Thursday, August 04, 2016

NEW Video "La Araña"

Kid Congo & The Pink Monkey Birds
'La Araña'
Deep in the heart of San Gabriel Valley there is a party brewing, and you’re invited. Not just any party, but a counter culture happening of the Chicano variety. If Fellini were born and raised in the SGV, this would be his scene (or definitely his roots). A cross section of brown and beautiful eccentric types from every walk of Southern California life just dancing, prancing, and romancing. A celebration in the key of enlivenment.
Director – Alex von Alex
Producer – Alexander Terrazas
Executive Producers – Elvia Lahman & Todd Lahman
Directors of Photography – Michael Ruggirello & Xander Zubitov
Production Design – Elvia Lahman & Todd Lahman
Editor – Michael Ruggirello
Unit Production Manager // FIrst Assistant Director – Gilbert Martinez
Second Assistant Director – Andre Soto
Assistant Camera & Grip - Isaiah Reza-Soto
Hair & Make Up – Veronica Chanel, Esther Vasquez, Laura Lucky Martin
a ské üblé production

Kid Congo & The Pink Monkey Birds - "La Araña" (Official Video) from ské üblé productions on Vimeo.

Friday, July 08, 2016

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Kid Congo The Pink Monkey Birds Europe / UK TOUR Dates June/July 2015

08/06/16 FR Toulouse        CANCELLED BY VENUE Sorry!!!
09/06/16 FR Paris              Point Ephemere
10/06/16 FR Biarritz           Wheels & Waves
11/06/16 FR Bordeaux       Vicious Soul festival ! ( le block)
12/06/16 FR Lorient            Le Galion
13/06/16 FR Brest              Le Petit Minou 
14/06/16 FR La Rochelle   La Sirene
15/06/16 SP Barcelona      La Marula 
16/06/16 SP Valencia         Magazine club 
17/06/16 PT Lisboa            Wonderland Party
18/06/16 ES Madrid           Wurlitzer ballroom 
19/06/16 ES Pampluna      Nebula bar W/ Kim Salmon! 
21/06/16 UK Manchester      Deaf Institute
22/06/16 UK Newcastle        The Cluny
23/06/16 UK Edinburg          Voodoo Room
24/06/16 UK Belfast             Voodoo
25/06/16 IE Dublin               Grand Social

26/06/16 IE  CORK         venue TBA
27/06/16 UK Bath                CANCELLED BY VENUE SORRY! 

28/06/16 UK Leeds             Brudenell Social Club
29/06/16 UK Cardiff            The Globe
30/06/16 UK London            Nambucca
02/07/16 IT Salsomaggiore        Beat Festival
06/07/16 NL Amsterdam           Eudipus Brewing
07/07/16 NL Groningen             Vera
08/07/16 NL Nijmegen               Murleyn
09/07/16 BE Gierle                    Sjock Festival

Friday, January 22, 2016

"La Araña Es La Vida" Tour May 2016. New LP out April 22. added Portland, ME 5/22!!!

Kid Congo & The Pink Monkey Birds New Album: La Araña Es La Vida
Out April 22nd via In The Red Records
North American Tour Begins May 3rd
Photo: Rick Marr
Kid Congo & The Pink Monkey Birds' fourth and strongest album yet for In The Red Records“La Araña Es La Vida”, summons the Mexican muse of The Great Spider Goddess of Teoticuhan, who sprouts hallucinogenic morning glories and protects the underworld, or in Kid’s eyes, the world of underground music.  Recorded at The Harveyville High School gym in Kansas, Guitar slinger and singer, the legendary Kid Congo Powers (The Gun Club, The Cramps, Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds), bassist Kiki Solis (Baby Baby Dance With Me, Knife in The Water, Rhythm of Black Lines), drummer Ron Miller (Switch Hitter, Up The Academy) are joined by Chicano, Mosrite playing guitarist Mark Cisneros( Des Demonas,Medications, Deathfix) on this self-produced ball of wax.
 “La Araña Es La Vida” rocks n rolls it’s way thru a planet of Glamazons (Psychic Future), blisters with the tricks of a “Magic Machine” then gets to work out a low rider groove on “Chicano Studies”.  Tales of gender bending, disembodied heads, gente from La Puente and even a TCB-era, Elvis-inspired rave up on “Karate Monkey” is merely a smatter of the magic on this platter.
A limited number of vinyl comes with a limited edition flexi disk; a cover of the Psychedelic Furs“We Love You”, plus an original tune; “Anything To Say", with the CD featuring a bonus track; “Nasty Hat”, as well as featuring completely different artwork from the vinyl.
The world is a wild and woolly place and with “La Araña”, Kid Congo & The Pink Monkey Birds will continue to mirror it.
Orale! Living La Vida Araña! pre-order

