tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54550121210164637622024-03-12T19:43:35.487-04:00Chocco SaloIn search of deliciousUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-60488382360534119362008-09-15T13:56:00.020-04:002008-11-04T13:54:42.872-05:00East Village Radio FestSeptember 7, 2008<br />East Village Radio Fest w/<span style="font-weight:bold;">Boris</span>, <span style="font-weight:bold;">KRS-One</span>, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Aa</span>, and others @ Fulton Street Seaport<br />+<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">So Percussion</span> @ Le Poisson Rouge<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-vE7nebwgmXff9bw7mfMymu-CNxA-ryRW99MeWrGeHG96oRgCZnPJTQCLrsQo2AvZiGrbXtxF2hQnPE3GQTLBh76shX3hAyBeuY3z3UHUi3Da1UWw5t8vtYFVlF3To2k3PLvl5-UbZI/s1600-h/KRSone.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-vE7nebwgmXff9bw7mfMymu-CNxA-ryRW99MeWrGeHG96oRgCZnPJTQCLrsQo2AvZiGrbXtxF2hQnPE3GQTLBh76shX3hAyBeuY3z3UHUi3Da1UWw5t8vtYFVlF3To2k3PLvl5-UbZI/s400/KRSone.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264338501592933794" /></a>When I made my tardy arrival I was hoping the hip-hop act on stage was Devin the Dude who I had been looking forward to seeing. Alas, it was KRS-One. At first it was all right. He was doing some song with a chorus that involved shouting "Fuck Yeah!" and I could get into that. But soon it became way too <span style="font-style:italic;">conscious</span> for me. His sidekick came on-stage and engaged in a very lengthy poetry slam-style tirade about presidential politics. My first reaction was, "Cool. They're talking about some issues to the kids. Using their pulpit to raise consciousness." But it just kept going and going. And it wasn't particularly clever or entertaining even. Just your typical blowhard stuff. I got tired of being condescended to and yelled at all at the same time, and realized that Aa, who I would have rather been seeing anyway, were playing on the side stage.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1p4k_8EPS63WouEIV-aUFcpaQfeK2OPPlTgg4sF-sYRSQKCalfkN5KhVyXug9hWZ397_EV6b0Y2kMTe-R-_Hj9DettUdPADkWIvcxUgCmETCoG10BXQtSfKUld1Yqtkry9lS_muPhSrM/s1600-h/Aa-east+village+music+fest.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1p4k_8EPS63WouEIV-aUFcpaQfeK2OPPlTgg4sF-sYRSQKCalfkN5KhVyXug9hWZ397_EV6b0Y2kMTe-R-_Hj9DettUdPADkWIvcxUgCmETCoG10BXQtSfKUld1Yqtkry9lS_muPhSrM/s400/Aa-east+village+music+fest.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264338793936968322" /></a>I'd been meaning to catch Aa for quite some time. The festival's second stage was in a cool gallery space. They were appealing but I wasn't really grabbed by what they were playing. Aa's sound is built on percussion, and so I wanted the music to be much more aggressive than it was. I'm not sure they've fully harnessed their powers as a band but all in due time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlRGCIRk_xyDyB7Ytm6WXcJOQ7LlhO9q5ryvA6KqhjNlAmScXBAyZitz3-co7os3Hr_K84T8vsb5pTwAHIiz0tV7uVIPUGQg3jv0Deo8NgBzNnAMD8eZbTmbwbvYYx7NpNyGAAzmylf0/s1600-h/boris+east+village+radio+fest.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlRGCIRk_xyDyB7Ytm6WXcJOQ7LlhO9q5ryvA6KqhjNlAmScXBAyZitz3-co7os3Hr_K84T8vsb5pTwAHIiz0tV7uVIPUGQg3jv0Deo8NgBzNnAMD8eZbTmbwbvYYx7NpNyGAAzmylf0/s400/boris+east+village+radio+fest.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264339386935152834" /></a><br />Boris scorched the crowd with their sludge-filled psychedelic metal, as per usual. It was kind of interesting to see them in the context of a free outdoor show where the audience is much more diverse than their typical shows that are filled with hardcore fans who know what to expect. I wonder if Takeshi ever gets tired of jumping into the audience and crowd-surfing at every show.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpODwIJIVgMeWE436HsmZYwNXEW8HEVqQL5V5uozHWYE3koN4u415Jb7-lbw7-tv6LtLdwaFAJwCzrerOjoZzolz6kEqrUfBgrpXKFMOdaGMfB7whIHTZBGiQr6eBY750NNsXWYgy0lLQ/s1600-h/So+Percussion+Le+Poisson+Rouge+.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpODwIJIVgMeWE436HsmZYwNXEW8HEVqQL5V5uozHWYE3koN4u415Jb7-lbw7-tv6LtLdwaFAJwCzrerOjoZzolz6kEqrUfBgrpXKFMOdaGMfB7whIHTZBGiQr6eBY750NNsXWYgy0lLQ/s400/So+Percussion+Le+Poisson+Rouge+.