What could be romantic to Mike Watt?
I don't normally cotton to fusion, but I love the new Mike Watt organ trio, the Secondmen. They're sort of a Medeski, Minutemen, and Wood, or maybe Watt's punk version of the Meters. At the Turf Club last night, they played Minutemen's "One Reporter's Opinion" alongside the frenetic new songs. With Minneapolis guitarist Terry Eason (who opened), they ripped through Blue Oyster Cult's "The Red and the Black," a favorite Minutemen cover. Yeah, D. Boon is an inescapable presence in Watt's show. Stickers of the late singer hung on the organ, drums, and bass.
Before the Secondmen were finished they played Television's "Little Johnny Jewel" (I didn't recognize it, but hey, I got geek-fan points for knowing Watt's cover of Daniel Johnston's "Walking the Cow"). Oh, and Watt launched into an ad lib rant about... um, something about not letting anyone else tell you what to be, about being in the state capital ("St. Paul," Watt said. "Governin' town"). Something about love.
"Now go start your own band!" he yelled at the end of it all. And as strains of "A Love Supreme" rose from the PA, he went about signing every last damn one of those stickers and tee shirts that fans were buying. On my poster, he wrote: "Love and bass, Mike Watt."
"This is 20 years for me," I told him. I figure he'd heard that before. Later I was making my way out the exit, and he reached over and shook my hand again. "20 years!" he said. "20 years!"








