Today is my birthday! So I’m posting this recording of Kepi Ghoulie playing his “Happy Birthday” song that I forgot to post on my brother’s birthday.
Allan came to visit Washington, D.C., for Thanksgiving, and then we got to see Kepi with the Mean Jeans as his backing band at Comet Ping Pong in December. It was a hella Sac throwback. Since the last time I saw Kepi was an acoustic show, nice and mellow, it was a jolt to see him thrashing around on stage. The birthday song was for one of the Mean Jean Moms, who all live in the D.C. suburbs.
They played another one of our favorites (though I still prefer the Kirsty MacColl version on my favorite mixtape Allan made for our parents), “A New England.”
Any advice on stupid, irresponsible things I should do in the last year of my twenties?
The first time I got to see the Groovie Ghoulies, after years of admiring their cartoon album covers in my brother’s room, I was underage and alone at Old Ironsides. It was one of those Sunday early shows, and I was on a mission from my high school newspaper: set up an interview for my local music column.
Roach agreed, without consulting the rest of the band, without realizing they would be in Europe or something when I needed to do the interview. Thinking I was justified because my subjects flaked, I didn’t turn in anything for the paper that month, and it was my first lesson in missing publication deadlines.
Anyways, I feel like I partly made up for it last weekend when Kepi Ghoulie, along with Kevin Seconds, totally killed it at the Rock & Roll Hotel in D.C. After the show, I told him I’m from Sacramento too, and he gave me a double high-five. As Ian pointed out, he proceeded to interview me, about my neighborhood and my internship and where I’m going next.
The Sacto pop punk scene, my first live music love! I hope he keeps making music for the next 27 years, and maybe one day I’ll get my interview.