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264339857326749842" /></a> <br />After the East Village Radio fest I headed over to Le Poisson Rouge to see So Percussion who had seriously impressed me with their stunning set of meticulously complex rhythmic synchronicity at this year's Bang On A Can marathon. This show turned out to be a much different concept than the set they played at the marathon, which was more academic and classical in nature. At this show, they seemed to be working out a different identity as a rock band in the vein of Tortoise. But for a group that's already demonstrated their impressive grasp on playing incredibly demanding music, they weren't able to transfer that discipline into this new context, and it just sounded sloppy and ill-conceived. Maybe the sloppiness was an affectation to embody their vision of what rocking out sounds like, a concept on which their grasp seemed to be somewhat shaky. Afterwards, a laptop musician took the stage playing some very loud electronic beat-laden music. But I had to go home. My head had heard enough music for one weekend.<br /><br />More photos of Boris from the East Village Radio Festival at <a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/09/boris_ssseaport.html#more">Brooklyn Vegan</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-31693771010263150272008-09-08T18:15:00.031-04:002009-03-03T00:03:40.131-05:00The Big OMonster Island Block Party w/Oneida, Ex-Models, Golden Triangle and others<br />September 6, 2008<br />Secret Project Robot<br />Brooklyn<br /><br />The night started off earmarked for pathetic disaster. New York City had been put on notice to receive a hard rain from the runoff of Hurricane Hanna, which had been making its way up the eastern seaboard all week. The East Village Radio Festival, my original destination for the day, had been postponed due to the forecast, leaving me free to attend the Monster Island Block Party, which was prepared with an indoor location. This actually was auspicious because I had earlier been frustrated by the dilemma posed by 2 free outdoor music festivals on the same day – damn you NYC and your constant embarrassment of riches!! – and this relieved me from having to make an uncomfortable choice between the two.<br /><br />Just as I was walking out the door to make my delayed departure towards the show around 8pm, my friend who was going to meet me there called to tell me that <span style="font-weight: bold;">Oneida</span> had already played at 5:30 (we had mistakenly assumed that they’d be the headliners and play last) and that he wouldn’t be coming after all. But, BUT, he told me that he heard that Oneida would be recording an album later in the evening and were inviting 15 people to join them in the studio for the recording. Only thing, all the tickets had been handed out at the beginning of the day. I almost turned right back around and headed home. I decided to press on, but at least 10 separate times on my walk to the subway I stopped in my tracks and stood frozen on the sidewalk, reassessing whether to make the journey. I’ve gone to my fair share of concerts alone, but this was billed as a party. What was I doing going by myself to a party where I’d know no one, that was supposed to be over right around the time I probably would arrive with vague intentions of crashing this album taping for which tickets had been handed out hours ago? But my momentum was unassailable. And it was so dramatic out, not quite raining, but windy and dark with an importunate drizzle and the air full of that portentous moodiness unique to having a tropical storm in proximity. I figured that at worse, I’d get to walk the desolate streets of Williamsburg that take you to the river and revel in my solitary thoughts like a little weather-battered shadowy moppet of the night. Or something like that. In any case, I soldiered on.<br /><br />I was pleased to find that the event was still well underway when I arrived. The space (I’m not sure whether it’s called Monster Island or Secret Project Robot or Las Estacas or all of the above) is a converted warehouse located in a fairly uninhabited stretch of Williamsburg, right near the river, and functions as an art gallery, performance space, and as I learned, in the basement, a practice space and recording studio for Oneida. The event had the feeling of a “happening,” with freaky shit going on in every corner. There was some animalistic installation in the front room with sculptures made of leather, furs, and other organic-looking materials bearing horns and pelts…the works. In the main space, the lighting was all wrong for the scene. The bright fluorescent lights dilated everyone’s pupils and paradoxically, made for a much more psychedelic effect than the dark dinginess of a typical event of this sort. It was like 60 minutes on acid, man. At one point a parade of lissome young people nominally covered in diaphanous loincloths and covered from head to toe in some sort of white powder made a slow march through the space. Exposed tits and dicks - this was a good party!