Mike Watt, WOW Hall, 8-17-14, B
Mike Watt was in town last night playing with his current band Il Sogno Del Marinaio. He’s shown above wearing trademark Chucks and sweaty plaid shirt. During an early song break he explained that the band had just driven 9 hours from Sacramento, arriving at WOW Hall a few hours before, and they didn’t have a place to crash that night. So if anyone at the show had a spare deck or basement or something he’d be obliged.
Imagine that. MIke fucking Watt! How many albums has this guy put out? He is a tour-de-force on bass, universally respected. He’s the subject of a documentary film. He’s forged a legacy that will outlive us all. But here he is in his late fifties still touring the country in an old van to perform in front of thirty people? No charter bus, no catered dressing room, no driver, no hotels even. It’s 53 shows in 53 days sleeping on couches.
Why does Watt do it? Why does a bee make honey? Because it’s who and what he is. He couldn’t stop if he wanted to, not that it will ever come to that.
The show kicked ass. It was closer to jazz than punk, with most lyrics in Italian and at least one tune dedicated to Robert Wyatt. Afterward Mike Watt needed some help getting down the stage stairs. But is aging, but he can still get up and down the fretboard pretty good.
Lisa and Faulkner, they’re playing Doug Fir tonight. And they may need a place to crash after.