5/3/2016 San Diego CA Soda Bar tix
5/4/2016 Los Angeles CA Echo w/ Mind Meld   tix
5/5/2016   San Francisco CA Thee Parkside tix
5/6/2016 Portland OR Dante’s  tix
5/7/2016 Vancouver BC Rickshaw Theatre  tix
5/8/2016 Seattle WA Sunset Tavern  tix
5/11/2016    Brooklyn NY The Bell House  w/ SAVAK  tix
5/12/2016   Washington DC Comet Ping Pong W/ Escape-Ism and Lightbeams   tix
5/13/2016   Philadelphia PA Kung Fu Necktie  tix
5/14/2016   Pittsburgh PA Brillobox   tix
5/15/2016  Cleveland OH Now That's Class w/ Thomas Torrent tix
5/16/2016    Cincinnati OH MOTR Pub ( FREE show!) info

5/17/2016    Chicago IL Schubas Tavern  tix
5/18/2016    Detroit MI Lager House  tix
5/19/2016    Toronto ON Silver Dollar   tix
5/20/2016   Montreal QC Le Ritz w/ The Adam Brown  tix
5/21/2016   New Haven CT Cafe Nine  tix
5/22/16    Portland ME Space Gallery    tix5

5/23/2016  Providence RI Aurora (Free Show!)  info

Read the interview with Kid on life with The Cramps, The Gun Club and Nick Cave on Dangerous Minds here

Read Kid's article on 'How I Came Out Of The Closet And Into The Street' on Huffington Post here

There are few figures in rock that have the impressive resume Kid Congo has....a singular presence in every important scene …” Noisey

"Kid Congo's career is one for the (music) history books." Westword

"For as much as Powers' legend has been cemented in punk's history books, he's not out to promote a nostalgia trip; instead, he's interested in sharing new music. His current group, the Pink Monkey Birds, is still somewhat informed by the spirit of the early punk scene in which Powers came of age...he can't get over how cool it is when people come up to him after one of his live sets to tell him how important his music has been to them." OC Weekly

"...a true veteran of the garage rock game, proving that such raucous fun can never die – at least in the hands of a master!" KCRW

"Brewing together garage rock, horror punk, surf, broken blues, and sounds more exotic still..."
Washington City Paper

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

The Pink Monkey Birds would not be so named without you David Bowie! R.I.P.

The Pink Monkey Birds would not be so without you David Bowie! R.I.P. Our cover of "Cracked Actor" on Five Greasy Pieces limited box set (now out of print) 

Tuesday, December 01, 2015

On World Aids Day revisiting an article I wrote in 2014 for Huffington Post on the subject of coming out amid punk and the onset of AIDS. So many friends and peers are still missed.