<br /><br />Despite plenty of visual stimulation, the band was taking forever to set up so I wandered around aimlessly for a while before I realized that there was a basement, where <span style="font-weight: bold;">The</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ex-Models</span> (which feature Oneida’s Kid Millions on drums) were just getting ready to start their technical issue-laden set in the basement. I was psyched to see them and what they were able to play sounded pretty good although they couldn’t really get things going due to the fact that their equipment seemed to be on the verge of bursting into flames. At one point a thin plume of smoke was rising from one of the amplifiers. Thankfully they turned that off, but I was still concerned that an explosion of some sort was nigh. They played for about 20 minutes before they gave up. The basement cleared out and everyone headed upstairs where Golden Triangle was getting ready to play.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjdbTlCYajMzVa5o0ArBZKdSNIsrRjnZ0WFUxWa7a4uwXd9iRKIr_DmuCIqE9_SNEYOcNZau7mrjNIDlJaQKOBtTe_pgqXeOI34AQZpyrjg4Hl5-gq7YIr2ht4e2dQ4F6RR37Kh0so6g/s1600-h/exmodels+monster+fest+2008-09-06.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjdbTlCYajMzVa5o0ArBZKdSNIsrRjnZ0WFUxWa7a4uwXd9iRKIr_DmuCIqE9_SNEYOcNZau7mrjNIDlJaQKOBtTe_pgqXeOI34AQZpyrjg4Hl5-gq7YIr2ht4e2dQ4F6RR37Kh0so6g/s400/exmodels+monster+fest+2008-09-06.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249344227193677954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The Ex-Models</span><br /><br />Oneida was breaking down their equipment and moving it all into a room off to the side. I figured it was my chance. I walked up to Hanoi Jane and asked if they were playing again that night. “Yeah, we’re recording an album.”<br /><br />“Oh cool!” I said, expectantly, enthusiastically, nonchalantly.<br /><br />A pregnant pause and Jane asked, “Do you have a ticket?”<br /><br />Mournfully, innocently, trying to make the most of my feeble hand, I responded, “No,” bowing my head with shame.<br /><br />“Do you want one?” he asked.<br /><br />I instantly perked up, my eyes widening like those of a manga cartoon girl. “Yeah yeah!” I said, my head athletically bobbing up and down.<br /><br />“OK, but if I give you this ticket you have to promise to actually come,” he said sternly as he proffered a rectangular cardboard strip of paper featuring an eyeball with a metallic gold pupil.<br /><br />I found his ultimatum laughable and asked him “Are you kidding?” After realizing he was serious, I wiped the smirk off my face, and solemnly agreed, “Yes, of course I’ll come.” (This exchange suggested to me that Oneida may not fully be aware that they are in possession of really big fans.) While I waited for the recording to begin, I went upstairs to watch <span style="font-weight: bold;">Golden Triangle</span> who were playing a raucous set encircled by fans and without significant demarcation from where the band ended and the audience began. It was hard for me to concentrate, excited about the oncoming performance by Oneida and not wanting to miss it since it was happening in a closed off private room and it wasn’t quite sure how I’d learn when it was starting. People kept peeking into the room and getting shooed out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNbF3j-406yAxosLMAosxm43TkoXW9Es9dVfpiFeYAW7u1A5UYWj3RD9iT3BAGGrmM5gkNkZSLomc2VsU45ZoVEKSl5xwRqT5tWt8jOdJEHCtXZIkBkiG4zbaKW5OMU1261mOAK7EhAGc/s1600-h/golden+triangle.