Wednesday, November 29, 2006
best yardsale purchase ever
Except for those dudes who discover long-lost Renoirs and shit behind some dead granddad's Emmett Kelly portraits. Four years ago a collector bought this record for 75 cents at a yard sale in New York. All he knew was that the hand-written label mentioned the Velvet Underground, the date 4-25-66, and the name Mr. N. Dolph. It turns out the record is an acetate of the VU's very first recording session ever, nominally produced by Andy Warhol but in actuality tasked out to ghost producer Norman Dolph. Dolph vouched for the authenticity of the recording. After alerting the media and making a "high quality digital back-up" of the music, the collector is now selling the acetate on eBay. The current highest bid? $4050.00, with nine days left in the auction. I can't decide whether that sum is ridiculous or not.
Anyway, here's a sendspace link, as long as it's active. And here's a Mojo article about the acetate's discovery from a few years back
Except for those dudes who discover long-lost Renoirs and shit behind some dead granddad's Emmett Kelly portraits. Four years ago a collector bought this record for 75 cents at a yard sale in New York. All he knew was that the hand-written label mentioned the Velvet Underground, the date 4-25-66, and the name Mr. N. Dolph. It turns out the record is an acetate of the VU's very first recording session ever, nominally produced by Andy Warhol but in actuality tasked out to ghost producer Norman Dolph. Dolph vouched for the authenticity of the recording. After alerting the media and making a "high quality digital back-up" of the music, the collector is now selling the acetate on eBay. The current highest bid? $4050.00, with nine days left in the auction. I can't decide whether that sum is ridiculous or not.
Anyway, here's a sendspace link, as long as it's active. And here's a Mojo article about the acetate's discovery from a few years back
The Fall in an SUV commercial
Yeah, your ears were right - that is Mark E. Smith at the end of the Mitsubishi "Outlander" commercial. Great Fall song called "Blindness" from Heads Will Roll. Here is a video of them playing it live on the BBC - funny intro, they are sharing the stage with Robert Plant!
Yeah, your ears were right - that is Mark E. Smith at the end of the Mitsubishi "Outlander" commercial. Great Fall song called "Blindness" from Heads Will Roll. Here is a video of them playing it live on the BBC - funny intro, they are sharing the stage with Robert Plant!
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Pollard Interview
Pollard on Weekend America - sounds like an NPR story by a fanboy.
"Do you remember that time when I talked to you after the show in Boston back in 1997..."
Pollard on Weekend America - sounds like an NPR story by a fanboy.
"Do you remember that time when I talked to you after the show in Boston back in 1997..."
shit's been happening
1. For Your Consideration is disappointing. Easily the least of Christopher Guest's movies.
2. The liquidation of Tower Records has finally hit the sweet spot. This weekend all rap and hip-hop cds were 70% off. I picked up a few things I've been meaning to buy for months and even years, including the Idlewild soundtrack, Cee-Lo Green And His Perfect Imperfections, and Three 6 Mafia's Most Known Unknowns. Total price? $15.90, before tax. I think this was a special deal for this weekend only; still, regular cds are 40% off, and they have a surpringly good and deep selection left.
3. Johnny Cupcakes is my least favorite store ever. Such a deceptive name.
4. I don't want to see him go, but the Braves absolutely have to trade Andruw Jones. Barring injury, the dude's gonna get at least $150 million next year. There's no way in hell Atlanta can come close to that, so they need to do whatever they can to get him to accept a trade, preferrably before the season starts. If they can't get Adam Loewen from Baltimore for Hudson, then they should see if they'd do Loewen, Chris Ray, and Nick Markakis for Jones. If necessary, switch Ray out with Hayden Penn. They need to get something for Andruw other than a draft pick or two.
1. For Your Consideration is disappointing. Easily the least of Christopher Guest's movies.
2. The liquidation of Tower Records has finally hit the sweet spot. This weekend all rap and hip-hop cds were 70% off. I picked up a few things I've been meaning to buy for months and even years, including the Idlewild soundtrack, Cee-Lo Green And His Perfect Imperfections, and Three 6 Mafia's Most Known Unknowns. Total price? $15.90, before tax. I think this was a special deal for this weekend only; still, regular cds are 40% off, and they have a surpringly good and deep selection left.
3. Johnny Cupcakes is my least favorite store ever. Such a deceptive name.
4. I don't want to see him go, but the Braves absolutely have to trade Andruw Jones. Barring injury, the dude's gonna get at least $150 million next year. There's no way in hell Atlanta can come close to that, so they need to do whatever they can to get him to accept a trade, preferrably before the season starts. If they can't get Adam Loewen from Baltimore for Hudson, then they should see if they'd do Loewen, Chris Ray, and Nick Markakis for Jones. If necessary, switch Ray out with Hayden Penn. They need to get something for Andruw other than a draft pick or two.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
radio
Yep, got the radio thing today, on WZBC 90.3 FM, from 3 to 5 pm.
And sorry for the lack of posts; work stuff, y'know.
Yep, got the radio thing today, on WZBC 90.3 FM, from 3 to 5 pm.
And sorry for the lack of posts; work stuff, y'know.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
I met Sway but not Jay Z.
So shit, I didn’t mention here but last week was pretty rad. Elliott emailed me, Icy B, Bounds, and Bobby with an email saying he had scored and extra ticket to see Jay Z start off his Hangar Tour in Atlanta last Saturday. If you had not heard, Jay Z was going to play an unprecedented (unless you are Def Leopard) 7 shows in 7 cities in 17 hours on Saturday. Starting in Atlanta at 6AM!!! He then flew to Philly, DC, New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, and finished the night in Vegas. Complete time line here.
