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J. EDGAR HOOVER WAS GAY! HOLY SHIT!

2012-02-08T11:59:00.000-08:00

Walking into a screening of J. Edgar at the local 2.00 dollar theater (the only place to take in the cinema in Raleigh with any class), I was expecting to be bombarded with fascinating information about the life and career of J. Edgar Hoover - founder and director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation for some 48 years. Unfortunately, the movie revolved around one thing and one thing only: his relationship with his boyfriend.

Famous for keeping secret files on literally everyone he possibly could and serving under 7 presidents, my expectations were high as to the volume of information this film would provide. Instead, it touched on some anti communist shit, a little bit of info on Eleanor Roosevelt, and his trouble with certain members of congress. Besides that, it was just a continuous exercise in homosexual angst. now, I am not in any way anti homosexual. What two men or woman do in the privacy of their own sex life is their call. I just hoped this movie was more informative and less, well...gay. His BF was played by the same guy who played the Winklevi, so that made it easier to swallow.

2 thumbs way down.

GIRL DRINK DRUNK

2011-12-15T12:17:00.001-08:00

Gene Ween loses his shit at the Cradle!

2010-12-12T21:53:00.000-08:00

Too bad I missed this because I was getting my hip fixed, but rave reviews keep rolling in from fans.
"It was a total shit show!" exclaimed a young fan of the singer songwriter. An avid Ween fan and blood relative of mine suggested Mr. Ween had , in fact, had a complete "melt down" on stage. "I mean, he could not remember the chords or words to songs he himself wrote twenty years ago...songs he has played live literally thousands of times. It was laughable!"

At least he played SARAH

HIP SURGERY !

2010-12-12T21:42:00.000-08:00

I just got home from the hospital today from Duke after having my right hip replaced. I must say the experience wasn't as miserable as some might think. I was well medicated throughout the entire ordeal and the fat nurses did not try to touch me in any way I wouldn't normally allow. The first night in , I woke up at 3:00 am with a peculiar itch on my nose. I of course scratched it and went back to sleep. About an hour later again my nose tickled enough to take me out of deep sleep to deal with the itch. I quickly put my hand my face ready for a satisfactory scratch when I suddenly realized my hand was covered in whipped cream. As I became more cognoscente of the situation laughter echoed from all around the small room. It turned out the nurses were having a laugh and did the old tickle the nose, cream the hand camp trick. Well, I fell for it alright. In fact, I slipped and fell on some of the spilled whipped cream and broke my new hip. I had all the nurses fired. The end.

Its The End Of The World As We Know It - Julee Cruise (R E M )

2010-11-03T14:06:00.000-07:00

True Romance - 'So You're Sicilian huh?'

2010-10-04T22:01:00.000-07:00

2010-08-07T22:18:00.000-07:00

Live: Atlas Sound, "Walkabout"

2010-06-28T14:13:00.000-07:00

worst wedding DJ evz.

2010-05-13T13:15:00.000-07:00

ZONAL OFFICE

2010-04-22T11:28:00.000-07:00

Ms. Elizabeth Hawkins

show details 12:12 PM (2 hours ago)

Attn: Beneficiary,

Note that in regards to your over due funds release to you, your due required fees has been settled by the central bank through the federal high court in Lagos in a 14 page affidavit sworn on your behalf and we hereby notify you that your funds have been cleared to be delivered to you through the UN zonal office here in New York.

Be officially informed that Mr. Gregory Williams, a diplomat attached with the UN zonal office will inform you of his arrival with your funds by tomorrow, please you are urgently required to forward your address and your direct telephone number immediately.

Thanks for your urgent co-operation.

Regards,

Mrs Elizabeth Hawkins.
UN Zonal Office, New York,Usa

Forward

Your message has been sent.

dan reeves

to hawkinsmrseliz.

show details 2:16 PM (12 minutes ago)

Mrs. Hawkins,

I have long awaited a response from the Zonal office in New York. Thank you so much for officially informing me that MR. Gregory Williams will inform me of my arrival of funds tomorrow.

My address: 2866 Blumpkin Avenue
Reah, Pennsilvania
267 - 878-1325

thanks,

They sure don't make em like they used to...

2010-04-21T11:08:00.000-07:00

Thank you Steve Hobbs!

2010-04-21T10:58:00.000-07:00

Jazz Vibraphonist Steve Hobbs was kind enough to write in to Metro Magazine regarding a piece I wrote about his latest album Vibes Straight Up. You can read my article here.

Dan’s Gift

I usually don’t do interviews because writers always twist what I say to make a point that they — the writer — want to make. I have to say, of any interview I have done in my career, Dan Reeves did an incredible job of writing straight to the points I was trying to make in his interview with me for Metro Magazine (“Raleigh Vibraphonist Hits Top of Jazz Charts With New CD” — March 2010).

I had four hours of sleep the night before my interview with Dan, and was speaking all around my points, which he amazingly figured out — and put on paper so eloquently.

And in addition to representing me the musician, Dan grasped what I said about being a teacher at Powell Elementary Magnet School and tied it in with the entire article. Helping children is just as important as playing music, any day of the week.

Dan is one hell of a writer. Tell him never to stop writing. He has a gift.

Steve Hobbs

Raleigh

Mahavishnu Orchestra

2010-04-21T10:03:00.000-07:00

So sickening :

Band of Horses releases long awaited new record, opens for Widespread Panic

2010-04-21T09:39:00.000-07:00

It wasn't so long ago when Band of Horses was a fresh discovery. A new sound stuffed with potent lyrics and a vocal resonance unlike anything else around. Everything All The Time was outstanding for a debut album from a band so young. Song by song, the entire album was simply amazing; seeking and skipping was completely unnecessary.

Remarkably, Cease To Begin was equally if not more entrancing than Everything All The Time. All of the sudden everyone and their brother was a fan of BOH. We have anxiously awaited the release of album number three for quite a while and have memorized every song Band of Horses has recorded frontwards and backwards.

This weekend BOH is opening for Widespread Panic at Walnut Creek in support of their new record Infinite Arms available May 18th. I think opening for the gig is a smart move for the Horses since fans of jam bands like Widespread Panic are starting to explore other types of music. Usually, the opening band is ignored. This time everyone should get their early and open their eyes and ears to one of the undisputed best bands of the past 5 years.

Recommended listening:

The Funeral

No One's Gonna Love You

Ode to LRC

Marlins Will Soar by Scott Stapp

2010-04-21T09:35:00.000-07:00

WHAT A FUCKING TOOL

Panic

2010-04-16T09:21:00.000-07:00

You know spring has sprung and summertime is not to far off when Widespread Panic comes to Walnut Creek. The Athens born jam band is giving Raleigh the usual two night stand over the weekend of April

23^th and 24^th and will, as always, draw a huge crowd of youngsters, hippies, lovers of music and a lot of

people who just wanna party.

That is the leading reason I avoid attending Panic shows. Too many kids on to many drugs who really don’t care about anything except being seen at the show pumping their fists, screaming the words, hitting all the right lines from all the big songs and wearing really unoriginal t-shirts.

For instance, my personal favorite is the Fed EX take off which says “SPREAD EX” on the front and “SEND YOUR MIND” on the back. This leads me to my next point, Panic is truly a great band. I have a special place in my heart for their music and I always will. But, they cover a lot of songs written by a lot of important song writers and their audience hasn’t the slightest clue.

“Send Your Mind” is a Van Morrison Song, but ask almost anyone at the shows and they will say it’s an original. In fact “Satisfied” was and still is the most popular slogan for the band on stickers, t-shirts, hats - you name it. And lead singer John Bell does a terrific cover of the song and even goes off on tangents and raps of his own design much like the original writer of the song – Van Morrison.

I guess what I am trying to get across here is that Widespread Panic is good, great even sometimes. They are clearly influenced by some of the greatest musicians and bands of all time : Warren Zevon, Talking Heads, Van Morrison, Neal Young, Joe Strummer, Frank Zappa, JJ Cale, and so forth and so on. I just wish more of the fans knew that.

POST BISCO FIGHT

2010-04-16T09:03:00.000-07:00

Do's and Don'ts

2010-04-10T23:29:00.000-07:00

Do's and Don'ts from Vice Magazine never ever ever get old.

Duster!

2010-04-04T19:38:00.000-07:00

Listen to what this dildo has to say about Ween. I smell Templeton!

2010-03-04T09:22:00.000-08:00

HERE is the article which states the opinion of a fake journalist who essentially cheated on his term paper:

Even as teenagers spazzing around in their suburban Philadelphia homes, Dean Ween (Mickey Melchiondo) and Gene Ween (Aaron Freeman) offered a giddily irresponsible, snot-fueled antidote to the tiresome PC earnestness that characterized popular music throughout the 1990s. Ween began in the mid-’80s as a lo-fi bedroom act, producing a handful of unhinged four-track cassette releases and rapidly moved up the indie-label chain—first Twin/Tone, then Shimmy-Disc—to land an inexplicable major-label contract with Elektra for the group’s third “official” album, 1992’s remarkable Pure Guava. Since then, on both label-attached records and a dizzying stream of self-released recordings, Ween has delighted in nothing more than vivisecting pop music forms and twisting them into new shapes—or pushing them far beyond their logical endpoints. In addition to their astonishing talent for mimicry and parody, however, Freeman and Melchiondo are also (and this is a point that’s rarely been made with sufficient emphasis) musicians—and students of pop music—of the very first order. Anyone who’s heard the group tackle note-perfect readings of ’70s sap rock with a straight face (such as Billy Joel’s “Honesty” or Wings’ “Band On The Run”) has to recognize that for all its smartass, for two decades Ween has been one of the smartest, most exceptionally gifted bands in rock. That may seem an odd claim to make about a group so energetically dedicated to absurdist goofing, but to sink into Ween’s catalog is to nuzzle the brown underbelly of pop-music history and hear what the top-40 hit parade might have sounded like after a steady diet of whippets, Ballantine’s scotch and carry-out chimichangas. On the occasion of the 20th anniversary of debut GodWeenSatan: The Oneness, here’s our take on the most overrated and underrated songs in Ween’s catalog. Hail the Boognish, mang.

