Back in the day, and by 'day' I mean mid '90s, the frontwomen of cheeky Japanese electro punks Cibo Matto showed their new bassist (and multi-instrumentalist/producer Yuka Honda’s eventual boyfriend) Sean Lennon the ropes of the modern rock life.
“I learned a lot of things on the road with Cibo Matto,” Lennon said suggestively onstage the other night.
“The best thing at gas stations is when they have local crafty stuff.
We also enjoy truck stop fashion --Lizzy the airbrushed wild wolves art scene/trend has not changed since the mid '90s.” Based on the sounds and sights of this evening’s event, nothing at all has changed since the those days.
As I entered the Bowery’s downstairs bar, I ran smack into Muhl (who was, oh, 11 in 1998) in a giant sunhat with a feather in it, her mouth painted a very '90s inky-berry color.
She was dashing around, greeting people with air kisses, preparing to go onstage.
The bar downstairs was packed with people who looked like extras from : girls with ample back tattoos wearing frumpy calf-length skirts, docs, and tiny tank tops, boys in skateboarder clothes, a few heads of hennaed hair, a multitude of backpacks (did everyone rollerblade here)?
Upstairs, as Air’s played on the stereo, Ghost Of a Sabre Tooth Tiger took the stage.
I’ve always been impressed by Lennon’s songwriting (dude knows what he’s doing) but at the same time never cared about any of his songs, if that makes sense.
They always seemed a little sentimentally bohemian, but something has changed.
The band is working on a new album and the new songs have an epic stoner jam band vibe that’s oddly mesmerizing.