So I got massive excited last month when I learned Nashville's
Faux Ferocious were playing
MOTR. First of all because, as I've mentioned previously, MOTR shows are always free - and free is what this blog is all about. Secondly, MOTR's got a fairly chill, relaxed vibe and the staff are friendly and awesome and most of the time the punters are not douchebags, which is a definite plus. It also is gets points for being only a few blocks from our house. Within staggering distance, so to speak. Not that we were, mind, but just saying.
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MOTR: A slice of Rock & Roll heaven |
The main reason for my excitement, of course, was the band itself. Their self-titled album was a favorite of mine last year and while not everyone's cuppa tea, they certainly push all the right buttons for me.
The hubs suffers my taste in music stoically, but not quite enough to be dragged to MOTR on a Saturday night, even it if was possibly the balmiest Saturday night in February I've ever witnessed in Ohio. Cheers, El Nino! You so cray, but we loves ya anyway.
My cohort in crime for the evening was Lauren, who is always up for adventure and is damned fun to be around. We wandered over to the bar at 10 p.m. and grabbed a couple of pints just as the opening act, Mark Zero and the Cavemanagers, took the stage. Honestly we were a bit unsure if dude was just up there noodling on his guitar or if the show had actually begun, eventually realizing that yes, there was also a drummer up there.
They were ... different. I'm not gonna knock them because heck, I'm too much of a wuss to get on stage and do what they did. I'll just say I bet I could clear the room quicker than they did, but not by much. That said, I found them delightful in an early-Half Japanese/Jad Fair sort of way, but when I mentioned that to Mark after the show he had no clue what I was on about. Dear MZ, school yourself on Half Jap. You and Jad have things to discuss.
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Mark Zero and the Cavemanagers |
A few songs in, Lauren and I went into MOTR's back room and got a table away from the band's line of sight so they wouldn't see us wincing. Just a teeny wee bit, but yeah. Their cover of the Shangri-La's
The Train From Kansas City had to be heard to be believed.
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Out of tune covers: These faces happen |
Anyway, while we were sat there the Faux crew were drifting about and it must have been guitarist Jonathan Phillips and drummer Reid Cummings' lucky night because they found a twenty dollar bill on the floor, just lying there ripe for the taking, which they did. But not before being complete Tennessee gentlemen by showing it to us and asking if we'd dropped it. And we were honest enough not to lie.
It could have been such a beautiful friendship.
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Faux Ferocious in the house |
Except they did an hour long set and failed to play "What I Become," which is a fantastic tune and probably my favorite of all their songs. When the set ended I assumed they were going to take a break and come back. Then I saw bassist Dylan Palmer packing up his gear - not putting the guitar on a stand but back into its carry case - so I went up and asked if they were doing a second set and he laughed at me and said, "Uh, no." When I pointed out they hadn't played "What I Become" he was somewhat taken aback (and possibly impressed, but maybe not) and said, "Aw man, we were just gonna play that!" Which was a lie, because if they were gonna play it, they would have played it. So I gestured toward the stage and told him to get his arse back up there and play it, but he wouldn't.
Friendship over.
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It could have been such a beautiful friendship |
As we left the bar we ran into blistering guitar god Jonathan outside and I gave him shit about not playing the song, and he laughed until I called him a bad name, to which he said "F*** you" to me (not very Tennessee gentlemanly, really) and then we laughed some more and I told him it was their best song and as we were walking away he called out, "I promise we'll play it next time!" and I told him there may not be a next time.
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Tennessee gentleman. Blistering guitar god. Promise keeper? |
But we all know there will be.
Because they are awesome. It's what they've become.
MOTR is open seven days a week.
Always 21+.
Always free!