A Mash Note to Fishbone in Everyday Sunshine

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Everyday Sunshine: The Story of Fishbone
Directed by Lev Anderson and Chris Metzler
Opens October 7
ReRun Gastropub Theater

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• Les Claypool
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They should have been the band that went way beyond any of us who were influenced by them,” says Primus’s Les Claypool about groundbreaking African-American band Fishbone in the documentary Everyday Sunshine. The film, co-directed by Lev Anderson and Chris Metzler, is a love letter to the group. Packed with fantastic performance footage, it solidly makes the case that, throughout the ‘80s and early ‘90s, Fishbone was one of rock’s best live acts ever—furiously energetic, innovative, leaping multiple genres in a single song. A slew of talking heads, from Vernon Reid to Gwen Stefani (who should pay Fishbone frontman Angelo Moore royalties), sing the group’s praises as Laurence Fishburne narrates a whiplash-inducing career ride: High school friends form a punk/ska/funk/fill-in-the-blanks band, create groundbreaking music, travel the world, influence countless other bands, but crash and burn before achieving the success they deserve. The reasons for liftoff failure are familiar: record-label ineptitude, love/hate dynamics within the group that eventually gave way to alcoholism, mental breakdowns, and bitterness. Anderson and Metzler get it all down but are so enamored of the band that they don’t shape their material as tightly as they could have, and it occasionally drifts into redundancy. An unexpected upside to the film is its timeliness. As conversation about “post-blackness” drifts from the art world and academia onto the op-ed pages—see: Touré’s controversial new book, Who’s Afraid of Post-Blackness?—it’s refreshing to hear group members repeatedly stress that their art was rooted in black culture and consciousness as the film itself becomes a dialectic on black masculinity.