An Evening of Lounge @ Bimbo's 365 Club

Essay by Meredith Tanner August, 1996

Last Friday afternoon, while I was desperately searching the local free paper for a band to review, I got a call from my boyfriend. A co-worker of his was sitting in on drums with a band at Bimbo's 365 Club, and would I like to go? It would be "An Evening of Lounge," I was told, a five-band bill, and I was in for a mind-boggling experience.

"Lounge", it would seem, is in these days, at least here in San Francisco. What "Lounge" actually means is a little hard to describe; it varies , from the Brian Setzer Orcdhestra's straightforward rocking swing to reasonably faithful renditions of old standards, to--well, I'll try to describe it, but I offer no guarantees. ... ...

I've been putting off writing this review for nearly a week, trying to figure out how I could possibly describe The Mr. Lucky Experience. The phrase "Robot Acid Lounge Punk Extravaganza" comes to mind, but that doesn't really cover it. Try to imagine the bastard child of Frank Sinatra, Buster Poindexter, Johnny Rotten, and that guy from the B-52s, backed by the Thompson Twins and Sparks. Wait, go back. Take a couple of tabs of acid, and now try to picture it. You still won't get all the way there, but it will take you a little closer to the Mr. Lucky Experience.

They covered Tears for Fears, Aerosmith, and Journey. They did Nirvana's "Come As You Are" in a sort of lounge/bluegrass fusion style that had me grabbing my head like a stunned monkey. They managed somehow to blend "Caqn't Get Used To Losing You" (Alton & Hortense Ellis) with AC/DC's "Back in Black." And, gloriously, they segued from Glen Campbell's "Wichita Lineman" into "Knights in White Satin," and I was fucked, broken, and driven across the land.

I can't go on; I'm getting choked up. Just come to San Francisco on September 21st and see them at the Paradise Lounge. I'd be there myself, only I just can't figure out how I'd tell one of my oldest friends I couldn't be her maid of honor. She hasn't seen the band. She wouldn't understand. ... ...

Overall, this was an astonishing show. If I'd missed it, my soul would be poorer. Of course, I wouldn't know any better, but, then, we humans so rarely do. Enlightenment such as this comes only through chance; to see it, you have to look the other way.

 

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