So fuck jeah, a 6AM Jay Z show and Elliott had one extra ticket. In the email, which came last Monday, Ellie said – you have until Wednesday night at midnight to make me laugh the hardest. The person who does so, wins the ticket. Oh shit was it on. I ended up crafting a multimedia throwdown that ended up winning the ticket. I recorded a song for Elliott, then loaded it on my computer and filmed a video of me listening to the song on the computer, looking at photos I had taken holding signs begging for the ticket….all the while, completely naked. Thus the reason I’m not posting the video here.
Tickets won. Well it turns out that Elliott scored 2 more tickets, so it didn’t really matter – but whatever. Friday night we jammed some Za and some Brews and watched a killer documentary on Metal (confirming the legend status of Blue Cheer!) and crashed about 1am. I set my alarm for 3:55 am and Bobby and I left my house at 4am. Got to Ice’s where he, Elliott, and rip dangle were continuing the jam from Friday night. We jammed a few brews there and before long we got a call from Elliott’s 99x buds who said they were down there and we needed to get down to the Center Stage because the line was getting longer by the minute. We arrive down at the CS around 5:10am and sure enough there were a shitload of people in line – so we grab a few brews out of the sac and go wait in line. There really isnt anything like slamming a brew at 5am! We walk up and see the 99x dudes and really should have jumped in line with them, but we were honest and went to the back. Still, we felt great – everyone was pumped. About 5:30a the line starts moving in big chunks. Slowly but surely we are moving. About 5:50a we were getting pretty close when a caravan of BLACK SUVs comes rolling up – without at doubt its him – and rolls into the parking deck next to CS. Fuck yeah.
At this point we are realizing the show is probably going to start soon b/c Jay definitely has a schedule to keep, and we are about 20-30 people back from the front of the line. At this point a huge bouncer comes out into the line and says the following mellow-harsher: “EVERYONE GO HOME, WE HAVE REACHED CAPACITY – WE ARE NOT LETTING ANYONE ELSE IN!!” FUCK THAT!
Everyone is super pissed and now starts hoarding towards the front door of the club. Elliott immediately gets on the phone with his Def Jam rep trying anything to get us in. I go take a piss in the bush b/c that beer was flowin. The bouncer is being a total fucking douche and tells us no one can stand anywhere near the front of the club, and DEFINITELY NOT ON THE SIDEWALK. Yelling, telling people “don’t even step on that stair, because your ass is not getting in. Shit like that. Well we’re still waiting as Elliott is doing everything he can to get us in – and I look up to see that same dumbass bouncer let 3 chicks in who didn’t have tickets because they were flirting with them. At this point I yell out “OH FUCK THAT, WHY DO THEY GET TO GET IN AFTER YOU ARE AT CAPACITY!?!? FUCK THAT PART 2!!”
Cop yells out – “hey you, over here”. Fuck this.
He pulls me aside and gives me this long ass fucking holier than thou speech about how I should respect myself more than to cuss in public. He told me I had to “stop cussing on the streets immediately, or he was taking me downtown”. I felt like saying, “But fuck dude, we are downtown!”. Mutherfuckin cops tryin’ hassle me.
To add insult to injury, they start blasting the show from the loud speakers out front, so you can hear the madness going on inside. Jay played about 8 songs – first 4 were new and the rest were hits. H to the Izzo, Big Pimpin, “I Just Wanna Love YA” – rubbing it in our faces.
The show is ending and we decide to walk over to the caravan of SUVs to see if we can catch a glimpse of the man as he leaves. Sure enough he comes strolling out soon after the last song ends, gets in the second to last car of the caravan – a black Mercedes. Then who comes walking our way but YOUR BOY SWAY from MTV!!! What up dogg?!!?! He came over to talk with these girls from Ohio (who drove down, got a hotel, and still didn’t get into the show). Right afterwards he gave Elliott and I a high five and a hug! NICE DUDE!!!
The caravan rolls out and Jay’s car gets stopped right in front of us, he waves to the crowd and off he goes to his private jet to fly to Philly.
So yeah, FUCK!!!!!!!!! To say the least. We were pissed. Things we could have done better: 1) not had a cooldown (eventho it was a rad one) before heading to the show…should have left promptly ass promptly. 2) Cut in line with the 99x dudes (who got in) and 3) read the tickets closely as they read “FIRST COME FIRST SERVE – NO CAMERAS, CAMCORDERS, LASERS”
We get back in our car and I drop the dudes off and am home at 7:30a to tell L the story and crash in bed. My dad called at 9 to talk about mortgages.
So shit, I didn’t mention here but last week was pretty rad. Elliott emailed me, Icy B, Bounds, and Bobby with an email saying he had scored and extra ticket to see Jay Z start off his Hangar Tour in Atlanta last Saturday. If you had not heard, Jay Z was going to play an unprecedented (unless you are Def Leopard) 7 shows in 7 cities in 17 hours on Saturday. Starting in Atlanta at 6AM!!! He then flew to Philly, DC, New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, and finished the night in Vegas. Complete time line here.So fuck jeah, a 6AM Jay Z show and Elliott had one extra ticket. In the email, which came last Monday, Ellie said – you have until Wednesday night at midnight to make me laugh the hardest. The person who does so, wins the ticket. Oh shit was it on. I ended up crafting a multimedia throwdown that ended up winning the ticket. I recorded a song for Elliott, then loaded it on my computer and filmed a video of me listening to the song on the computer, looking at photos I had taken holding signs begging for the ticket….all the while, completely naked. Thus the reason I’m not posting the video here.
