Quantum Spine: Sound Parade!!!

I’ve pressed my suit jacket, sheathed my liquor in it’s protective brown paper sack, and purchased, from the deli down the street, a handful of their finest honey cigars, but before I head off into the night to meet 2006 face-to-face, I want to make sure you all will know what to do when you awake in the late afternoon, wondering what to do with yourselves now that the cycle has begun all over again…

QUANTUM SPINE: SOUND PARADE (ft. The New Planet Collective)!!!

TUESDAY, January 3rd, 2006
9:00
$5

The transit strike may have stopped most of our local city musicians from showing up at Bubby’s Lounge two weeks ago, but Dandelion Fiction and his Philly music crew came through, keeping people banging on the tables, slapping saws, blowing handmade whistles, and dancing like monkeys until they riot late into the night. Reconnaissance complete, Daniel Fiskin (daxophone player of Dandelion Fiction) is bringing back his whole collective in a Philadephia clown car, packed with more music from the other side:

1. Dandelion Fiction (On daxophone and pencilina… w/ special guest David Fishkin on electric tenor saxophone…)
2. Wrinkle (Infamous noise/folk collective reunion… They will make you FEEL.)
3. Creation Boom Squad (Ted puts on a mask and channels snakes, arias, and DJ culture…)
4. Mortgage America (expect weird things from this kalimba playing Michael…)
5. The Corndawg (philly style acoustic rock)

Expect noisy experimentals, bizarre rock, mess ensembles, turntablists, primal folk, OR sea-faring songstresses! Print out the attached map! Make the journey!

…and to everyone who came out for MUGWUMP last Thursday, thanks for making it a crazy show! Bubby’s Lounge was honored to host annual sneak attack appearance of these talented musicians. They almost literally brought down the house for a crazy, non-stop night of funk, dancing, and freaking out. May the celebration continue throughout the holidays!

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We dream of un-confiscated forties, shit-cheap liquor off a plywood bar, smoking inside, bands in the backyard, in the basement, in the bathtub. Out of necessity, we do shows at venues that are pretty lenient by New York standards, but in a perfect world every show would happen at home (in this city of eternal roommates). To get to the nitty-gritty, if you have a space, and think music forcefully shoved inside might work for us both, drop us an email. We can use all shapes and sizes, from pretty little alleyways or back porches for an acoustic kind of good time, or an industrial-looking basement for around 100 kids to spazz the fuck out in…