Rock Gods #62: Adventures in Our Little Music Scene

Tik-tok has changed. It began, and thrived for a time, as a mechanically inclined dance beat machine with better than average vocals and vocabulary. The new tik-tok recordings, however, are ghost and slick and ornamental. It’s hard to get get into them, they’re so ghost.
But help may be on the way. We hear a record label has asked Tik-Tok to remix and remaster the tracks, and all have agreed that another local techno-charged band of note, The Wheelers are the ones for the job. We never know what exactly to do with information like this, since if it all falls apart on the rocks, nobody in either camp is likely to let us know. But we’ll keep an ear to the ground, and stay hopeful that others will eventually hear these songs besides us and a few sleep-deprived studio cave-dwellers.

Happy hour featurettes at the Bullfinch: Langwidere, followed by Billina. A strange pair. Let’s hope Langwidere has her head on straight (inside joke) and that Billina does that blues song where she cackles like a chicken. At the same time, if she doesn’t, she’ll probably be right not to. Nobody can read a crowd like Billina. She can look at the faces around her and decide the perfect set list on the spot. Just magical.

Hamilton’s has just got DJs tonight. Hope that doesn’t become a trend, though they happen to be good ones: The Oz Bros., TW and SC. Hey, why weren’t THEY considered for the Tik-Tok remixes?… D’ollaire’s is dark all the way until Thursday. Renovations, or inventory, or payback for that recent raid where underage drinkers were found—can’t remember which it is this time…