Where do you get your news from?
Some people get it from the boring old San Francisco Chronicle.
Other people get it from a youthful, spunky paper that delivers solid reporting with a touch of snarkiness, and an “alternative” view. That’s what SF Weekly is.
I worked as a freelance writer and photographer for them, covering music, entertainment, technology, politics… the whole gamut.
Okay Ryan, I’ll fess up: your show was indie-fabulous.
Out from under a silk sheet of piano and whispered vocals, Audrye Sessions’ drummer, Alex Feldman, popped the audience awake with a danceable boom, boom-tat, boom, boom-tat. Several girls in the front row rocked and sang and almost reached out for Audrye Sessions’ lead singer Ryan Karazija. Bassist Alicia Marie Campbell rolled in the basslines, guitarist Michael Knox sang out over the top with mountainous melodies, and stage right, a vilonist and cellist swept across it all with a harmony breeze.
Karazija whispered the first lines of the band’s set: “Look what you’ve started, so fess up, just fess up / Is this what you wanted, so fess up, just fess up.” Okay Ryan, I’ll fess up: your show was indie-fabulous.
It was a sold out show packed to the walls with zealous teens and fashionable twenty-somethings, all listening to a kind of pop that hangs like a museum painting. It was an interesting contrast to the Bottom of the Hill’s Toon Town interior: crooked mirrors and picture frames, checkerboard floors, and a bathroom wall so saturated with band stickers that it looked like a giant copy of the Sunday comics.
Pardon my 80’s rap lingo, but that girl is fly.
The bassist, Alicia Marie Campbell, garnered the attention of the male portion of the audience that night. Pardon my 80’s rap lingo, but that girl is fly. I interviewed several guys in the front row who reported that Alicia was totally checking them out. That, of course, is impossible because she was obviously checking me out.
The show marked the release of Audrye Sessions’ new album, Braille. The CD cover is made of paper and decorated with embossed braille-esque dots. I’m not sure if there were any blind people in the audience, and I don’t know what the artistic significance of the album’s title is, but the Blind Guys Association of America (BGAA) released this official statement: “Audrye Sessions rocks my face!”
At their best, Audrye Sessions’ tickles and jingles the body, making you want to simultaneously freak dance and snuggle with your teddy bear.
Occasionally, the band crawled back under those silky sheets of droning piano and amorphous melodies, just enough to throw a bit of sandman sand into the crowd. But just as your eyes began to sag, the band would kick back into a rocking anthem and crash into a splatter painting of guitars and stage lights. At their best, Audrye Sessions’ tickles and jingles the body, making you want to simultaneously freak dance and snuggle with your teddy bear.
Random Detail: After the show there was literally a line of guys waiting to meet bassist Alicia Marie Campbell. Whatever, she totally wanted me.
By The Way: You can pick up a copy of their new CD here. Also, they are playing the Wild 94.9 party on July 3rd at Kelly’s Missionrock.