Tribute bands tend to fall into one of two extremes. They are either really impressive and give you an experience reminiscent of the band they’re covering or they fall flat and just play a bunch of songs by the band to which they’re supposed to be paying tribute. Pink Talking Fish is neither of those. Playing the music of three of music’s powerhouses – Pink Floyd, Talking Heads and Phish – is no easy task. Doing so in a manner that both pays a strong tribute to the original musicians while also creating a completely new experience is an even more daunting. Yet Pink Talking Fish does just this, with ease.
For anyone who actually follows my blog, you’re going to see a bunch of links to NYS Music, a live music publication based in New York. I’m writing for them as a live music reviewer. You’ll notice that my previous post here links to them. I’ll probably do a little cross-posting of the reviews here, though I’ll be waiting about a week after it was published there.
Anyway, if you like my music reviews, find me over at NYS Music. I’ll probably be reviewing most local shows I attend. I’m sure you’ll see some original reviews published here as well, but NYS Music is worth checking out, even if you don’t live or visit New York very much. They’re expanding their coverage (yes, including Rhode Island).
I’m not normally a fan of stand up comedy. In fact, most of it bores me. One man, however, got me laughing like no other… George Carlin. I’m not going to write a whole lot. I don’t know a lot about the guy. I saw him live once at the Oakdale Theatre (it’s now got some stupid corporate name like all the venues) in Wallingford, CT. My mother sneaked into one of his shows at Jorgenson Auditorium at UConn. I guess that says a lot. He opened the show I saw with the following line and it has stuck ever since.
You know what you never hear women talk about anymore? Their vaginas.
Now, I’m not normally that crass (though as anyone who knows me can tell you, I can be crass), but that line set the stage for the rest of the night of non-stop laughter. Anyway, Time has a great piece on him. Read it. And ladies… show some respect and start talking about your vaginas again.