#Amoeba Gig

[nedison]

Short McCartney album art restoration saga: in 2007, Paul released Amoeba's Secret, an EP of select songs from his 'secret gig' at Amoeba in LA. This is what the cover looked like:

No-- it ain't buffering. This cruddy looking image was printed up on a limited run of CDs and vinyl EP looking all pixellated and distorted on purpose. BUT this was far from the end of this nightmare.

In 2019 the entire concert, remixed and audio-tweaked to near-perfection was released digitally and on vinyl. While this would have been a great time to revise the original, they just added a little handwritten psuedo-Polaroid frame around the pixel mess:

SO earlier today I was listening to this gig and staring at this cover and decided the TIME HAD COME to do something about it. So a few minutes later I had tracked down the original shot and though it was still sourced from a digital video and wasn't super high resolution, it was a damn sight better than what we had:

I then went a step further and made a version where Paul isn't stretched out like Mike Teevee:

Far be it from me to question Paul's artistic choices-- I know I don't know better than the man himself--we live in an era where, at least with your digital music library you can alter and adjust how the music is presented to your liking and that art has bothered me for almost 16 damn years. Now I'll sleep a little more soundly tonight.

[tenitchyfingers]

So, House of Wax is already insane in its studio version, but live? Holy fucking SHIT.

[musicalthought]

album review; paul mccartney's amoeba gig

☆ 7.5/10

♡ released in july 2019

♡ rock

First off, whoever thought it’d be a good idea to follow up Here Today with BACK IN THE USSR needs to be evaluated mentally. Literally one of the biggest whiplashes I’ve gone through while listening to an album.

HOWEVER, I really don’t have much to say about this album. Paul McCartney is one of the very few artists that can cover his own songs and make them sound new and fresh (with a few duds…. Unfortunately he’s not perfect either, I suppose.)

A song by song review can be found underneath the cut. My favorite tracks are I’ll Follow the Sun, Calico Skies, Here Today, and Coming Up. My least favorite track is Nod Your Head.

Drive My Car -> 6/10

Only Mama Knows -> 4/10

Dance Tonight -> 9/10

C Moon -> 9/10

The Long and Winding Road -> 8/10

I’ll Follow the Sun -> 10/10

Calico Skies -> 10/10

That Was Me -> 9.5/10

Blackbird -> 6/10

Here Today -> 10/10

Back in the U.S.S.R. -> 8/10

Nod Your Head -> 1/10

House of Wax -> 5/10

I’ve Got a Feeling -> 6/10

Matchbox -> 9/10

Get Back -> 6/10

Baby Face -> 8/10

Hey Jude -> 9/10

Let it Be -> 5/10

Lady Madonna -> 8/10

I Saw Her Standing There -> 6/10

Coming Up -> 10/10

[dierecneps]

Nothing will ever be funnier than Jemaine forgetting the lyrics from FoTC songs

[kmp78]

Tickets were also expensive for those whose gigs were cancelled (WITHOUT SO MUCH AS AN APOLOGY). 🥱

And excuse me for not believing that a single cell amoeba like SL would know this was their 8th gig at that venue... 😂🤪

[i-am-the-oyster]

oh no, the Amoeba Gig recording of Here Today (the one where he cries) is on Apple Music

[palilalia]

PAL-077 Kris Gruda LP

"Plays For You"

It's tempting to view guitarist Kris Gruda, a North Carolina resident, as part of a lineage of demented Southern avant-pickers stretching back to Chadbourne, and while that's not false, it's unnecessarily reductive. Gruda is but one particle in a contemporary wave of traveling minstrels plying the

interstates and unnumbered highways of the Deep South, navigating between pickup gigs in urban centers from Asheville to Baton Rouge to Jacksonville to Amarillo, dipping into the free jazz songbook and a bottomless bag of capital-I-improv tropes to play for audiences of 0-50 intrepid listeners (most of them musicians themselves). Against all odds (and despite dismissal by a sea of jaded music "connoisseurs'' who would prefer to devour overpriced reissues than to attend actual performances), these musicians develop an evolving sonic language, unencumbered by dreams of success; nurtured by the promise of social connection, gas money, and the next bag of Beaver Nuggets.

Whether or not Gruda is one of these compulsive road-trippers is beside the point, because (as amply evidenced by his instagram account, @Grudakris) Gruda clearly spends a lot of his time in his car. Kris Gruda Plays for You was recorded entirely behind the wheel under lockdown in 2020-2021, mostly during shift breaks at the kombucha factory. Each track is a separate Instagram post, downloaded and spliced together into two unbanded sides (a la Beefheart's Strictly Personal), and as such, represents an audio verite tour of a musical vision that, amoeba-like, engulfs two worlds separated by a windshield -- the spinning car wash brushes, the passing cop cars, the preacher on the radio.

