Cap’n Jazz at Bottom Lounge, Chicago, IL
From July 18, 2010
By: Derek Walker
It’s been a long time coming for fans of the Kinsellas’ late-80s super group, Cap’n Jazz. Those who weren’t lucky enough to catch the band’s unannounced 20-minute reunion gig in January were treated to not one but two shows at Chicago’s Bottom Lounge, located a convenient block or two away from the Pitchfork Festival grounds in Union Park.
Both shows sold out minutes after they went on sale, which left many hopefuls to turn to E-Bay and Craigslist to acquire a ticket for either of the life-changing shows. Or both. I unfortunately missed the Saturday show, but tried my luck Sunday by hovering around the venue before doors opened, skipping the entirety of Pavement’s set down the street in the process.
I heard from friends who attended the night before the insanity a Cap’n Jazz reunion set provides. I’ve been in crazy, livid crowds before – as recently as Friday night when I caught Modest Mouse – so I sort of knew what to expect. Those expectations were far surpassed when the band tore into its first of 17 songs, “The Sands’ve Turned Purple.” Almost instantaneously, I was thrust frontward into the stage, then pulled back, then – well, you know how a mosh pit works.
The sheer lunacy provided by the guys who make up the band, each of whom is now in the mid-to-late 30s, was unreal. Tim Kinsella, frontman, occasional tambourine slammer and French horn blower, was especially animated. Even for him. Anybody who has attended a show for the defunct/on hiatus Make Believe knows how berserk the guy could be without a guitar in his hands, and Sunday was no different. No microphone stand or fan in the first 10 rows was safe from his constant flailing and many stage dives. One fan got nailed in the teeth with the microphone during “Yes, I Am Talking to You” – which she took like a pro, as she continued to scream her head off.
Midway through the energetic set, Tim tore his shirt off at the behest of the fans, his furry, sweaty chest acting as a Blarney Stone of sorts. Fans young and old, male and female all reached for Kinsella, hoping to touch history in the making. While guitarists Sam Zurick and Victor Villarreal, and bassist Davey von Bohlen were spot-on the entire performance, Mike Kinsella deserves special recognition for his drum work. Rarely, if ever, missing a beat, the ex-American Football and current Owen frontman seemed more at ease behind the kit than he does with the spotlight directly on him.
There was a lot of moshing, as is to be expected at shows like this, and a few overzealous fans leapt up to the stage and started dancing beside Tim Kinsella and playing air guitar next to Villarreal before security pushed them back into the crowd. This didn’t deter the band from strumming through the songs, though. If anything, it only encouraged them to try harder, play louder and give in to their emotions.
Tongues opened the set with a rather disturbing stage act, though not everybody might consider a topless, tattooed girl in a clown mask rolling around on the floor “disturbing.” If you’re reading this and you fall into that lot, rent “It.” Tim Curry stars, it’s pretty great. Tongues played a tight half-hour set which was fairly enjoyable, minus the freaky clown lady – that was just unnecessary. Plague Bringer performed second, and while their sound wasn’t my style, the individual members were thrilled to be there, opening for Cap’n Jazz.
It was a wild night and a great capper on a hectic Pitchfork Festival weekend. While I ended up sacrificing the opportunity to see Pavement, I lucked out and found a spot at Cap’n Jazz’s last show this size in Chicago perhaps ever. The band will be back at Wicker Park Fest later this month, and they will play the Pygmalion Festival in Champaign/Urbana come September. And after that, who knows? Mike is working on his sixth Owen LP, with a tentative release date of spring 2011. Davey is hard at work on the next Maritime record for new label Dangerbird Records, and he hopes to have it out by the beginning of 2011. Victor continues to work on his second solo record, and will be releasing a split 7-inch with math rock band Loose Lips Sink Ships. Tim looks to head back to Joan of Arc, alongside bassist Bobby Burg and drummer Theo Katsauonis. The three are billing themselves the “Joan of Arc Power Trio,” and have plans to release a new full-length in the upcoming months. And Sam is, well, Sam.
Whether or not these next handful of shows are the end of Cap’n Jazz remains to be seen. The reaction from fans, however, has been beyond anything I ever have witnessed, and that alone may lend itself to future reunions or one-off gigs. But then, maybe it will not.
Set list:
1. The Sands’ve Turned Purple
2. Ooh Do I Love You
3. Planet Shh
4. We Are Scientists!
5. Olerud
6. Forget Who We Are
7. Basil’s Kite
8. Little League
9. Oh Messy Life
10. Sergio Valente
11. Tokyo
12. In The Clear
13. Yes, I Am Talking To You
14. Que Suerte!
15. Precious (encore)
16. Take On Me (encore)
17. Puddle Splashers (encore)
Remaining shows for Cap’n Jazz:
July 31, 2010 – Chicago, IL at Wicker Park Fest
August 27, 2010 – San Francisco, CA at Bimbo’s 365
August 28, 2010 – Los Angeles, CA at Echoplex
September 25, 2010 – Urbana, IL at Canopy Club
