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RAW Kinder's first outings, before they had a name and when they still had a
couple of extra musical limbs, filled the Anchorage with a late-summer air
redolent of early Grace Slick back in 1995. (The Anchorage is a set of
vaulted stony rooms and a sometime performance space under the far end of
Brooklyn Bridge, and Grace Slick was not all that air was redolent of, ahem.)
Home Office Records, not yet even a spare gleam in Mr. Cyrano's eye, was
there at those early shows in mufti, and we were enthralled even back then.
In and among the erratic storytellers and the clumsy bus-and-truck acrobats
(and the guy who lip-synched to Frank Sinatra whilst eating roses, drinking
Tabasco sauce and smearing mayonnaise on his face--we kid you not) there was
a sense of something magical brewing. We think we called it right.
Not long after, the band settled into its current line-up and landed a regular bi-weekly gig at the Pyramid on Avenue A, performing short sets for friends and the appreciative d.b.a. crowd in the back upstairs room among the female impersonators and the lingerie-clad dancers contorting on the front bar. There Renée found space to scout the reaches of her voice, and the band evolved with her from recitation into the early reaches of song.
Were you at those early shows?
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