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Gonerfest 18: Thursday

It was all a bit dream-like, filtering into the Railgarten compound on a bright, balmy afternoon, seeing many friends for the first time since lockdown, faces half-covered as if convening some mad masquerade ball. Later that night, Miss Pussycat would proclaim “This is so weird!” from the stage, as she gazed out at the crowd, and she spoke for all of us. And yet, it was reassuringly familiar as well.

Many had begun their day to the sounds of DJ Matt Uhlman, co-founder of the Royal Pendletons and New Orleans’ Mod Dance Party events, who had set up shop at the Central Station Hotel. That veritable temple of vinyl was an apt setting for folks to receive their complimentary Gonerfest 18 EP, featuring tracks from Reigning Sound, Aquarian Blood, Archaeas and Silver Synthetic.

Gonerfest 18 EP (photo by Alex Greene)

As the beginnings of a crowd gathered at Railgarten and the opening ceremonies marked the festival’s start, Alicja Trout assembled the Alicja Pop band for a quick line check and Boom!, it was on.

Alicja Pop (photo by Chris McCoy)

The first surprise of the day was the guitar-heavy sound of this new Alicja Pop iteration, with Andrew Geraci on bass, Lori McStay on drums and Jared McStay on guitar. Trout stuck to guitar as well, leading the band through a batch of songs sans keyboards. The heavier vibes were more reminiscent of past Trout projects like River City Tanlines or even the Lost Sounds. Quite an appropriate start to Gonerfest.

DJ Jared Boydy’s interlude music during band tear down and set up set a seriously funky, Stax-y mood that played like a grand welcome to Memphis for all weary travelers. The next act, Rocket 808, was a unique palette cleanser, John Schooley III’s solo wailing guitar and vocals over classic drum machine beats. As the Goner guide puts it, “Link Wray meets Suicide madness,” from an artist whose record was Goner’s sixth release way back in 1996.

Next was Smirk from San Francisco, who took the evening up a notch with propulsive beats and restless guitar interplay cut with intriguing vocals, akin to the more rock ‘n’ roll side of the Fall, yet more singable. “Very drinkable,” as Goner co-owner Eric Friedl quipped about the dedicated Gonerbrau by Memphis Made, a “chuggable ale” that was quaffing thirst right and left. It paired well with the convivial-yet-cautious mood that prevailed as the crowd filled out and evening descended.

Throughout the proceedings, nimble-footed elves armed with Sony Handycams flitted on the perimeters of all the action, capturing every move for the well-coordinated live-stream, Goner’s concession to the continued need for socially distanced alternatives. A makeshift command center ensured that the best shots were compiled seamlessly into the online presentation.

The Goner “Stream Team” (photo by Chris McCoy)

Night was upon us, announced by the pounding drums of Detroit’s Human Eye, the latest project from Timmy Vulgar. The outlandish power of the drums was soon matched blow for blow by Vulgar’s guitar stylings, at times locking in with the rhythm in punk-metal riffage, then descending into more freestyle noise bursts. Listeners might have thought a boxcar behind the stage was screeching and careening off the rails, but no, that was Vulgar’s guitar, culminating with blasts of actual fireworks in the final throes of the sonic chaos.

Human Eye (photo by Laura Jean Hocking)
Human Eye (photo by Laura Jean Hocking)

And then, suddenly, the night reached its denouement, as Quintron and Miss Pussycat took the stage with their full band. Given the minimalism of past Quintron/Miss P shows, this was a revelation. A guitar and drums rhythm section augmented Quintron’s canned beats and scratchy organ, with extra freaky, funky texture brought by none other than Goner recording star BÊNNÍ, clad in chain mail, who nonchalantly manned a vocoder. A fellow dancer joined Miss Pussycat’s trademark dance moves, as did the entire audience. The danceability of this Q/P project is greater than ever, with BÊNNÍ’s vocoder either adding bassy funk figures or eerie, swamp-soaked drones. Quintron, for his part, supplemented his grinding organ with licks from a lap steel set atop his keyboard, not to mention his own vocoder in the final number, in tandem with BÊNNÍ’s.

Quintron and Miss Pussycat with full band (photo by Alex Greene)

At one point, Quintron exhorted the audience to consider his electronics. “Please don’t throw ice on the keyboards! Throw your ice at the guitarist! They don’t care what you throw at them. Throw anything on the singers, they love it. Pee on ’em if you want! Just don’t throw ice on the keyboards!”

Together, Quintron and Miss Pussycat swapped vocals, with catchy choruses like “My name is Jesus Christ, and I’m an alcoholic!”, “What do you do??”, “It’s gonna be all right!!” and “If I was you, I’d hate me too!” The audience was revved up, cheering wildly at the close of each song, and so all eyes were on Goner’s Zac Ives when he stepped up to consult with Quintron mid-set. Listening seriously to Ives, Quintron then turned to the crowd and proclaimed, “We can keep going! We didn’t even know it was a possibility that we could not keep going, but we’re just so excited now to learn that we really can keep going!”

Solo pre-puppet show music was provided by Quintron (photo by Alex Greene)

And even when they’d played their last number, they kept going. While Miss Pussycat prepped her puppets, Quintron played exquisitely lush lounge music. Then the puppet proscenium was presented, and the audience dutifully gathered around it, sitting in semi-circles on the ground like kindergartners.

The evening’s puppet show, a regular feature of Miss P’s for years, was perhaps her best yet, including finely crafted figures of a squarish werewolf and two baby maracas, who grew into a fully dressed and wigged dancing team that took the stage with aplomb. Quintron, for his part, participated in the puppetry as well, which also featured his pre-recorded incidental music.