:: The Five Most Overrated Ween Songs
1. “Piss Up A Rope” (1996)
The idea behind 12 Golden Country Greats, Ween’s honky-tonk record, is unalloyed genius. The band recorded the album—10 songs total—in Nashville, with a staggering roster of Music City session legends, including the Jordanaires and Charlie McCoy. To date, it’s Ween’s only album-length genre exercise, and though it wisely runs shorter than most of its other records, there are a couple of moments where the joke wears thin. “Piss Up A Rope,” one of the straighter chuckles on the record, is one. The punch line here is a send-up of the macho swagger of he-man, my-woman-done-me-wrong braggadocio, but after the cheeky first verse, the rest of the song falls a little flat. Unlike other tracks on the record—the equally bratty but smarter “Mr. Richard Smoker,” for instance—the song doesn’t do much to unpack the genre other than stretch its conventions to the limit. At its best, 12 Golden Country Greats pushes country forms into uneasy territory. Though it’s a good joke, “Piss Up A Rope” is one that passes quickly.

2. “Ocean Man” (1997)
The slower demo version of “Ocean Man,” heard here, is actually a little more interesting than the album cut, heard on aquatic concept record The Mollusk. Sluggish and watery, the vocals seem to burble up from the sea floor, coating the track with a brackish slime that’s missing from the final, cleaner version. The Mollusk is filled with excellent songs, as are all of Ween’s albums, but especially if you hear it in sequence, “Ocean Man” doesn’t quite meet the standards of the best work on the record. That it’s become one of the album’s better-known songs, overshadowing more interesting moments like “I’m Dancing In The Show Tonight” and “The Golden Eel,” is something of a mystery.

3. “Spinal Meningitis (Got Me Down)” (1994)
Chocolate And Cheese contains three of the most profoundly upsetting rock songs ever recorded: “The HIV Song,” “Mister, Would You Please Help My Pony?” and “Spinal Meningitis.” By any standard of measurement, that’s an incredible hat trick—and one no other band could pull off, in my estimation. “Spinal Meningitis” gets nosed out by the other two, but mainly on style points. The lyrics of “Mister” paint as disturbing a picture as you’ll ever want to imagine in pop music, while the happy carnival music of “HIV” initially makes the jaw drop in disbelief. If your reaction moves to laughter, even on multiple hearings of the song, it’s an uneasy, shaky laughter. The silly “smile on, mighty Jesus” pun in “Spinal Meningitis” blunts the force of the song more fully than the others, and on multiple listenings, it’s the only one of the three that doesn’t get uglier the more you hear it. Granted, that’s like sporting the least horrifying medical abnormality in the sideshow, but who puts these three deranged songs on a single record and doesn’t expect us to rank them?

4. “Bananas And Blow” (2000)
White Pepper is Ween’s least perverse record, which may be the reason “Bananas And Blow” comes off less successfully than it might. On any other album, the song would have been a light entry, a straightforward Jimmy Buffett take (Freeman has called it a Bob Weir riff), but on White Pepper, nestled among distinctly milder genre-twisting tunes, the easy parody is made to carry more weight than it’s able to support.

5. “You Fucked Up” (1990)
Here’s the starting gun, according to the “official” discography: the opening shot on GodWeenSatan. At just more than 90 seconds, “You Fucked Up” is beloved by fans of Ween’s rawer, punkier side, and it’s a great leadoff track. But what was remarkable even about Ween’s earliest recordings was the band’s deconstruction of genres. In that context, “You Fucked Up” isn’t the most creatively grating cut on the album. I’d rate “Papa Zit” or the second half of “Birthday Boy” above it.

:: The Five Most Underrated Ween Songs
1. “So Long, Jerry” (1996)
Recorded during the 12 Golden Country Greats sessions and originally released as the b-side of “Piss Up A Rope,” “So Long, Jerry” is one of Ween’s most moving performances, another aspect of the band’s art that rarely gets the mention it deserves. As much as they love exploding genres, they’re fans of the genres they explode (the joke wouldn’t work otherwise), and “So Long, Jerry” is as heartfelt a song as they’ve ever recorded. Reportedly a tribute to Jerry Garcia, who died the year before the release of the album, “So Long, Jerry” is a criminal omission from its final track list. And while I’m yapping about it, so is “I Got No Darkside,” which also dates from these sessions and is available on several unofficial compilations.

2. “With My Own Bare Hands” (2007)
You could flog a thesaurus for a solid hour and never come up with enough adjectives for this cut from La Cucaracha, one of the most punishing tracks in the Ween repertoire. The song hits like a car crusher right out of the gate. There are several wonderful things about “With My Own Bare Hands,” but among my favorites are the way Freeman bum rushes the line “I’m gonna be your lawnmower/And cut your fuckin’ grass” and the liberated cock-rock nonsense lyric breakdown that occurs in the fourth verse. It’s a rare song that can send up its genre with equal parts love and smartass. Every time I hear Freeman break forth with “take a shit on the bitch and fuck hooba-jooba,” I weep with happiness. That’s just me. Oh, and also: Melchiondo’s guitar solo sticks it in and breaks it off.

3. “Pollo Asado” (1991)
Full disclosure: I’m one of those Scotchgard-heads who finds The Pod to be Ween’s career high point, no pun intended. I love everything about that goddamn record, from the snotty ripoff of Leonard Cohen’s The Best Of cover art to the murky aura of the music, which sounds like it’s been coated in cough syrup. When I’m laid up on the couch with a high fever, this is my go-to album, and nothing on it sets me to laughing harder than “Pollo Asado,” a stoned-out sendup of a Mexican fast-food order set to a faux-Muzak score. Without giving anything away, the foozle-headed character voices and the senseless transaction they’re embarked on elevate the song from stoner skit into absurdist gibberish. It’s a hysterical performance and one that reveals why producer Kramer latched onto Ween the moment he saw them play live.

4. “Cover It With Gas And Set It On Fire” (1993)
Remember up there in the overrated section, when I talked about disturbing pop songs? I forgot to mention “Cover It With Gas,” which I first heard on double-disc live release Paintin’ The Town Brown, but which is heard in its studio version (from the Skycruiser EP) here. I haven’t the foggiest notion what this track is about, but it sums up Ween’s penchant for terror rock better than any other song I can think of. The repeated shriek of the title, the siren that wails throughout the song’s three minutes, the squalling car-crash sound effects—this is one of the most upsetting soundscapes in all of alt-rock.

5. “What Deaner Was Talkin’ About” (1994)
After the squeal and throttle of “Cover It With Gas,” how about one of the shiniest, poppiest songs in the band’s playbook? “Pork Roll Egg And Cheese” from The Pod runs a tight second, but “What Deaner Was Talkin’ About” is likely the band’s most Beatlesesque moment; Dean Ween has identified the Beatles as his favorite band (just ahead of the Butthole Surfers), and you can hear that love in the song’s bright melody and sweetly sung vocals. And in a songbook filled with snark and darkness, “What Deaner Was Talkin’ About” stands out as a charming, affable moment—not the only one in the band’s catalog, certainly, but one of its friendliest and most congenial.

My immediate response was this:

A word about the comments:

The only reason people say Roses are Free is over rated is due to the fact that Phish covers it. It is a kick ass song no matter how you slice it.

That list is off. It seems like the guy who wrote that has a touch of the Templetons. He didn't do any real research at all. I know it's an opinion piece, but he made it seem like a stolen opinion from a bunch of randoms.

The country Album is not a joke, it's a country album.

The fact that he threw "Dancing in the Show" and "Golden Eel" side by side at the end of the paragraph proves my point that he was scanning ween info without really understanding much at all.

Has he never seen "You fucked up live?" did I miss something?

"So long Jerry" is for pussy's.

"Own Bare Hands mistake again proves shades of Templeton

"Pollo Asado" = he's been waiting to use the term "faux musak" since he got a job at Swagnet.

Eric "wood paneled" Wagoneer can piss up a rope.

NEIL HAMBURGER

2010-02-08T16:06:00.001-08:00

2010-02-03T12:46:00.000-08:00

You Don't Look Serious

2010-01-19T14:09:00.000-08:00

2010/1/19 Kim Jr. <bykimjr@9.cn>

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No one is asking you for money. Why are you writing in your email that you have lots of money to spend?
You do not look serious.

Byung Kyu Kim Jr.
BYUNG KYU KIM BARRISTER SOLICITOR

you look really serious. i am sure you're not holed up in some rat infested shit-box trying to rip off the elderly.

your worst fucking nightmare

BYUNG KYU KIM JR. wants my help!!

2010-01-18T09:00:00.000-08:00

Dear Friend,

I am Byung Kyu Kim Jr.; I'm a Lawyer from Hong Kong. I work for an Iraqi high top
personnel in Iraqi North Oil Company in Iraq. My job takes me most times from Iraq
to Turkey and China.

My client in Iraq needs a Foreigner who can help assist in exporting 100,000 barrels
of Light Crude Oil daily from Kirkuk at the rate of $79.00 a barrel. This amounts to
$7,900,000.00 daily. This business is outside North Oil Company's Knowledge. My client
is able to get extra barrels of light crude oil which amounts to 100,000 barrels through
the means Iraqi North Oil Company gets theirs.

What we want is a foreigner that does not work with Iraqi North Oil Company to run a
Local Company we already set up here. This can be done with ease with my assistance.
I also want you to know that you really do not need to have any experience before you
can partake in this business.

We have been doing this business with a Turkish man previously until he recently got greedy
and we cannot afford to loose more money to him as we do not have any other choice as
at then but working with you leaves us with no choice than to stop working with him immediately.
This is why we need another foreign partner like you that will assist us without greed and
that would be truthful.

There is no risk involved at all in the matter as we are going to adopt a legalized method and
I have documentations backing up this company set up for this exportation purpose. Please
endeavour to observe utmost discretion in all matters concerning this issue. I need to know
if you can handle this business with us?

Your earliest response to this letter will be appreciated.

Byung Kyu Kim Jr.
Attorney at Law
Tel: +852 81979624
BYUNG KYU KIM BARRISTER SOLICITOR
Address: Unit 1009, 10/F., CEF Lend Lease Plaza,
663 King's Road, North Point, Hong Kong
請回答我盡快趕回您閱讀此郵件

I am the man for the Job! I do not work for Iraqui North Oil Company and I know I can help you. You are a lawyer and I trust you. This sounds like a really cool and awesome thing. I want help. I have plenty of cash and accounts that can be used any time. My wife left me with so much money, I just can't spend it fast enough!!!

Please tell me what to do. I am waiting patiently for your response!

Peter Finklestien.

I love it when this happens!

