Thrift Bakery, the musical group
Thrift Bakery, the Musical Group
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Melodic, quirky indie pop music with dashes of rap and hip hop
Melodic, quirky indie pop music with dashes of rap and hip hop
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To be induced and reduced as we proceed
We should have kept renting movies from the library
We were living on Spring Street in Winston-Salem, just off of I-40, near "Old Salem," the historic district. The Riff had opened in an old brick building nearby, and I walked in with a demo cassette to ask for a booking. The manager did not listen to it and just said, with tape in hand, that he would book us on the strength of our recording. We had maybe eight songs, some of which you can find on "Freshness Test." Our songs were and are short. Bob Hair rented a movie projector and black and white instructional movies from the library, which were played before our set.
I literally chose our prerecorded patterns during and between songs from the Yamaha drum machine with the benefit of a tiny lamp and rapped as well. To my recollection, the show was tight, the sound system sufficient. Bob is friends with Mitch Easter, and he came along with Angie Carlson, so I can say half of the current lineup of Let's Active was at the show. I said hello to them. I can't remember much else other than we considered it a success.
This gig was cursed from the start.
Bob Hair knew some people who rented out a former men's clothing store for a party and he talked them into getting T.B. to play, for good money. We had the cassette release "Tasty Cakes" floating around and our sound was heavily percussive.
What's the problem you might ask? To start with, Dlux had been pestering this influential Raleigh club owner and impresario, Harry something, for a show, and he finally relented. But it was the same night as the party. So the Raleigh show was cancelled and we never got in there.
The men's clothing store still had the wooden shelves up, and our sound was bouncing off the shelves and then the walls. But the crowd was open-minded and dancing; we had a dub-step sound before it existed. The show was going OK, until a fellow I will generously call a "local" came up after one song, perhaps "Permanent," and said something like this:
"I know what you are trying to do and I don't like your music. You suck and you should play something we know and like."
Bob got so offended that he immediately stopped the show, and we packed up and left.