Träd, Gräs Och Stenar, Endless Boogie
2478 N Fletcher Dr
Los Angeles, CA, 90039
Doors 8:00 PM / Show 9:00 PM
This event is 21 and over
Träd, Gräs Och Stenar
It’s really pretty simple: Träd, Gräs och Stenar was – is, shall remain – the best band in the world. You can get with it and get on this train, or forever live in ignorance, up to you.
They were from Sweden, they were pioneers of DIY culture, they jammed with force and purpose for 40 minutes back when “legendary” SF groups or German kraut rock bands were still struggling to get out of the upper single digits with dignity; they traveled with organic food they grew themselves, and cooked for everyone they played to; they made their own instruments, amplifiers and PAs before there was such a thing as a PA; they released records themselves, y’know back when the Dead were still on a major label.
There was the occasional complex ingredient like a tremolo or fuzz pedal, but the way this band worked was incredibly simple: they’d show up, set up on some floor, or field, start up the generators, instruments, then begin to collectively tune themselves into the sphere we now know as TRANSCENDENTAL PSYCHEDELIC ROCK MUSIC. After that first meditative or explosive – or both – lengthy jam, they’d again take off, starting from a cover of Mighty Quinn or perhaps Last Time, or one of their own compositions, often influenced by ancient Swedish folk songs, and leave the melody behind after a few verses and travel to places lazy music journalists today call ‘beyond time and place’. It was a little like Ornette Coleman’s or The Velvet Underground’s live formula: you know the beginning and the end, but what exists between those two points is what makes life worth living: the magical improvised unknown.
The original band, consisting of founder Bo Anders Persson, the eternal rhythm section since the International Harvester days Torbjörn Abelli and Thomas Mera Gartz, and 'newcomer' Jakob Sjöholm (a member since 1971) toured the US in 2004 and 2005 and stunned the American underground intelligentsia into spells of euphoria and disbelief.
Since that time, both Thomas and Torbjörn have sadly left this planet, and Bo Anders has stopped performing music. The thriving current version of Träd, Gräs och Stenar features Jakob Sjöholm, Reine Fiske (of Dungen fame), and a crack rhythm section consisting of Sigge Krantz on bass and Hanna Österberg on drums. As someone who has witnessed both lineups of this band numerous times I am delighted to inform you that the force and soul of Träd, Gräs och Stenar is as alive as always, as ever.
Aaron Burr’s attempt to seize the Texas Territory for his own dominion has beguiled composers ‘n bands for ages. Allegedly Aaron Copeland’s ‘Appalachian Spring’ was originally entitled ‘Blennerhassett Spring’ til Martha Graham had a snit & threatened to tell his socialist pals he was active in the Lavender Mafia, the fuckin’ witch. But hey, it went on to win a Pulitzer Prize. Lowell George supposedly had a concept album in the can (aka, ‘Carolina Parakeet’) what was all about it, then Neon Park said he refused to draw a bird sportin Burr’s noggin, so George ended up makin ‘Thanks I’ll Eat It Here’ instead. Then died not long after. Now that’s just a damn shame! And so this fascinatin’ tale of (alleged) treasonous expansion would end up in limbo until Endless Boogie took up the quill & recorded this new, inspired masterpiece entitled, ‘Vibe Killer’. It’s like a history lesson plundered deep outta the archives of Straight/Bizarre.
Our story opens w/a jowly narrative enunciated by Top Dollar (as Aaron Burr) callin’ out all them sissy Dem-Rep blaggards, letting ’em know he’s on his own path. Naturally what follows is some tasty sun zoom riffage a’tween TD ‘n The Governor and the wiley Sweenhound, backed solidly by the Razo/Druzd rhythm union. In fact, through the whole of this opus, Druzd effortlessly marshals through the sonic undertow while Razo rudders his bass like a brilliant pulse in a spasmodic vortex. Top Dollar, the aforementioned Herr Sween & The Governor gnash, morph, crystallize while the jams flow; it’s ‘Mirror Man’ bum-rushin’ ‘Pretties For You’. Before ya know it, we’re at track 5 (‘Back In ’74’) where the plot ostensibly takes us to a memory’ve Burr enterin’ college, but is surreptitiously more about the year Top Dollar gave up on Grand Funk in favor of Josefus. You’re followin’ all of this, right? So as we amble into the ether of this brilliant opus, we can surmise by title 6 (‘Jefferson County’) the end is near. Burr (aka, Top Dollar) reflects on everything from Wilkinson’s betrayal to the excellent meals while in captivity at Fort Stodden, then suddenly, NO, it’s him, Top Dollar-with full Endless Boogie heft-soarin’ high above the hobo fires that flicker along the bank’ve the Ouachita River, drownin’ out forever the simperin’ harmonica bleats’ve tryranny. It’s almost enough to make you wanna smoke a ham. Friends & collectors, Endless Boogie have never not occupied the Catbird Seat. Winners gonna win, yo. They, like Aaron Burr himself, understand manifest destiny & no amount of port nor Madeira will take them down. Shit, might as well bring the sherry too. Who knows, maybe your mom’s a fan.
$12.00 - $15.00