On World Aids Day revisiting an article I wrote in 2014 for Huffington Post on the subject of coming out amid punk and the onset of AIDS. So many friends and peers are still missed.
Ever since I can remember, I have loved rock and roll music. I loved it even before I knew that rock and roll was all about sex. After all, I was three-years-old. I did know that "Who Wears Short Shorts" by The Royal Teens and "Blue Moon" by The Marcels tickled my funny bone and made me laugh even barely out of babyhood. My sisters would play the 45s on our parents' Hi-fi console stereo, and I loved watching them spin around, the colors of the labels as hypnotic as the songs themselves. Then, a few years later, as a preteen, I watched my teenage sisters and cousins getting dressed and ready to go out dancing to an East L.A. Chicano band called Thee Midniters. 
Their excitement about the night's event was palpable -- chattering, dancing and primping in front of the mirror. I didn't know who or what Thee Midniters were, but I knew that the teens excitement was what I wanted, and that music was the conduit. It's a 1967 snapshot seared in my brain so strongly, but I didn't equate this picture with sex. After all, I was 8-years-old. A year or so later, my older cousins listened to Jimi Hendrix's "Axis Bold As Love" LP and I sang along and marveled that a guitar could sound like a spaceship taking off. I had an artist neighbor, Steve Escandon, that took on a mentor role and introduced me to The Mothers of Invention's Freak Outalbum, and R. Crumb comics like The Furry Freak Brothers. My mom would buy me copies of my beloved Mad Magazine when she went grocery shopping. I was scared of Santa Claus, and loved having my photo taken with Frankenstein at the Movieland Wax Museum. At grade school, I knew I liked dancing, sharp clothes and things the other kids didn't like. I was outside my peer group. I was not at all cynical; I just thought these things were boss!
It was a few years later when sex, or sexuality, came into play for me; David Bowie and glam rock was all the rage in 1973. I was 14, and I read in Creem magazine about a place called Rodney Bingenheimer's English Disco, where all the glam stars hung out. Plus, there were great looking teenage groupies! I couldn't bear the thought of being left out, so I would sneak out of my parents' house at night in my homemade satin outfit and catch the bus to Hollywood to make the scene. Luckily, once there, I found a group of other teenagers drinking Ranier Ale in the back alley, because we were too young to get in the club. Somehow, later in the evening, we all ended up inside the club bumping, grinding and posing on the mirrored dance floor. All the men in the place were flamboyant and rock star femme. However, I noticed all the older men were trying to get girls, while the younger boys were just there to be gay, fashionable and dancing around music and musicians and excitement. The girls were all necking with each other. I was in heaven. I had found a home.
David Bowie was the perfect fantasy and foil for the teenage gay kid at the time. He was a rock star, androgynous, hedonistic and an alien from outer space, typifying exactly what a gay teenager experienced. We felt like aliens growing into our bodies and experimenting with alcohol and drugs. I could relate to the Bowie image -- hook, line and sinker. I soon had my first anonymous oral sex in a back alley, and got to know the enjoyment and thrill of clandestine fear -- feeling good, scared and so grown up. Now I knew that sexuality was part of rock and roll!
After a brief detour into disco music and the discothèque (hey, I was young and it's where the gay glammers went), Punk Rock emerged in 1976. By this time, I was the respectable age of 17 and had another outsider movement I could claim as my own. The androgyny of Patti Smith was perfect, and her same sex version of "Gloria," which starts with the line: "Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine," was all I needed to hear at that juncture. Despite the macho aggro stance of punk, many gay men and women spearheaded the L.A. scene. Musicians, fashion designers, artists, photographers and street sex workers were all attracted to create this enduring community. The glam rock space aliens turned into monsters. We were the Blank Generation that wanted to scare the hell out of you and shake up the status quo. For the gay kids, that included the homosexual status quo. We did not fit into the "clone" or "disco" mentality of the late 70s. For us, first wave punk rock gays, we weren't interested in being "out" because to us, labels were strictly taboo. We believed we were a subculture that was not seeking acceptance from the outside world. It was a pretty separatist attitude. Fuck the system, or stay away. That didn't mean we couldn't fuck or had to hide. However, in our insular, hedonistic world, our homosexuality was rarely discussed, making a strange dichotomy. We were fine with it.
It wasn't until the early 1980s when the AIDS epidemic hit our community that we had to stand up and start shouting. Personally, I lost several punk rock music friends in Los Angeles, San Francisco and New York in the first wave of the epidemic. Louie Beeson, our soundman, Jef Miller, a huge presence and music fan, singer Klaus Nomi in New York, and Butch, the leather boot collector in Los Angeles. These friends were the tip of the iceberg. I hardly knew what hit me. We didn't know what hit us. The "gay cancer" baffled, was mutating and scared the hell out of those affected directly or indirectly. President Ronald Reagan would not acknowledge, or utter one word about AIDS as an emergency situation. It got worse and my close punk artist community was pissed off, frantic and in deep emotional pain. 
If we, and our counterparts in other major cities, were still space aliens or monsters, we knew how to get attention. Act Up sprung up with civil disobedience and a strong message that we must be seen. It was at this time, a new generation of punks erupted with the Queercore scene. Punk left behind the "labels are taboo" credo in favor of being loud support for the GLBT community, and empowering us from the pain and ignorance towards AIDS. It was the grass roots organizations that supported. Years went by, many more friends in the arts died. More support and more awareness are at hand. It's still sad and the pain and loss of those friends is still with me. For me, AIDS was the defining moment for this punk rocker to "come out of the closet and into the streets."