That French Red Rooster Goes Rural Rock Punk - By N.L. Belardes
I had been emailing Glenn Anderson for some time. He keeps me up to date on happenings at the Rooster, and I provide him entertaining blogs that keep him from falling asleep at his desk during the day. So I finally just had to see what was going on at the old Hush Puppy--le Red Rooster! I forget the French name... La Carouge Rouge or something catchy like that.
I popped into the Red Rooster last night after seeing Bo Diddley out at CSUB just to do a quick run-through of the place. OK, so just like the Filthies cover song by, Dramarama, I was avoiding a little dramarama of my own, so unfortunately I had to boogie on out and down to Wendy's for a burger. However, at the Rooster, I don't have to say how packed it was. Just read JR's piece on last night's festivities. He stayed for all the bands, and really dug Empath. Of course he liked the Filthies. That goes without saying. He and I are both big fans of Captain Kenny Filthypants. Sorry Kenny, I still crack up over what the Queen of the Downtown Fur wrote about being at the Cherry Bar with the Filthies in San Francisco when the Filthies played there in March.
I have to admit I had been hearing the Red Rooster was packing them in but was surprised to see so many people milling about outside and cramming the bar inside. The Filthies were already tearing down the house with their rural rock punk anthems when I got in the door. I saw Shantell of Three Chord Whore, said hello to a few other folks, but did dog out before saying hello to Hawaiian travelled Matildakay and Flower in the Dale. Of course I snapped a few quick photos and did notice there was a rather cool zebra-striped stage, though I was expecting it to look more feathery, ala Foghorn Leghorn's tail feathers; just a tad more plush.
I just got off the phone with Kenny Mount. "Did you know they had a local book section at Russo's? You should sell your books there."
"I'm going to sell my books at every bookstore in town."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah man."
And then we talked about last night. "We had to cut a few songs short. There were a few people getting too rowdy. We didn't play Malissa's Song."
I wondered if Malissa would kick tail for not hearing Kenny's love ballad to her.
"There was some blood; a few fights..."
It's punk rock. But then, no one needs too many fisticuffs. I feel bad for missing the good stuff... punk rock, fights, red roosters and zebra stripes. And Glenn is as friendly as they come... I look forward to going out to the Red Rooster on a regular basis...
I popped into the Red Rooster last night after seeing Bo Diddley out at CSUB just to do a quick run-through of the place. OK, so just like the Filthies cover song by, Dramarama, I was avoiding a little dramarama of my own, so unfortunately I had to boogie on out and down to Wendy's for a burger. However, at the Rooster, I don't have to say how packed it was. Just read JR's piece on last night's festivities. He stayed for all the bands, and really dug Empath. Of course he liked the Filthies. That goes without saying. He and I are both big fans of Captain Kenny Filthypants. Sorry Kenny, I still crack up over what the Queen of the Downtown Fur wrote about being at the Cherry Bar with the Filthies in San Francisco when the Filthies played there in March.
I have to admit I had been hearing the Red Rooster was packing them in but was surprised to see so many people milling about outside and cramming the bar inside. The Filthies were already tearing down the house with their rural rock punk anthems when I got in the door. I saw Shantell of Three Chord Whore, said hello to a few other folks, but did dog out before saying hello to Hawaiian travelled Matildakay and Flower in the Dale. Of course I snapped a few quick photos and did notice there was a rather cool zebra-striped stage, though I was expecting it to look more feathery, ala Foghorn Leghorn's tail feathers; just a tad more plush.
I just got off the phone with Kenny Mount. "Did you know they had a local book section at Russo's? You should sell your books there."
"I'm going to sell my books at every bookstore in town."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah man."
And then we talked about last night. "We had to cut a few songs short. There were a few people getting too rowdy. We didn't play Malissa's Song."
I wondered if Malissa would kick tail for not hearing Kenny's love ballad to her.
"There was some blood; a few fights..."
It's punk rock. But then, no one needs too many fisticuffs. I feel bad for missing the good stuff... punk rock, fights, red roosters and zebra stripes. And Glenn is as friendly as they come... I look forward to going out to the Red Rooster on a regular basis...
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Saturday, August 20, 2005.
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