Tickets won. Well it turns out that Elliott scored 2 more tickets, so it didn’t really matter – but whatever. Friday night we jammed some Za and some Brews and watched a killer documentary on Metal (confirming the legend status of Blue Cheer!) and crashed about 1am. I set my alarm for 3:55 am and Bobby and I left my house at 4am. Got to Ice’s where he, Elliott, and rip dangle were continuing the jam from Friday night. We jammed a few brews there and before long we got a call from Elliott’s 99x buds who said they were down there and we needed to get down to the Center Stage because the line was getting longer by the minute. We arrive down at the CS around 5:10am and sure enough there were a shitload of people in line – so we grab a few brews out of the sac and go wait in line. There really isnt anything like slamming a brew at 5am! We walk up and see the 99x dudes and really should have jumped in line with them, but we were honest and went to the back. Still, we felt great – everyone was pumped. About 5:30a the line starts moving in big chunks. Slowly but surely we are moving. About 5:50a we were getting pretty close when a caravan of BLACK SUVs comes rolling up – without at doubt its him – and rolls into the parking deck next to CS. Fuck yeah.
At this point we are realizing the show is probably going to start soon b/c Jay definitely has a schedule to keep, and we are about 20-30 people back from the front of the line. At this point a huge bouncer comes out into the line and says the following mellow-harsher: “EVERYONE GO HOME, WE HAVE REACHED CAPACITY – WE ARE NOT LETTING ANYONE ELSE IN!!” FUCK THAT!
Everyone is super pissed and now starts hoarding towards the front door of the club. Elliott immediately gets on the phone with his Def Jam rep trying anything to get us in. I go take a piss in the bush b/c that beer was flowin. The bouncer is being a total fucking douche and tells us no one can stand anywhere near the front of the club, and DEFINITELY NOT ON THE SIDEWALK. Yelling, telling people “don’t even step on that stair, because your ass is not getting in. Shit like that. Well we’re still waiting as Elliott is doing everything he can to get us in – and I look up to see that same dumbass bouncer let 3 chicks in who didn’t have tickets because they were flirting with them. At this point I yell out “OH FUCK THAT, WHY DO THEY GET TO GET IN AFTER YOU ARE AT CAPACITY!?!? FUCK THAT PART 2!!”
Cop yells out – “hey you, over here”. Fuck this.
He pulls me aside and gives me this long ass fucking holier than thou speech about how I should respect myself more than to cuss in public. He told me I had to “stop cussing on the streets immediately, or he was taking me downtown”. I felt like saying, “But fuck dude, we are downtown!”. Mutherfuckin cops tryin’ hassle me.
To add insult to injury, they start blasting the show from the loud speakers out front, so you can hear the madness going on inside. Jay played about 8 songs – first 4 were new and the rest were hits. H to the Izzo, Big Pimpin, “I Just Wanna Love YA” – rubbing it in our faces.
The show is ending and we decide to walk over to the caravan of SUVs to see if we can catch a glimpse of the man as he leaves. Sure enough he comes strolling out soon after the last song ends, gets in the second to last car of the caravan – a black Mercedes. Then who comes walking our way but YOUR BOY SWAY from MTV!!! What up dogg?!!?! He came over to talk with these girls from Ohio (who drove down, got a hotel, and still didn’t get into the show). Right afterwards he gave Elliott and I a high five and a hug! NICE DUDE!!!
The caravan rolls out and Jay’s car gets stopped right in front of us, he waves to the crowd and off he goes to his private jet to fly to Philly.
So yeah, FUCK!!!!!!!!! To say the least. We were pissed. Things we could have done better: 1) not had a cooldown (eventho it was a rad one) before heading to the show…should have left promptly ass promptly. 2) Cut in line with the 99x dudes (who got in) and 3) read the tickets closely as they read “FIRST COME FIRST SERVE – NO CAMERAS, CAMCORDERS, LASERS”
We get back in our car and I drop the dudes off and am home at 7:30a to tell L the story and crash in bed. My dad called at 9 to talk about mortgages.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Celebrity Drinking Party (quadruple style)
McGringo a bro over at Quadruple posted this back in Sept. We're late getting around on it...I wanted to repost it:
Here are the rules...
If you could roll with 3 celebrities for an aggressive night out on the town, who would you choose? [just for the record, the groundrules are that the possibility of sex with one of the celebrities cannot be a factor.]
Mine (without really thinking):
Stephen Hawking
Dean Ween
Dave Chapelle
McGringo a bro over at Quadruple posted this back in Sept. We're late getting around on it...I wanted to repost it:
Here are the rules...
If you could roll with 3 celebrities for an aggressive night out on the town, who would you choose? [just for the record, the groundrules are that the possibility of sex with one of the celebrities cannot be a factor.]
Mine (without really thinking):
Stephen Hawking
Dean Ween
Dave Chapelle
Best Quote I've Read In A While...
Young Jeezy as interviewed by Rolling Stone:
RS: What do you listen to that would really surprise your fans?
YJ: Maxwell. Jill Scott. Sade. My man Phil Collins. I fucks with Phil though.
The Inspiration: Thug Motivation 102 out Dec 12.
Young Jeezy as interviewed by Rolling Stone:
RS: What do you listen to that would really surprise your fans?
YJ: Maxwell. Jill Scott. Sade. My man Phil Collins. I fucks with Phil though.
The Inspiration: Thug Motivation 102 out Dec 12.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Afrikan Majik WILL EXIST!!!
Thats right folks.
The kind ass kind folks over at Antenna Farm have heard the early mixes and have us on the docket for an April '07 release.
Check the news page here...
Even talks of an East Coast tour with Still Flyin' next summer! Woot!
Thats right folks.
The kind ass kind folks over at Antenna Farm have heard the early mixes and have us on the docket for an April '07 release.
