Once a week FWN features a show poster from the Fort.
This week's featured show poster summons the visage of Edward the Confessor to promote a delectable serving of stoner party-psych doom in the form of Terminus (AR), The Good Kind of Mushroom, Acid Carousel, Summit, & Smokey Mirror tomorrow night, Tuesday, Jan. 10th at Lola's Saloon. The show starts at 8:30pm, event details posted here.
Julian Cedillo, guitarist for The Good Kind of Mushroom, assembled this sublime scene of antiquity vs. modernity (looking back in our 'Show Poster' series, this is now a third time we have chosen a poster that plays in this space).
In Cedillo's image, this unceasing conflict jumps out at you: a portrayal of 11th century King of England Edward the Confessor waving his hand - as if to offer up the night's list of performances - amidst a backdrop of '70s paisley wallpaper and psychedelic hourglass sand stamped with vinyl record typeface instructing its patrons to "Bring Your Homies!"
Throw in the buccaneering 18th century vintage skull & crossbones and you have iconography from four different eras concurrently on display. Speaking of, every time I look upon it, my eyes sink like pirate ships in some Caribbean bay, struggling to make sense of the ravishing mayhem set before me.
Side bonus: Edward the Confessor, unlike most saints, did not achieve sainthood via martyrdom. We all know martyrdom makes for the best heroes but if you can manage sainthood without dying to do so?? Well shit, idk, seems like the ultimate life hack if you ask me.
A life hack is exactly what this strong hallucinatory lineup provides on what is otherwise not considered a likely night for crazy good rock shows; it's Tuesday party time y'all!
about the word writer person:
Prewitt Scott-Jackson writes Dad poetry & short fiction when he's not hyping and typing for Fort Worth Noise. His writing can be found in Ghost City Press (New York), Five 2 One Magazine (Los Angeles), Prairie Schooner (University of Nebraska Press) and Sick Lit Magazine (Texas), among others. He prefers short walks on the beach because – and I quote – “It’s really hard to walk on sand.”