Biggest God Damn Surprise
Like many people in the Bay Area, I place an inordinate amount of trust in KALX DJs. So when Greg Scharpen played some OU music, or mentioned them, or was on the air talking with Amy Denio, or was reading a calendar listing, or was wordlessly thinking about this band, I received the message loud and clear. I parted ways with the Mysterious Michael Zelner outside the YBCA Forum where Myra Melford and Ben Goldberg had conducted an interesting conversation (and almost as interesting performance, but for time constraints). MMZ was headed up the street to tUnE-yArDs, and I opted for the tiny alternative as big as a house: the Sardinian sextet that trampled the Duende stage, trampled I tell you, like it was a big puddle and they were a twelve-legged toddler.
A twelve-legged toddler with an insane aunt.
A twelve-legged toddler with an insane aunt and a razor wit.
A twelve-legged toddler with an insane aunt, a razor wit and a genre-bending grasp of quantum physics.
A twelve-legged toddler with an insane aunt, a razor wit, a genre-bending grasp of quantum physics running its own circus…
to which you are perpetually invited.