Check the news page here...
Even talks of an East Coast tour with Still Flyin' next summer! Woot!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Blue Cheer - Atlanta - 11/14/06
Blue Cheer were phenomenal last night.
It was really remarkable to be able to see a group which started a lot of what is today referred to as acid rock and heavy metal in a small ass club like the Earl almost 40 years after they were founded. Blue Cheer came before Black Sabbath, Iggy and The Stooges, MC5, Deep Purple, and were definite influences on all of these bands. 3 dudes, no filler, all rockin. A lot of their sound was based in blues as a lot of the late 60’s stuff was, but the way they adapted it was by flat out increasing the volume and distortion. Sounds simple, but shit these guys made it alright to stack a pile of amps up and blow the fucking audience away. They were considered extremely psychedelic but not in the way you would normally associate – they packed all their (recorded) songs in to 3 minutes full of fuzzed out changes and boozy riffs all of which packed a punch strong enough to knock you on your ass.
Really though, what the fuck do I know – I only started listening to them in ’99.
So last night – two semi-crappy bands opened. Don’t even remember their names – the second one who sounded like an amped up Stones had the coolest bass player of all time. Description of the dude: Looked like Rob Halford, huge bushy goatee, long ponytail, black “West Coast Customs” skull cap, smoked and drank “Bud” every second of their set, black biker boots, black jeans, and best of all a black and red ALICE COOPER DRAGONTOWN HOCKEY JERSEY. Woah, shit. They kinda sucked though, I felt it was a tribute band all night with a screaming singer. Blah.
Half the audience was my dad’s age, no lie. A bunch of record geeks there too that all had their record bags with them choc full of stuff for the band to sign, which they did. Blue Cheer had a wall of amps and walking in I ran into Patrick the booker for the Earl and he said that during sound check you could have heard them in Alpharetta. Glad I brought my ear plugs. One of the loudest shows I can remember as of late. There was no wasting time after the previous band left the stage – they got on and blasted forth with “Babylon” which has always been on their live setlist as the opener – a fucking power rocker from their second record.
I am not the biggest fan of straight up blues jamming, most of the shit bands that do it today are just that, but here it seemed really authentic and I didn’t mind it a bit. They jammed a lot of the songs out much longer than the recorded versions and everyone in the place was fucking loving it. It was weird but a few times I closed my eyes and it really felt like I could have been at a club show back then – the music sounded just as it was recorded – dirty, fuzzy, raw, huge, acid laced. All the songs weren’t wrapped around a blues riff, a lot of them – mostly the songs they wrote were lumbering giants of sound with gigantic bass riffs and weaving guitar solos not chords. Shit was awesome. BC was known to cover people all the time – their only top 40 hit back in the 60s was a cover “Summertime Blues” by Eddie Cochran – that being said a lot of the set was covers. “Parchment Farm” (Mose Allison), “Hoochie Coochie Man” (Muddy Waters, I think), “The Hunger” (Booker T & The MGs) all were played, but what is cool about all that is that BC is influenced from so many places and truly they themselves influenced so many after them too. Oh yeah and they closed with a 20+ minute mind scorcher. Fucking killer show.
SETLIST:
Blue Cheer
The Earl, Atlanta
11/14/06
Babylon
Second Time Around
Rock Me
Parchment Farm
Out Of Focus
Hoochie Coochie Man
The Hunter
Just A Little Bit
Summertime Blues
Doctor Please
Blue Cheer were phenomenal last night.
It was really remarkable to be able to see a group which started a lot of what is today referred to as acid rock and heavy metal in a small ass club like the Earl almost 40 years after they were founded. Blue Cheer came before Black Sabbath, Iggy and The Stooges, MC5, Deep Purple, and were definite influences on all of these bands. 3 dudes, no filler, all rockin. A lot of their sound was based in blues as a lot of the late 60’s stuff was, but the way they adapted it was by flat out increasing the volume and distortion. Sounds simple, but shit these guys made it alright to stack a pile of amps up and blow the fucking audience away. They were considered extremely psychedelic but not in the way you would normally associate – they packed all their (recorded) songs in to 3 minutes full of fuzzed out changes and boozy riffs all of which packed a punch strong enough to knock you on your ass.
Really though, what the fuck do I know – I only started listening to them in ’99.
So last night – two semi-crappy bands opened. Don’t even remember their names – the second one who sounded like an amped up Stones had the coolest bass player of all time. Description of the dude: Looked like Rob Halford, huge bushy goatee, long ponytail, black “West Coast Customs” skull cap, smoked and drank “Bud” every second of their set, black biker boots, black jeans, and best of all a black and red ALICE COOPER DRAGONTOWN HOCKEY JERSEY. Woah, shit. They kinda sucked though, I felt it was a tribute band all night with a screaming singer. Blah.
Half the audience was my dad’s age, no lie. A bunch of record geeks there too that all had their record bags with them choc full of stuff for the band to sign, which they did. Blue Cheer had a wall of amps and walking in I ran into Patrick the booker for the Earl and he said that during sound check you could have heard them in Alpharetta. Glad I brought my ear plugs. One of the loudest shows I can remember as of late. There was no wasting time after the previous band left the stage – they got on and blasted forth with “Babylon” which has always been on their live setlist as the opener – a fucking power rocker from their second record.
