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ROLLING
STONE
| L.A.’s
Friday-Night Music Club |
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| Why are Michael
Stipe, Fiona Apple and Aimee Mann packing into this tiny
Hollywood venue? |
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| April 27, 2000 |
By DAVID
WILD
What passes
for stormy weather in Los Angeles is whipping past the kosher
markets and bagel spots along Fairfax Avenue. Tonight's rain
and lightning will likely keep the body count down at most trendy
Hollywood hot spots. Yet at 9 P.M. - an hour before showtime
- the homey club Largo is packed with 125 people for a performance
billed simply as Jon Brion and Friends. For three years running,
this has been one of the best and most low-key music events in
the city. Ten dollars at the door gets you a long, spontaneous
night of bohemian vaudeville during which Brion and friends like
Aimee Mann, Michael Penn, Grant Lee Phillips, E of Eels, Elliott
Smith, Robyn Hitchcock and Fiona AppIe - as well as the stray
superstar - boldly play without a net.
Across the street from the legendary Canter's deli - where
the Kibbitz Room hosted star-studded, pastrami-fueled rock
jams in
the early Nineties - something too good and genuine to be called
a scene is once again taking place. In this capital of hype and
glory, Largo's community of musicians and comedians represents
something totally different. Instead of a crowd of A&R men
checking their cell phones, Largo attracts audiences who come to
listen. What's more, the powers that be - namely singer-songwriter
Brion (who's produced albums for Apple and Mann) and club owner
Mark Flanagan - don't seem too anxious to spread the word about
this good, often great thing.
"What Jon and Mark have done at Largo is important," says Fiona
Apple. "It's a reminder of what music really should be
all about. So many shows, even the shows that I'm doing, get
overcast
by the business aspect, the pressures of who's there and who's
reviewing. At Largo, it's all about what you want it to be
about when you go on the stage. It's possible to do anything
you want
and have it be fun. And as long as Jon Brion is there, he's
an orchestra and a seven-piece band in one. You're not going
to make
a fool of yourself, because Jon is there to catch you."
Yes, the famous do regularly come by on Fridays at Largo -
Michael Stipe has played, Elvis Costello and Neil Young have
checked
it out. Neil Finn recently thrilled a crowded house. Tonight,
Tom
Petty is here for the first time, tucked away in a booth with
his daughter Adria and Heartbreaker Benmont Tench, who has
become a
regular on keyboards. Hanging upstairs are Smith and director
Paul Thomas Anderson, a Largo booster who populated Magnolia
and its
soundtrack with club regulars, including owner Flanagan, who
appears briefly in the film's opening moments. Told that he
stole the picture,
Flanagan laughs. "Of course, Cruise is getting the fucking
Oscar for it," he says, his Irish accent still heavy after
almost a decade in LA.
Yes, Tom Cruise has been here too, but for the Largo faithful,
stargazing is almost beside the point. Indeed, the biggest
star is Brion, who has played cat-and-mouse games with mainstream
success over the years. A late- Nineties so1o deal with Atlantic
ended
with Brion leaving the label before releasing anything; a
VHI pilot that captures some of the spirit of Largo hasn't
been
picked
up.
His new record is scheduled to come out this spring, though;
it will be available on the Web through Artist Direct. Brion,
well
provided for by his production and session work, hardly seems
hungry for success. A bright hipster given to thrift-store
chic, he's
too cool to pander, a sensibility he shares with Largo.
"This is not a scene for being a scene - not the place where you're
most likely to spot a supermodel," Brion says. "The reason
those well-known people are here is for the quality of experience,
the quality of performance and the quality of Flanagan."
One of the qualities that has endeared Flanagan to countless
artists is his ability to nurture a supportive group
of patrons. "Over
the years, Flanagan has beaten the audience into a quiet submission
that we touchy-feely singer-songwriters appreciate," says
E, who tested out much of the material for Eels' recent album at
the club.
