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Levitation Live Shot: 13th Floor Elevators

By Tim Stegall, May 11, 2015, 11:00am, Earache!

At 10pm Sunday on the Reverberation Stage, musicians tuned up, getting their levels right. Suddenly, an otherworldly, oscillating sound rose into the muggy night as jumbo jets flew overhead. Psychedelic guru Tommy Hall’s amplified jug – soundchecked! With that, the 13th Floor Elevators emerged from the mists of myth and legend and became flesh again.

Four mid-Sixties originators: Austin’s yowling shaman Roky Erickson, deep bass throb Ronnie Leatherman, steady beat John Ike Walton, and Hall, seated next to Erickson. Three ringers accompany: Fred Mitchim holds down rhythm guitar, Erickson’s son Jegar handles background vox and occasional harmonica, and Jegar’s Hounds of Baskerville bandmate Eli Southard subbs expertly for late lead guitarist Stacy Sutherland.

Eleven songs follow in exactly 50 minutes, all drawn from the band’s first two albums, The Psychedelic Sounds of the 13th Floor Elevators (1966) and Easter Everywhere (1967). Commencing raggedly with the latter’s “She Lives (In a Time of Her Own),” the former’s “Fire Engine” follows smoother but with an acidic edge. Hall’s jug snakes sonically above the thickening aural fray in a manner that the band’s original producer Lelan Rogers would’ve endorsed.

He felt that skin-crawling sound should be the group’s most prominent recorded element.

The mix evens out in time for the strut of “Tried to Hide.” Curiosity seekers thin out, leaving undoubtedly the largest audience the 13th Floor Elevators played to before collapsing well before Altamont brought the love and peace decade to a murderous end. Come the lysergic R&B of “Levitation,” hipster hippies revive Woodstock dances learned from DVDs.

“Splash One” emanates gentle Zen waves. Erickson’s raw yawp hits the notes, golden purity replaced by a survivor’s scarred authenticity. “Reverberation (Doubt)” and “Roller Coaster” shriek next, Southard unleashing trebly sheets of heavily reverberated tremolo – Hall’s whooping whoosh delivering a concussive wallop.

Jegar skirts back onstage and whispers in his father’s ear, the elder asking “Now?” before all members exit without having unleashed “You’re Gonna Miss Me,” written by an 18-year-old Roky Erickson in the Spades before the Elevators perfected it. Minutes later, it becomes the sole encore. Pogoing erupts – people holler.

Roky screaaams.

So right, and then it’s done. The band gathers stage front, basking in the afterglow. Walton removes his wide white Stetson and crowns Roky with it.

No one can believe what they just saw and heard, likely not even the 13th Floor Elevators.

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