Portastatic! Hobart!

Last night was the Portastatic and Camera Obscura show. As it turns out, T-Money wasn't feeling well, at all. So I had an extra ticket and called up th' homie Hobart, of HOBART fame. (BTW, Hobart #7 is at the printers and will be getting sent out soon, so get yo' copy. It's the ART issue. so it's full of, ART. and words).

Hobart didn't know a thing about the whole Mac/Portastatic/Superchunk thang, so he had to listen patiently while I ran circles around him in my enthusiasm.

The show was great - Just Mac and Margaret. And they started low key, but by the end - it was gripping. The best part was when Margaret picked up the tiny keyboard for "___" (oh, heck i can't remember the title, I'll post it later) and played some mighty lonesome casio-tone. {see below}

By San Andreas, and I wanna Know Girls - I was sweating and wishing the set were twice as long.

Camera Obscure was solid. I admit, on the slower numbers i was feeling how late it was, but they had a string of about 3 uptempo numbers, and the lead singer was rocking this big epiphone ES-335 looking guitar through a blues driver and a fender twin, and it was this propulsive Velvet Underground/meets ballsy twee-pop/50's dance hall that really was rocking. and by rocking i mean, lets all dance cause there's nothing you can do but dance. The photos of the Camera Obscure set didn't come out at all. I suspect there is a hint of irony in that somewhere.

Photos are below:

Mac and Margaret gettin' into it, y'know (in my best R.L. Burnside voice)

Margaret soothing us all with the Casio-tone. (the Ninja Turtle sweatshirt guy may or may not have been painfully alone)
It does not get any more hardcore awesome than this.

Night Night Hobart. Let Chewie howl you a lullaby