2010-01-14T10:52:00.000-08:00

Another shiteater sent me an email ! I hope I can drag this along for at least month.

maromo@vodafone.ie

show details Jan 12 (2 days ago)

I will like to discuss a very important issue with you. I wrote to know
if this is your valid email. Please, let me know if this email is
valid.

E-mail me on: bykmjr1@9.cn

Byung Kyu Kim Jr.

Attorney at Law

BYUNG KYU KIM BARRISTER SOLICITOR

Yes! This is my email! Thank you for contacting me! I am soooo lonely. I sit around all day and order jewelry off of the television with all my money. Can we be friends?

Peter Finklestien

Le Bad Lieutenant

2010-01-06T11:39:00.000-08:00

This is The Bad Lieutenant

The Really Really Bad Lieutenant

2010-01-05T00:40:00.000-08:00

Abel Ferraras 1992 film The Bad Luetinant was groundbreaking in that it created a visceral connection from which we as the audience could feel the loneliness, pain, depression, and confusion of the star, Harvey Keitel. In this film, The bad cop is not just bad, he is downright nasty. He sniffs coke, smokes crack, smokes and snorts heroin, steals drugs, steals money, beats off in front of 2 teenage girls, you name it! We could feel his pain. I could at least. IT was dark and it was gruesome, but it was also connective and convincing that yes, this man is so fucked up he might as well end it. And he does in his own way.

This new bullshit with Nick Cage version is quite disrespectful to the original film. I mean, Cage is an alter boy compared to Keitel. It was an embarrassment to the first Film, but that's not even it. It was just a terrible movie through and through. The "Bad" Lieutenant basically goes to fucking rehab! Are we supposed to learn from this? I am not a movie critic so this probably isn't sounding to good, but I hope you get the point and that your eyes are opening to just how piss-poor the movie making system is these days. When movies like that are finished, do producers and directors sit in a screening room, watch, and say "oh wow, that was so great, let's do it!" I fear that that is the reality with which we are dealing.

Saturday Night Live Season 15 Episode 17 Hanukkah Harry on SlashControl

2009-12-30T22:35:00.000-08:00

Saturday Night Live Season 15 Episode 17 Hanukkah Harry on SlashControl

Are MAC users snobbier?

2009-12-30T22:11:00.000-08:00

I just got a tricked out new laptop with all the fixins'. Hopefully, I will be able to do all kinds of amazing shit , but I seriously doubt it. It isn't a MAC and that's OK because honestly I don't think I could handle the responsibility. It seems like If you buy a MAC or if Santa Claus, Hanukkah Harry or Kwanzaa Karl hooks it up you are then required to be a professional blogger, a DJ, able to create albums with your 18 track recorder which is plugged up to the Protools program you had to take a night course to use, knowledgeable about all things with the "I" prefix, a motion picture director, editor, and of course producer and so on. Of course I could be totally wrong and jealous of people with MACs.

Are MAC users Snobbier?

2009-12-22T13:06:00.000-08:00

Seriously, Don't.

Today is The Day...

The one and only reason to learn to play the guitar. "It was sewn by Squanto."

Boy are you fat!

THE BIG SHIP

2009-12-22T11:18:00.001-08:00

Listen:

Merry KRIMAH!

2009-12-21T22:49:00.000-08:00

Wait, so Christmas isn't about Jesus shooting Santa with a Shotgun? I am totally lost. And I thought Grandma got run over by a reindeer, not a reindeer got massacred by a pickup truck.

yes

2009-12-08T19:23:00.000-08:00

hung with jewels

2009-12-08T19:21:00.000-08:00

Hippies

2009-11-23T21:10:00.000-08:00

I accidentally netflixed Fillmore: The Last Days and it sure taught me a lesson about Bill Graham, his vision, and how awful hippies were. Bill Graham wanted nothing more than to create venues in which bands could perform and to have the community come together to enjoy such things. Everybody knows that virtually every band that stood out in the days of acid and daisy's played the Fillmore West. I know there was a Fillmore East and that the Fillmore West is still there and all that shit, so save it. Anyway, in this documentary you can actually witness how fucking annoying hippies were and how absolutely retarded their perception of reality was. A guy decked out in THE MOST contrived hippie costume ever is bothering Bill Graham , who by the way is up to his eyeballs in bullshit trying to put together a final concert, about how unfair he's being for not allowing his shitty band to be on the bill. He is drooling out this wastoid Chong dialect which is so frustrating it makes you want to reach through the tv and thump his beheadbanded melon right between the eyes. Graham stands tall, tells him to fuck off and chases him down the stairs. Beautiful. I think my point is that although really quality music came out of that time period a lot of the active hippies were remarkably uncool. I am not cool at all, but man, these people were so fucking terrible. I lived in San Francisco long enough to notice how utterley crusty the leave-behinds from the days of flower power are -just plain narsty. The ones who got their shit together are fantastic. They own small businesses and do all they can to contribute to society. Sure, they still puff and probably eat mushrooms at Steve Kimock shows, but thats fine. Great in fact. The ones who didn't realize that moving on was the wise way to go are limpin' around with their hand out, looking like that monster in Mullholland Drive.

Rent Fillmore: The Last Days if you wanna see what got my panties in a bunch.

Tammy

2009-11-16T14:08:00.001-08:00

Althea '81

2009-11-16T14:04:00.001-08:00

A Day in the Life

2009-10-20T15:56:00.000-07:00

UPDATE

2009-10-20T14:25:00.000-07:00

I haven't heard anything from that piece of shit who was trying to rip me off via email. Here is GW's "Let's Get Divorced." Fucking great!

I just got back from the Fair, the fair, the unforgettable fair this afternoon. Check this out:

The carny couldn't guess what month I was birthed, so I won a sickening airbrush rendering of what I guess is every famous rapper from the past 20 years or so. I really don't know. What I do know is that it's framed and completely bad-ass.

The fair is such a wonderful place to really look around and say to yourself, "wow, what a bunch of redbirds." I was looking to purchase a diamond studded cross or belt buckle , but I blew all my grip on deep fried butter. I did win a couple of goldfish at the ping pong ball toss. I'm sure they will live a very long time. The high lite of the day was the fake freak show. The posters outside promise the fattest man in the world and the tallest women in the world, but all you get when you walk in are fake artifacts in plastic boxes, stories from the National Enquirer which have been blown up, and a really nasty smell. Oh, and a mysterious aluminum bucket with mucus green standing water in it. Who the fuck knows what was in there? There was a goat. A sad, pissed off, hungry goat with an extra horn. It was only a dollar , so I guess it was money well spent. I did run out screaming "oh my God! Holy Shit! Do not go in there! in front of a group of school children. They didn't even have to pay and got a real freak show.

I am an insufferable pussy when it comes to riding the scary rides, so I strapped into the "Cliff Hanger." Very hardcore.

Regrets: Dave Matthews Band

2009-10-02T13:51:00.000-07:00

This is funny. Thanks Drew!

The Great Outdoors

2009-09-30T21:01:00.000-07:00

Every evening this week Ken Burns' mini-series on PBS, "The National Parks - America's Best Idea" has given me a sweet reminder of just how stunningly beautiful this country is - and hopefully always will be. It documents the pioneers who, instead of destroying the natural beauty of the west, did everything possible to protect it. The discovery and eventual protection of natural wonders from the Rocky Mountains and Pueblo dwellings of Colorado, the hot springs and geysers in what is now Yellowstone National Park, to the mighty Redwoods of California (and much much more) is beautifully presented in 30 to 50 year increments. The mini-series also tells of the federal government’s idiotic attitude toward the protection of wilderness back then, and how damaging tourism became later. It is a remarkable series and I think every American should be required to watch it.

I can testify to how moronic tourists can be. Believe it or not I lived and worked in the Del Norte Redwoods in Northern California. My job was to show visitors the most spectacular trails that would lead them to the biggest and most majestic old-growth Redwoods throughout the park. Sadly, a large percentage of the tourists had one question, and one question only (which I quickly grew to despise): "Where is that big ole tree you can driiiive a car through?!"

If they appeared and acted extra tacky and uninterested in seeing the hundreds of treasures right under their noses, I would happily direct them to the famous tree - which is actually dead because some ass cut a whole in it to make a couple of bucks.

Anyway, spending an extended period of time amongst these ancient giants had a profound effect on me and the way I look at things. I hope everyone gets a chance to see them up close. If not, at least watch the Ken Burns documentary

Rip Off artist Kamah Romeo

2009-09-20T10:58:00.000-07:00

Every once and a while I receive an email which is clearly a complete scam probably coming out of Nigeria or some other impoverished country where things like this are common practice. The sad thing is senior citizens or vulnerable and lonely Americans fall for this shit and lose their life savings all the time. So, I've decided to see how long I can keep this fucker on my hook. My code name is Cleo Mcdowell and the dirt bomb rip off artist is lady Kamah Romeo. I hope this lasts a long time and I can get this person or persons in some kind of trouble. Enjoy!

I am miss kamah,

I saw your contact , and i was deeply moved.I think that you are a very
interesting person.So I decided to use the chance to get to know you.i dont think that the age appearance is so important. The most important is what is inside you and how do you feel about the life.
I know this life from many sides and I am rather mature already to know how to make a man happy.I think we should use every chance to find our
happiness. and I am contacting you for obvious reason which you will
understand.

i am sending this mail just to know if this email address is OK,reply me so that i will send my photo and more details to you,and i have a very important thing to tell you, i still hope for your reply,

have a pleasant day,

miss kamah, Well yah! U sound kewl. Everything in your email is like totaly the way I feel!

I look forward to you writing back. I'm very lonely and I don't know what to do sometimes because I have so much money$ and I don't know what to do with it.

Thanks,
Cleo Mcdowell

Thanks for reaching out!

Hello Dear,

How are you today ?,I know this mail will not come to you as a surprise since we have not had a previous correspondence, please bear with me.i will really like to have a good relationship with you, and i have a special reason why i decided to contact you,

I decided to contact you because of the urgency of my situation here in the Refugee camp. and after reading your mail to me i decided to let you no who I'm,I am Miss Kamah R. Horton 25 years old girl from Liberia, the daughter of Late Hon. Romeo Horton who was the founder and former president of Liberia's first indigenous bank, the Bank of Liberia (BOL). He was a dedicated public servant, rising from Assistant Economic Adviser to President W.V.S. Tubman to become the first Secretary of Commerce, Industry and Labor. ,

My father was died on Tuesday, Dec. 13, 2005, in his 83rd year, at the Abington Hospital in Abington, Pennsylvania. I am constrained to contact you because of the maltreatment that I'm receiving from my step mother. She planned to take away all my late father's treasury and properties from me since the unexpected death of my beloved Father and she have being seceding in taking some.Mean while I wanted to escape to the Europe but she hide away my international passport and other valuable traveling documents.

