You never know what legendary punk rock drummer Don Bolles will do or say or play,
and that, we think is part of why the guy remains a force on the music scene in Los
Angeles while so many of his peers have quietly faded away. Whether it be as a DJ (LOVED him on Mars FM!) or drumming with The Germs, Raw Power Rangers or his silver space-suited enigma of a band called Fancy Space People, Bolles always seems to be having a ball. We are extremely honored to add Don as a new contributor here on LA Slush! For his first post, an account of his guest spot as a “Super Music Friend” with his band Fancy Space People at this past weekend’s Yo Gabba Gabba Live! show at the Nokia Theatre. We hear the band left the young crowd shocked and awed, beguiled and -a few- even a little scared… Sounds like your typical Bolles gig. See links to other stuff we’ve written about Bolles, YGG and our pal DJ Lance Rock after Don’s piece, plus some pics from our last slideshow featuring the show at Nokia last year. -LL
These shots (below) by photographer Amy Darling.
By Don Bolles
Fancy Space People’s invasion of Yo Gabba Gabba Live! began with us trying to figure
out where to park and load in, all of which took up most of our soundcheck time.
When we all finally made it inside the SOLD OUT NOKIA THEATER we set up
on a tiny platform that could easily hold 4 people and their gear comfortably;
unfortunately there were 8 of us. The dressing rooms were nice (the sign outside
ours read “SUPER MUSIC FRIENDS”); there were lots of mirrors and a shower with
crazy fixtures and attachments that none of us could figure out how to use. Oh well;
they can’t smell you from where they’re sitting.
We somehow snuck into the catering room, where we pigged out on some of the
best vegan food items ever created by whoever creates that sort of thing; there was,
understandably, a conspicuous absence of beer in this backstage, but otherwise
it was top drawer. We changed into our holographic onesies, put on our space
makeup, and waited for the voice in the intercom to tell us when to start making our
way towards the stage.
At the appointed signal we assumed our positions, and DJ Lance Rock introduced us,
as the enormous video screens parted to allow our platform (and us) to be pulled
by big, buff stage hands with ropes through the now bifurcated video screen to
the front of the stage. If I wouldn’t have had a mike stand to hang onto during this
procedure I would have fallen over for sure. Actually I did fall over, albeit a tad later,
sometime during the 2nd chorus. One of my ridiculous silver platform boots broke,
and I would have fallen right into the drums, if not for the bass amp that broke
said fall before any real damage was done. But the show must and did go on, all 5
minutes of our portion, which meant we had to shave a full minute off of the one
song we had decided to play, “Fancy Space People”, which is usually 6 minutes or so.
I remember in the 60s and 70s whenever there was a rock show or any kind of thing
where a band would play on a TV sit-com, their show would be exactly one song
long, so it seemed like the right thing to do.
Whatever happened, the nearly 10,000 kids – and I mean kids; toddlers, more
like – and their celebrity superstar parents seemed to enjoy our special brand
of psychedelic, overly anthemic glitter rock, and they cheered and applauded
vociferously as we were pulled back behind the slowly closing video screens. The
various creatures and DJ Lance waved, and said that they hoped we’d come back to
visit real soon. It was all over, and never once did I see any portion of the audience
at all. Nothing. Very dreamlike. An amorphous mass, defined only by strange sounds
and varying shades of grey and black, punctuated by the occasional cell phone
Afterwards, we went downstairs to the “meet and greet” (who knows what the
people paid to go to that, seeing as the cheap seats for the show were $47 and floor
tickets were going for $200) with all of the various rubber suit characters (many
of which had the magical ability to be in two or more places at the same time), DJ
Lance, and Youtube bejewelled-sweater girl Leslie Hall, still in our holographic
One amazing little tinyton of a girl with a fairytale-worthy dress (she musta been
between 2 and 3 years old, like most of the audience) spotted us in the chaos, and
had her mom inform us that she had to get a hug from every last one of the Fancy
Space People, which she then, very systematically for a 2-year old, proceeded to do;
this was a level of cuteness that could have been lethal, but we somehow survived
it. We later met the producers of the TV show while having a final hugfest with our
pal, DJ Lance in the “tunnel,” a photo-studded hallway that goes on like forever, with
huge photos of such luminaries as Justin Bieber, Duran Duran, Seal and a couple of
Katy Perry, one of which featured a crazy multi-stage cameltoe. These onesies can
Anyway, the whole thing was absolutely incredible, and I really hope that FSP ends
up going on the actual TV show soon, as it’s one of the best shows there is as far as
I’m concerned, even though it isn’t exactly targeting my particular demographic.
Like Fancy Space People on Facebook here.
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