Tom Verlaine - The Ritz, New York City, December 21 / December 22, 1984
Uhh, who's that creepy dude in the parking lot? Nosferatu? Slender Man?!! Oh wait, it's just Tom Verlaine being Tom Verlaine. Yeah, we're going to hang out with Tom a little while longer this week after listening to him at CBGB in 1976 yesterday. Hey, I'm in charge here.
Today's tapes are from eight years later across town at the Ritz! Verlaine didn't play live a ton in 1984 (and he wouldn't play live again until 1987), but you wouldn't know it from the performances here, stretched across two wintry nights. He and his usual 1980s band (Fred Smith, Jay Dee Daugherty and Jimmy Ripp) are blazing throughout, giving the crowd some rare airings of the then-new Cover material, which would rarely be heard in the years to come — worthy stuff like "Let Go the Mansion," "Five Miles of You" and "Lindi-Liu." The strange spoken word bits before each evening's rendition of "Swim" are interesting, too. And of course, Television chestnuts like "Glory" and "Marquee Moon" are absolutely killer.
The Ritz recordings come from a new and exciting archival project — the Jeff Lazar Audio Collection! Things are just getting rolling, but already there are plenty of treasures from Lazar's stash, from the Butthole Surfers to Keiji Haino, from Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to Neil Young and the Bluenotes. Thanks to Jeff and all the folks behind the scenes for making it happen ... can't wait to see what they turn up.
Tom is gone, but Ripp and Daugherty recently announced TMOTV (The Music of Tom Verlaine), which should be cool — it also includes Jackson Smith, Patti's son. “We miss playing these songs almost as much as we miss Tom, and with these shows we’re hoping to keep his beautiful, bright spirit shimmering.” Check out Ripp's Instagram for future doings.
Verlaine Says: I always like junkyards. All this metal piled up — they're filled with pathos, those places. Much more pathos than most of the music I've heard. You look at it, and there's more feeling, even though it's depressing, than there is in a lot of music I hear these days. A junkyard is what it is, whereas listening to a record by, say, Styx, is something else.