Saturday, November 20, 2010

MAD PLANET @ Alexandria Hotel

by JPegg

Mad Planet's Cooper GillespieMad Planet. It is not only the name of a band, but an experience felt going to downtown LA to the Alexandria Hotel. The music duo of Cooper Gillespie (vocals/bass) and Greg Gordon (drums/trip-hop comp) seemed absorbed in a melodic mood to enhance the night. They were a slow bleed symphony of sensual sight and sound, soothing like a slit wrist suicide as the darkness overwhelms the glimmer of life, but not ending it. A candle burning its last flicker into a white smoke ghost spirit dissolving into the atmosphere, gone, with the warmth still lingering. Each song a sizzling burn on an inhale of sin or a sip of sadness to fill the hole within. An enduring mixture of turbulent sorrow that wills itself to live. Scars that continue to bleed with stitches letting it survive on a thread. All these images sifting through my head as Mad Planet played its set. My mind might have been prompted by the cold death ice of blue lights on their faces, giving them a moonlight pale look of the afterlife. Or it might have been the overwhelming of artists attracted to showcasing their pleasure of morbid delight with displays of death spread upon various canvases. The name of the night was called Clusterfunk. Indeed it was. This was The Mezz on the second floor. Take heed when entered this room filled with fascinating elicitation of freak expression.

Mad Planet's Cooper Gillespie
Mad Planet's Cooper Gillespie
photo by picksysticks

Down below on the lobby level was normalcy. The Gorbals was the typical after work downtown lounge restaurant with business colleagues laughing around a table in their steam pressed business black. Bright lights shadow cracks on their stressed faces as they try to forget the day in a languishing laugh and a drink. The deadline overtime in the cubicle sucked like any other work day, but it sucks for us all, so it was okay. Right? They drink to it, and laugh because they got chrome and leather burdens to pay and can’t get away. Ha-ha-ha! Then I stuck a conversation with a woman at the bar, sitting complacent with her wine, but she turned and talked the history of my Belgian beer. Something about monks and brewing in a monastery. It felt of a lecture to enhance the flavor while I tried to stay focused and shun off the buzz. A strong foreign brew that turned my eyes bloodshot after a few sips, I swear, feeling my eyes throb beneath its glaze. All the while the business black laughed behind, not knowing they would be dressing for a funeral once again as they coffee to work the next day. This was the mad planet on the first level of the Alexandria Hotel. Outside was parking in a lot between bright lights and a wet street turned movie set, reality to fiction. This was downtown Los Angeles tonight: where the ones true to life appreciate death and social conformity don’t realize they wear their coffin clothes.

Mad Planet's Greg Gordon
Mad Planet's Greg Gordon
photo by picksysticks


The remarkable part of the evening was meeting the jubilant Gillespie and Gordon after their performance and receiving their All Elephants album for not a cent more than signing up for their mailing list for free. They are in the works of new stuff and sending out updates upon arrival, and possibly an update on replacing the trip-hop beat computer for another band member, if the chemistry fits. That sounded better logic than monks brewing my beer. It was truly a night that opened wide a witnessing of this ongoing Mad Planet.


Mad Planet performs "Love Addicts" at the Alexandria Hotel.
vid by 405east
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