May 13, 2009
Last night was no exception.
Girls dominated the bands
at T.T. The Bear's Place last night with local openers Aloud, Minneapolis-based
Sick of Sarah, and Von Iva from San Fransisco. I had two of my show-going
buddies along side me, Joe and Lindsay, and after hitting up The Field
for a drink, we made our way to the venue where we promptly bumped into
BBC's very own Mike and Sophia.
Pound-your-foot pop rock Aloud kicked off the show with Jen de la Osa and Henry Beguiristain trading powerhouse vocals as the hometown heroes. I have to admit that all attention seemed drawn to de la Osa as she confidently (and yet without ego) formed her pout into an O and wailed like Fiona Apple into the microphone. And she played guitar and piano. Girl crush? You betchya.
Beguiristan was also found
on guitar and keys. Of him, Lindsay commented that he, "look[ed]
like Jared Leto from My So Called Life. If this were the '90s, I'd want
to jump his bones." His voice, coupled with de la Osa's, proved
for a near flawless harmony. They played together with obvious ease,
with the understanding of two musicians who have known one another a
very long time. Aloud's songs are sometimes rock and roll, sometimes
bluesy and soulful, and other times very nearly new wave. The credit
comes from the way in which they comfortably play each song.
Sick of Sarah are five good
looking rocker chicks (side note: how the heck did they look so great
when they're on tour??) that are infectiously talented, complete with
headbanging. Vocalist Abisha Uhi easily works the stage and has that
poppy, radio-ready voice - it's the kind that you don't mind setting
on repeat so you can sing along to every song the next time you see
"This is like the Wake Up music I need in the morning on the T," Lindsay said during their set. "It's a little F**k You, but Good."
And of Farmer's guitar playing, Joe firmly declared that, "She is an American bad ass. The new American bad ass." If SOS put on a tour with Brooklyn's Boyskout, Joe commented, it would near perfection.
And the crowd was really
beginning to move and shake for SOS - a great warm up for Von Iva.
Do I need to say it? Girl crush.
Jillian Iva found herself comfortable in the venue, demanding shots for drummer Kelly Harris' birthday, slapping high fives with members of the crowd, resting a spiked heel on the shoulders of men in the audience, crying out in between songs things like, "I said spread the message, not your legs, bitch."
These ladies were carnal, hot, were the catalyst for a dance party as soon as they started to play. While the assumption might be that the bare basics as far as instruments go would cause the music to be bare and basic, too, Becky Kupersmith's keys and Harris' driving dance beats could influence the limpest of limbs to flare and fire and dance.
It was an evening full of
talented chicks. I can only hope for a time in the scene in which this
isn't a novel event, but rather the norm.