Nothing lasts. So says everything that used to be around us, used to fill the air, fill our eyes, fill the days we've already long forgotten.
In a quaint Creve Coeur home decked out for the holidays, with the smell of fresh baked Christmas cookies and not one but two Christmas trees, David Arthur, of SimplyEsoteric treated us to songs and stories that were as personal as the backdrop, with a timbre as warm and welcoming as the cookies.
Walking in, slightly damp, to the smooth swaying sounds of Pat Jordache, the constantly expanding crowd at Off Broadway was welcomed in oddly lazy anticipation. The Morrissey-esque vocals and '80s indie synthesizer laid a near perfect foundation for tUnE-YarDs. Perfect, like the site of the Manhattan Project.
We are in a dark room in a nondescript building in St. Louis. As the lights fade in, we see 5 men sitting on a stage. They are HONUS HONUS, POW POW, CHANG WANG, TURKEY MOTH, and JEFFERSON. They all sit in silence, but this is broken when HONUS HONUS begins to tap his foot repetitively on the ground in a way so it is clear he is anxious about something. A pair of gold sequined slippers rest atop an amplifier; POW walks over to them, peers inside, and seeing nothing, retreats to his drum kit.