This was a really wierd night. Tracers, Brillo, and I had nothing
to do, and we heard that Myssouri were playing an early evening
set at Jocks And Jills, which is a Sports Bar. Yes, a Sports
Bar. Even though our membership in The Indie Rock Mafia could
be revoked if we were caught (dead) there, we decided to go
anyway. What the heck, they serve beer, Brillo can watch her
Braves game, and Myssouri will play.
So we three indie rock geekoids trekked to a sports bar in
midtown. That's when it got wierd.
First off -- we were the first people who were not relatvies
of the band and who did not work at Jocks and Jills to show
up. We got there at about 9 PM, and Myssouri were running through
And they sounded pretty good: the drumming was good if a little
overpowering, the bass was clean and (eventually) mixed so as
to not drown out the two acoustic guitars. Oh -- did i mention
that this was an acoustic show?
So after the soundcheck the band wandered off. Eventually Michael
Bradley (who really is the heart of Myssouri after all)
took the stage with just his guitar. He played two fine numbers
of dark acoustic pop. His voice and the guitar were a perfect
accompaniment to each other.
Then the rest of the band showed up, and Satan's
Well, not really. As an acoustic show, this was a little lighter
and less guitar heavy than the last few Myssouri shows that
i have seen. In fact, Myssouri's new guitarist proved to be
quite talented when challenged with an acoustic setting.
It was a wonderful set -- Myssouri played songs from all throughout
their career, with special emphasis on slower numbers that would
translate better into an acoustic setting. The song selection
for this show really worked for me.
But it was wierd, sitting in a sports bar, drinking cheap beer,
watching baseball, and listening to acoustic goth rock. It all
just seemed surreal to me. I mean, the Braves won their game
during Hey John, and when there was extraordinary applause
as people stared at the TV, Michael Bradley said, "Did something
happen or did you really like the song?"
Myssouri also played several covers, ranging from Johnny Cash
to Leonard Cohen to Neil Diamond(!).
Eventually the show degenerated into the new guitarist and
Michael Bradley on stage trying to figure out older songs. They
were the only act that night, so there was no impetus for them
to get off the stage.
It was a really intimate show, and a lot of fun. Despite his
surly/mopey persona Michael Bradley does have a sense of humour.
After the last Myssouri show
and the terrible sound there, i needed a good show like
tonght to reaffirm my enjoyment of this band.