I am not the biggest fan of straight up blues jamming, most of the shit bands that do it today are just that, but here it seemed really authentic and I didn’t mind it a bit. They jammed a lot of the songs out much longer than the recorded versions and everyone in the place was fucking loving it. It was weird but a few times I closed my eyes and it really felt like I could have been at a club show back then – the music sounded just as it was recorded – dirty, fuzzy, raw, huge, acid laced. All the songs weren’t wrapped around a blues riff, a lot of them – mostly the songs they wrote were lumbering giants of sound with gigantic bass riffs and weaving guitar solos not chords. Shit was awesome. BC was known to cover people all the time – their only top 40 hit back in the 60s was a cover “Summertime Blues” by Eddie Cochran – that being said a lot of the set was covers. “Parchment Farm” (Mose Allison), “Hoochie Coochie Man” (Muddy Waters, I think), “The Hunger” (Booker T & The MGs) all were played, but what is cool about all that is that BC is influenced from so many places and truly they themselves influenced so many after them too. Oh yeah and they closed with a 20+ minute mind scorcher. Fucking killer show.
SETLIST:
Blue Cheer
The Earl, Atlanta
11/14/06
Babylon
Second Time Around
Rock Me
Parchment Farm
Out Of Focus
Hoochie Coochie Man
The Hunter
Just A Little Bit
Summertime Blues
Doctor Please
the localish media
I was afraid that Hillary would review the new Joanna Newsom record for the Flagpole. Not because she's a bad writer, which, y'know, she definitely isn't, but because she has a very well-known and long-standing aversion to overly long songs, and the shortest number on Newsom's fantastic new album, Ys, goes on for like ten minutes. Thankfully Hillary's more or less able to accept this, and gives Ys an appropriately laudatory review. You're making progress, lady. Next step: acknowledging that Deep Purple's 22-minute live version of "Spacetruckin'" is the finest rock song of the 20th century.
I was afraid that Hillary would review the new Joanna Newsom record for the Flagpole. Not because she's a bad writer, which, y'know, she definitely isn't, but because she has a very well-known and long-standing aversion to overly long songs, and the shortest number on Newsom's fantastic new album, Ys, goes on for like ten minutes. Thankfully Hillary's more or less able to accept this, and gives Ys an appropriately laudatory review. You're making progress, lady. Next step: acknowledging that Deep Purple's 22-minute live version of "Spacetruckin'" is the finest rock song of the 20th century.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
MR. FANCY PANTS' FAVORITE RECORDS
In response to this. I wasn't trying to imply that those records suck, by the way, just that I was surprised that DJ would put them in his all-time top five. I had no idea he was as into those folks as he apparently is.
First off, Pavement:
1. Wowee Zowee
2. Watery Domestic
3. Slanted and Enchanted
4. Crooked Rain Crooked Rain
5. Westing
and in general, off the top of my head, and in no particular order:
Wire, Chairs Missing
Dinosaur Jr, You're Living All Over Me
Blue Oyster Cult, Tyranny and Mutation
Velvet Underground, White Light / White Heat
Yo La Tengo, I Can Hear The Heart Beat As One
In response to this. I wasn't trying to imply that those records suck, by the way, just that I was surprised that DJ would put them in his all-time top five. I had no idea he was as into those folks as he apparently is.
First off, Pavement:
1. Wowee Zowee
2. Watery Domestic
3. Slanted and Enchanted
4. Crooked Rain Crooked Rain
5. Westing
and in general, off the top of my head, and in no particular order:
Wire, Chairs Missing
Dinosaur Jr, You're Living All Over Me
Blue Oyster Cult, Tyranny and Mutation
Velvet Underground, White Light / White Heat
Yo La Tengo, I Can Hear The Heart Beat As One
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
A perfect illustration...
Want to know why Pitchfork sucks so f'n hard?
Today they have their review up of the Pavement Wowee Zowee Reissue.
The review is par for the course with them, absolutely fuckin' high brow stupid. The person reviewing it was probably 10 when the record first came out yet he writes like he was the guy who told Pavement to start the band. Maybe I'm biased b/c that record is one of my top 5, but probably not because this smug little douche is spewing complete horse shit and passing it off as legitimate music journalism. A joke, really.
www (dot) pitchforkmedia (dot) com
Want to know why Pitchfork sucks so f'n hard?
Today they have their review up of the Pavement Wowee Zowee Reissue.
The review is par for the course with them, absolutely fuckin' high brow stupid. The person reviewing it was probably 10 when the record first came out yet he writes like he was the guy who told Pavement to start the band. Maybe I'm biased b/c that record is one of my top 5, but probably not because this smug little douche is spewing complete horse shit and passing it off as legitimate music journalism. A joke, really.
www (dot) pitchforkmedia (dot) com
Friday, November 03, 2006
NRPS!
Damn, just realized I missed these guys at Smith's Olde Bar last month. I had been looking forward to this show for months. Original lineup and all..damn, brain!
Damn, just realized I missed these guys at Smith's Olde Bar last month. I had been looking forward to this show for months. Original lineup and all..damn, brain!
staring dejectedly at the tv screen
Here’s what I’ve watched this week. I'm not generally in the market for Friday night tv, but I might have to make an exception for that Chevy Chase / Mel Gibson / Sugartits episode of Law and Order.
HEROES: Okay, this show had been getting better, but this ep pretty much sucked. I have very little patience when it comes to the creepy double stripper girl, so obviously I’m not gonna be too big on an episode that focuses so greatly upon her. Her potentially being a villain is a nice twist, but those few minutes aren’t enough to make up for the other 40 or so she was on-screen this week. And I’m completely fucking sick of the whispery “save the cheerleader FLASH save the world” thing they run on every single ad for this show. Criminy!
VERONICA MARS: Yeah, this episode kinda blew. It had almost no bearing upon the rape mystery. You can get away with stand alone eps when you’re dealing with a 22-ep arc, but if this case is only gonna be at the forefront for seven episodes you should be pretty much on-the-spot with it. Also it’s weird to see how that blond baseball co-captain from the “you’re a stinky turd” ep of Freaks and Geeks is now fat and bald.