Luckily she did not discover where I kept my fathers File which contains important documents that notified of my father Deposition in my name . So I decided to run to the refugee campseeking asylumUnited Nations High Commission for the Refugee herein Dakar, Republic of Senegal. I wish to contact you personally for a long term business relationship and investment assistance in your Country,

My father of blessed memory deposited the sum of US $6, 700, 000.00 (Six million Seven Hundred USD), with security vault company with my name as the next of kin. But meanwhile you should not allow any other person to know about the contents of the deposition as cash since my late father did not disclose the contents of the deposit to anybody,

however, I shall forward you with all the necessary documents on confirmation of your acceptance to assist me for the clearing of the fund and transfer it to your position for investment .As you will help me in an investment, and i will like to complete my studies, as i was in my 1st year in the university,when the crisis started. It is my intention to compensate you with 10% of the total money for your services and the balance shall be my investment capital. This is the reason why I decided to contact you.

Please all communications should be through this email address only for confidential purposes. As soon as I receive your positive response showing your interest I will put things into action immediately.

In the light of the above, I shall appreciate an urgent message indicating your ability and willingness to handle this transaction sincerely. you can not call me on phone because i have no phone here but if you will like to speak to me on phone i will arrange with some one who will give me a phone number in the camp. it is the Reverend priest Number here in the camp, call and tell him that you want to speak with me,he will sent for me because i am staying at the female hostel. Awaiting your urgent and positive response. Please do keep this only to your self please i beg you not to disclose it till i come over once the fund has been transferred. try to check attached massage is my picture
Yours
mis kamah

Oh my Gosh! I'm so sorry to hear about this. It sure sounds like a good deal for me. I can help you with your problem and make money. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you. Golly , I hope I can help you get what is rightfully yours. you remind me of Cinderella and you are just being treated so badly like she was by her mean and nasty sisters. I am very interested!

Thanks for choosing me to help you!

Cleo Mcdowell

Buenos Tardes .

2009-09-20T10:46:00.000-07:00

I haven't updated indoorsy lately as i have been out of commission. Hopefully I will be back for a steady period of time. This email explains a little bit:

In the past few months I have been through the ringer as far as my health goes. The cancer in my bones and the treatments attached have left me with a rather unpleasant malady called Avascular Necrosis or AVN. (careful googling AVN - that also stands for adult video network.) The pain has been awful, but at least we know what it is and how to treat it with the right medication and therapy. Most importantly it is NOT cancer. My MRI's, bone scan, and PET scan all came back clean and cold. I was convinced the cancer was back for a third battle so this news was absolutley monumental. I've never been as worried as I was going into these tests. Sweet relief. Thank God.

The thoughts, prayers, good vibes, "how are yous?", visits, gifts, inquires, and everything else from every one of you was, is, and always will be the fire under my ass that keeps me playing what can best be described as an unpleasant, frightening, drawn-out game of Wack-A-Mole.

My family has been right here with me every step of the way. I am so incredibly lucky to have the support, assistance, and love they provide. Also, my girl friend (Jamie) deserves a Nobel prize for her incomparable positivity, help, and patience.

I look forward to rejoining the normal world as soon as I am able.

Best always,

Dan

Eleanor The Tour Whore

2009-08-28T15:40:00.001-07:00

My Last Doughnut Choice

2009-06-24T08:21:00.000-07:00

2009-06-24T08:19:00.000-07:00

The ever elusive ingenious twosome that is Steely Dan graced the Triangle with their presence last week at the impressive Durham Performing Arts Center - or the DPAC if you’re into the whole brevity thing. Most of you know that Steely Dan isn’t a guy you can talk to or ask for an autograph. It’s actually an ever-changing cadre of incredible musicians handpicked (or should I say cherry picked ) by Walter Becker and Donald Fagan, the founders and wizards behind the curtain of the whole operation. I assume everyone knows that, but someone the other day did ask me “what does he look like?”

I was undoubtedly one of the youngest Steely fans in the room, proving that “all those day glow freaks who used to paint their face have joined the human race.” The entire venue was packed with couples from their mid- forties through to their sixties who left behind their Blackberries and thoughts of the suffering economy to hear The Dan perform hits such as “Reeling in the Years,” “Peg,” and “Hey Nineteen.”

Fortunately, everyone in attendance got plenty more than they thought for their dollar. Throughout the show Becker and Fagan drew from a well stirred cocktail of songs dusted off from late 70’s albums “Aja”, and “Katie Lied” with a few others from 1981’s “Gaucho” (not to mention a fan favorite “Kid Charlemagne” from 1976’s “The Royal Scam.”) The romantic and sinister “Babylon Sisters” was a crowd pleaser, to say the very least. Fagan handed over the mic to Becker to handle vocals for a rousing rendition of “Daddy Don’t Live in that New York City No More.”

Each tune was plain perfect and only made incredibly more vibrant by the five-piece horn section, John Herrington covering rhythm and some scorching lead guitar work. The siren like back up singers swung their arms in harmony just like their soul-sister vocals. Donald Fagan hunched over his keyboard, standing occasionally to rock the not often seen or heard instrument--the Meldodica--while Walter Becker ripped through each song on guitar with quicksilver perfection, joking with the crowd about the landscape of our great state, verifying that these real deals had a sense of humor and humanity.

In a live setting Steely Dan is a dispensary of jazz, rock, funk and some things in between. Within the lyrics of all Steely albums Becker and Fagan create an alternate universe of late nights, beautiful women, classy affairs and shady activities. It may not be for everyone, but if you look beyond the accusations that Steely Dan is nothing but elevator music, you will find a forbidden city of musical gold and literary brilliance matched by no one else in the world of music. Who else put out albums throughout the 1970’s, steadily winning Grammy awards and other accolades, and then abruptly stopping in 1980 with a multi-Grammy winning record (Gaucho) - only to return some twenty odd years later with a new album (Two Against Nature) which sweeps the Grammy Awards? Steely Dan.

To try and sum up what Steely is all about I’ll take a line from Gaucho’s “Time out of Mind” (which they played early in the show): “It’s perfection and grace. It’s the smile on your face.”

-Dan Reeves

Breakfast

2009-03-05T15:23:00.000-08:00

Austin City Limits Music Festival

2008-10-03T10:43:00.000-07:00

Friend and Indoorsy corespondent Brad Mullins gave us a taste of his experience at this years festivities.

“I listen to bands that don’t exist yet.” That’s what that guy’s t-shirt said, said Drew. He looked exactly like the comic book store owner from the Simpsons….exaclty. But, instead of his shirt saying ‘worst show ever’ it said ‘I listen to bands that don’t exist yet.’
We were making our way up to the as close as we’re willing to get without smelling the person in front of you spot for the MGMT’s Saturday afternoon set when this guy passed us and Drew relayed the t-shirt message. I searched around for about 30 seconds laughing my ass off and hoping to catch a glimpse of this guy but he had long disappeared into the crowd of 14-24 year old girls in cowboy boots, board shorts/hippy skirts, bikini tops and whatever outrageous pair of sunglasses of the day blended best with their pink and blonde highlights. Feeling pretty cool in my Ween tour 2004 t-shirt I realized that it wasn’t quite the armor at a music festival it once was. In the crowd of tween, teen and beyond MGMT fans, Ween might as well be the grateful dead and I might as well be an undercover cop asking if anybody has any dope for sale.

This is possibly my favorite moment of the Austin experience. The moment before someone I’ve never seen but have been wanting very much to see for awhile takes the stage. After 7 years of coming here and striking the perfect blend of seeing artists I’ve always seen and always loved, artists I’ve never seen but always loved, artists I’ve just heard and am kind of curious about, and the artists that don’t exist yet—at least, not in my own consciousness—not until the moment I pass by their set and stop and stare and listen; this ladder momentous occurrence by the way has resulted in the immediate purchase of records in the past upon my return to Raleigh of; Blonde Redhead, Andrew Bird, Ghostland Observatory, Stars, The Long Winters, and even the Shins (from SXSW in like 2001 well before Natalie Portman made it cool for the rest of the world to like them)------yes, I’ll be ordering my “I listen to bands that don’t exist yet” t-shirt off the internet after I finish this review.

For now, file the MGMT under ‘artists I’ve just heard and am kind of curious about.’ I had never seen them, but I had been wearing their record out in my car all summer. “Time to Pretend” just might be the best thing lyrically I’ve heard from the under 25 set all year and I don’t care how proud everybody is of how funky Jim James got on Evil Urges this year, no single bleeds more Prince meets Parliament Funkadelic d.n.a. like “Electric Feel.”
Drew had seen the MGMT twice in D.C. this summer and said they weren’t all that, in fact I could tell that he kind of wished we were standing on the opposite side of the park waiting for Spiritualized to come on instead. But again, I had not seen them and loved their mostly electronic record and this is a major part of why I come to ACL--to finally see this kind of band. With expectations low, I have to say that they impressed us……both. Even Drew said they had a much more full sound and when the 20k plus crowd was head-bobbing in unison to flying confetti we devilishly-smilingly agreed that they had overcome that dastardly little problem a lot of these new bands have with converting a mostly electronic record to an actual badass live sound with actual musicians playing actual instruments and the vocals and the everything magically coming together.

Unfortunately, for this year at ACL that was really the only band I can think of that provided the experience that had not existed yet…………except, for Byrne, but to a lesser degree as Byrne has been existing deep in my consciousness for over 20 years now. What year was ‘Stop Making Sense?” 1984?
O.K., I was a kid in 1984 and MTV was my window to the world outside of my elementary school and soccer practice limited reality and that crazy guy in the big suit was my Guide to that world. However, I had never seen him live and my short list was about to get a giant check. I was expecting the slower string section Byrne of recent DVD’s and tour reviews with about 25% talking heads songs. Instead, I got “Stop Making Sense” 2008 with more like 45% heads songs and Byrne only playing acoustic for I think one tune which was choreographed with office chairs on wheels that he and his band spun around in. The band was also all decked out all in white. And there were five or six people who were on stage just to dance the only David Byrne could choreograph dance routines. He was strong as ever vocally and on guitar and his band, especially back up vocalists were as tight as it ever was. Highlights; cross-eyed and painless, life during wartime, once in a lifetime, and every solo Byrne song he played. I could go on forever about how amazing Byrne was, but, I ain’t got time for that now.

