Playback: Lost in the Silent City

Crowdsourced sci-fi, getting steamy with Black Pistol Fire, and a mighty storm of music


Humanoid Raquel Bell oversees Ray Colgan's musical tasks at Silent City II. Future performances on the horizon. (Photo by John Anderson)

Why won't anybody tell me what the fuck is going on?

Saturday night and I'm snooping around the Museum of Human Achievement as Octopus Project/Dialtones multi-instrumentalist Lauren Gurgiolo prepares to present her fourth weekend showing of Silent City II, billed as an "audience-propelled sci-fi audio play."

A what?

There's an ominous vibe permeating the underground venue and the half-dozen people I've asked about what to expect remain maddeningly tight-lipped. Even musician/KUTX personality Elizabeth McQueen, who attended a previous version of Silent City, resists my probing.

"You'll really have to wait and see," she says.

Suddenly a silver-spandexed humanoid, played by Raquel Bell, enters and passes out strange musical diagrams while the robotic voice of a supercomputer gives us our marching orders – something about how the musical tasks we complete power its functions. It sounds important.

We're then led into a separate room where resin lights hang overhead, projections hit the walls, and strange instruments are bolted to the floor. Colorful, glowing consoles handmade by co-director Wendy Mitchell trigger sounds, samples, and lights by sliding an angular card into various slots. Our silent host pulls us to stations and pantomimes instructions.

The ensuing 45 minutes proves unlike any musical performance ever experienced by "Playback." Hovering over their consoles, the audience follows color-coded visual projections as the humanoid scurries around miming emotions and strange behaviors. Motormouth computer babble ("deconstructing correlation vector") blends with our samples, plus occasional lap-steel from Gurgiolo, and banjo by renowned instrumentalist Lindsay Greene. The sound? Imagine Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music soundtracking a dystopian computer age.

An experience equally enthralling and confounding, I begin to wonder how heavy is our hand in the continuity of this sci-fi narrative. Paranoia quickly sets in. Am I being subjected to a behavioral experiment examining how long participants will dutifully follow the charts? I decide that jazzing-out my sound and light contributions will better power the supercomputer and, quite possibly, save the world. My playing becomes increasingly manic, experimental, dire, unhinged!

Eventually the bot chirps out a final report, the soundtrack silences, and the crowd claps loudly. I turn around to see Crack Pipes singer Ray Colgan standing at a console, with a look of suspicion.

"When the computer was scanning and it said 'zero population' and the rocket exploded, I think they were trying to populate the Earth," he says. "You might have just killed off humanity."

Christ. Had I ruined the show by noodling beyond my designated parts?

"No, you were making it more enjoyable for everyone," Gurgiolo assured me the next day, revealing with a chuckle that several participants echoed my unsubstantiated social obedience experiment theory. "The show sounded totally different every time. We had more rowdy crowds who were being more playful and more conservative crowds who followed it closely.

"The enjoyment, for me, is when people go off script."

Black Pistol Fire: Aliens of Extraordinary Ability

Kevin McKeown's neck hurts, an occupational hazard for the wiry frontman of Black Pistol Fire, whose stage ritual involves high-flying leaps off the bass drum of bandmate Eric Owen. Two Saturdays ago, capping an immolating set at Chicago's Riot Fest, the singer/guitarist barely executed an improbable crowd surf, vaulting eight feet to an island of speakers, then another eight feet into the audience. Who says white men can't jump?


McKeown & Owen (r) (Photo by Kevin Curtin)

"I almost didn't make it, actually," exclaims McKeown through the haze of a steam room where he and Owen sit wrapped in towels. "The crowd pulled me in. Three days later, I woke up like, 'Holy fuck!' I even went to an osteopath."

We've infiltrated the sauna of a gym to sweat and relax before the local duo embarks on restless fall touring. New fifth LP Deadbeat Graffiti, tracked locally at Arlyn Studios with de facto third member Jacob Sciba, stands as Black Pistol Fire's best and most diverse platter. Their proprietary sound – swaggering rock with transistor radio vocals – now expands into soul-pop, frenetic garage surf, and broken-down roots. Octopus-armed Owen annexed a microsynth that adds distinctly modern dimensions to their sonic alchemy.

"We wanted this record to feel a bit like a playlist," offers McKeown, now totally invisible in the fog. "Nowadays, that's all the rage with Spotify and Pandora, so you get up in the morning and put on a playlist, and you could be listening to folk, rap, R&B, soul, rock. I thought our record could be like that instead of everything sounding one way."

The Canadian buds, who reside in Texas on O-1 Visas designating them as "Aliens of Extraordinary Ability," christen Deadbeat Graffiti on Friday with a release show at Emo's. All profits benefit hurricane recovery efforts.

Harvey Benefit Blesses the Erwin Center

"It is in times of crisis that we see the power of our human spirit – FACT!" declared Matthew McConaughey Friday night at the Frank Erwin Center.

A mind-blowing lineup of musicians – including Willie Nelson, Paul Simon, Bonnie Raitt, James Taylor, Lyle Lovett, and Little Joe y La Familia – came together and raised millions for the Rebuild Texas Fund with a four-and-half-hour concert defined by epic collaborations and the mantra "Harvey Can't Mess With Texas" (revisit "Harvey Hurricane Concert Rallies," Sept. 23). Highlights included Willie and Leon Bridges dueting on "Funny How Time Slips Away," Ryan Bingham's "Hallelujah" with Jai Malano and Martie Maguire, and James Taylor breaking down traditional "Wasn't That a Mighty Storm" with Ruthie Foster, Raitt, and Malano.

One organizer revealed to "Playback" that the Dixie Chicks almost played, but had scheduling conflicts. Undeterred, Maguire attended two nights of rehearsals and played fiddle throughout. Behind-the-scenes sightings included Paul Simon and Leon Bridges hitting it off with a long conversation in the hallway, Jimmie Vaughan giving Willie guitar pointers on how to play the ending of "Texas Flood," and Renée Zellweger hanging out with her old friend Pariah vocalist Dave Derrick.

Amongst the national headliners, Austin's stars shone bright. All-time guitarist Charlie Sexton handled the Herculean task of musical director and Asleep at the Wheel served a foundational house band role. Mike Flanigin, Foster, Malano, and Vaughan all repped the 512. Edie Brickell's New Bohemians included Austinites Matt Hubbard, John Bush, and Brad Houser, whom the singer revealed as having employed his fishing boat for recovery efforts.

Austin Record Convention Encore

Every Austin Record Convention I swear I'm only going to spend $100, then so many delectable LPs appear that I shell out double or triple that. Thus my bank account prepares to plummet down to double digits with the arrival of a rare fall iteration this weekend at the Palmer Events Center. Let me at it!

Throughout its 36-year history, the ARC has zigzagged between being an annual and semi-annual event. This is the first year in recent memory they've hosted a fall show – and it might be an outlier. ARC scion Nathan Hanners says that due to Austin's hypercompetitive fall event calendar, he can't guarantee another double dose of ARCs in 2018. Consider this one a bonus.

Hanners reveals that, despite a few dealers being affected by hurricanes, interest in a second convention has been high. While recent spring shows have set a record of 300 tables, he's got well over 250 dealers lined up for this weekend. Whether you're a rarities collector or a music fan looking for deals, "Playback" recommends laying down $40 for Friday's early-bird shopping. Otherwise it's $5 for Saturday and Sunday.

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