LOST: Watched this late, ‘cuz of some show I went to. Don’t want to spoil anything, so I’ll just say that the wrong guy died. Not only was this fella one of the two or three most interesting characters on the show, this very episode made him even more fascinating right before killing him off. Suck. A great episode, otherwise.
MY NAME IS EARL: I pay little attention to this show even on the nights when I do tune it in. There’s still probably a 50/50 shit-to-gold humor ratio, but dammit, Ethan Supplee and the dude who plays Darnell are both ridiculously hilarious. I would maybe prefer a show with just them. Yeah, Lee and Presley are both great, as well, but for some reason those two guys kill me on a level unmatched by few actors currently on tv.
THE OFFICE: First time I’ve watched in a few weeks, and maybe the first time since the very first episode that I’ve been kinda disappointed. Don’t get me wrong, it was really funny, but the Indian culture thing seems way too similar to the homosexual episode that started the season. That scene was definitely too much of a retread.
DEAL OR NO DEAL: Okay, this show is amazing. But it’s better in Spanish and with the models all wearing identical hot pink wigs.
Didn’t air or in reruns this week: Studio 60 (RIP?); Gilmore Girls.
Here’s what I’ve watched this week. I'm not generally in the market for Friday night tv, but I might have to make an exception for that Chevy Chase / Mel Gibson / Sugartits episode of Law and Order.
HEROES: Okay, this show had been getting better, but this ep pretty much sucked. I have very little patience when it comes to the creepy double stripper girl, so obviously I’m not gonna be too big on an episode that focuses so greatly upon her. Her potentially being a villain is a nice twist, but those few minutes aren’t enough to make up for the other 40 or so she was on-screen this week. And I’m completely fucking sick of the whispery “save the cheerleader FLASH save the world” thing they run on every single ad for this show. Criminy!
VERONICA MARS: Yeah, this episode kinda blew. It had almost no bearing upon the rape mystery. You can get away with stand alone eps when you’re dealing with a 22-ep arc, but if this case is only gonna be at the forefront for seven episodes you should be pretty much on-the-spot with it. Also it’s weird to see how that blond baseball co-captain from the “you’re a stinky turd” ep of Freaks and Geeks is now fat and bald.
LOST: Watched this late, ‘cuz of some show I went to. Don’t want to spoil anything, so I’ll just say that the wrong guy died. Not only was this fella one of the two or three most interesting characters on the show, this very episode made him even more fascinating right before killing him off. Suck. A great episode, otherwise.
MY NAME IS EARL: I pay little attention to this show even on the nights when I do tune it in. There’s still probably a 50/50 shit-to-gold humor ratio, but dammit, Ethan Supplee and the dude who plays Darnell are both ridiculously hilarious. I would maybe prefer a show with just them. Yeah, Lee and Presley are both great, as well, but for some reason those two guys kill me on a level unmatched by few actors currently on tv.
THE OFFICE: First time I’ve watched in a few weeks, and maybe the first time since the very first episode that I’ve been kinda disappointed. Don’t get me wrong, it was really funny, but the Indian culture thing seems way too similar to the homosexual episode that started the season. That scene was definitely too much of a retread.
DEAL OR NO DEAL: Okay, this show is amazing. But it’s better in Spanish and with the models all wearing identical hot pink wigs.
Didn’t air or in reruns this week: Studio 60 (RIP?); Gilmore Girls.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
yesterday's playlist
Here's the playlist for yesterday's radio show, the first episode of Mesmerization Eclipse since September.
Oneida “The Adversary”
Brass Castle “Dance Beneath the Raindrops”
Dark Meat “Three Eyes Open”
The Skygreen Leopards “Egyptian Circus"
Love Is All “Busy Doing Nothing”
Robert Pollard “Serious Bird Woman (You Turn Me On)”
Portastatic “Sour Shores” long distance request from Crog
Lovechild “Stumbling Block”
Thighpaulsandra “Cast in Dead Homes”
Summer Hymns “Fearanoia”
Strapping Fieldhands “Ben Franklin Airbath”
Pere Ubu “One Less Worry”
Oakley Hall “5 Sided Die”
Boyracer “Vitamin B”
Algarnas Tradgard “The Arrival of Autumn”
Olivia Tremor Control “Holiday Surprise 1,2,3”
Green Milk from The Planet Orange “Demagog”
Feelies “Raised Eyebrows”
Phill Niblock “A Trombone Piece”
Malajube “Pate Filo”
Bob “Fist Embodied Duck”
Pavement “Ed Aims”
Bailter Space “Morning”
Oxford Collapse “For the Khakis and the Sweatshirts”
Goslings “Sthenno”
Viki “Get Your Mind Right”
Here's the playlist for yesterday's radio show, the first episode of Mesmerization Eclipse since September.
Oneida “The Adversary”
Brass Castle “Dance Beneath the Raindrops”
Dark Meat “Three Eyes Open”
The Skygreen Leopards “Egyptian Circus"
Love Is All “Busy Doing Nothing”
Robert Pollard “Serious Bird Woman (You Turn Me On)”
Portastatic “Sour Shores” long distance request from Crog
Lovechild “Stumbling Block”
Thighpaulsandra “Cast in Dead Homes”
Summer Hymns “Fearanoia”
Strapping Fieldhands “Ben Franklin Airbath”
Pere Ubu “One Less Worry”
Oakley Hall “5 Sided Die”
Boyracer “Vitamin B”
Algarnas Tradgard “The Arrival of Autumn”
Olivia Tremor Control “Holiday Surprise 1,2,3”
Green Milk from The Planet Orange “Demagog”
Feelies “Raised Eyebrows”
Phill Niblock “A Trombone Piece”
Malajube “Pate Filo”
Bob “Fist Embodied Duck”
Pavement “Ed Aims”
Bailter Space “Morning”
Oxford Collapse “For the Khakis and the Sweatshirts”
Goslings “Sthenno”
Viki “Get Your Mind Right”
Positive Vibes + Still Flyin' + Flip Scoldjah
(yes thats crogers!)