The cover (Gruda in a hairnet, oozing Waylon's outlaw bit and clutching a stickered acoustic) supplies a little bit of the IG multimedia appeal missing from the audio, but the sound ("without which none of this is possible," states Gruda) supplies an expansive narrative by itself. Each track, from the "Vote him Out" rap to the dual tracks of "Vehicular Sound Collage," is a gem of creative outreach, a stab not only against the claustrophobia behind the steering wheel, but also a rebellion against the forced isolation of the lockdown itself. The politics of Plays For You are Guthrie-direct, speak to individual action, and seek to inspire us to reach beyond our silos and attempt to reconstruct a virtual solidarity we could once access via a physical commons. But I suspect what will resonate most with listeners are the plaintive cries voiced by a canny (and virtuosically played) selection of classics by Coltrane, Kirk, Coleman, and Cherry, tiny scraps that remind us of a once-encompassing musical spirituality that spurred a half-dozen would-be revolutions (and which may someday do so again). Ultimately, the enthusiasm (and massive doses of sheer weirdness) Gruda exudes in Kris Gruda Plays for You lights up a big, friendly highway into the heart of a deeply idiosyncratic and charismatic vision that's a gas to listen to even stripped of its social media spectacle -- so put down your phone and just listen. — Tom Carter

[the-irrelevant-trumpeter]

I know Trevor is canonically in a band (I'm assuming guitar/bass since Chris Leask can play both) but do we know the genre or name? The wiki is no help. And if we don't know, I like to think he's in a punk band and only Chris and Annie have watched an actual show he's done. The others have tried to come, he won't allow it, too risky. Whenever Max even gets near an amp, it busts.

it’s a metal band! it’s called amoeba, and he’s described as the frontman, which makes me assume he sings and/or plays guitar. which makes sense, because rob falconer (original trevor) does those things (fun fact, he was the second cover of dewey finn in the 2018-2020 run of school of rock on the west end).

yeah i definitely believe he’s picky about who gets to come to his shows. annie definitely goes on a semi-regular basis. chris went to one gig, and although he claims he hated it because metal isn’t really his thing, he genuinely enjoyed himself.

[twinkandwink]

The last time I saw a gig at The Crown was probably 1989 when the cellar was called Le Cav and the likes of The Fieldmice, Jane Pow, Mega City 4, Thrilled Skinny played there... remember them? It's open again and it's not changed much apart from a lick of paint and the addition of a stage, well kindof a stage.

Brooklyn's Cumgirl8 came to Bristol, provocative and punky and as they put it they're a "sex-positve alien amoeba entity" They were fun.

Pics and Tracks: Take Me Home Again

Cumgirl8 - The Crown, Bristol 3rd Dec 2022

[ajoytobeheld]

Holiday!!

August 24th, 2009

Since Friday, we have played three gigs in California. All these gigs have been close enough to our base in Studio City to mean we’ve stayed in the same hotel and commuted to each of the shows at the El Rey, Pomona and Costa Mesa (and all these shows have been so great. Thank you very much for coming along, and for being so friendly towards us). This has meant we’ve had some of the most leisurely, pleasurable days on tour I have ever known. Mornings spent lounging by the pool, before a short drive, a show, and then a short drive back, to a bed with sheets that seem almost homely. Brilliant.

And today we have a day off. Rumours of a trip to The Michael Jackson Death House, but no doubt about a trip to Amoeba. Expect some top class Record Boxing this afternoon.

[rollingstonemag]

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Paul McCartney en majesté sur quatre rééditions d'albums live indispensables

Alors que la tournée Freshen Up se poursuit jusqu’à la mi-juillet aux États-Unis, Paul McCartney réédite sous différents formats quatre live enregistrés sur une période d’une trentaine d’années.

