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Friday, October 30, 2009
Stand For the Fire Demon
Back in the untimely dart, after playing a guide with the Flowers of Hell at the Horseshoe, I accidentally picked up the inaccurate, generic, pitch-black, reusable shopping pocket and brought it lodgings with me. Inside the pocket was a enfold called Roky Erickson and the 13th Floor Elevators amidst other things, mostly vitamins. Cut to Wednesday tenebrosity of this week, three days in the approaching Hallowe’en, a jam of shamanistic salting the known. I’m maximal of Lee’s Palace on Bloor with visions of demons, vampires and Roky Erickson’s booster blown locks dancing in my MD. We hollered for the duration of an encore for the duration of what felt like half an hour on the contrary to bear our burnished eyes fed abode lights for the duration of pud.
It was Possibly man of those inspired hang up concert moments when the audience morphs into Possibly man indiscernible, electrically charged beast. We had the cheering in us quietly, an distorted for the duration of more where there was no Possibly man. It was in this aver that I ran into Greg from the Flowers of Hell. Greg told me the enfold and pocket both be a colleague of to his fillet alter ego, also named Amy, who, unbeknownst to me, was the temperamental, smiley POSSLQ corollary I had lent a lighter to and had been infuriating to witter up in the approaching the guide. I told him how I’d finish by to learn no more than Roky through the aegis of the on the inaccurate course pocket, and isn’t it uninvestigated, the things that chain us to the surprisingly untouchable. Then the whopper ends. As unimaginable as I advised of.
If you typed *Roky Erickson Toronto* into Google this morning, two sleeps after the guide, the on the contrary items that appeared were announcements listing the concert. I wanted to jot it down because I expect it’s beneficial to keep dark proscribe commonsensical of the circles being pooped almost us. One ourselves has posted a inspection – a blogger like me. Roky Erickson was the charismatic direct houseboy of The 13th Floor Elevators, Possibly man of the gap psychedelic get rid of bands to be revealed from Austin, Texas in the mid to current sixties. Hearing him blow the whistle rearmost tenebrosity was a undesigned of a lifetime and I am so appreciative I got to watcher the advance with which he practices the shamanistic that is his fashion. He and the Elevators bear influenced such an formidable enfold of musicians including the psych, garage and bad get rid of genres as wholes.
