Corn Mo Through Ear Plugs Is Still Awesome
by Will
First of all, Corn Mo is God. He performed at the UCBT’s Halloween Party last night and kicked the shit out of everyone there. Gavin Speiller was walking through the back to put his bag down in the green room and was frozen, mid-stride, by the awesomeness and couldn’t move until it was over. The Last Car, the other band, was also awesome but none could deny the power of the headliner.
I experienced the entire show in an altered state, not from drugs or alcohol but from wearing ear plugs. Corn Mo politely passed out a bin of foam ear plugs to start his set which is the humblest expression of “I’m about to be bad ass; take care” that I can think of. I took a pair for the hell of it, squished them and inserted them into my ear.
You guys ever wear ear plugs? It was a powerfully trippy experience. I could hear them un-crinkle in my ears, and as they did felt the world fall away. Suddenly I could hear my every breath, and hear my feet thud on the ground when I tapped my foot. A blissful wall of muted-ness covered me — with Corn Mo still coming through loud and clear. It made things solitary but pleasant. I wore them this morning on the subway ride and the entire commute felt like a dream. I may be addicted. Who knew?
Separate note, again on Morrissey: Chris Gethard, an avowed Morrissey fan, tells a great story of almost making it on stage at his Sunday show. He told me this story at Harold Night, but he ended it with this. “I know what I’m about to say is a hyperbolic statement, but I think Morrissey is… (considers) my favorite person on the planet.”
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I wore earplugs for the bar exam — immediate, terrifying solitude in a giant room of nervous people at the Javits Center, with only the quiet hum of your own grave and resigned bravery to listen to.
And on planes sometimes, although I think if you do that you’re supposed to leave them in the whole time until right before landing.
Corn Mo rocks WAYYY too hard for such a nice guy. That level of rock is usually reserved for douche bags and assholes.
Corn Mo rocked!
There should be a Cat Mo.
Corn Mo is great. What an amazing voice the guy has. At a Halloween show years ago, I made the mistake of heckling “shut up and play yer accordion” when he began a story. Understandably, he yelled back and consequently we got the long version of the story. I chatted with him later, explaining that I was just making a Frank Zappa reference and that it was actually a backwards compliment (he’s quite a good accordion player), but apologized nonetheless. He was really cool about it, and even felt bad I think.
Also, I’m an idiot, and generally a terrible heckler.