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNbF3j-406yAxosLMAosxm43TkoXW9Es9dVfpiFeYAW7u1A5UYWj3RD9iT3BAGGrmM5gkNkZSLomc2VsU45ZoVEKSl5xwRqT5tWt8jOdJEHCtXZIkBkiG4zbaKW5OMU1261mOAK7EhAGc/s400/golden+triangle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249344342067748130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Golden Triangle</span><br /><br />Finally they said they were letting people in. I entered timidly and was instantly greeted by a girl asking, “Ticket?” I nodded my head yes and before I could actually produce it, she thrust a can in my hand and insisted, “Beer!” I hesitantly walked further inside not knowing where to stand in the tiny cramped space full of instruments and equipment with a glass window looking into a small control room in the back since basically anywhere I stood would be impinging on the space of the musicians. Sensing my timidity, band members encouraged, “Come all the way in! Stand wherever you want.” There were maybe 10 spectators—some huddled in the back, a few sitting in the middle encircled by the band, and me in the back at the top of the steps leading up to the control room, looking out on the whole scene. Oneida informed the assembled group that what they were about to record was to be their “party album” and the deal of us being there was that everyone had to be partying at all times. They asked to make sure everyone had a beer and insisted that if at any time during the proceedings anyone needed a beer that we were to raise our hand and one would be brought to us. (Miraculously, this system actually worked.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9w89lhIoxq8l60vsT8lN06lhHtRLjvr5RgJBAU7b_9aWuJJPZMuGhvQx1rBu60N8QtudHFVvdWRLlPGMEKlCN8m9hncU4IffHc9JW8twoL-AkrFNvB-AlD4GMlc1agukyXUHU-OTaFaE/s1600-h/Oneida+album+recording.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9w89lhIoxq8l60vsT8lN06lhHtRLjvr5RgJBAU7b_9aWuJJPZMuGhvQx1rBu60N8QtudHFVvdWRLlPGMEKlCN8m9hncU4IffHc9JW8twoL-AkrFNvB-AlD4GMlc1agukyXUHU-OTaFaE/s400/Oneida+album+recording.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249344680791475170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">View From Inside The Ocropolis: Oneida channel The Feelies</span><br /><br />Then they started playing, with each song getting more intense than the one before, culminating in a full on manic jam propelled by 2 drummers (inspired by the Feelies I later learned). Oneida play with an extremely joyous yet disciplined and serious intensity, and it was a powerful experience to watch and feel such energetic playing in such an intimate surrounding. It really made you feel like part of the experience. At one point the band popped open a bottle of champagne and started passing it around. Later someone said, “Bring out the dragon” and a pipe was passed around. It felt like a climax of my music-going career to be witness to such an experience. Anyone can go to a concert. Album-tapings are were the real professionals get their kicks. I learned afterwards they were recording what was to be the 3rd part of their triptych, "Thank Your Parents," for which they recently released the first part, "Preteen Weaponry." (The 2nd part will be released later next year.) Hey Oneida, can I come to all your recoding sessions from now on??<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkfvMj9MTujflebYJ07xmT1BwwjXtfncmi1BkNfa9gADCRsUtSon_ulrKlKSXF3tDAOPoRuJBC9WHZigOAgwqjIaraTtWiDedwwacRVM_DLAG5RCRB77p-YoDiEg2vTaYtHV9oKn9J_OM/s1600-h/Fat+Bobby.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkfvMj9MTujflebYJ07xmT1BwwjXtfncmi1BkNfa9gADCRsUtSon_ulrKlKSXF3tDAOPoRuJBC9WHZigOAgwqjIaraTtWiDedwwacRVM_DLAG5RCRB77p-YoDiEg2vTaYtHV9oKn9J_OM/s400/Fat+Bobby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252343597117786098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fat Bobby steps away from his keyboard to mess with a bass for a bit.</span><br /><br />Afterwards, I was completely elated. I felt this sense of being connected to all the people in the room who had shared in the experience. I think I was wrong and probably no one else cared to know who the hell I was, but I couldn’t shake it. I wanted to thank the musicians personally for allowing me to be a part of their album. They seemed confused by my effusiveness. I was shocked when one of the guys responded to my praise with diffidence, saying that he had been disappointed in his own playing and felt like it wasn’t as good as it should have been. I was able to obtain a copy of Oneida’s "Heads Aint Ready" 7” wherein they pay energetic homage to the frenzied, insistent instrumental lines of the Dead’s early arrangements of "Cold Rain and Snow" and "Cream Puff War" and listened to it a few times when I got home. (The next day I found several photographs and 2 live action videos that I had apparently taken with my digital camera during my trip home of my subway car on the G train, completely empty other than me, speeding through tunnels. WTF?)