Rockin' with Roky Erickson

Make text smaller Make text larger

There were no explanations or apologies. No long VH1 "Storytellers"-like interludes between songs. Surely everyone in the audience Saturday night at [Castle Clinton] was of that ilk that likes a good, long horror story with their guitar rock, but, like his appearance at the [Bowery Ballroom]( in late April, [Roky Erickson](’s between-song banter was limited, almost entirely to a few quiet, if heartfelt, “thank yous.” This time out, however, Roky had a new band in-tow, and the storytelling, motormouthed lead guitarist of The Explosives was replaced by a younger and decidedly less-talkative version, forcing Erickson to add “it’s good to see New York,” into his spoken repertoire toward the show’s end.

After a half-decade spent receiving electroshock in a state-run Texas mental hospital, Erickson’s relative wordlessness was the least surprising aspect of his third-ever NYC show (the first two, having both occurred a near two months before). Backed by a tight foursome, including a pedal steel and rambunctious lead guitarist, Erickson tore through a repertoire, comprised almost entirely of the his post-asylum solo-career—songs about two-headed dogs and creatures with atom brains—with all of the fire and soulful shrieks of those original recordings, tossing in a version the classic Animals cover,”Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood,” and of course, the 13th Floor Elevator’s old Nuggets staple, “You’re Gonna Miss Me.” There was never a sense of the [Brian Wilson] deer-in-headlights syndrome we’ve come to know and love from the post-SMiLe-era Brian Wilson.

For an hour and a half, under the clear lower-Manhattan sky, Roky Erickson was back, and no one in the packed monument could take their eyes off. Looks like he was missed, after all.

Photo courtesy of [thetripwirenyc].

Make text smaller Make text larger




Subscribe to our mailing list

* indicates required
Neighborhood Newsletters