We saw M Ward at the festival on Friday too with full band, but more on that later.

We went to Emo’s for an after party Friday night and saw Wax Fang, Dead Confederate and the Heartless Bastards. Wax Fang does more for the power trio since the Jimi Hendrix Experience and the Heartless Bastards are just plain good. Dead Confederate I had never heard before nor heard of and if I had just heard their name I would not have gone. You would think they were a Drive By Truckers tribute band based on that name, but their sound actually owes all its admiration to early 90’s seattle grunge. Think Mother Love Bone fronted by Kurt Cobain. I would even go so far as to point all casting directors for future Hollywood biopics about Cobain to a Dead Confederate show to watch this guy who fronts them sing and play and well, pose. Not to disparage their music; which is actually quite good. To all the people out there crying over the demise of grunge and pissing on all those creed, fuel, alter bridge, p.o.d., puddle of mudd, etc. ad nauseum c.d.’s and wondering where it all went wrong for grunge after taking the commercial turn of stupid melodied crunch guitars and Eddie Vedder impersonators, you can dry your eyes on Dead Confederate. Again, mother love bone meets nirvana. ‘nuff said. Enjoy, grunge fans.

*I suppose you could classify dead confederate as one of those bands that don’t exist yet for me, but since I’m not running out to buy their record, I don’t think of them that way.

Saturday was kind of a blur. Interesting highlights would have been CSS and Man Man, two bands that are definitely doing their own thing based on other obscure things from the 1980’s, and they are respective things that I can only tolerate for about 20 minutes at a time.

CSS, young French girls raised on Go-gos and Sugarcubes who really can sing and play and make the kids have a good time.

Man Man, a band that has dedicated their entire sound to the Tom Waits record Rain Dogs. Seriously. Go listen. Tell me that isn’t a fair assessment.

Erykah Badu was a nice mid afternoon breeze and she and her back up singers just kind of patted me on the back and told me that everything was going to be o.k…..which is nice, even though I didn’t hear “Tyrone.”

The MGMT was Saturday too, as were the Black Keys who were dirtysicknasty, but I’m looking more forward to seeing them in a juke joint like Disco Rodeo this weekend where that kind of dirtysicknasty guitar sound belongs.

But, Saturday night the badassness was brought most bodaciously by Beck. Looking like desire era Dylan, he walked out with a more stripped down band than I’d ever seen with him wearing a floppy hat and long long hair he drew the slide down the strings for a long awaited ‘loser.’ Unlike the Brooklyn gig I saw from him 4 years ago, he played well. His band was solid and not trying to do too much experimental dumb shit (see the years beck and his band spent about 20 minutes mid gig to play tea pots and dishes on a dining room table in the middle of the stage). This weekend’s gig was more like the Odelay tour with Beck knowing that the audience came to groove and love and admire. Groove to ‘devils haircut,’ ‘where it’s at,’ ‘guero,’ ‘girl’ and love and long to ‘golden age’ and my personal favorite, ‘Lost Cause.’ He pretty much played the best three songs off all his records as any mature artist should for a festival crowd. Oh, then he turned around and played ‘leopard skin pillbox hat’ and told us all ‘that was a song by Mr. Bob Dylan’ before saying thanks and walking off stage to go back to wherever it is that the crazy little geniuses go when they aren’t making records in whatever genre they feel like.

Sundays are blissful exhaustion at this festival. You’ve essentially been standing and walking for 60 hours--at the park during the day and in bars and venues at night and you’ve stretched your body and your bladder to its extreme with beer and the fear of missing something on stage and the general awkwardness of leaving your spot and heading through the crowd for the bathroom. You’ve also been eating a lot of tex mex and barbeque and sleeping very little. This is the Sunday that three years ago I somehow managed to cut my head open on a porta-john during a Flaming Lips set to find myself loaded on percocet at the Austin hospital where a very nice female doctor was stapling the top of my head back together when my little schedule said I should have been watching Ween round out the Sunday afternoon time slot instead. In other words, On the third and final day of the festival you are exhausted and sore beyond belief, your body is worn out and your brain is not really functioning clearly, but it’s a blissful kind of tired nonetheless.

So, we slept late. Did some shopping at waterloo records and headed out late afternoon to the fest. We only wanted to see three bands that day. Okkervil River, The Raconteurs, and band of horses, but we surprisingly were handed Gillian Welch and David Rawlings with a special appearance by Allsion Krauss. We also saw Stars and Neko Case who were all fine and dandy before heading over to see the Okkervill River guys.

I love Okkervil River records. “The stage names,” the record they released last year I listened to over and over, but these guys did not deliver live. Their sound was thin and weak. It kills me the same way that other great band from Austin who makes great records but sounds weak and thin live kills me….Spoon. I don’t get it. It pisses me off. These bands are like that beautiful girl at the bar that says really cool and interesting things so you take her home only to find out that she can’t kiss worth a damn. It’s crazy, and I just don’t get it. How does a band that makes such great records suck so much ass live? And furthermore, how is it that both bands are from Austin, the LIVE music capital of the world? The city that has the only festival I go to because I know this town has the best sound men in the country and by far the most appreciative audience because every single bar on every single street has a frickin stage for frickin bands to play on every frickin night of the week. How the hell do the two bands who I think are making the best records out of Austin have the thinnest sound on stage? Sorry to all the diehard Spoon and Okkervil river fans, but your bands can’t kiss worth a damn.

On the other hand, The Raconteurs make some of the best straight ahead rock records since led zeppelin and they proved to me once again that they kick out the jams on stage like they’re the MC5. Jack White apparently woke up that morning with doctors telling him he had a ‘disc in the wrong place’ in his back and he factored the blues he felt over this news into at least three songs which was impressive in it’s bluesman virtuosity but kind of weird to be an audience member wondering if he should be out there on stage peeling the leaves off the trees with his wailing and guitar banshee screaming if he had a physical medical problem of any level of seriousness.

Anyway, they ripped. I’ll go see the Raconteurs any place, any time. There’s nothing out there in rock’n’roll land that even comes close. Their drummer is the jack white of drums, their bass player is rock solid, Brendan Benson is more like Simon and Simon to Jack White’s Simon and Garfunckle…….if you know what I mean.?..........they’re both like Paul Simon in terms of talent. There isn’t a Garfunckle to be found amongst the Raconteurs, he’s busy playing drums for the white stripes.
I kid Meg because I love her and I will never know how well she kisses.

Two years ago I returned from the ’06 festival with a head full of staples and stories of bands I had just seen when you and Drew told me to shut up because y’all had just seen the two best artists coming up that weekend here in the triangle at the Cat’s Cradle. One of those bands was Band of Horses, the other was M Ward. That weekend two years ago, you and Drew saw Band of horses with about 50 other people at the cat’s cradle and last Sunday night Drew and I saw them with about Thirty Thousand people at the ACL festival. They played after the Raconteurs, at night. The music business, it’s crazy. I can’t tell you anything about BOH that you don’t already know because you and I have seen them plenty over the past two years. So, they were great and just as blown away by all the attention as we were. You probably know this, but they tour with two other guitar players now which makes for a much fuller BOH live sound. Oh, and they played two new songs that sounded very promising.

That did it for the festival and on to our final nighttime show at la zona rosa for M Ward, Jenny Lewis, and Conor Oberst. I’ll never understand why M Ward isn’t at the top of a bill like that, but I’m glad he came out first because I was tired. He did about 6 songs by himself and then was joined by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings for a handful of songs off Transistor Radio which I could easily imagine Gillian and David doing backflips over into a bathtub in some farmhouse just outside of Nashville. Those transistor radio songs are what that couple is all about. It occurred to me that Rawlings and M Ward are probably the most interesting acoustic players of their age group and I felt like watching the two of them play together was really something special. Not to mention the vocal blend of the two of them with Gillian.

It also occurred to me that M Ward’s material is mostly about looking at death as an appreciation of life and life as an appreciation of death. Death of relationships, death of the heart, what the heart wants, death of a passion for living and just plain death in general delivered in a manner that somehow forces the listener to appreciate both life and death. I think that’s why he always wears a hat when he performs. He keeps the bill low over his eyes so you can’t really see what he feels about his songs. Not cryptic, but complex. Not agonizing, but wry and funny. Like life. Like his guitar playing style. And like his old man’s song at the end of Chinese Translation.

It should be noted here that M Ward was the only artist I saw twice this weekend and he is also the artist I listened to all day in and out of airports and airplanes on my way back to Raleigh on Monday. I sort of rediscovered him as if he had not existed before, even though I’ve been listening to his records now for two years. Ever since you and Drew went to see him and you told me he was a genius.

Anyway, he is a genius.

Jenny Lewis was as hot as I thought she’d be, and she sounded really good.

Conor, thank god is clearly trying to move away from that bright eyes thing and be more of a it’s about the music and not my persona artist, but let’s face it, for someone like me, after seeing M Ward at eleven o’clock on the Sunday night of that three day marathon I wasn’t really paying attention to anything but how quickly I could get my ass back to the hotel and into bed.

What's the deal with Devo?

2008-09-23T14:41:00.000-07:00

Seriously, It's alright

2008-09-20T02:08:00.001-07:00

This reminds of elementary school:

Moving Midway

2008-09-12T21:08:00.000-07:00

Moving Midway is a Documentary made by distinguished film critic Godfrey Cheshire. The film documents the actual picking up and moving of an old plantation home to a different location in order to make way for a new highway and shopping center. You would think it's the familiar tale of man versus urban sprawl. Not this time. During the move, Cheshire discovers many of his relatives from the days of slavery, and when having sexual relations with a slave was not uncommon. It is a fascinating story with unforgettable characters, all humorous and authentic. The film also teaches a valuable lesson about the Holllywood perception of life in the south (think Gone With the Wind / Birth of a Nation,) and the way things actually were.

Here is some good press about Moving Midway from The New York Times.

The Film will be playing at the Rialto Theater here in Raleigh starting Mid September. Go See it.

