Last Night RE: Not Even The Comet Can Hold Those Monotonix
posted by September 29 at 11:17 AMon
Turns out the Sunset can’t either.
For more pictures and words read after the jump…
It started calmly enough—the band opted to set up in front of the stage at the Sunset rather than on it, and everyone (including the infamously insane band members) seemed to be on their best behavior.
“Maybe they’re tired from last night,” I thought. “They did have a crazy show at the Comet, after all, and right now they’re playing at three in the afternoon about two blocks from Ballard’s Farmers Market.”
Then something snapped.
I’m not sure who cued it to happen—the singer, the drummer, the guitarist, the kid in the front who started thrashing around—but Monotonix’s singer jumped on the bar. Then on the drum kit. Then back on the bar, and there was no stopping him after that.
He pulled his shorts tight between his buttcrack and mooned the crowd:
He went to the back of the showroom (which wasn’t quite half full), picked up a girl, and carried her to the front:
He poured water over his drummer while he played:
He took bites of apple and spit them at the crowd. He made fun of Mark Arm (or maybe he paid homage, it’s hard to tell) and got everyone in the crowd screaming as loud as possible because he wanted Mark Arm (who he thought was maybe drinking coffee at the Starbucks down the street) to hear us. Then he whipped off his shirt and instructed everyone in the crowd to do the same. “Ladies too!” Many did. He boasted “I have more hair on my chest than everyone in this room!”
Then he clearly got bored with being inside the club, passed out pieces of the drum set to the audience, and lead everyone out to the sidewalk. Everyone followed, everyone danced. A baby in headphones and a KEXP onsie cried, cried, cried.
He climbed on the bassdrum, which he usually does (photo above), and then he dove off:
I had my fingers crossed that they’d invade the farmer’s market just three blocks south, but Monotonix went north to the intersection of Ballard and Market street. As the singer climbed up the street lamp and the drummer kept banging on the drums, clueless witnesses stepped out of the shops and restaurants to see what the fuck was going on. They probably still don’t know what the fuck was going on.
And then it ended when the band (and about half the crowd) spread out on the sidewalk:
It was one of the most exciting live music experiences in recent memory, but I can’t tell you anything about the music (other than it was loud and it didn’t suck). And that doesn’t bother me at all.