Tuesday, February 13, 2007

What's Pink, Black, and Toppie all over?

Pink Nasty's name is a bit of a misnomer. If you've ever met the infamous Sara Beck of Pink Nasty, you'll agree that Pink Pleasant would be more appropriate. That being said, let's start at the beginning...

This past Saturday, Trent and I made our way up Interstate 35, out of Dallas, past Lewisville, and into Denton. The intent? An evening of music and revelries f
eaturing Toppie Haynes, The Black, and culminating in some sweet serenades from Pink Nasty. As we pulled up to Hailey's Club, we collectively sighed a sigh of relief that there isn't the usual long line out the door. We parked, entered the club, and realized that no one (and I do stress, NO ONE) was there. Not even the door girl. A guy at the bar yelled over "Hey guys, whaaaaat's up?" After verifying that yes, Pink Nasty would be playing tonight, we decided to hightail it out of there and come back when it was less vacant. On the drive up, we had seen one of those carnivals set up in a mall parking lot, and thought that that might be fun for a little while. Trent proceeded to snap off some tentative photos of Carnie-folk, while I just sort of wandered around. Having spent a good hour mulling about the Carnival Grounds/Golden Triangle parking lot, we decided to head back to the club. Which we did, only to find that, while the bar had populated, still, no one was out on the concert floor. Our reaction? "YES!" We had front row seats (steps, if you've ever been to Hailey's) for all three acts.

The first artist, Toppie Haynes, was a solo guitarist-singer who played indie-folk ballads, which were pleasant, but could have used some backing to add just a little bit of depth. Heck, by the middle of each song, even I was making up harmony parts in my head, havin
g never even heard his songs before. But who knows, maybe that's a good thing... Also unfortunately, his amp was turned up to like, eleven, which, had there again, been a backing band (or a crowd) would have been fine. But since it was just me and Trent, it just ended up drowning out his vocals and harming the eardrums of his only two audience members.


The Black, the second band of the night, was a very fun Rock/Pop/Country trio with the additional member, Sara "Pink Nasty" Beck on bass, which lead singer David Longoria divulged was her first time performing with them. I'm glad he shared this with us, because knowing that, I was really really impressed. Outside of one or two flubs in the entire 45 minute set, their songs was succinct, with catchy melodies, endearing instrumental solos, and, the best part, wonderful rhythmic breakdowns, all well polished and delivered, as all good Rock/Pop/Country should, with a bit of bravado. Some of the most fun I've had listening to a modern blues-country band in quite a while.




Finally, it was time for Pink Nasty. Ms Sara Beck began her set solo, alone on stage with an Epiphone hollowbody, a Fender combo amp, and a pirate style, ruffled-neck cowboy shirt. Her voice, at that moment, made the entire night worth waiting for. If you're reading this and have not heard her sing, it's a pleasure that I highly recommend. Seriously. I know, you
're thinking to yourself that a name like Pink Nasty can't possibly denote beauty and sophistication, right? As I said earlier, more apt would be the name Pink Pleasant, because that really is more descriptive of her musical stylings. However, Pink Nasty is perfect for her, and plus, she was born with it (see the upcoming interview post). The rest of the concert was less sensational, not to say that it was bad, but it was mostly full band, which was very nice and very fun in its own rite, but in all truth, I'm a sucker for the soft stuff, the vulnerability of a solo artist who's worth her spit. I did enjoy though her unwillingness to simply fall into the typical western musical progressions and patterns (as in the classical Western European/American sense), throwing in dissonance and resolution in unexpected places, challenging the audience (all five or six of us) to perk up and listen. I also was thoroughly impress with her guitar playing; As a guitarist myself, I could really relate with the way she played, and I could almost tangibly see where and how the music was being made. I will mention that the very last song for Pink Nasty, was a wonderful song, performed solo once again, by none other than Usher. Who knew Pink Nasty was an Usher fan?

For more on the concert, check the upcoming post of the interview that we managed to snag with Sara Beck of Pink Nasty after the concert.





Words: John , Photos: Trent

1 comment:

The Pensees said...

we want pictures of the carnival.