I want to make sure ADR’s humorous description of our Saturday show is not lost forever when his post disappears from the flat earth horizon that is the HandsUp Houston message board. Dude is spinning records at the show, and is therefore a bit biased, but he believes the show will be a great deal of fun:

So like – remember when you pledged to see more live bands in ’07? Have you done that yet? Neither have I, but I am starting on Saturday by seeing Paris Falls, Program and and Bright Men of Learning at the Proletariat.

Many people on this board are familiar with BMOL (http://www.wearebright.com/), especially Marshall, c:\ and bdm, who are actually in it. People with more music-writing experience than me call them indie country pop, but I find them more akin to the exact opposite experience of being stuck in an elevator with Stevie Nicks, Toby Keith and the audience at a Mucky Duck show all doing blow.

Paris Falls is a pretty new group by some of the kids that were in Meowcifer, including WTFing good drummer Mike Deleon, whose claim to fame also includes current ownership of the storried J. Relli MMT-8 midi recorder. The tracks on their myspace (http://www.myspace.com/parisfalls) obviate a welcome embrace of non-guitar primacy in their song’s melodies (which is how a bored douchebag might choose to otherwise say “organs? fck yeah!”). I’m pretty stoked at seing these kids live.

Also set to take the stage is Program. I don’t know anything about this stuff other than they are alleged to have 8 members, one of whom is Pete Tijerina. I checked out a track of theirs (at http://www.program-music.net/) and that kinda sealed the deal on going to this show rather than spending the night at Catbirds paying half attention to the trivia screen and some girl who is sad about her cat.

BUT – thanks to my near Chris Ryanesque command of the scene, I was able to fool the proletariat into letting me play records (and prolly some MP3s) between the bands. It’ll be pretty chill and Montreal sounding, but I can’t really help myself if I throw in the occasional banger, slammer, or Kelis remix (word is bomb!).