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like your mom/ And it’s not bad/ I want to marry her/ And be your
dad.”
—The Bouncing Souls
“Yo’ mom is so fat/ How fat is she?/ Yo’ mom is so fat
that she can get busy/ With 22 burritos when times is rough.”
—The Pharcyde
Finals. The word itself implies closure. However, for students drowning
in last-minute papers, there seems to be no feasible end in sight. Trapped
in the library, surrounded by cups of lukewarm coffee, packs of gum and
books upon books upon…The young scholars must not think of frolicking
in greener pastures, soaked in sun, but rather of the exams that will
take them to higher ground. Without some sort of a reprieve, one is likely
to end up like Jack Nicholson in “The Shining”—wielding
an axe and mingling with dead bartenders.
Fortunately, the Associated Students of the University of Utah has made
efforts to eradicate the “all work and no play” ethic adopted
by overachievers set on hallowed grades. On April 15, two weeks before
the semester ends, the U will host a day of pure frivolity designed to
re-energize the burned-out masses.
The event, which kicks off at noon, will feature two completely different
but equally stellar bands: The Bouncing Souls and The Pharcyde. Both are
strictly old school, carrying on traditions that have become somewhat
obscured by contemporary forms of bubble gum, hurley/roxy-cookie-cutter
punk and bling-bling-cribs style rap.
First up is The Bouncing Souls, a group that first raised hell on the
streets of New Jersey circa 1989. Greg Attonito (lead vocals), “The
Pete” Steinkopf (guitar/vocals), Bryan “Papillon” Kienlen
(bass/vocals) and Michael McDermott originally joined forces to share
a love of hard edged music and fast tiny bicycles. They wasted no time
in generating material, quickly whipping out The Good, The Bad, and The
Argyle (Chunksaah), an album brimming with impassioned talent.
Though simplistic, their lyrics were endearing, relatable and impossible
to forget. The boys sang of BMX bikes, ’80s theme songs and friendships
that could never be broken. Five years later, the group moved up and out,
relocating to New York City and signing to Los Angeles’s BYO records.
The group’s second effort, Maniacal Laughter, was slightly more
sophisticated than its previous release, but the band remained true to
its punk-rock roots.
The BYO stint ended when Epitaph’s Brett Gerwitz noticed The Bouncing
Souls tearing up the underground. Somehow he managed to convince the band
to sign with his little label,a feat that led to a three-record deal that
spawned 1997’s self-titled release, 1999’s Hopeless Romantic
and 2000’s How I Spent My Summer Vacation.
Concert attendees will have to switch gears immediately following the
Jersey punk revival when The Pharcyde hits the stage. This West-Coast
foursome-turned duo featured three former “In Living Color”
dancers, so you know they have moves. MCs/producers Tre “Slimkid”
Hardson, Derrick “Fatlip” Stewart, Romye “Booty Brown”
Robinson, and Imani (I have no cool middle moniker) Wilcox formed The
Pharcyde in 1989.
The members share with The Bouncing Souls a keen wit and love for pop
culture. Their first album, 1991’s Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde
(Delicious Vinyl), is a far cry from the stoic fronts often copped by
fellow rappers. Rummaging through the past, they drew on their youth to
construct slapstick narratives. They grabbed the mic and hyped teacher
crushes, fat mama jokes and blunts that further magnified imagination.
It was that sense of play that attracted a loyal fan base, one that continues
to endure today.
However, fans hoping to hear new material dream in vain. Both bands have
apparently taken a break from recording and though it’s not hard
to imagine why they need a rest, it’s difficult to repress pleas
for more. Come to the party on Tuesday and help convince them to call
for a comeback.
The party will also feature freestyle robotics by local band The Flowbots
and music by LA’s Woven along with a graffiti art competition, inflatable
games, local vendors and seal-the-deal free food. Events will take place
outside the Union (in case of snow(!) go to the Huntsman Center).
jamie@red-mag.com
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