What's up Philadelphia...erp, sorry, what's up blog?

Ok, ok, I am sorry for being flippant about another run cancelation, and I really do hope that I can ease the pain (even in the slightest) by rambling on about my favorite pieces of Fillmore improv that the Biscuits have ever played.  As Andy mentioned yesterday, we at A Clamouring Sound wanted to ramble through our favorite jams of Fillmore runs past and then come out with post show reviews.  Obviously, that cannot happen, but we did not want our friends and readers to go without any Biscuit input, data, memories, or fun.  So let's get this show on the road.

I: House Dog Party Favor 2nd Jam - 12/30/2018- 
I know the exact day that I fell in love with House Dog.  Still reveling in my blissful n00bness, I ventured to the Wetland's Preserve in Manhattan to catch "Electron opening for their friends The Perfume."  It was Monday, April 16, 2001, in a venue that had brought me so much joy and adventure that the mere mention of IT gives me goosebumps.  The force of that first encounter with HDPF is a clear building block in the foundation of my love that became an obsession.  I had just experienced the emotion of "getting IT" about the Biscuits sound at the Roseland a couple days prior, so my gray matter was primed to absorb as much as they could muster; but I digress.

Fast forward seventeen years and I am in my emotional second home, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.  A place laid nearly holy by the band I write about today.  The experiences most have had in the "City of Brotherly Love" haven't always been wholesome, but they are times that every single one of you can imagine, eyes closed, reminiscing as we speak.  It is the city of legend.  Streets littered with operatic innuendo and inverted visions of what music can attain...

📸: Andrew Blackstein 

Sorry, I completely talked through the first verses and jam...oh well, let's start at the second House Dog jam, how convenient.  As the band fades out of the main theme Brownie begins a pattern of uplifting bass notes that seemingly invites a choral patch from Aron, and we spiral out into the unknown.  What felt like an hour, but was only two minutes, passes and somehow Barber heads up an octave in the same pattern he had been repeating earlier; and once again the chorus sings.

What just happened?  The floor of the Fillmore seems less sturdy than earlier in the show, slippery and uncomfortable to a degree.  Is music supposed to do this to a person's mind?  And if not, why am I so transfixed?  How has it been almost twenty years since I first found this magic?  Why am I not talking about the jam anymore?  Good question.

Allen completely changed the arc of this jam, far from the blissed out glory of the prior segment, we are left with a freakishly clever deconstruction of the beats laid out prior.  Dr. Fameus is in charge and the band catches on quickly.  The rest of the boys jump on and get dark instantly.  This is not the music you were into in grade school, hell, this isn't the music anyone should be into in grade school.  Things are dark and the tempo is rising quicker than my blood pressure, pumping fists around the floor, laughing at friends, loving my life, it just seems too simple when reality suspends for even a brief moment.

Whoah, sorry, I forgot this thing was public. So, back to the jam...

This music: the distorted, demented dance party that you are so excited about; this is why your old friends think you're so strange, but we can talk about that over a beer some time.  As breakbeats echo around your mind, there is a slight mention of the House Dog ending.  What time is it?  Was that standalone?  High-fives all around, check the watch, what the french toast?!?!  Makes sense after that mayhem that we take a breather with DRIBBLE.  Lolz.

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walsh.

Thanks guys, we will be back in about fifteen minutes...