White Fence: To The Boy I Jumped in Hemlock Alley

A couple of years ago, I went to a White Fence show for New Year’s Eve. They were in the middle of the bill. At the end of the show my friends and I agreed, that while the headliners were good, we would have been happy to listen to Tim Presley and friends noodle around on their guitars all night long. He is truly the king of gloriously weird psychedelia.

Here is To the Boy I Jumped in Hemlock Alley, from Cyclops Reap, White Fence’s most recent record:

You can listen to the rest here.


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2012: A Year In Pictures: Dec. 2011- March 2012

A series of highlights, as well as a chronological accounting.

At the beginning: shows I went to after I had completed last year’s year-end roundup but before the end of the year.

Naked Fiction, Bottom of the Hill, San Francisco, CA, Dec. 30, 2011
we are the Last Men On Earth, Bottom of the Hill, San Francisco, Dec. 30, 2011
Pollux, Bottom of the Hill, San Francisco, Dec. 30, 2011
Wounded Lion, Brick & Mortar, San Francisco, CA, Dec. 31, 2011
White Fence, Brick & Mortar, San Francisco, CA, Dec. 31, 2011
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An Evening At: The Smell, Los Angeles, with Crazy Band, The Audacity, and White Fence

A couple of weeks ago I went to Los Angeles on vacation. On my last Saturday night in town, I went out to The Smell  in downtown LA, to hear Crazy Band, The Audacity, and White Fence. Ty Segall was also playing, but as you will see I didn’t stay for their whole set, so the most I can tell you about them was that my note-to-self was “Interesting, investigate further at another time.”

But let us start at the beginning, with Crazy Band:


They are a punk band, and they are mostly girls. The lone exception is their drummer, who sadly didn’t make it into any of my pictures. I didn’t know anything about them when I arrived, so I had no idea what to expect. Here is what I got: music that was definitely all punk and no pop, in which I detected echoes of the X-Ray Specs (here’s 39 second example) and a set that was carefully controlled chaos, as band members passed the mic between songs and the kids around me moshed amid flying pieces of crumpled magazine pages … Continue reading