AUSTIN--The place to be Friday: the Four Alarm Showcase at Gallery Lombardi.
It could have been the place to be because of Monkey Paw, a Chicago band that
plays sardonic, silly punk rock with aggro pop influence. Or perhaps it was
Bo Bud Greene, who played a set of unusually restrained rock while a man in a
giraffe mask eviscerated a giraffe-shaped piņata. Or it could have been
because of the Blank Theory, a metal-lite band (think Tool with a sense of
humor) fronted by the Four Alarm owners, brothers Nathan and Matthew Leone.
But the Four Alarm Showcase wasn't the place to be because of those bands.
They all played to virtually nobody. People did come out, however, for CMJ
darlings The Pinehurst Kids, a Portland band that has added a touch of fun to
the emo thing. And people stayed for the Chainsaw Kittens.
Or did they stay for the promised first gay wedding in Texas, between CK lead
singer Tyson Meade and international pop superstar Skip Handleman? Maybe
both, but people actually paid attention to the wedding. So much attention,
in fact, that the crowd showed more enthusiasm than I've seen here so far. As
Meade, in full bridal gown, made his way through the crowd, Handleman waited
onstage in a full navy suit.
Flanked--and given away--by the Leones, Monkey Paw bass player Ajay Gosain
donned a hippie smock and performed the service. It seemed real, minus small
changes like "I, Skip Handleman, take you to hold and to hump from this day
forward." But vows were exchanged, rings traded, hugs given (no kisses). As
the ceremony came to a close, the familiar sounds of "YMCA" burst over the
speaker, the crowd went nuts. Video cameras were everywhere, two people held
up cell phones so non-present friends could share in the glee.
You might think that the bizarre factor had been maxed at that point. But
you'd be wrong, since the wedding was followed by the Frogs, Milwaukee's
faux-folk duo that plays a schizophrenic mix of antigay and pro-homosexual
songs. Compared to the Frogs, a gay wedding is as normal as a straight
wedding. Even in Texas.