ELECTRIC JAZZ SHOW W/ MAURICE

2008-09-11T15:30:00.000-07:00

One of the technicians who worked on me last month turned out to be quite a bad ass when it comes to knowing what's up with Electric Jazz, Jazz Fusion, and any other Jazz related music for that matter. His name is Maurice and he is cooler than the other side of the pillow. Not only is he one hell of a Radiation technician, he is also a wealth of information in the music department.

Check out his show (if you are in the triangle) Sunday nights at 9:00 PM on 88.9 FM. He plays tunes that will get your feet tapping for sure. The best thing about the show is when Maurice plays something you've never heard of in your entire life and it completely blows you away; and away to the record store you go. Let's just say the man knows exactly what he's doing. Also, I couldn't have asked for a cooler technician to get me through radiation. Thanks Maurice!

Tune in Sunday nights WSHA 88.9 FM @ 9:00

Here is a little Tony Williams featuring Carlos Santana (Williams plays drums)- something Maurice introduced me to.

Or check out "The Electric Jazz Show" with Maurice online HERE

It Rubs the Lotion on its Skin / Update

2008-09-11T14:47:00.000-07:00

Folks,

I have already had 3 treatments of chemotherapy and all I have to bitch about is the fact that I am really tired most of the time. No hair has fallen out, and I haven't started a Barf 'o Rama , Davie "Lard Ass" Hogan style. So, please folks, keep the good vibes, thoughts and prayers coming in this direction. God knows I need it.

OH and, Put the fucking lotion in the fucking basket!

Beaver Boys

2008-09-08T13:44:00.001-07:00

Slighty Different Direction

2008-09-03T00:29:00.000-07:00

I will now be using "INDOOSRY" as a journal of sorts to document the ups and downs of my coming adventures through the bleek, and let's hope mildy entertaining and inspirational world of my battle with cancer.

I will, at the same time try my best to maintain the current status as amusing and interesting with other content such as music reviews, film reviews, detailed accounts of altercations with people I find to be less than odious, and so on. Wish me Luck!

Email from Deaner

2008-08-22T22:50:00.001-07:00

If anyone reading this knows me and what is going on with me , you will really understand the magnificence of this email.

hey dan, this mickey (dean) from ween. your buddy ed sent me an email and told me that you've been sick for awhile now but that you're a fighter and are still in great spirits and humor. i just wanted to drop you a "get well soon" and just say hello. apparently we've met before, hungover at a gas station in the middle of texas. i hope that you stay in positive spirits and that we can say hello sometime in person. hats off to you brother, hang in there and fuck tha police.

sincerely,

mickey

SPAGETT!

2008-08-18T09:53:00.001-07:00

Tropic Thunder

2008-08-17T19:28:00.000-07:00

So, I saw Tropic Thunder. Twice. On the same day. It is actually that funny.

Robert Downey Jr. gives the performance of a lifetime. Oscar worthy. His black guy act is far and away the most dead on balls accurate and hilarious thing I have ever seen. He spits nothing but comedic pearls from start to finish, especially when sparring with authentic black product hustler / semi rapper, MTV puppet, and all around young, black and proud Alpa Chino, played wonderfully by Brandon T. Jackson. Downey's emotional words about the "N" word while in the arms of Jackson made me spit Diet Coke out of my nose all over my Voits.

I was ready for Ben Stiller's character Tugg Speedman to get old fast, and it did. BUT, another character he portrays in another movie within this movie was hysterical. Simple Jack. You just have to see Simple Jack. My description would do it no justice. Thankfully, with the help of his role as another character, Stiller remains freshly funny until the end.

Newcomer Jay Baruchel does a fantastic job playing the young, smart, sensible and resourceful rookie Kevin Sandusky. I see him climbing up the Hollywood comedy ladder in short order thanks to Tropic Thunder. His role as the cohesive voice of reason for the group of moronic primadonnas in the film transcends the fictional dischord among the characters and genuinely holds the actual film together quite well.

What can I say about Jack Black? He has become increasingly annoying over the past six or seven years, but his role as the drug addicted, Farleyesque, Hollywood ham Jeff Portnoy is downright funny. The faux trailer for his blockbuster comedy "The Fatties" is enough to make you tear up with laughter. I crack up just thinking about it.

Tom Cruise is pretty funny as sleezy, hairy, gold chain wearing mega producer Les Grossman. This was definitely a move to get him out of his current status as a complete and utter lunatic. Well done, Tom. We will always love you, and we appreciate your jumping into zany roles like this. But, man you are bat shit crazy.

Mathew McConaughey plays Stiller (Tugg's) manager. The part is played well because he is really just playing himself as a manager instead of the lead in a crappy romantic comedy. Matthew M. in real life is so mindblowingly terrible I have a hard time looking at him without cringing. I know I know, he was so funny in Dazed Confused. Got it. Now, put a shirt on brah.

Steve Coogan: We welcome you with open arms into American film. His short-lived role as the films director is solid, but in no way does it showcase his talent as a comedian . He is a comedic genius in real life, but in this film his facial expressions do most of the work for him. Also, his final scene is memorable to say the very least.

Also, Nick Nolte plays it gritty and tough perfectly with a few funny lines here and there.

Two Thumbs way up for this one. Five Stars.

Junior!

2008-08-07T11:20:00.000-07:00

I've spent many sleepless nights wondering whatever to happened Junior. I also haven't had a smiley pie in years.

Problem Child

Knopfler in Charlotte

2008-08-05T17:57:00.001-07:00

This is a little late, but I have been a little preoccupied lately. Knopfler in Charlotte was just about as amazing as I could have ever imagined. The guy simply touches the guitar and glass starts to break, people combusts spontaneously, women give birth. It is insane. I really have a hard time trying to describe how good this show was. It was definitely a once in a lifetime experience for me. I have been an obsessive lover of all things Dire Straits / Mark Knopfler for some time now, so it was quite special. Also, I'm pretty sure Mark doesn't roll through the Queen City that often, especially since the Hornets moved.

Randy Pausch - Oct. 23, 1960 - July 25, 2008

2008-07-25T17:57:00.000-07:00

We did it 'till we were Un - Concho

2008-07-23T02:21:00.000-07:00

She and Him ?

2008-07-23T01:54:00.000-07:00

Don't get me wrong, I really think M. Ward is truly one of the better musicians and singers floating around these days. His voice is distinct, his lyrics mean something, and from my experience, he nails it live. My concern here is that he is touring with the actress Zooey Deschnnel under the guise "She and Him". There is just something fishy about an "indie" (god I hate that word) musician like M. Ward toting a Hollywood ingenue around, hopefully not just because they are like tooootally in love. The two will be performing at the Cat's Cradle in Carboro July 28th. It will be interesting to see if it works. Who knows? Maybe I hold a bit of anger towards Zooey for Co Starring in "The Happening" which was utterly terrible. I mean it was really really awful.

Here is their Video. It kinda reeks of MTV cheese if you ask me.

Please take the time to check out some M. Ward (sans movie starlet.)

Dude, check out my T-shirt! It's Totaly Revolutionary!

2008-07-17T08:26:00.001-07:00

Kids today for some reason have adopted the Che Guevera Image as a symbol of fruit roll ups, micro machines, hypercolor, or anything else completly commercialized.

Here is an intersteting article about this retarded fad. (thanks C. Powell)

Lauren Conrad

2008-07-16T13:08:00.000-07:00

That chick from the Hills that isn't completely stainfull is coming here to sling some undies at North Hills' posh girly shop Gena Chandler. I secretly wish it was Heidi and Spencer who were coming to promote that awesome song she wrote, so I could kidnap Spencer, give him a bunch of paper cuts and then pour lemon juice all over him.

thanks for the info Brahsome!

Radiohead

2008-07-15T12:56:00.000-07:00

A google insider whose name i won't mention (for protection from google, which is watching you jerk off right now) sent me the link to this video for house of cards.

Check out the "make your own video" option.

more later!

HOUSE OF CARDS

Fuck It Hyper Extended Dance Remix (Browntown Version)

2008-07-07T14:52:00.001-07:00

A Day in the Life

2008-07-02T22:40:00.000-07:00

Kra Hung

2008-06-23T12:04:00.001-07:00

Icculus

2008-06-20T08:10:00.000-07:00

Crazy Train

2008-06-18T12:17:00.000-07:00

I still haven't seen this with sound. It looked like something that should immediatley go up.

Control for smilers can't be bought

2008-06-16T21:39:00.000-07:00

Zappa Plays Zappa

2008-06-16T10:26:00.000-07:00

Dweezil Zappa, son of Frank, and brother to Ahmet, Diva Thin Muffin Pigeon, Moon Unit, and Motorhead has put together an incredible ensemble which goes by the name Zappa Plays Zappa.

I tend to over exaggerate a lot; especially after I see great music. But, this was something of mind blowing proportions.

Anyone who is a fan of the life, work, humor, and talent of Frank Zappa should make it a point to see this show. A team of remarkably talented musicians (one of whom toured with FZ in the 1970's - eight people total) go through a two hour set of Zappa numbers with the same zeal and profound uniqueness as Frank would have. The musical arrangements are intricate symphonies boiling with scorching complicated instrumentation, and usually hilarious satirical lyrics. Son Dweezil, serving as frontman (or the role of Frank, if you like) does a perfect job; not only conducting and crowd pleasing, but more importantly massacring the ever living shit out of the electric guitar - much like his father. The rest of the crew is right there with him moving at light speed and sparing no physical expense to perform each piece with unbridled fervor. Ray White was the special guest for the evening. White was part of the FZ band in 1976 serving as rhythm guitarist and vocalist on Zappa in New York, Tinsel Town Rebellion, and You are What You Is. His distinct voice brought a great deal of authenticity to what ZPZ is out to accomplish.

The late Frank Zappa left behind a virtual library of music, most of which he astoundingly composed himself with a pen and grand staff paper. People don't refer to him as the Stravinski of modern rock for no reason. He was a mad scientist driven by a ceaseless addiction to writing music and pushing the envelope. When the hippies were being hippies, Frank was satirizing everything in site. His disdain for pop culture and vulgar sense of humor mixed with an uncanny talent for composing groundbreaking music made him an immediate icon in the world of music - a label which lasted until and certainly beyond his untimely death in 1993 from prostate cancer.

Interesting fun fact: Zappa never used illegal drugs, in fact he despised them.

