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Went to see Mr Quinntron and Miss Pussycat last Wednesday night at the Polish home in Greenpoint Bklyn. They went on at midnight. He played many of the songs off of "These Hands of Mine" his latest release. They opted against preforming on the actual stage as the rest of the acts did and set up on the gym floor. The crowd formed a large circle around him, his bigole Hammond organ and Miss Pussycat w/ mic. He busted funky trance grooves from his low tec, home-made rhythm machine "drum buddy" and Miss Pussycat sang punk sharp back up licks a la' B-52 girls. They are from New Orleans and he has a very dark, swamp-voodoo gumbo of influences which include early 70's Sparks, late 70's punk and new-wave (from B-52's to Suicide), R and R (JeryLee Lewis), R and B (Stax) and a hard rock edge (read Deep Purple).
Afterwards he and Miss Pussycat preformed her hand puppet theater which included a heavy metal puppet band that received encores.
After that he came back and did a semi-pro style demonstration of "Drum Buddy" which seamed to use a modified Victrola and interchangeable cartridges made from 45 records glued to cardboard (?).
This guy, for being stuck in an analog world is breathing new life into all those old genres and makes live music still feel new and vital and worth staying out past midnight on a school night.
ALSO :
I'd like to second D.F.s choice of Nick Drake as music worth spending your $ on, so if you haven't done so yet, please reconsider. I went ahead and bought the box cd set which included all 3 of his original albums plus an outakes disc. This super cool English folky guy died at like 27 yo cause he was too fucking sensitive to survive in this crusty ass world. He wrote many beautiful love songs to his true love, a female named Mary Jane. Only thing is, she wasn't a human but a plant. It will make you want to cry.