Flanagan has little patience for people who talk loudly
or get unruly during the show. "I have gone over to a whole table
of six, bought their dinner, given them their money back and just
said, 'You know what, guys, you've got the wrong place,' " Flanagan
says, though he emphasizes that he always gives a warning first.
Brion also takes extreme measures to ensure respect
for Largo performers. "The
first year we were doing this, it was very militant," he says. "The
point is that there are hundreds of bars you can go to just to
drink or pick people up or ignore the band that's playing at huge,
deafening levels."
Flanagan first dabbled in putting on eclectic live
shows while a student at Trinity College in Dublin,
promoting
friends like
the Hothouse Flowers. He came to Los Angeles in the
early Nineties to teach psychology but soon found
himself filling
a void in
a music scene that had largely become a pay-to-play
tangle of hair
bands. He started organizing nights at Largo and
eventually became a part owner of the club before
leaving to book
shows independently
for several years. In 1997, Largo was handed back
to him by a wise bankruptcy judge, and almost immediately
the
place made
a splash.
Rickie Lee Jones played opening night, and k.d. lang
was in the
audience. A couple of days later, Flanagan's close
friend Brion reluctantly hosted his first Friday
gig.
When Flanagan
offered
him Fridays, Brion recalls, "I actually chewed him out. I
said, 'You're my best friend - don't put me on the breadwinner
night of your club.' " Brion asked for Tuesdays, but Flanagan
had confidence.
There were twenty customers for the first show and
a few sparsely attended Friday nights after that,
but within
several more
weeks the show became one of the hottest in town.
In fact,
one of Flanagan's
biggest problems at Largo is keeping industry types
from overrunning his joint. The issue came to a
head when
the club was home
to Andy Prieboy's musical extravaganza, White Trash
Wins Lotto. "It
was challenging, because I don't do industry showcases," Flanagan
says. "It was a big attention grabber, but then the fire marshal
came in one night and closed me because we were over capacity by
six people."
Following tonight's opening act, Jeff McGregor,
a clearly jet-lagged Brion takes the stage with
characteristic
informality. "As
usual, I'm clueless," he says. "Now what?"
What follows is a mix of audience favorites (many
of which are featured on his new record), covers,
requests
and ragged
singalongs.
At one point, Brion cuts short his ragtime-y
take on Ratt's "Round
and Round." "That's as much of Ratt as I'm going to do,
even with some beers in me," Brion declares. "I have
some scruples."
Around midnight, Brion calls out, "Elliott, you around?" and
soon Elliott Smith joins him onstage for a stunning take on the
Kinks' "Sunny Afternoon." Petty doesn't get onstage tonight
- and no one pushes the point - but if history teaches us anything,
he'll likely be back.
When things bog down at one point, Brion
declares self-mockingly, "Folks,
we're experiencing a lull - this is a professional lull." But
even the lulls are lively, and the highs - including a surf-and-turf
medley that starts with "Pipeline" and evolves into "Riders
on the Storm," "Tequila," the Pink Panther theme
and "Secret Agent Man," featuring Tench and drummer Dan
McCarroll - are sublime and silly.
"You can get applause for playing 'Riders on the Storm' as a surf
song!" muses Tench. "What a wonderful world."
To Brion, the fact that artists who can
play far bigger rooms for better money
so fully
embrace the Largo experience
is
indicative of a hunger out there. "I think the way people promote records
now has largely disposed of intimacy," he says.
Brion admits that Largo isn't for everyone. "I'm sure you'd
find tons of people who think it's absolute indulgent bullshit," he
says. "Like any religion, you're going to find naysayers."
Brion calls Flanagan's commitment
to Largo "a cultural service
- them's big words, but I honestly believe it. I'm surprised there
aren't more Largos, even around town. What I wanted to see happen
is performers take themselves less seriously and audiences take
themselves more seriously. I'm tired of half-assed experiences."
Brion admits he feels spoiled by
the freedom at Largo. "I
fit very well in this little pond," he says. "I've got
a lot of room to swim around."
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