As with most warehouse art spots, the Meow Wolf art gallery in Santa Fe has a decidedly D.I.Y. aesthetic and flair for the experimental.
We played the closing night of a large, wild art instillation created by about 14 artists, but we opened up the show to a smattering of folks. The rest were outside chatting and smoking, so as Bomb Threat and Dr. Genius started reciting a nasty note they once got on their windshield I put down my bass, went outside and announced that we drove from LA to play here, that they should come in and see this one song. If they didn’t like it they could come back outside and continue chatting and smoking.
It worked. At that point we had a crowd, and that crowd got a taste of legend, including a bass power slide, pyrotechnics (well, a sparkler) and a scene from Back To The Future.
We also played with a noise band. They were nice guys with good gear, but having played in a noise band I totally understand that it’s way more fun to create noise than listen to it being created. I’m all for the backlash against the mundane, but I guess more in concept than in practice. They did get into a few grooves, but my brain wasn’t intoxicated enough to be emotionally committed to their set.
And then commenced the dance party.