too cool not to repost

victo fest - friday - braxton has intense press conference in hotel - after
spending 20
minutes on each question where he goes way off on tri-axioms and jazz history
metatheoretics. coley asks last question: "is it true you cleaned out the wolf
eyes merch
table at a swedish festival last year?" -- braxton leaps up and says wolf eyes
are the new
universe and he decided right then and there to move to stockholm and become a
cook so
he could be closer to this music. then he learns they are from michigan and his
worldview
is shifted and he realizes that there is hope for america with new angels of art
existing
here like wolf eyes. he claims his friends now refer to him as anthony "wolf
eyes" braxton.
no shit. so wolfs and hair po show up and we hit the hotel bar hard and braxton
appears
after his duo gig with fred frith and connects with wolfs and nate asks braxton
if he would
like to smoke a joint. "I would be honored to smoke marijuana with the wolf
eyes". Again,
no shit. Next day braxton is at gig (3 pm) and nate asks braxton if he wants to
jam w/ the
wolfs and braxton says yes, just let me know when and nate says play the whole
gig dude.
So after more weed blowing they hit the stage. the audience is all seated at
round tables in
a huge theatre called the Colisee. Hair police already decimated this crowd,
they were
awesome. But now we're tripping. this is too unreal. Braxton swoops in and out
of the
jams, at one point doing killer long sax tone duets w/ olson. Nate announces
stabbed in
the face. and then olson asks braxton what jam they should do next. "Black
Vomit" sez
Braxton. seriously, no shit. unbelievable sickness.