Wings Over America ★★★★1/2 Choba P CCCP ★★★ Paul is Live ★★★ Amoeba Gig ★★★1/2

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Publié en 1976, le (triple LP) Wings Over America capture la quintessence des œuvres de l’ex-Beatle dans les seventies : seulement quatre morceaux des Fab Four (dont “Lady Madonna”) dans ce survol magistral (28 titres) de ses hits en solo (“May Be I’m Amazed”, “Band on the Run”, “Live and Let Die”, etc.) assorti d’une poignée de précieuses raretés comme “Picasso’s Last Words” ou “Bluebird” qui ont disparu depuis bien longtemps de ses set-lists. Avec sa pochette pastichant celle d’Abbey Road, Paul is Live, qui n’avait pas très bien marché à sa sortie en 1993, mérite, lui, d’être redécouvert dans la mesure où il apparaît comme le complément parfait du fabuleux Tripping the Live Fantastic de 1990, premier live de Macca depuis Wings Over America. Comme son prédécesseur, il documente la période où le musicien se réapproprie sa part de l’héritage Beatles (ici “Magical Mystery Tour”, “Penny Lane” et autres “Drive My Car”), aidé en cela par un backing-band magnifique (la période Robbie McIntosh) et les progrès technologiques apportés par les samples et les claviers de Paul “Wix” Wickens. Un peu plus anecdotique, Choba B CCCP (Back in the USSR, en russe), disque initialement destiné au seul marché soviétique, aligne une furieuse collection de bons vieux classiques du rock’n’roll (“Lawdy Miss Clawdy”, “Twenty Flight Rock”, etc.) enregistré live en studio avec des sessionmen de haut vol. Seul inédit – et non des moindres – de ces sorties, Amoeba Gig (2007), à l’origine publié sous la forme de deux EP, propose désormais l’intégrale du concert surprise donné en 2007 par McCartney dans le célèbre magasin de disques de Sunset Boulevard devant un public restreint (mais aussi Ringo Starr et Woody Harrelson) dans la foulée de la sortie de Memory Almost Full. Au menu, des versions incandescentes de “I Saw Her Standing There”, “I’ve Got a Feeling” et autres “That Was Me”, des classiques (“The Long and Winding Road”, “Hey Jude”, etc.) et de jolis moments acoustiques (“Calico Skies”, “Here Today”)… le LP offrant, lui, en bonus, un “Coming Up” capté pendant les répétitions. Un must, donc.

Alain Gouvrion

[krispyweiss]

Album Review: Paul McCartney - Amoeba Gig

Completist collectors, super-fans and any of the 700 lucky people - including Woody Harrelson, Alanis Morissette and Ringo Starr - who witnessed Paul McCartney’s June 27, 2007, record-store show will want to pick up Amoeba Gig.

The rest of you should pass.

Recorded inside Amoeba Hollywood, the LP features McCartney’s complete, 21-song, 80-minute performance. And while it’s undoubtedly an important event that should’ve been documented with an official release years ago, the resulting product has enough flaws that most would be better served by previous concert albums like Wings Over America or Back in the U.S.

There are a couple of unavailable-elsewhere curiosities, such as a loosey-goosey snippet of “Baby Face.” But Amoeba Gig is also saddled with a smattering of weak, then-new songs, including “Only Mama Knows,” “Calico Skies” and “Nod Your Head,” which was McCartney’s stupidest sex song until “Fuh You” came out in 2018. Meanwhile, Beatles and Wings numbers lack the punch they get in an arena and cutesy asides, such as several false endings tacked on to “I’ll Follow the Sun,” quickly grow annoying.

Amoeba Gig is a long-overdue souvenir. But no one needs a souvenir from an event he didn’t attend.

Grade card: Paul McCartney - Amoeba Gig - C

8/6/19

[tenitchyfingers]

Back to the USSR right after Here Today sure is A Choice

[grungebook]

Tonight...

[vanmccantfish]

best and worst pictures of Bondy, Benji, Bob and Van? Best interview and best festival gig in your opinion? Also what do you think is Van's favorite travel destination, Bondy's fav weather condition? Bob’s fav holiday and Benji’s fav time of the day? Weird questions I know

okay my guy there's a lot to unpack here, let us begin

first of all, and i cannot stress this enough, there will NEVER be a bad photo of those boys (but if were talking about the least best pic? we all know it's this)

and wow it's tricky to pick my faves but for today at least let's go with these - accidental b&w aesthetic but if there's anything sexier than these lads it's these lads in black and white

NEXT, best interview, another toughie, the one that springs to mind is the amoeba one with van and bondy, because I could listen to those boys talk music all day long, and then also not a proper interview but that mtv takeover where they were just pissing about the whole time, proper chaotic vibe, loved it

okay best festival gig, love love love trnsmt 17, stunning show, just from the second homesick starts the crowd goes absolutely mental and it's incredible, but then again the recent manchester arena one was ethereal so i'd recommend checking those videos out too if for some reason you haven't already?

rapidfire the last few:

van's travel destination = has to be home, does too much travelling as it is

bondy's weather = sunny and cold, winter mornings, but like proper freezing, when the wind is all over the place and you can't feel your face because that's good old newcastle weather 24/7/364 (tends to warm up a bit on 22nd august)

bob's holiday = somewhere peaceful, I'm thinking retreat-y destinations, bali type place but remove all the influencers, chill like himself

benji's time of day = benj, i believe, like myself, is a nocturnal being - and the witching hour is the time we truly come alive

FIN

Thanks so much for the ask! Loved answering these, no such thing as a weird question my dude

[stupendoustrashmagazine]

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