After watching a fun Noise performance where a guy used mic'd hair clippers and pedals to get a nice squall going and a sweetly spacious set from David Leikam's new trio, Feral Luggage rearranged the back lines a bit and began ours. As has been the case, it's really fun and inspiring to play in tandem with Patrick Telesfore, Jr. He brings all kinds of energy to our sets, and this night was no exception. We got off on three pieces for a nice 45 minutes of Null Wave, with everyone going full bore into them. I recall looking over at Mika as he savaged his guitar strings while giving off this nice glare. Eli Pontecorvo held the drums together with his bass, and Kersti's sax flew atop it all. It was a blast to me, but I'm not exactly sure if it moved the people who were in attendance. Indeed, I saw a few people stealthily walk out while we jammed. Ah, well, I guess it ain't for everyone, as usual.
After we played, one audience member suggested that we go back to the Big Band model, where everyone keeps their own time while one person solos, but, hey, it's 2019 and that's not how Feral Luggage rolls.
As I walked to my car in the cool night air of Sunnyvale, it felt as though the entire evening had been one strange hallucination.
Below: sweet little back line kit, courtesy of Patrick's Place; Feral Luggage seem to be not imagined