The Rocks Off 100: Charlie Horshack, LP4's Guitar Warrior
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Who? Charlie Horshack (his nom de rock) was a high-school saxophone player who asked for an electric guitar for Christmas. He started trying to get a band off the ground without really bothering learning to play.
Eventually, he managed to work his way through several bands before moving to Houston to attend UH. He picked back up his sax for an improve group called The Democratic Art, which brought him to the attention of Ramon Medina and the Linus Pauling Quartet.
Medina asked Horshack to add some sax for a tune called "Omi Domi," and he eventually worked his way up to the band's full-time sax player. It was never really his instrument, though, and after hitting a wall to his talent he returned to playing the guitar, now for LP4. He just contributed to the band's 17th release, Find What You Love and Let it Kill You, which may be one of the band's best short works ever. Horshack certainly adds to the greatness of the EP with his solid, jangling guitars that call to mind everything from the Beatles to Gordon Lightfoot.
Home Base: Linus Pauling Quartet practices in on Sterrett Street. He dislikes writing alone, drawing from his improv background and feeling that music should be a social activity. He rarely practices at home, getting his chops up either working with LP4 or with the likes of Fist of Kong, Olympus MONS, and The Mess.
Photo by Nari Mann
Horshack does occasionally compose by himself for solo act, Charlie Naked, but he considers that editing more than actual practice.
Rudyard's is his favorite place to play. He's been going there as a fan ever since he moved to Houston, seeing LP4 in 1995 long before he became a member. He likes the cozy atmosphere, consistently top-rated sound engineering, and the professional atmosphere. Like a lot of bands that play Rudz consistently, he feels it's like a second home.
Good War Story: "Probably the worst show Linus ever played was at Mary Jane's in the last days before it turned into Fat Cats or the Pearl Bar or whatever," he says. "It was a Hands Up Houston show with Oneida headlining, and we were one of a number of bands on the bill."
However, because there were so many bands there we had to show up really early to get loaded in, and me and another member of the band ended up spending a lot of time out in the parking lot taking increasingly large swigs off of a bottle of whiskey, which was doubly problematic as I'd only eaten a half a sandwich for dinner. By the time we played, we were both completely hammered.
I broke two strings, spent WAY too much time between songs talking about how drunk I was, and the second the show was over, I went to the back patio (which was deserted) and passed out on the bar. I woke up around 3 a.m., when everyone was leaving. The only review of that show I ever read was from a French guy who was in town in the audience who wrote something about how embarrassing it must've been to be the 'bunch of drunk old guys' at the show.
That stung, but I seriously curtailed my drinking after that, so I guess it did some good.