Los Angeles weather confounds me. How did it go from 50 degrees to 90 in just four days?! The climate may be bipolar here, but I'm not complaining too much. Yesterday was a gorgeous day to spend out. I was going to see some punk bands play an early show at the Echoplex, but the weather was so nice I didn't feel like ripping stuff up. Instead, I was lured to the Echo's upstairs Country Music and Sunday Barbeque. Inside, I found beer, hot dogs, and Wreck N Sow playing full force. It was like a mini state fair in there!
Wreck N Sow were very, very old-school country. I'll admit it, I was a little hesitant at first. I mean, I enjoy Southwestern rock... but these guys were wearing matching overalls. Guitarist/banjoist Pierre Dupuy had a full-on billy-goat beard and Mike Stave played a fiddle. They sang funny, upbeat songs about wishing for billions of dollars and Tennessee family reunions (with lyrics like, "Uncle Keith has no teeth, so come with me if you want dance with a triple amputee!"). As upright bassist Randy Cochran admitted, "we're used to playing to the farm boys in Bakersfield." Hmmm. Was I too cool for this band?
Well, if you knew me, you'd say: "No Rachel, you're not too cool for any band." (And then I'd say, "Oh snap!" but that's another story). Anyway, there was no way I could look down my nose at Wreck N Sow's old-fashioned country sounds. I was too busy having a great time! I mean, I do go to a lot of really wild shows. And I have seen many a crazy, drunken mosh pit in my day. But the very best thing about Wreck N Sow? Seeing families with kids at the Echo, enjoying live music together. One little two-year-old was totally jamming along to the music. Everyone had a smile on their face, just enjoying the lovely Sunday afternoon that it was.
When I finally left the Grand Ole Echo BBQ (full of beer and hot dogs, no less), I saw a huge group of punk kids hanging around. For split second, I felt the total opposite of hardcore (softcore? That doesn't seem right...). But with Wreck N Sow's home style sounds still in my head, I was pretty glad I left my Doc Martins at home.