<br /><br />I was still feeling the glow from last night’s experience with The Big O when I woke up. I visited the band’s website, <a href="http://www.enemyhogs.com/">Enemy Hogs</a>, to spend some more time in their world and came across the phenomenally engaging tour diaries written by Kid Millions. I then went on to spend some of the most enjoyable hours in recent memory totally rapt by the extremely frank, funny, well-written journal of life on the road traveling across America and Europe in a rickety perpetually broken-down van, crashing on couches, and playing shitty, half-empty venues. They start off filled with enthusiasm and boundless energy and with each successive tour become increasingly more disillusioned and exhausted. For Oneida, the road is filled with loneliness, bad food, soul-crushing disappointment, ever-looming calamity, and accommodations so uncomfortable that the only way to deal with it is to get completely wasted. Anyway, if you have a day to spare, I highly recommend checking the Oneida <a href="http://enemyhogs.com/site/index.php?id=179">tour diaries</a> out. One of the best music reads I’ve enjoyed in a while.<br /><br />I had told someone a story the night before about when I first fell in love with the Grateful Dead—how I rented the Grateful Dead Movie when I was 13 and sat in my parent’s bedroom home alone, watching in the dark, and had my expectations for what music could be totally turned on its head. That night years ago, I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. As I watched the band play their hearts out, I was so moved I stood up on the bed and started sobbing. I remember thinking: all this time, all the music I’ve known from radio, MTV, records, I didn’t know that there were people out there who cared so much, who were willing to play so hard, to push the notes out of themselves and explore so boldly, venturing into such vast terrains of music—I was sad that I hadn’t known that’s what music could be up till that point and regretful of having lived so long with a false sense of the limits that existed on the possibilities of music. Well Oneida care. They play with that same intensity, and I don’t think it ever gets any less exciting when you find a band willing to play like that.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Download</span>: <a href="http://choccosalo.com/songs/02%20Cold%20Rain%20&%20Snow.mp3">Cold Rain & Snow</a> by Oneida from the <a href="http://thesearenotrecords.com/releases.html">Heads Aint Ready 7"</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-12410996650714619172008-09-06T11:30:00.010-04:002008-09-23T18:23:03.946-04:00The Hoboken SoundBenefit for Terry Karydes featuring: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Georgia Hubley</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ira Kaplan</span> of <span>Yo La Tengo</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Glenn Mercer</span> of <span>The Feelies</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dave Schramm</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ron Metz</span>, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Al Greller</span> of <span>The Shramms</span><br />September 5, 2008<br />Maxwell's<br />Hoboken, NJ<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbtr7lUJXLlMkAFztOgyM5mXBWgGWXFg-e1Al-yQg4Uby6siXDfI6qf3EqsrubAU3Fu_v-3xhbybAl_cAr-159MPs_s433xdn_sU2H8e9zeFjxWjkrbuCfZDt1N5oY6PXnDm_9AuGMMs4/s1600-h/Benefit+for+Terry+Karydes.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbtr7lUJXLlMkAFztOgyM5mXBWgGWXFg-e1Al-yQg4Uby6siXDfI6qf3EqsrubAU3Fu_v-3xhbybAl_cAr-159MPs_s433xdn_sU2H8e9zeFjxWjkrbuCfZDt1N5oY6PXnDm_9AuGMMs4/s400/Benefit+for+Terry+Karydes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248868799855872162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />According to the 1985 documentary <a href="http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2008/04/the-feelies-and.html">"The Hoboken Sound,"</a> one of the markers of the scene is that "Hoboken bands seem to smile on stage. You don't see that across the river in Manhattan." Maybe that explains why I always get so giddy when going to a show at Maxwell's. Something about the