By Steve Weinstein
By Bryan Bierman
By Lindsey Rhoades
By Chaz Kangas
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
"Wow, that is one slippery stage," Jason Trachtenburg camps, kicking off the December residency of the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players "on Ice" at Fez. The smoke machine creates the illusion of ice, or so we're told, and stage decor, featuring big cutout snowflakes, channels ghosts of Christmases from '50s, '60s, and '70s past. Pianist-guitarist Jason explains the slides projected by his wife Tina: Purchased from estate sales, they form the basis for his lyrical expostulations into the lives of the deceased. It's borderline exploitative, but utterly entertaining, judging from the raucous response to "Look at Me," an ode to "two retired military nurses from Seattle."
The hyper, Ducky-like Jason writes and sings sweet melodies like the best ramshackle VU cabaret, and is a master of the non sequitur. Rachel, his nine-year-old daughter and drummer extraordinaire, is grace under pressure; in one song, she sings the refrain "Riding on the plane to hell," hits the final beat unfazed, then rubs her eyes. The image flashed during "September 1962 (My Wife'll Be So Excited)" is a severed mannequin head, conjuring Roxy Music's "In Every Dream Home, a Heartache," and giving the lie to simple notions of holiday cheer.
In the haunting "Winter," Jason sings, "Winter is here/Everyday is getting colder" before wondering plaintively, "How'd we get so cold?" He returns with the promise of "a mental health umbrella," then later rhymes Middle America with hysteria. Of their CDs, Jason says, "You're not going to find these things in too many other places, except our living room." By then, the Fez had become an extended living room and the audience honorary members of his naughty but nice family. Mary Jacobi
Axl to Grind
Judging from those Cowardly Lion braids, Axl Rose knows he's no longer king of the jungle. At the Garden on Thursday, Guns 'N Roses sounded big and bold, but they played it safe: Their first dozen songs were all Appetite for Destruction standards, except for two from the Use Your Illusion albums and similarly ancient covers of Wings' "Live and Let Die" and Dylan's "Knockin' on Heaven's Door." Rose thanked us for "selling out this motherfucking thingit really helps a lot," a bad omen for the first North American G'NR tour in nine years. (As of now, at least eight dates have been canceled, including a Bay Area New Year's Eve show.)
Rose's kind words preceded Appetite's "Out ta Get Me," which made for a particularly revealing transition. When G'NR recorded that song, Rose's crucifixion was still a fiction, but now the "they can't catch me" lyrics sound less like a boast and more like the nostalgic complaint of someone who can't get himself arrested anymore. Rose later launched a grinning diatribe against the Times' "Jonny Pareles": "If you're gonna lie, then you're a pussy." This served as a lead-in to "Patience," thus transforming a sensitive song about not having sex into a paranoid one about getting fucked.
If Rose is indeed knockin' on has-been's door, at least he's keeping everyone guessing. The three new songs mostly just mystified the audience, especially the video footage of MLK and Tiananmen Square during "Chinese Democracy." My friend wondered if guitarist Buckethead wears a KFC bin on his head as comment on recent capitalist reforms in China. Sure, why not? And maybe Axl Rose handing out Krispy Kremes to the front row was the last gasp of a cultural revolution. Greg Milner
Fifth Annual Real Life Consumer Guide
Five years ago, we found wide pricing disparities on new releases downtown. Since then, Napster came and went, distributors stopped fixing "minimum advertised prices," loss-leading big-boxers invaded Manhattan, major labels consolidated into massivity, Tower and Wiz faced oblivion, and annual blank CD sales hit 6 billionone for every potential consumer on the planet.
So what did this do to neighborhood prices? Nada. We shopped for a basket of 20 items at nine emporia on or below Union Square, and found it still pays to hoof around. Prices held steady at the low end, although at chains they've edged up. Retail warrior Circuit City is no threat to neighbor Virgin, beating it by a dollar at most. Bargains are in the "new" bins at indies like St. Mark's Sounds or J&R or online. You could always download with Shereaza or eDonkey or whatever the kids are into today, but only a cheeseball would give a gift labeled with a laundry marker. Besides, you wouldn't want to be hauled off to a naval brig like those file-swapping Annapolis middies.
Here are some highs and lows: Mariah Carey, Charmbracelet (Def Jam): J&R $10, Virgin $15. Bob Dylan, Live 1975 (Sony): Sounds $17, Tower $22. Missy Elliott, Under Construction (WEA): Sounds $14, Sam Goody $20. El-P, Fantastic Damage (Definitive Jux): DeepDiscountCD.com $12.50, Virgin $19. Liars, They Threw Us All in a Trench . . . (Mute): Sounds $13, Virgin $19. Jason Moran, Modernistic (Blue Note): Cheap-cds.com $13, Virgin $19. Red Hot & Riot (MCA): J&R $12, Other Music $18. Rocket From the Tombs, The Day the Earth Met . . . (Phantom): Kim's $13, Virgin $17. Stocking Stuffers: PM Dawn, The Bliss Album: Sounds 88 cents. In zine: Other Music $1. Liz Phair, Whipsmart: Kim's $1. Nat King Cole three-CD set: Tower $10. Gene Simmons & Paul Stanley autograph session: Virgin, free with purchase of $25 book. Josh Goldfein