentions when he saw Ride with Lush, I cover my ears and screech, “Ahhhhhh, don’t tell me about it, I don’t want to know, I hate you!” I had already bought my own ticket, but I’m going to buy Jeff a beer just for thinking of me — especially in context.

But I can’t think to write worth a shit. My brain isn’t cooperating. I hope it’s just because I’m tired after working all day, dealing with slow-as-balls Omniture, advertising hiccups and onsite programming errors. Usually, my job is mentally demanding, but today was a rare low-batteries-required day.

Yet I can’t think well enough to write worth a shit.

Maybe it’s the coffee shop’s dim lighting. Or maybe it’s the music, which morphed from the entire Lonerism album by Tame Impala (Who, like Ride, are in town for this weekend’s Shaky Knees Festival. Yay!) to ANNOYING. Maybe it’s the lofty atmosphere: patrons’ chatter and clanging cups bouncing between the concrete floors and high ceilings.

The Lagunitas is oddly weak and isn’t helping.

Normally, I have laser-like focus, unruffled by distractions and noise — even when I’m not wearing headphones. My coworkers were incredulous that the hum of the treadmill-desk contraption installed near my desk didn’t faze me when people used it. I can zone out that shit.

Maybe my brain isn’t working how I want it to because I’m sorely out of practice with writing.

I was going to write a “profound” post about Creation Records, its “accidentally on time” demise (right before the new millennium), how 2000s indie rock bands steadily pussed out and handed subversion on a silver platter over to pop and country stars, and how the indie/alternative music landscape hasn’t been daring or edgy since, well… since Creation closed its doors.

There have been exceptions, of course. Even if it wasn’t until 2003 when Super Furry Animals finally blew me away. But they were on Creations Records at one point. What does that tell you. Creation Records — its bands, its output — are timeless.

My Bloody Valentine put out an album and toured a couple years ago. Sadly, they did not come to Atlanta, and my sister didn’t live in SF yet and traveling wasn’t in the budget then anyway. But post-sister-move to SF, I’ve gotten to see Slowdive and Ride at the Warfield, and I’ll be seeing the Jesus & Mary Chain there as well, next weekend. Primal Scream is in Atlanta next week. I was set to see Swervedriver last month, but I fell ill with fever and pukes that day, so, regrettably, I missed out. (Fortunately, I caught them in… 2006, was it?) I was also set to see the Telescopes last year, but they ended up canceling for whatever reason.

All of these bands — all of these interesting, weird, scary, political, stubborn, trippy, defiant, rebellious, loud, left-of-center, subversive… pretty… bands have one thing in common: Creation Records.

Which new indie bands from today will be selling out venues in 20 years?

p.s. Forgot to mention that Super Furry Animals are also playing shows again.

p.p.s. Ride killed it last night. KILLED IT. Way better experience at Terminal West than Warfield, as I knew it would be. Perfect sound and mix. The “holocaust section” in “Drive Blind” was proper cacophonic wall-of-sound. And Ride’s cover of The Beatles’ “Tomorrow Never Knows” reminds us where “Seagull” came from — can’t believe I hadn’t picked that out before!

p.p.p.s. Ride’s drummer, Laurence Colbert, aka Loz, is the shit. Guys — for real. I should have lauded him in the original version of my post because I noticed in SF that he was a hero on the kit.

p.p.p.p.s.  In the Creation Records documentary Upside Down, someone — can’t remember who — remarks at what incredible musicians Ride are. These guys sounded like they never quit playing together. I didn’t want to concert to end… and it makes me sad to know that all bands of this caliber reach a point when it does have to end.


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