venue makes it seem like more of an authentic rock show experience free of any attitude or bullshit you encounter in the clubs in NYC. For one, it's probably the most intimate space to see top shelf acts and it really does feel like it's all about the music. The band tonight was definitely making true on the claim of a greater happiness present in Hoboken , as everyone seemed to be having a great time on stage, playing really loosely, and eating up the opportunity to play with one another. Attending this show felt like crashing a party of old friends. If there is a "Hoboken scene" I was definitely knee deep in it. Despite the number of heavy hitters on stage, the show seemed to be only attended by friends and family of the musicians and Terry Karydes, for whom the event had been organized to raise money for medical bills associated with her recent diagnosis of Parkinson's Disease.<br /><br />The band played an assortment of Yo La Tengo (eg The Summer, Stockholm Syndrome), Feelies, and Schramms songs, plus a number of classic covers by bands like The Rolling Stones (eg Stupid Girl voiced by the hammy song stylings of Tammy Faye Starlight, who dedicated the song to Sara Palin and her daughter, Bristol) and The Velvet Underground, providing an audio tour of the commonalities in influence that unite the sounds of the musicians' respective bands. Dave Schramm (original bassist of Yo La Tengo) tore it up on guitar and once again the Chocco Salo adage, "bands with 2 drummers shall always rule," was proven true .<br /><br />Musicians in attendance: James McNew, creating a somewhat awkward moment (for me, probably not for him) when they played Stockholm Syndrome, which he usually sings, with Dave Schramm on lead vocals. My thoughts during the number: C'mon guys, just invite him up on stage why doncha?!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-75095953690061020472008-09-02T03:50:00.019-04:002008-09-28T01:54:58.341-04:00You Don't Miss Your Water Till The Well Runs Dry<span style="font-weight: bold;">Sonic Youth</span><br />August 30, 2008<br />Last McCarren Pool Show Ever (?)<br />Brooklyn<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUM5-HC93KpUYT14Jyla4QZ8Zii_YgzT5-MbNRS6dG-X5r2EN3l9mzPi1NWzgz5x6zqfv7ajl5nBjJ-M3mB_uGbSInq-_R0zgvDksRKxscRwl9B_mpnvLNX6ptwsiNXSSD6TpMOV-snk/s1600-h/Sonic+Youth+Mccarren.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUM5-HC93KpUYT14Jyla4QZ8Zii_YgzT5-MbNRS6dG-X5r2EN3l9mzPi1NWzgz5x6zqfv7ajl5nBjJ-M3mB_uGbSInq-_R0zgvDksRKxscRwl9B_mpnvLNX6ptwsiNXSSD6TpMOV-snk/s400/Sonic+Youth+Mccarren.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241330135996269266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The chance to see Sonic Youth always seems like a lucky opportunity, and yet the excitement of the show was marred by the sad notion that this was to be the last concert at the abandoned mammoth pool that concert goers like myself have come to love over the last three summers for its mellow atmosphere and appealingly adventurous programming. But is it really the last show? Right up until the end, promoters announced from the stage that everyone should sign petitions to keep the place open and presumably stave off the plan to restore it to a functioning pool. You know, for swimming. Whether the renovation plan is a done deal or not, I'm not among the many who are choked up over the closing of the venue. I've enjoyed the hell out of the place maybe as much as anyone else and will be sad to lose it as a staple in my summer concert-going regimen, but people, they're turning it into a pool! It's not like they're paving it over and building condos. Pools are cool. There's a nice big public one (although only a quarter of the size of McCarren) near me, in Red Hook, and I regard the opportunity to swim in it, or bob in its cooling waters as the case may be, on a steamy summer afternoon with my neighbors to be pretty special. I have faith that new oases for live music will rise in the absence of McCarren Pool and the cycle shall continue.