Miss Pussycat addresses the crowd (photo by Alex Greene)

As the puppetry began, Miss Pussycat spoke warmly to the crowd gathered on the ground before her, offering heartfelt thanks. “Thank you so much! We’ve all been clamped down in New Orleans for the past year and a half,” she reflected, expressing amazement that we could be gathered at all. Indeed, it seemed a minor miracle, and all souls filtered out of the venue that night with rather dazed, happy faces, emerging from a collective dream.

Quintron, master of puppets (photo by Chris McCoy)

Visit Gonerfest.com for details on the continuing festivities today, Saturday and Sunday.

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Europa My Mirror: Quintron’s Tales From the Road

Quintron, arguably the best one-name performer since Prince or Cher, is no stranger to Memphis. Due to his indefatigable touring, he’s actually acquainted with much of the world, but he has a special affinity with Memphis’ indie spirit, typified by his organ work on albums by the Oblivions and his own releases on Goner Records.

And by “indie spirit,” I don’t mean “indie” in the generic alt-rock sense, but an imagination that follows its own muse, conventions be damned. One could guess as much by his unpredictable songs, his one-man-band approach, his self-made Drum Buddy (an analog rhythm machine), and the puppet shows staged by his colleague and partner, Miss Pussycat, during his performances.

Now, with Europa My Mirror, a book just released by Goner, he’s also an author. Ostensibly a chronicle of Quintron’s last European tour, it exudes the sweat and stink that all road-hog troubadours know well. Indeed, it should be required reading for any aspiring beat monkey bedazzled by the possibilities of a song, some gear, and a tank full of gas.

But Quintron takes it far beyond any swaggering account of leather-clad riff mongering, peppering his tale with philosophical asides, wry humor, and a sharp eye for character. His wide-ranging approach avoids pretentiousness by keeping it conversational. And therein lies the charm of Europa My Mirror.

The narrative is conversational but not rambling, clocking in at just over 100 pages, including amusing illustrations by Miss Pussycat.

“I like the idea of writing a book in public, the way you do a show, in real time,” Quintron told me. Indeed, many fans first read these writings as posts on social media as the tour unfolded, and it’s not for nothing that the last words of the book are “Sent from my iPhone.” But Quintron does cop to a good bit of editing and rewriting. “It’s mostly been tightened and expanded on from the original journals. It’s just fleshed out, with the removal of some bad-habit Americanisms.”

Unlike with many rock memoirs, there is plenty of bigger-picture stuff, as in his description of Terrier, a Madrid band he loved: “Like all great bands, the real power is in the musicians’ eyes and body language, and of course, the tone of each sound, fitting together with the others to form perfect little air-puzzles.”

Quintron is equally thoughtful about the cultures he samples. Considering the ubiquity of McDonald’s, he notes that “Even the smallest European village might have a butcher shop. Unpasteurized handmade cheese is literally everywhere, and if you want fresh fish, you go to the fishmonger and not to the gas station freezer.”

He and his sound guy go to a Golden Arches near Lisbon to study the local particulars by way of the familiar. It’s part of the spirit of inquiry Quintron brings to being a stranger in a strange land. Even being refused entry into a “big gay disco” in Berlin can jump start his musings.

And this is where the “mirror” comes in. For though he revels in the alternative universe that Europe can offer, Quintron seizes the opportunity to reflect on our own cultural biases. “It really does serve as this sharp-focus mirror. You don’t realize what it means to be an American or what America means when you’re swimming in it, when you’re drowning in it. But when you’re removed and you’re surrounded by something else, it comes into focus.”

Ultimately, though, Quintron doesn’t romanticize the Old World. “I don’t know if I could truly be an expatriot,” he says. “Maybe I’m wrong, but artistically I feel like I have to be close to the ground I came from to produce honestly. I don’t know if I could move someplace else and have anything to say. But plenty of people did. I should try it. Maybe if things keep going down the toilet, we’ll all try it.”

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Quintron and Nots at the Hi-Tone

New Orleans native Quintron and his partner in crime Miss Pussycat will return to Memphis this Thursday night for a performance at the Hi-Tone. Quintron’s latest album, Spell Caster II (Death in Space), makes use of the Weather Warlock, a 7-foot tall instrument he created that uses sunlight, rainfall, wind speed, and temperature to produce a constant chordal drone. The instrument can only be used at sunrise and sunset, and Quintron will be playing the Weather Warlock at the Brooks Museum on Wednesday, June 10th, at 7 p.m. Locals True Sons of Thunder will also perform, marking one of their only local shows of the year.

I’ve written about Quintron in this space before, but the artist who’s been celebrated by the New Orleans Museum of Art and the HBO show Treme keeps on adding noteworthy chapters to his story. Quintron recently opened up to The Guardian about dealing with a life-threatening disease, saying that the diagnosis of stage-four lymphoma he received in 2013 led to the creation of the Weather Warlock. Since then, he’s taken the Warlock to both sides of the United States, playing the instrument with musicians ranging from Don Bolles to Steve Shelley.

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Thursday night marks the end of an extensive West Coast tour for Nots and Quintron, a trip that took them all the way up the California coast before traveling back to Memphis. Nots are preparing to release a new single on Goner Records, and the A-side, “Virgin Mary,” premiered on Pitchfork last month. The record was pressed at Memphis Record Pressing and recorded in Memphis, making Nots one of the first local bands to execute the “practice space to pressing plant” mentality. Opening the show is a new band called Universal Lingo, a dark-wave project of Cities Aviv collaborator Quinton-JeVon Lee.