Talk about chemistry; the interplay between John Croslin's deadpan growl and Kim Longacre's angelic harmonies sounded like a merger between the Velvet underground and the Mamas and the Papas. Bassist Cindy Toth, so shy offstage, would lose herself in the rhythms, while Garrett Williams, more musician than drummer (though he could smack the skins with the hardest of rockers), pulsed in tune with Croslin's muscular guitar. This was a dynamic band of four individuals — two men and two women — who melted together in song.Corky also tells the story of the last night of the Continental Club, something I've been struggling to put to words. It was an epic night. Although I missed chunks of the show after a friend got tossed for barfing on the dance floor (unrelated, I am sure, to the "We Merve Sinors" sign over the entrance), I was able to talk my way back in the back door to see some of the Zeitgeist show. Delerium was the order of the day, as it often was during packed Zeitgeist shows. I pushed back up to the front, and just floated wherever the crowd allowed. So long as I never got too far from Kim Longacre.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Reivers Reunion Part III
Michael Corcoran captures the zeitgeist of the Reivers, c. 1985 in a column Friday:
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Although I missed chunks of the show after a friend got tossed for barfing on the dance floor
Now what sort of a person would vomit in a club and get his friend tossed out as a result?
I had to go with to hold his hair (a clue as to the unnamed hurler). . .
And here I was thinking you were going to compliment the turn of phrase.
I'm deeply embarrassed to say that I totally missed the clever pun.
The thing I remember, for whatever odd reason, is that the reason you had to talk your way back in was that the hand-stamp you'd been given for re-entry had sweated off.
It was, after all, late August, and by far the most crowded night the Continental had ever seen....
What I remember was the whole thing feeling like some otherworldly alien dream sequence. I'd just completed a 7-day drive from Alaska two days prior, after spending four months there in relative isolation from everything I held dear. Just the reality of being back in Austin was overwhelming...and then suddenly I was in a 300-capacity room with about 500 of my closest friends and all of my favorite bands onstage. It was a surreal experience, but a good one, if bittersweet since it was the last night of the Continental.
I'd actually cut my stay in Anchorage short by a week, and also managed to drive in 7 days what had been a 9-day drive on the way up -- solely to be there in time for the show. That little detail made it into a song which resulted from the journey, via the following lyric:
"I'd cross the Great Divide for Continental's closing time."
(and it was well worth it.)
Hey, you can catch a sneak preview of the Reivers at 2 pm Texas time Thursday on KUT.
Link for more info:
http://www.kut.org/items/show/11486
Excellent recall Peter! I still don't know how I got back in. It was Patrice at the backdoor, and it took some serious begging.
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