Oscar Begat
I'm in a cave with Christmas lights. Elvis with a black eye is sitting at the bar next to me, wearing what I imagine is his finest aloha shirt. He's staring intensely at Ronnie, who I think is the father of both the lead guitarist and bassist.
The band is Oscar Begat, described to me by drummer Aaron as "alternative chamber pop". Part Dave Matthews, part singer/songwriter, and part folk/blues. They're rocking a song about trying to play frisbee in a tornado in Ohio.
Old people in business casual keep trickling in, and the occassional lost student pokes a curious head in the door... then leaves. They don't get it.
The second set is much more consistent and mellow jam than the first. Nick Cave meets Phish. Very glad I stayed.
What is with all the suits?
Aaron is pulling out a Kalimba. Here comes the violin, add a little rhythm acoustic and bass. This is a lullaby worthy of Bjork.
I wish the the suits at the bar would shut it. They're muddling the jam.
Ronnie is holding his own when it comes to hip. That's hip, not hip replacement. He's working the Crybaby Wah like its just part of his foot.
I'm just curious... How do you start a band with your dad?
I'm outta here in 5, else I have to pay cover for the next band, and from the looks of the guiitarist, they're playing old Cure songs no doubt. Later.