From the moment I arrived, I stood directly in front of the stage, but the pushing, shoving, and drink-throwing started early on. Until then, I took as many pictures as possible of White Fence and Ty Segall, but when I couldn't take it any more, I moved to the side, where the situation was more calm, although that presented another problem since I ended up in the path of the oil plates, which a couple of Chop Suey staffers changed out repeatedly to keep the light show going. To their credit, they didn't spill any oil, despite all the non-stop jostling (due to my work schedule, I missed all of the Tea Cozies and most of the Pharmacy).
White Fence (sans Presley)
I like the way the guy on the left looks like Robert Carlyle, particularly the long-haired variant that's been playing Rumpelstiltskin on Once Upon a Time (I heard another fellow remark upon the Carlyle resemblance, so it wasn't just me).
Maybe it's because I watch too many movies...but Cronin reminded me of an actor, too: '89-era John Cusack...with a little more hair and a little less height.
Mikal Cronin and Ty Segall
Cronin and Segall have been collaborating in various configurations for years, and it shows; they work well together. Between sets, Segall also played two songs with White Fence from their split Hair LP, which he referred to as "The Hair."
Overall, it wasn't a bad night, but I enjoyed Segall's 2011 set at the Crocodile more. I don't know if it's because he played everything so fast—mostly material from Melted and Goodbye Bread—because the venue was too small, because everybody was hyped up on SuperCincodelMayoMoon, or because I was too tired to get in the spirit of things, but the audience really got on my nerves.
Presley wasn't feeling it either—not at first, at any rate. At one point, a punter pegged him with a beer cup, and he told the guy to fuck off. He's a slight figure, but in that moment, he looked menacing. Towards the end of his set, though, he seemed to feel he'd overreacted, so he apologized and thanked the crowd for coming, adding, "I treat my body like a garbage can anyway. Throw whatever you want." By then, though, he'd won over enough of the jerks that they'd lost interest in lobbing any further objects. Well, I can't say I wasn't entertained.