To summarize the life and work of Frank Zappa here on this little blog would be an exercise in futility. There is simply too much to know, too much to hear. He put out over 80 albums (including compilations, etc.) I will recommend a few albums to check out if you're interested : Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention - Freak Out! , We're Only in it for the Money, Hot Rats, The Grand Wazoo, and the two most popular - Apostrophe and Over Night Sensation. For the live experience check out The Roxy and Elsewhere, Filmore East 1971. As I list these albums I'm just restating what I said earlier about their just being too too much. Good luck.

My whole point here is that Zappa Plays Zappa is a project worthy of much attention from anyone who is into the music of Frank Vincent Zappa 1940 - 1993.

High lites: Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy, Nanook Rubs It, St. Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast, Cosmic Debris, Willie the Pimp, Joe's Garage.

Nescafe and Ice (didn't play that one)

2008-06-11T12:17:00.000-07:00

The great REM performed to a very sweaty audience at Hardee's / Alltell/ Globo-Chem / Clear Channel / Live Nation Pavillion at Walnut Creek last evening with support from The National and Modest Mouse.

First things first: Johnny Marr from the Smiths is now part of Modest Mouse, so that was an added pleasure for me. Mouse was great. Those dudes have been putting out good music for quite some time achieving commercial success with the hit "Float On" which they didn't play, which was nice. I think that song attracted the 'tween scene to their shows in its heyday.

REM is a jewel in the crown of music from the south. A lot of us grew up listening to everything they did as it unfolded on the fledgling MTV. Some of us were old enough to be cool enough to be actively listening in the 80's. Not me. REM was just always playing somewhere, somehow. I distinctly remember watching the video for "The One I Love" alone in the living room while playing with the Orko toy from my He-Man action figure toy set (Castle Gray-Skull included). I also remember wanting to be the kid in the "End of the World as we Know it Video". It was later that REM started to really sink in. Green, Document, Out of Time, and Automatic for the People became crucial and memorized. Needless to say, REM became part of who I am somewhere along the line. Even while fumbling through high school jamming out to phish and yes, panic (and other things) - REM was a mainstay. I hung in there all the way through Monster and UP, after drummer Bill Berry left the band. I kinda quit paying attention after that.

That being said, the show last night was important to me. But enough about me.

Stipe, Mills, Buck, and the rest of the touring band blew it up. Not a dull moment the entire time. The stage setup and lights were nothing short of phenomenal. As far as energy goes, they might as well have been on stage at the 40 Watt, playing for rent money. Stipe gave a sincere thanks to the area for embracing them back in the day. (If memory serves, a weekly called The Spectator may have given them some good press in the beginning). They even brought out old producers Mitch Easter and Don Dixon (Arrogance) for a moving rendition of "sitting still".

I knew Stipe was going to get his lefty agenda out there, and he did. It's fine. I just don't like mixing good music with politics. That's why I can't stand Wayne Coyne. More power to ya, Mr. Stipe - you've earned it. I'll go pee while you talk about how shitty the current administration is and all that stuff I like to forget about when I go see one my favorite bands.

Highlights for me : "What's the Frequency, Kenneth?", "Seven Chinese Brothers", "Find the River", "Fall on Me", "Sitting Still" , "Man on the Moon".

Oh, and "Orange Crush" was Un-fucking-beleivable.

set: Harborcoat / Living Well Is The Best Revenge / Bad Day / What's The Frequency, Kenneth? / 1,000,000 / Man-Sized Wreath / Welcome To The Occupation / Accelerate / Seven Chinese Brothers / Hollow Man / Imitation Of Life / Houston / Electrolite / Walk Unafraid / The One I Love / Final Straw / Find The River / Let Me In / Horse To Water / Auctioneer (Another Engine) / Orange Crush / I'm Gonna DJ
encore: Supernatural Superserious / Losing My Religion / Pretty Persuasion / Fall On Me / Sitting Still / Man On The Moon
notes: Johnny Marr guests on Fall On Me. Mitch Easter and Don Dixon guests on Sitting Still

Tie a Yellow Ribbon 'Round the Old ...

2008-06-10T12:03:00.000-07:00

All The Saints

2008-06-05T09:53:00.000-07:00

Atlanta based heavy rock sickos All The Saints played the 506 in Carboro last night. To put it mildy, they rock really fucking hard. So hard it could lead to a headache. I am a little bias due to my relationship with drumming phenom Jim Crook. (we used to make out in the Nam days); so I must say that he is the main attraction. Think Keith Moon or Bonzo. This kid is an occtopus and it is al naturale. The music is heavy, dark, and droning - but it's good. Keep your eyes akimbo for All dem Saints.

2008-06-04T11:06:00.000-07:00

Handguns and Dancing Shoes

Handguns and Dancing Shoes, the latest album from Triangle favorites The Proclivities, is yet another slice of musical talent and ceaseless effervescence that characterizes this amazing band.

Matt Douglas returns to the studio with a glowing spirit and a whole new inventory of trials and tribulations touching on adoration, love and doubt. The craftmaan-like lyrics are beautifully written, complemented by solidarity from the machine of talent brimming from the work of the band.

Chris Boerner’s signature guitar style remains the tour de force behind the quintet, always conjuring the crispiest chords and most tempestuous solos. Still he always maintains his position as a master of moderation keeping everything short and sweet.

Anyone familiar with Boerner’s work is aware he has the ability to shred any piece of music any time any where – but the Proclivities’ fatherly secret weapon lies within the able and delicate hands of Matt Douglas, also quite adept at guitar and saxophone, among other things

Opening track “Handguns and Dancing Shoes” is the muffled starter pistol to a moving and emotional race through Douglas’s mind and experiences. His timbre ebbs and flows right alongside Nick Slaton’s slippery bass lines. Matt McCaughan’s buoyant drumming through the joyous “Red Faced Girl” goes directly through the up tempo, cautionary trip of “Charlatan”. “Move Around the Floor” is a truly moving song, slightly somber and clearly the product of amorous inspirations.

The crowning achievement of the album comes last in the nostalgic breeze of ” Trickle Down”. Douglas professes his love singing “baby, you’re so cool”. in a way only matched in believability by Alabama Whirly in the film True Romance.

While sharing a commonality with “Predispositions – the group’s first album - “Handguns” contains a refreshing texture and depth layered within the construct of each track. Clearly a great deal of thought went into every second of the recording process. Every song is well written, well produced, and certainly worthy of major attention from a quality record label. The Proclivities will be performing at Tir Na Nog June 12, The Southern Rail in Carboro June 14, and Pianos in New York City June 26. Find out more at www.theproclivities.com .

Players:
Matt Douglas – vocals, guitar, keyboards, woodwinds
Chris Boerner – guitar, vocals
Nic Slaton – bass, voclals
Matt McCaughan – drums, percussion, vocals
Guest include Jean Jolly, “Charlatan” and “Move Around the Floor”. Ryan Cavanaugh, banjo “The Devil’s Best”.

Josh Fenderman

2008-05-29T11:09:00.001-07:00

You Must be Kidding

2008-05-28T12:39:00.000-07:00

The fact of the matter here is that this movie really fucking sucks. The only redeeming quality is the scene in which a ton of killer ants eat some Russians. I think the hardest part about it was swallowing Shia LeBoof's portrayal of a greaser. I mean the whole comb, switch-blade, motorcycle thing was just retarded. That was tough, but even tougher was trying not to squirm at the sight of Karen Allen's lizardish face. It was hard to decide if she was the victim of illegal Guatemalan plastic Surgery, fresh off the bamboo table, or just plain fugly.

Either way, I wanted to hang myself with my Guatemala belt after figuring out that yes this movie will actually end with aliens and a flying saucer of some kind.

Still though, Harrison Ford is alright with me. So is John Hurt. The Indie hat not ending up in the hands of young Shia-Mutt-Jones-LeBortion was assuring, but the very thought of him being the next whip wielding X-treme archaeologist is frightening. I don't want my kids looking up to this guy.

This movie might make a sweet ride at Six Flags or Carrowinds.

2 thumbs way down.

Pretentious Twitt

2008-05-23T10:52:00.000-07:00

Who exactly does Scarlett johansson think she is? Sucking up to Woody Allen is one thing, but having the sheer audacity to make an album comprised of all Tom Waits songs is immeasurably annoying. She is hot as shit and did well in Lost in Translation, but that is about it. Oh, and the Horse Whisperer.

I can't say I am surprised that critics around the world have simultaneously taken a big dump on her Album. Someone must have sat her down when she was like 12 and said "this is what you need to get into so people will think you are hip". Tom Waits and Woody Allen - what's next, a Modern Lovers T-Shirt? Maybe she should start dating David Johansson. Anyway, her act is so contrived it makes me quiver with awkward goose pimples up and down my lily white arms.

She is just a little too big for her shoes (which are probably the weirdest looking Pumas money can buy!). Maybe in your mid thirties can you start being so weary of the world that you start to get Tom Waits. I've tried. I'm quite sure being a starlet named Scarlet or a harlot named Scarlet has probably exposed her to some real gritty life experiences, gritty enough to make her a die hard fan of Tom Waits.

Fuck her and the hipster-rhino she rides around on.

Nation's Slicked-Back-Hair Men Rally Against Negative Hollywood Portrayal

2008-05-20T13:44:00.000-07:00

From The ONION :

LOS ANGELES—Thousands of members of the slicked-back-hair community gathered in Hollywood Monday to protest the film industry's longtime trend of depicting men with slicked-back hair as untrustworthy, unlikeable antagonists.

"There have been 4,192 films in the past 10 years in which male characters with sleek or slicked-back hairstyles have been portrayed in a negative light," said Ray Swartz, chairman of the National Organization of Men with Slicked-Back Hair. "Even though men with this hairstyle comprise just 3 percent of the U.S. populace, they make up nearly 80 percent of all film and TV villains, bad guys, and just plain assholes. As a result, thousands of men who enjoy wetting their hair and then combing it straight back face a silent but pervasive form of discrimination every single day."

"I'm just a man with slicked-back hair," Swartz added. "Does that make me a sleazeball?"

According to statistics released by the organization, five out of every six characters with slicked-back hair are cast as the primary antagonist. Of this group, 29 percent are depicted as greedy and manipulative Wall Street sharks, 22 percent as cold, emotionless murderers, 19 percent as evil coaches or mentors, 12 percent as corrupt mafiosi, 8 percent as undead creatures who feast on human blood, and the remaining 10 percent fall into the general category of jerks/pricks/John Travolta.

