Scenes from Copenhagen nightlife + Lucky Dragons

Posted on February 6, 2009


It is late on a Wednesday, and my friend Wesley and I are in a bar, the third of the night and also the swankiest. We are drunk and Wesley is talking about punk rockers now-a-days, with the wisdom a punk gains on having reached the ripe old age of thirty-two.

“I fucking shit loaded a bunch of speed and called a bunch of people faggots and started a riot! Where were you?” he says, before turning to sip at the straw of his Cantaloupe Mojito.

Earlier in the same night, Wesley’s middle-aged, former coworker from the Dubliner, one of the many rowdy Irish pubs in the hagen, criticized something as resembling “a fuckin Jack Kerouac movie!” I must have let my journalistic poker face down, because within two minutes he was telling Wesley to slap me.

I have to run, but more to come.
oh, incidentally, last night I saw a band called Lucky Dragons, and let me just say, holy shit! It’s on the experimental, art-school electronics tip, but the thing about this band is you have to see them live, because what he does (it’s just one dude, or it was last night anyway) is TURN THE AUDIENCE INTO A SYNTHESIZER. I’ve heard he used to do it with a blanket strung through with cables, but now he has four cables protruding from a sort of theremin-like instrument that looks homemade. At the end of the set, after some more mellow audience participation and during a loud drone, he hands them to people in the audience, gently showing each person how to grasp the live end in their hand and touch the other cable-holders. As the people with the cables touch one another, because the current is running through both of their bodies, the sound of the drone CHANGES. By daisy-chaining hands, as long as the starting and ending points are the people with the cables (which were passed around generously), an infinite number of people can be part of the synth. Hearing it described sounds cool, but to experience it is really unreal. To play another human beings skin (a strangers no less!) like a musical instrument brings on the kind of bizarre elation you can’t really imagine unless you’ve experienced it. The strangeness brings you back to a childlike feeling of play, as you clasp and unclasp hands with people you’ve never spoken to and probably never will, and make the room shake. Highly, highly recommended.

At this show I also watched a 40-something japanese man in a winter coat w/hood and lime green tights ripped at the thighs dance and jump in circles muttering into a microphone in time with some off-kilter electronica. It was fucking sweet. US Girls was good too. Good show all around.

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