POSITIVE VIBES!!!
Saturday November 4th
Still Flyin'
Flip Scoldjah
Club Tropicana
Los Angeles, CA.
Holy shit I wish I was going.
(yes thats crogers!)
POSITIVE VIBES!!!
Saturday November 4th
Still Flyin'
Flip Scoldjah
Club Tropicana
Los Angeles, CA.
Holy shit I wish I was going.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
radio
After a month off Mesmerization Eclipse returns to WZBC 90.3 FM today, from 3 to 5 pm. I assume they still have streams, or whatever new-fangled, futuristic equivalent now exists after the last few weeks' worth of technological advancement.
After a month off Mesmerization Eclipse returns to WZBC 90.3 FM today, from 3 to 5 pm. I assume they still have streams, or whatever new-fangled, futuristic equivalent now exists after the last few weeks' worth of technological advancement.
Best......Halloween......EVER!!!!!!
Holy shit yall. Amazing night. Its not everyday you get to see Beck play a secret show on Halloween with 299 other people.
Upstairs at the Loft which is a relatively new place in Atlanta. Used to be Vinyl, upstairs from Center Stage. An open room with a small ass stage - think something the size of half the 40 Watt. Doors opened at 8:30 and we tried to get there early to get a good spot. Did so and thankfully we were early enough to get a spot two rows back from the front of the stage, close as fuck. Jammed a few brews while we were waiting and the place slowly got packed out, but still not full. Up front it was like sardines, but in the back it was pretty much wide open. Beck went on right
about 10:10 and straight off the bat fucking dominated. Totally stripped down low key set. No setlist, just jammin. All of the band was dressed up, Beck was dressed as a Master & Commanderesqe shipman. Keyboard player - naked phantom of the opera. Bassplayer (smokestack? - the one he always uses) - Ghost. Drummer - cheerleader with a sheep mask. Bongo player/dance jammer/funky dude - hula girl with indian headdress.
They were very gracious and seemed very very happy to be there. I think they were at ease b/c it wasn't their normal huge production show. No roadies, they did all
that shit themselves - loose tunings, whatever man they were just jammin. Beck explained that they had finished their tour and were essentially driving home and stopping a few places on the ride back. No turntables, no beats (except for a small keyboard the phantom dude was jamming) - they didnt even have their normal drummer (Joey Woniker??) he was gone and the normal guitarist was on drums - and he fucking ruled. Guess he knew the songs well enough to get all the changes perfectly. Great skins. The other cool thing is that Beck played his standard Streamline (?) guitar - the 50s looking one through a Fender Twin Reverb that was loud enough to fucking punch a hole in a camel. His fuzz petal on songs like "Devil's Haircut", "Loser", and "EPro" was so fucking raw it sounded like he invented distortion. On Loser, which isnt my favorite track ever, he played it with a slide and it gave it this distorted bluesy feel that oozed over the crowd. They jammed a long middle section on this where he was going off for a long time, hard wailing. Then he brought it back with that slide hook, fuck it ruled. "Deborah" was about 8-
10 mintues long with a whole extended section about R Kelly as Beck seduced his bongo player. All the songs were personal, each of them.
When it came to a song list essentially they would play something then lean out in the crowd and say - what do you guys wanna hear...then bam song started. So fuckin' raw, so loose it seemed like they were a bar band playing at Fuzzies. Songs from almost every album, deep ass cuts, total jams, hits, non hits, body rockers, show stoppers, ass kickers, smooth seshs, cooldowns, upsteppers, they gave us it all.
Only bad part of the show happened about 5 minutes after they started. This two DRUNK ass girls come weaving up through the mass of people, of course after we had all waited up there for an hour and a half - they weasel their way up to the fucking front row right as the show is kicking in. The first girl was about 4'10" and
behind her was amazon freaklady that was nearly taller than me. They are fucking all wrong, drunk as a bitch, leaning on us all, singing off key, all that shit. And yeah, whatever i've been to enough shows to deal with that bullshit but this was fucking lame. So the amazon was taking pictures with her flash and the bouncer saw her immediately - told her to stop. She ignored him. Then she continues her bullshit, at this point Bobby who had gotten pushed out of the way by midget and amazon decides to cut right back in front of them...this pissed them off and they kind pushed back in this weird way and amazingly enough got back in front of him - at this point the Amazon fucking spills her drink all over Laura and I. I was pretty pissed and yelled in her ear to get her fucking shit together and she blabbed some mouth diarrhea and went on to her "funky dance". Right then the bouncer comes back and is talking to them, they ignore him. Almost simultaneously all the people around them start yelling. I got the bouncer in the ear and said that they were drunk as shit and all over the place and spilled their drinks everywhere. So the bouncer grabs them and is leading them out. The midget starts yelling at me immediately. "Fuck you, you dont like to have fun" followed by "you're an asshole you mutherfucker". I just looked at her and said "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"! This got her so pissed, "FUCK YOU! ASSHOLE"! "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA". She is being drug away as all of the people around us are high fiving. She comes back in for one final rib at me and I turn for one final WAAAAAAA and she hits me in the head which at that point everyone around us erupted in laughter! It ruled.
So yeah drama was present, but squashed.
