Sean Carnage is like the Godfather of LA’s East Side music scene. His Monday nights at Pehrspace have become an institution – one that supports, educates, entertains, inspires, and just generally brings together a community of music makers and music lovers who look for a good show every single night (unless they’re playing one…). He was kind enough to post this interview and video playlist on his website today. Thanks, Sean!!
The lovely Molly Shelton of KXLU invited us to the station today to promote our release show. We played “Cover My Eyes” and “BONIZ HEART” off the record and took pictures of Molly adding it to the KXLU library. Then we played a song by every band playing at the Smell and at the Girlhouse after party, and we gave away two test copies of our record. We talked mostly about getting naked and getting our periods. Molly is totally awesome and apparently an excellent leaf player, so we’re hoping she can play leaves for Big Whup some day…
“Cover My Eyes” by Big Whup
“BLOO MOOB” by Pizza!
“BONIZ HEART” by Big Whup
“Nico” by So Many Wizards
“Morose” by Stereo Total
“We Come from the Bright Side” by 60-Watt Kid
“Lookin for Love in the Wrong Places” by Polite Society or Murder
“I Look Above Me” by Morgan Gee
“Blah Blah Bye Bye” by Drew Denny and the Friend Group
OK So Stereo Total isn’t going to play with us on Saturday but I saw their CD while grabbing the 60-Watt Kid and just couldn’t resist. They are one of my very favorite bands and definitely a huge influence on me… Oh.. Ah..
After picking up the Big Whup record jackets, Morgan and I decided to make a Lola Loshkey recording. We put on our skeleton suits, ate mushroom cupcakes, and made a song called “Where Does the Honeybee Live?”*
We wanted to surprise Christine with a cupcake and a record, so we waited in her room for about two hours but she didn’t come home. Morgan decided to get some work done while we waited:
*There is a big bush with purple flowers growing out of the stairs on Girlhouse side porch. Every day, it is covered with bees. They love it! Paul hates them, but I won’t cut it down because bees are good to have around. Thing is, I feel this interaction is a bit too one-sided. These bees are taking all our nectar and not giving us any honey. SO I have decided to follow them home, find out where they live and ask them for a little bit of honey. I heard that if you smoke beneath the hive, the bees think their hive is on fire so they vacate. That’s when you grab the honey! But I probably won’t do this plan because I think it’s mean plus I don’t smoke.
After picking up the records, we met this tiny puppy named Estrellita. She snuggled with us and rolled over a bunch then ran away home.
Morgy and I got lost on our way to pick up the record jackets so we drove around Hollywood Forever listening to So Many Wizards and trying to talk to a peacock.
We just can’t get enough of Johnny O’Donnell! We met him at the LA Record XMas party at Bedrock and played with his band for the first time at Redwood Bar. They fuckin rule! Hip swingin rhythms and booty bumpin bass lines lay the foundation for the house of Johnny O: Piano lines that perfectly combine honky tonk bar rags with twinkly top end accents and a guitarist who can chug and croon alllllll night long topped with a magical slide player who plucks and glides, summoning invisible singers and psychedelic Western sound scapes. Tapping the conventions of rock and reggae, funk, soul, and country like a kid sneaking samples in a candy store, this band’s gravitational pull sucks it all in and spits out something totally their own. It’s the new 70s y’all! Complete with long hair, polyester, high waisted jeans and a pair of mustaches. Oh, and a crowd of fans that will make fun of you until you dance so hard you’re either upside down or throwing chairs.
Don’t tell the boys! Jenna came up from Fullerton early to hang out so we all put on matching pink and flesh tone see through tops then watched the Fourth Kind. Both Christine and Morgan think they were abducted as children. During the abduction sequence, Morgan bugged out her eyes and got mad at the TV: “Fuck I really WAS abducted! God damn it.”
Jenna almost peed on the futon, and I cried. We were thirty minutes late for load in. Sorry guys.
YAYYYY!!! A beautiful sunny day and dear Morgy’s companionship made the drive to El Segundo a delight. We met a badass tshirt, introduced Morgy to the machines, and found Morgy’s soul mate in traffic- a girl with a license plate that read “RPTLGRL”.