The Blog of Jason “Jayce” Olshefsky

I got to The Bug Jar (219 Monroe Ave.) a bit early just in case but things got started later than usual. I chatted a bit with Dave Merulla of Autumn In Halifax who was interested in what I’d think of the show tonight. Despite my description last week, Dave would be playing things vanilla acoustic style: no “Leaves” (additional members who join him now and then) and no “band in a box” (a reference he made a few years ago to the digital effects he uses).

In the end, the show was excellent. It’s still Dave and still his songs. He was clearly itching to use some effects or have people accompany his playing at times, but he persevered. Afterward he said that he likes to do a few shows all alone like that to shake out the songs. It’s like he’s building a foundation: that the melody and lyrics have to be strong on their own before he fiddles around with adding decoration and style. And they are generally strong songs to start with. He’ll be playing them with “The Leaves” in July at The Little Theatre Café (240 East Ave.).

I’ve come to really appreciate what he’s trying to accomplish. He said that he enjoys playing with additional people for the variation it causes — that there’s always something unknown by doing that. He commented that it’s usually a matter of trying to figure out which of the wheels is going to fall off first. And as such, the band is constantly changing … I said that my notes on bands are thrown way off with this kind of thing: by this time next year, Autumn in Halifax will have a completely different sound, although rooted in the same quality of music.

I got to thinking about how I like to see people do what they’ve done before, but it kind of makes them machines. I already have machines for that: they play back audio recordings. So no matter how many times any band plays something different, there’s always the possibility of revisiting what was through the last CD.

Anyway, the other band up was The Weird Weeds. They do a sort of accessible experimental music — a bit of alternative-rock and with a bit of experimentation and a bit of harmonization. One of their members was nursing some kind of cold with whiskey, but they still did a great job.

Ali, Stacie, and I went to Hogan’s Hideaway (197 Park Ave.) for dinner. I stuck with the sure bets of a good wine, French onion soup, and a grilled cheese and was not disappointed. Well, okay, except the sandwich which wasn’t grilled as much as I’d like.

After that we headed to Station 55 (55 Railroad St.) for the ArtAwake event. We were surprised to find that they charged a cover at the door — not exactly an art-gallery-kosher move. I was then disappointed to find the works were not particularly impressive. Worse was that the lighting left nothing to the imagination and there were no nooks to explore. It didn’t help all this any that there was no wine to be found either — which, among other things, can help loosen one’s ingrained bindings with America’s corporate-consumer culture. Alas, it was a big disappointment for me, and kind of kicked off the evening poorly.

So then we went to The Bug Jar (219 Monroe Ave.) a bit early to catch the bands there. Unfortunately — despite it being a rather popular headliner — Gaylord, in their last Rochester show before moving to Atlanta — the happy-hour vibe was still in full-force: blaring house music and all. I only really saw the first band, Razor Wire Shrine who are an instrumental chaotic rock band with subtle influences from all over the place. I only caught a little of Fledgling Death, a thrash/heavy metal kind of band. By then the three of us were quite tired and decided to call it an early night.

In related news, The Landfill (625 Weiland Rd.) has been shut down (related because sucky Station 55 has not — it’s too milquetoast to displease the aristocracy). I recall reading it in a news clip from The City Newspaper but it doesn’t appear to have made it to the online edition. I believe it was a casualty of Mayor Robert J. Duffy’s plan to shut down house-parties, as I was pretty sure it was some guy’s house. When I first heard of that law, I was concerned it would be abused beyond its original intent: to give police the leeway they “needed” to shut down house parties when they came upon them. Now, my vision of a house party that needs to be shut down is one that is completely out of control — where the residents have lost their ability to control the party themselves.

Once again — like the shutdown of A|V Art Sound Space (N. Union St. at Trinidad St., #8 in the Public Market, formerly the All-Purpose Room) — the creative fringe of this city has had its hands chopped off. And once again, I theorize that this will push one more of these inspirational creators to go find a tolerant city. And the Mayor and all his cronies will sit around and not care about those one or two fringe people, but to me, they inspire — and I assume so of other creative people. And unfortunately that is not a column in their spreadsheet and it doesn’t compare well to tax dollars.

So, I’m left giving this advice: don’t trust the police. They are not your friends. They are not there to help you. If you see them, go away from them.

I hope this is what the mayor has in mind.

I decided to head to Boulder Coffee Co. (100 Alexander St.) to check out the show. I only stayed through most of Arms and Sleepers‘ set — arriving after they started and leaving after they finished. I thought they were a really good ambient/drone band. I’d like to have stayed for the rest of the show but I had other things to attend to.

I headed out to Boulder Coffee Co. (100 Alexander St.) to check out the show. I was looking to finally see The Varnish Cooks but they weren’t playing — instead, the show started with City Harvest Black which is a guy in a white mask with horns doing noise-based loops and haunting voices. I liked it but it’s not the kind of music that has a huge following. Next was Horseback who do rich, thick atmospheric instrumental followed by Mike Tamburo who started out with a hammer dulcimer — I think — and had a light, airy, atmospheric presence.