Living Color, Time’s Up (1990)
I was a Living Color fan when they burst on the scene with Vivid and then this album. But I didn’t own the records at the time – I just knew them for the singles. Living Color and Faith No More were two bands I loved at the time for their singles, videos and the snippets from the albums I heard. I would go on to get more deeply into both bands – appreciating the great musicians that each band carried through their respective ranks. In fact, what really got me into Living Color was attending a Will Calhoun drum clinic in my first year at university. Eager to get along to any and all drum clinics – we never had those in my little town growing up (only the dead and dying were there as the song says) – so I saw a bunch of drummers in clinic, including ones I don’t really care about. But Calhoun appealed because I was certainly a fan of his band. The clinic was great – he was a very musical drummer and he played interesting stuff, not just the obligatory whack-off solos and standard drum-porn for the audience. He played to jungle and drum’n’bass patterns, he played electronic percussion, showed off his compositional flair and he signed posters and autograph-cards at the end. I was keen to get a card signed for a drummer-friend back with the dead and dying, a local tutor who had helped me out by fixing my snare drum (not a euphemism). Anyway, his name was Gene (in fact I imagine it still is). So I’m standing there at the desk with my 30 seconds with Will Calhoun fast approaching. In the queue. The drummer-version of any Comic-Con Nerd. I’m a bit moisty-palmed and mouth-breathing just a bit – because this was early days for me in terms of glancing by anyone remotely famous. So I get a card signed for me and then ask, sheepishly, if I can please have a card signed to “a friend who would have loved to have been here – but couldn’t be” (geez, I made him sound dead already, not just with the dead and dying…) And Calhoun is all gum-chew cool, beads of sweat still clear on the brow, “yeah man, cool, what’s the name”. And so I clearly say Gene and he hands me back the card and Kiwi accents being what they are to American ears I returned home elated from the drum-clinic with my poster and card and a spare signed-card made out to “Jane”. You ever tried to find a Living Color/Will Calhoun/Drum-Clinic fan called Jane? It’s not easy. I still have that card. A few days after that clinic I bought Biscuits and Stain (on CD). A while on from there I got this.
Sample Track: Elvis Is Dead
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