More alarming, Swartz said, is that certain subsets of slicked-back-hair Americans endure even worse prejudices. He cited men with slicked-back hair who also talk with cigarettes dangling out of their mouths, wear blue button-down shirts with white collars, or place toothpicks behind their right ears as the most victimized.

"Just because I have heavily gelled, jet-black, slicked-back hair does not mean I can't lead a normal, productive life," Kettering, OH native Martin Sutulovich said. "I'm not consumed by an insatiable thirst for power, I know nothing about the high-pressure world of real-estate speculation, and I have a wife and kids whom I love very much. The last thing I want to do is murder them, cut them up into tiny pieces, bag them up, and put them out with the trash, but when strangers look at me, that's all they think."

A recent study conducted by Swartz's group indicates that Americans who slick back their hair usually experience typical development, have life spans equal to those without slicked-back hair, and are no more likely to stoically torture people with medical instruments than the average dry-haired citizen.

"You always see crooked lawyers and politicians with slicked-back hair in the movies, but when was the last time you saw a computer programmer with slicked-back hair, a farmer who built a magical baseball field in a cornfield with slicked-back hair, or a man who defused a bomb at the last possible second to save thousands of innocent lives with slicked-back hair?" Swartz said. "Never."

"The closest thing we've ever gotten to a hero is Steven Seagal or that Spanish neighbor guy on Sanford And Son," he added. "And Seagal's hair is pulled back into a ponytail, so he doesn't even really count."

Swartz also pointed out that even females who appear in films with slicked-back hair often end up transforming into aliens who have sex with people and then kill them.

"I have naturally oily hair. If I leave it dry, it ends up messy by the end of the day, so I slick it back," Doug Roessner of Brockton, MA said. "I sell insurance for a living, so how am I supposed to get my clients to trust me when they all think I'm some money-hungry scumbag? And every time I tell my bosses that I'll 'take care of' a problem, they immediately assume I mean murdering someone. It's pathetic."

"My son hasn't been the same around me since he watched D2: The Mighty Ducks last month," said slicked-back-hair man Mick Romanini, referencing the film in which coach Gordon Bombay slicks back his hair when consumed by fame, then wears it dry again upon realizing the error of his ways. "Is this what we want to teach our children about slicked-back hair?"

Added Romanini, "He should be able to do whatever he wants with his hair when he gets older and not worry that people are going to assume he's the kind of guy who would plot his best friend's death and then seduce the widow to get his hands on the insurance money."

In interviews, studio executives have countered the protests by citing a number of realistic and sympathetic characters with slicked-back hair, including James Bond, Superman, and Data from Star Trek.

But Swartz rejects such claims. After closer examination, he said, Bond's hair is slicked "more to the side than back," Data is not a human being, and Superman has a distinct curl of hair that falls on his forehead, which his group considers a different hairstyle altogether.

Hollywood is facing similar protests from groups such as the National Association of Maniacal Laughers, the American Mustache-Twirlers Coalition, and the Alliance of Gentlemen with Scars and Eye Patches

Weird Fishes (radiohead vids this tour)

2008-05-19T12:44:00.000-07:00

thanks phish blogger (via mullins)!

http://phishcoventry.blogspot.com/

Radiohead Charlotte

2008-05-15T09:45:00.000-07:00

Radiohead in Charlotte last Friday was one the best live performances I have ever seen in my entire life. They are literally "on top of the world" at this point. I'm not even a huge Radiohead guy, and this was still one of the most incredible shows ive ever seen.

01. All I Need
02. There There
03. Airbag
04. 15 Step
05. Nude
06. Sail to the Moon
07. Weird Fishes/ Arpeggi
08. Myxomatosis
09. Idioteque
10. Morning Bell
11. Videotape
12. Optimistic
13. Where I End and You Begin
14. You and Whose Army?
15. Everything In Its Right Place
16. Bangers and Mash (Thom: "I'm Spiderman, Jonny is Cat Woman", Jonny 'scratches' at him, Thom: "Tell me later.")
17. Bodysnatchers

encore 1
18. Go Slowly
19. Talk Show Host
20. Exit Music (For A Film)
21. Planet Telex
22. House of Cards

encore 2
23. Paranoid Android (Thom before: "Everyone stay still so Colin can take a pic of the crowd.")
24. Reckoner

Bill

2008-05-13T17:22:00.000-07:00

Facebook

2008-05-08T23:50:00.000-07:00

Hipster Olympics

2008-05-07T23:50:00.000-07:00

what would you do

2008-05-06T18:15:00.001-07:00

The Whole Old Gregg

2008-04-29T13:47:00.000-07:00

I Break Horses

2008-04-21T23:18:00.000-07:00

The Flashbulb - Kirlian Shores

2008-04-21T22:46:00.001-07:00

isolée - beau mot plage

2008-04-21T22:27:00.001-07:00

Old Greg

2008-04-21T20:10:00.000-07:00

This is exciting

2008-04-21T10:45:00.001-07:00

The Daily Swarm and Drowned In Sound are reporting some seriously exciting news. According to these reliable sources, David Byrne and Brian Eno are reuniting for a new album and apparently a tour.

From Drowned In Sound:

The dream art-rock team of David Byrne and Brian Eno will return with new, strange fruit soon, the former Talking Heads man told NME.com recently. Speaking at an event in New York, Byrne revealed that the duo had rekindled the relationship they formed in the late 70s/early 80s which resulted in three Talking Heads records and 1981's classic My Life In the Bush of Ghosts...

"I'm finishing up a record with Brian Eno, a musician that I worked with 30 years ago," Byrne said following an appearance with Paul Simon at the Brooklyn Academy of Music on the 9th of April. "We did a record together of songs, and that'll come out."

The NY Daily News supports the claim, adding:

Byrne told us he's collaborating with their mutual friend Brian Eno "for the first time in 20 years. Brian had written a lot of music, but needed some words, which I know how to do. What's it sound like? Electronic gospel. That's all I'm saying."

Sources say the album will likely be released via Nonesuch, but probably not until 2009 before the end of the year.

In the meantime, David Byrne's booking agent at William Morris Agency, Mark Geiger, has been soliciting offers from a number of different promoters around the United States for Byrne/Eno live shows, promising the set list will consist of at least 40% Eno-era Talking Heads material. No word yet on if he’s had any takers. Most of the tour is already booked.

You Turn my Head Around

2008-04-17T21:48:00.000-07:00

The Seventh Ring of Saturn

2008-04-16T10:40:00.001-07:00

So, I do a little writing for Performer Magazine in Atlanta covering bands local to the Southeast. I am extrememly grateful to have the opportunity to write about music regardless of the fact that some of the shit they send me is a little hard to swallow. The following review is of a band called The Seventh Ring of Saturn. They are really really really into cosmic galactic shit, like really really into it.

The Seventh Ring of Saturn

Self Titled

Engineered by Jonathan Beckner at Reel 2 Reel (Jonesboro, GA) and Ted Selke at Third Eye (Edgewood, GA). Mixed by Jonathan Beckner at Reel 2 Reel and Chris Griffin at Griffin Mastering (Atlanta, GA). Mastered by Chris Griffin.

Self-proclaimed space adventurers, The Seventh Ring of Saturn have beamed in quite an interesting collection of songs with their debut album. Opening track “In Time” offers a catchy remedy for healing and possibly pulling it together after a voyage through the galaxy. The sound is reminiscent of Guided by Voices with an extra quilt of melody and psychodelia. “Colonel Green” has the same recipe only with much more inspiring lyrics, promising that the Colonel will “kill your pain and heal your brain with love sweet love.” Although slightly sophomoric, the pledge is sincere and the chorus is catchy. We find an instrumental jaunt laden with sounds from the Middle East coupled with crafty guitar patterns in a rousing cover of 1930’s Greek composer Vangelis Papazoglu’s “Yedikule.” A strong rendition of George Harrison’s “Sour Milk Sea” takes its own shape under the vocal distinction of singer and bassist Ted Silke, showing us that TSROS can honor their influences while maintaining an identity all their own.

By the time “Alice Sunshine” is underway; The Seventh Ring of Saturn has transported listeners to their universe of sci-fi saturated psych-rock. Jacob Brown’s lead guitar work is cutting and powerful in each tune, while the modulated sound waves from Jeremy Knauff’s arsenal of synth create a final frontier atmosphere.

But, clocking in at eight minutes six seconds “The Cassini Division” is a true exercise in sheer noise making. Here the band is trying to create a high flying adventure, but only leaves the listener gasping for air in the drowning discord of this overindulgent work of studio-gadget button pushing and horseplay.

The closing track, “Pillsbury Palace,” takes us nowhere redeeming. The lyrics tell of bubble gum trees and other saccharine ideas when all we really need is an aspirin. Annoyingly, the album ends with more incessant racket and instructions to “wait for the sunshine.”

Overall, this album is truly original, possessing a few solid songs backed by legitimately talented musicians clearly brimming with creativity. Unfortunately, it suffers due to overextended clattering and inner galactic whimsy.

http://www.tsros.com/

-Dan Reeves

Used to Speak the truth but now ya clevah.

2008-04-16T05:58:00.000-07:00

The pizza....you guys...the pizza...you guys

2008-04-16T05:28:00.000-07:00

Carry on , Thy sickening daughter.

2008-04-15T14:25:00.000-07:00

(thanks wes harden)

The Ruins ruined my monday

2008-04-15T11:42:00.000-07:00

I love shitty movies. But this movie is so unbelievably shitty It's hard not to talk about it. A little more was expected here as this movie is based on a book and may later become a ride at Six Flags, but it's lack of delivery in any capacity was truly astonishing. The plot goes as follows : 2 couples are in Mexico living la vida loca when they meet a handsome German fellow who offers an opportunity to see some culture before they head back to Minnesota or wherever. They all go to one lousy pyramid, anger some local Mayans, get haunted and eventual killed by bloodthirsty foliage or the pissed off and well armed Mayans. Jonathan Tuckers character, the hero, catches an arrow to the chest at the end (which was gratifying after listening to his soft S's for an hour and 45 minutes...sheeriously guyshhhh theshe ruinsh are shhhhcary). Jena Malone is the only survivor. I'm used to seeing her as the indie flick precocious teen, but i guess she has graduated to miserable horror flicks. Two thumbs down.

Television is no friend of mine...

2008-04-15T11:39:00.001-07:00