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I Saw a Show! Angelo Moore / That One Guy This one was a dilly, if a bit underattended. Coming off of a slamming night-long jam session at Blake’s the night before, it started off slowly but built up nicely. When I arrived around 10:30, That One Guy was upon the cozy stage, huffin and grindin and a-doin his thing. The small but discerning crowd sipped their cocktails and paid intrigued attention, curious all the while as to just what the fuck this guy was on about. I’ll tell you what he was on about: glorious individuality! Few are on their own program as doggedly as Mike Silverman, and it’s a compelling sight. You may know him as the manic frontman/bassist extraordinaire of The Fabulous Hedgehogs, or the four-string dude for Dogslyde. Home appliance is the kind of guy in a jumpsuit who plays a giant 2-stringed electric pipe with drum triggers on either end through a shitload of crazy effects and stage fog while he kicks on a cowbell and fucking goes off!!! He’s a vision from Upper Whackonia Major that you need to see soon, yes. Angelo Christopher Moore came to the nation’s attention in the mid 1980s through his genre-defying work with Fishbone, quietly one of the most influential bands of the last twenty years. You know what they do, but do you know what Angelo does? Are you experienced with his free-wheeling alter-ego, Dr. Maddvibe? If not, then, Jane, you’re an ignorant slut. He uses words. They’re spoken. He’s good at it, too. No surprise there, if you’ve ever read his lyrics. His comprehension of human relationships, life’s hazards and people’s internal dialogues is sweeping and accurate, and his ability and style of communicating that knowledge is equal parts hilarious, challenging, conspiritorial, amusing, illuminating, and always riveting. He started slowly, stubbing his big tongue on a couple of words during his ëwarm up’ pieces, but hit his stride about halfway through, and then it was HANG ON, BESSIE. ëNate Poe Crasto’ told a tale of a man that just couldn’t get his shit together, his idle fantasies and lack of self-respect preventing him from achieving what he thought he wanted, then ëPolice Truck’, with its sad overtones of opportunities for freedom squandered by the lost and stolen by the oppressive, cast a reflective pall over the crowd, as its bleak vision of society became slowly visible through his intricate narrative. Occasional pauses were taken to fill the room with the wonderfully appropriate sounds of his sweet saxaphone soul work, his dexterity and breath control puncuating his stories in ways speech never could... One essay, name unknown, delved into life so deep I thought we would never get out alive. The progression, the weaving descriptive skill, the piercing insight and the naked-as-the-day-he-was-born honesty of the piece roared through the consciousnesses of all present and left no doubt whatsoever that here was an individual completely unafraid to speak the truth. The applause was that of a stunned audience, clapping dutifully even though sitting silently in awe was perhaps closer to their truth. A few more stories closed the intimate evening, but his point had been made, and so powerfully that we all walked out feeling a little more hopeful, a little stronger, a little less alone. Breathtaking, really, how real one man can be. How much one man, armed with the power of introspection, can explore and share. How honest, inspirational, fearless, alive, and downright FREE one man can be. And by his very existence, and by the magnitude of the expression of his soul, one man can show us that we, too, can fly. Dr. Maddvibe is a shooting spark from the master panel. Bands to See Before it's Too Late! 1) Alien Love Stock, The Faraway Brothers, or the
Eric McFadden Experience 2) M.I.R.V. 3) Undercover S.K.A. 4) Binky 5) Slender 6) Protein, Los Angelitos, Clowns, Idiot Flesh, Love Props. Whoops, too late.
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