We didn’t have time to set up an interview with Moon Hooch when they were in town last year, and we were darn lucky to catch James Muschler at a moment when the band was kind of (but not quite) stationary (they were going over a checklist before jumping back on the bus to start their new tour.
I have my shortcomings. We all do, I suppose, but language and communications are kinda supposed to be my thing, and when I’m at a loss for words, I get a little tweaked. Trying to describe Moon Hooch sends me in that direction. Maybe if I were a jazz cat, I’d have better luck, or if I hadn’t been kicked out of music theory in high school, never to return. I don’t know, Maybe then I could explain exactly how two saxophone players and a drummer can awaken an ancient desire to dance (I don’t dance) in me—and not just move in carefully thought out patterns of foot placement. We’re talking spontaneous luchings and possessed gyrations the world hasn’t seen since the Hamlin incident.