It was so rad to see a huge artist like this in a small club setting, they were free, we were free, no stress, no strife, no shit.
Enough rambling - below is the setlist choc' full of space jams. Best show i've seen this year and a show like this is without a doubt on the short list for all time....
(setlist as remembered by me and Thorn, some may be out of order and we may have missed one song...)
Black Tambourine
Devil's Haircut
____
Rental Car
Beercan
Hell Yes
Mixed Business
Cellphone's Dead
Girl
Get Real Paid
Hollywood Freaks
Nicotine and Gravy
Dark Star
Deborah
Minus
Tropicalia
The Information
Loser
Where Its At - Scarecrow - Nausea
Encore:
EPro
Fuckin insane.
Holy shit yall. Amazing night. Its not everyday you get to see Beck play a secret show on Halloween with 299 other people.
Upstairs at the Loft which is a relatively new place in Atlanta. Used to be Vinyl, upstairs from Center Stage. An open room with a small ass stage - think something the size of half the 40 Watt. Doors opened at 8:30 and we tried to get there early to get a good spot. Did so and thankfully we were early enough to get a spot two rows back from the front of the stage, close as fuck. Jammed a few brews while we were waiting and the place slowly got packed out, but still not full. Up front it was like sardines, but in the back it was pretty much wide open. Beck went on right
about 10:10 and straight off the bat fucking dominated. Totally stripped down low key set. No setlist, just jammin. All of the band was dressed up, Beck was dressed as a Master & Commanderesqe shipman. Keyboard player - naked phantom of the opera. Bassplayer (smokestack? - the one he always uses) - Ghost. Drummer - cheerleader with a sheep mask. Bongo player/dance jammer/funky dude - hula girl with indian headdress. They were very gracious and seemed very very happy to be there. I think they were at ease b/c it wasn't their normal huge production show. No roadies, they did all
that shit themselves - loose tunings, whatever man they were just jammin. Beck explained that they had finished their tour and were essentially driving home and stopping a few places on the ride back. No turntables, no beats (except for a small keyboard the phantom dude was jamming) - they didnt even have their normal drummer (Joey Woniker??) he was gone and the normal guitarist was on drums - and he fucking ruled. Guess he knew the songs well enough to get all the changes perfectly. Great skins. The other cool thing is that Beck played his standard Streamline (?) guitar - the 50s looking one through a Fender Twin Reverb that was loud enough to fucking punch a hole in a camel. His fuzz petal on songs like "Devil's Haircut", "Loser", and "EPro" was so fucking raw it sounded like he invented distortion. On Loser, which isnt my favorite track ever, he played it with a slide and it gave it this distorted bluesy feel that oozed over the crowd. They jammed a long middle section on this where he was going off for a long time, hard wailing. Then he brought it back with that slide hook, fuck it ruled. "Deborah" was about 8- 10 mintues long with a whole extended section about R Kelly as Beck seduced his bongo player. All the songs were personal, each of them.When it came to a song list essentially they would play something then lean out in the crowd and say - what do you guys wanna hear...then bam song started. So fuckin' raw, so loose it seemed like they were a bar band playing at Fuzzies. Songs from almost every album, deep ass cuts, total jams, hits, non hits, body rockers, show stoppers, ass kickers, smooth seshs, cooldowns, upsteppers, they gave us it all.
Only bad part of the show happened about 5 minutes after they started. This two DRUNK ass girls come weaving up through the mass of people, of course after we had all waited up there for an hour and a half - they weasel their way up to the fucking front row right as the show is kicking in. The first girl was about 4'10" and
behind her was amazon freaklady that was nearly taller than me. They are fucking all wrong, drunk as a bitch, leaning on us all, singing off key, all that shit. And yeah, whatever i've been to enough shows to deal with that bullshit but this was fucking lame. So the amazon was taking pictures with her flash and the bouncer saw her immediately - told her to stop. She ignored him. Then she continues her bullshit, at this point Bobby who had gotten pushed out of the way by midget and amazon decides to cut right back in front of them...this pissed them off and they kind pushed back in this weird way and amazingly enough got back in front of him - at this point the Amazon fucking spills her drink all over Laura and I. I was pretty pissed and yelled in her ear to get her fucking shit together and she blabbed some mouth diarrhea and went on to her "funky dance". Right then the bouncer comes back and is talking to them, they ignore him. Almost simultaneously all the people around them start yelling. I got the bouncer in the ear and said that they were drunk as shit and all over the place and spilled their drinks everywhere. So the bouncer grabs them and is leading them out. The midget starts yelling at me immediately. "Fuck you, you dont like to have fun" followed by "you're an asshole you mutherfucker". I just looked at her and said "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"! This got her so pissed, "FUCK YOU! ASSHOLE"! "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA". She is being drug away as all of the people around us are high fiving. She comes back in for one final rib at me and I turn for one final WAAAAAAA and she hits me in the head which at that point everyone around us erupted in laughter! It ruled.So yeah drama was present, but squashed. It was so rad to see a huge artist like this in a small club setting, they were free, we were free, no stress, no strife, no shit.
Enough rambling - below is the setlist choc' full of space jams. Best show i've seen this year and a show like this is without a doubt on the short list for all time....
(setlist as remembered by me and Thorn, some may be out of order and we may have missed one song...)
Black Tambourine
Devil's Haircut
____
Rental Car
Beercan
Hell Yes
Mixed Business
Cellphone's Dead
Girl
Get Real Paid
Hollywood Freaks
Nicotine and Gravy
Dark Star
Deborah
Minus
Tropicalia
The Information
Loser
Where Its At - Scarecrow - Nausea
Encore:
EPro
Fuckin insane.
