US Summer Solo Shows
featuring Jeff Fielder on Guitar and Sean Wheeler & Zander Schloss opening

review by Lee Sherman
Leisureman http://leesherman.blogspot.com/2011/06/night-porter-mark-lanegan-at-hollywood.html
Mark Lanegan at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, June 12, 2011

The Night Porter. The Beast in Me. Oh, how long I’ve waited to see Mark Lanegan solo and acoustic. Here comes that Weird Chill. Twenty years after my first Screaming Trees show. In a cemetery, no less. What a night!
It was dusk when I arrived, but the moon was up and full already, shining down between the palm trees and headstones. The famous Hollywood sign greeted me as I turned the corner and traced the path from the parking lot back to the main gate. This was truly an inspired choice of venue and it set the tone for a rare performance from one of the most haunting voices in music. It’s been six or seven years since Lanegan has played solo in the states, though he toured Europe with guitarist Dave Rosser last year, and played the El Rey with Isobel Campbell as recently as last October. As great as that was, he was in a support role. These solo shows are a much more low-key affair and they are all about Lanegan. No time for solos or guitar noodling. This is the man: stark, raw and naked. I have nearly worn out the bytes on my bootleg copy of the Glasgow show, so it was a great relief to have scored tickets for this before it sold out.

The venue was located upstairs in the Masonic Lodge. A line some 200 people deep curved around the interior of a large anteroom near the merch table and a makeshift bar selling beer and wine. Openers Sean Wheeler and Zander Schloss were on hand to greet some friends and when the opened the doors to the hall I spotted Eric Erlandson (guitar, Hole) posing with a fan for a pic. The other Gutter Twin was also spotted; on my way out I bumped into Greg Dulli.

The hall was narrow and long, and well suited for film screenings as the vintage posters from Chinatown, Easy Rider and Star Wars indicated. Two mikes on stands fronted the shallow, low rising stage and along the back wall where five what I would have to call ‘thrones’ of various height and ornamentation. A five tiered candelabra stood stage left. One could easily picture the Knights Templar (or the Stone-cutters) conducting their rituals and ceremonies in this somber chamber. I doubt they could have pictured Sean Wheeler and Zander Schloss.

They were an unlikely seeming duo, coming from disparate backgrounds but with deep punk roots, the self-effacing Wheeler was intimidated by the crowd’s rapt silence and mentioned as much to the amusement of the audience. This weren’t no punk rock dive bar. His raspy demeanor and playful stage banter reminded me of a cross between Chris Isaak and Iggy Pop. Schloss looked like a punk-rock David Lindley, in his polyester suit and fat tie. They had some great tunes with a Palm Desert / Meat Puppets vibe going and killer harmonies. During Schloss’s bouzouki (which he later informed me was the Greek and not the Irish version) driven “Song about Songs” Wheeler draped himself across one of the thrones before rejoining on harmonies for the last chorus. Their road-, world-, love-, life-weary lyrics were heartfelt and humorous and their CD kept me awake throughout the 90 minute ride home.

Then it was time for Mark. Guitarist Jeff Fielder, whom I recognized from Isobel Campbell’s band, took the stage first to tune up. Then the lights dimmed and up the right side aisle came Mr. Lanegan, slouching, sullen and with his hands deep in his pockets. After the perfunctory greeting to end the applause Fielder began the measured arpeggio of “When Your Number Isn’t Up” and Lanegan took the mike with one hand and with the other grabbed the stand in the middle like it was the only thing holding him down to earth. Eyes closed, scowling for the night porter. Then one after the other they poured out, “No Easy Action”, “One Way Street”, “Don’t Forget Me”. Similar set-list to the European shows from the beginning, and if you don’t have those releases get them. Fielder definitely studied Rosser’s work in arranging his sparse accompaniment to fully compliment and bring The Voice to the fore. His handling of the Screaming Trees chestnut “Where the Twain Shall Meet” from 1989’s Buzz Factory stripped back the psychedelic veneer of the Conner brothers squalling guitars and laid the song bare, receding to almost to nothing under the whispered recitation of the verses and then swelling up again to crash upon the chorus.

Then came a real treat; new material. While it was a bit more rickety and less rehearsed and polished than the other numbers Lanegan offered up a solo arrangement of “Burning Jacob’s Ladder” recently released as a download with the video game “Rage”. It seemed like the bridge went a little long as Lanegan missed his cue to come in a with the final verse, but it made witnessing their interaction all the more exciting as he tried to recover. While it seems like a smile would crack his face, his sheepish shrug was an endearing moment of levity. Before ending the set he also included the Johnny Cash sung / Nick Lowe penned “Beast in Me” from the Hangover 2 soundtrack. While it was great to hear him step into the Man in Black’s shoes for a moment, I don’t feel he added as much of his own stamp to it, as he has with other covers (Dylan’s “Man in the Long Black Coat” for example). Still great that he is getting major soundtrack work. That should pay the rent between shows for awhile.

The show ended and there was no where to hide onstage, so after a brief pause behind the stage right curtain, Lanegan and Fielder stepped up for a five song encore, beginning with the early Pink Floyd cover “Julia Dream”. Then the haunting lament of “Bombed” stretched like Bubblegum across the room, 90 seconds of confession that made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. He closed with a long, raga-esque “Halo of Ashes” another Trees’ tune from 1996’s Dust. Once again, during the bridge he went off into outer (or inner?) space and at times it seemed like Fielder was trying to coax him into returning, accenting his notes at the top of each four bar turn-around to compel him back into the song, but Lanegan would just close his eyes and sway, and let him take another lap. Finally he came to and both belted out a final chorus, harmonizing the last note and letting it float over the crowd. As he exited I swear that note was still there somewhere high above us while we rose to our feet and applauded. And in typical Lanegan fashion, he was offstage and gone before it was finished.