By Emma Silvers
By Gary Moskowitz
By Alee Karim
By Ian S. Port
By Ian S. Port
By Derek Opperman
By Emma Silvers
By Alee Karim
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 have given up the glories of touring -- the flat tires, the free beer, the weak coffee, and the menagerie of obsessive-compulsive groupies whose relentless search for strands of the band's hair has resulted in four major label releases on Matador and countless 7-inches on Thwart, Communion, and Ajax, to name a few. Sadly, for Union loyalists local shows have also been few and far between. That is not to say that TFUL282 don't care about us; they're really a bunch of softies and, as such, they have agreed to leave their goldfish with qualified sitters in order to support a good cause in the town that they call home. KALX-FM (90.7, in Berkeley), one of the few local stations worth their airwaves, has always championed odd-minded pioneers like TFUL282 (remember that this group was incorporating banjo, mandolin, and organ into their introspective, oddball soundscapes long before country/roots became hip; remember, too, that they released a complete album inspired by Leonard Nimoy way back in 1988; and that they have been mistakenly referred to as Thinking Cellars, Thinking Feeler, Talking Followers, Stinking Smellers, and Thinking Damn Assholes Union Local Fuck You). Now that KALX is in need of a little extra cash, TFUL282 are more than willing to give the people what they so rightly deserve: boys in dresses, girls on helium, lyrics about a 1-inch nemesis, and music that will make your socks soggy. Satisfact, a new wave trio that can comfortably be compared to Tones on Tail, and the Bangs (with members of the Polecats, the Stowaways, and Plastique) open. The KALX benefit will be held at the Bottom of the Hill on Thursday, Sept. 4, at 9 p.m. Tickets are $8; call 621-4455.
Lowell Darling is no stranger to the spotlight. He once ran for the California governor's seat against Jerry Brown, and chronicled the losing battle in a documentary aptly named One Hand Shaking. His latest project is a testament to the great, grinding machinery of Hollywood. The mammoth undertaking, done at the urging of Whitney Museum Director David Ross, involved editing over 46,000 frames of discarded Hollywood film. The completed moving picture, Hollywood Archeology, will premiere Thursday night, Sept. 4, with Les Claypool of Primus performing a live, improvised soundtrack. SFMOMA Seca winner Rebeca Bollinger will also present an installation produced as part of a collaboration with Darling. The opening reception will be held at Gallery 16 (1616 16th St., at Rhode Island) at 6 p.m. Call 626-7495.
Imagine yourself in Cuba in 1933. Dewy-eyed women in negligible apparel pass out potent cocktails amid bowls of tropical fruit and burning torches. An 11-piece band grinds through an irresistible rumba that brings voluptuous damsels shimmying across the dance floor. You are too weak to resist. It might be the rum, or the moon, or the look in your girlfriend's eye. Your hips move in ways that are unconscionable on U.S. soil. Carmen Miranda would be proud. Cabaret Diosa would expect nothing less. Hailing from Boulder and originally founded by Chris Till, who has since relocated to our fair city (what now, Chris?), Cabaret Diosa are not just a marvelous "Hi-Fi Latin Exotica" band that blends classics from the '30s and '60s with outlandish originals, they are a thousand and one fantasies come to life. Plants, lamps, tuxedos, candles, hats, cigarette holders, boas, and sword swallowers just add to the mood. Each song in the set is loosely linked together by a precisely choreographed, highly sensual, often funny theater and dance routine. For example: Eve eats from a very magic mushroom and discovers her, um, independent nature; or a wandering priest is seduced by a beautiful Gypsy belly dancer. You get the picture, and you get to dance. Cabaret Diosa perform at Cafe Du Nord on Friday, Sept. 5, at 9 p.m. Tickets are $5; call 979-6545. They also open for Maceo Parker at the Great American Music Hall on Tuesday, Sept. 9, at 9 p.m. Tickets are $17; call 885-0750.
This spring, New Orleans funk outfit Galactic won that town's best emerging artist award from the Gambit Weekly. Sure, Galactic can groove a room until perspiration drips off the walls, but for my money, give me the guy who crashed the stage during Galactic's acceptance speech and yelled, "If it's going to be this kind of party, I'm going to stick my dick in the mashed potatoes!" That guy was Alex McMurray of Royal Fingerbowl, one of the most exciting groups to come out of Gatorland in quite a while. Mixing Frenchman Street melody with Lucky Strike philosophy and a Southern Gothic narrative, McMurray has all the makings of a Tom Waits lynch mob. Royal Fingerbowl open for Galactic at the Great American Music Hall on Friday, Sept. 5, at 9 p.m. Tickets are $10. They also open for Maceo Parker at the Great American on Monday, Sept. 8, at 9 p.m. Tickets are $17; call 885-0750.
Scotsman John Mulligan had been in the United States less than three months when he was shipped off to fight in Vietnam. Like most of the young kids who lived through the atrocities of that war, Mulligan suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder. His wife and family left him. He wound up a homeless, desperate drunk ("medicating" himself against the seizures that often racked his body). His first novel, Shopping Cart Soldiers, is a deeply unsettling examination of a man who has been separated from his soul, a man driven by voices and haunting images. It should never have been possible to ignore the rantings and murmurings of those considered street crazy. After you read this book, it won't be. Join Mulligan in a celebration of the book's release at the Edinburgh Castle on Saturday, Sept. 6, at 7:30 p.m. Admission is free; call (510) 486-1698.