Concert Review: Robbie Fulks, Abbey Pub, Chicago, December 31
At first it was confusing: a guy in a Slash wig and Al Jourgensen-style
crushed cowboy hat churning on guitar. Then the melody emerged. He was playing
"Auld Lang Syne" like Jimi Hendrix's version of "The Star-Spangled Banner."
And it only got better from there. The rest of the band, including Robbie
himself, joined the guitarist. But Robbie was almost unrecognizable. Yes,
the guy playing country music was wearing a silver lamé shirt, glam
rock make-up including blue eye shadow, "sculpted" cheekbones and star on
his cheek, and a "rock star" wig, like Tina Turner's 'do, but with optic
fibers that blinked. Taking into account the music and the visuals, my friend
asked, "Are you familiar with the expression 'cognitive dissonance'?"
I generally don't like country music, alt- or otherwise, because I can't
get past the twang. Robbie has no shortage of twang, but I like him anyway.