<br /><br />As for the show, there was much wondering among my crew as to what Sonic Youth would play considering they had just done a huge free outdoor show at Battery Park almost 2 months prior. The answer was given when they opened the show announcing they were going to play a few new songs--songs so new that they didn't yet have titles and had just been written a few days before. Thurston Moore said that, in the absence of lyrics, they would just sing whatever came to their mind. That made everyone feel pretty good I think, implying as it does the continuous onward march of music production, which is surely one of the charms of Sonic Youth. The show rocked and sounded incredibly fresh, moving effortlessly from spare punkish rock, feedback laden guitar freakouts, and morose pop loveliness. Kim Gordon did her groovy helicopter arms dance. The band was joined onstage by Mark Ibold, bassist from Pavement.<br /><br />I'll miss the pool. Presumably when it's ready for swimming in 2011, it shall be irrigated with the tears of a million morose hipsters.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqY1J4fCRJfOJEmj9CgBC-Yec2tH1gyqg6cVA6xgNbF1ekB1cu_cJsLIwLhMCcaZAUuMm4UFow0noVVkkVncVsutR-zYc39QNU0LhpKxoeiKCWhIz4XM-TNVfzKdTIVo4GQ5X8ZrO6P4/s1600-h/Wolf+Eyes+Mccarren+Pool.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqY1J4fCRJfOJEmj9CgBC-Yec2tH1gyqg6cVA6xgNbF1ekB1cu_cJsLIwLhMCcaZAUuMm4UFow0noVVkkVncVsutR-zYc39QNU0LhpKxoeiKCWhIz4XM-TNVfzKdTIVo4GQ5X8ZrO6P4/s400/Wolf+Eyes+Mccarren+Pool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241328410888983058" border="0" /></a><br />The spooky noise artists, Wolf Eyes, played first and set the tone for an evening of arty musical exploration. This was my first time seeing them and it sounded interesting but it was hard to fully take in their keening industrial droning happening as it was in the middle of McCarren Pool social hour. The broad daylight felt wrong for the soundtrack. I'd definitely like to check Wolf Eyes again some time, preferably in a dark, dinghy basement club filled with reverentially silent listeners.<br /><br />Setlist:<br />New Song (sung by Thurston)<br />New Song (sung by Kim)<br />Burning Spear<br />The Sprawl<br />Cross the Breeze<br />Hey Joni<br />Silver Rocket<br />The Wonder<br />Hyperstation<br />Mote<br />Jams Run Free<br />Pink Steam<br />Encore 1:<br />Making the Nature Scene<br />Brother James<br />Encore 2:<br />Expressway to Yr. Skull<br /><br /><br />NY Times <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/01/arts/music/01mcca.html?_r=1&pagewanted=1&ref=arts&oref=slogin">article</a> and accompanying photo <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2008/09/01/arts/20080901_POOL_SLIDESHOW_index.html">slideshow</a> on the closing of the pool.<br /><br />Photos on <a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/09/sonic_youth_viv.html">Brooklyn Vegan</a>.<br /><br />Addendum: I bought a copy of the SYR7 vinyl-only release at the show, the latest in Sonic Youth's series of experimental, raw EPs, which features the songs J'Accuse Ted Hughes and<br />Agnes B Musique, and a photograph of Thurston Moore aggressively wielding his guitar over his head in combative stance. I put it on, forgetting that I had been previously listening to a 45rpm single and should change the speed of the turntable. I listened to both sides of the record with great satisfaction, only realizing that it had been at the wrong speed the whole time after I put on a new, more familiar record. My only cause for suspicion was why they had let a young child sing a song with so many uses of the word "fuck" in it. I figured maybe it was a Japanese woman with a high voice singing. I've since listened to it at the proper speed and I'd just like to say, the record is fantastic at any number of revolutions per minute.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-17859948463721933092008-09-02T01:09:00.007-04:002008-09-03T15:39:43.299-04:00OneidaAugust 29, 2008<br />Fulton Seaport<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwIELOf28OcD_ebglQpsXREzzRQvFGxsQUyzVipEMSTyZrEaBJqVcZ-OlKB5ZCaJK-WXmM3HKCCsEsckPfxm-2mvBM7YHl6ywKD3l8rqFs96HDy6l9GljLO8NaW37MwmZYqWlWoiW4R0/s1600-h/Oneida+Fulton+Street+Seaport.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwIELOf28OcD_ebglQpsXREzzRQvFGxsQUyzVipEMSTyZrEaBJqVcZ-OlKB5ZCaJK-WXmM3HKCCsEsckPfxm-2mvBM7YHl6ywKD3l8rqFs96HDy6l9GljLO8NaW37MwmZYqWlWoiW4R0/s400/Oneida+Fulton+Street+Seaport.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241288576909437250" border="0" /></a><br />Probably one of the most sparsely attended free shows I've been to this summer. No matter, Oneida killed as per usual. As they did for their show earlier this summer at The Yard, they played their wonderful new album, <span style="font-style: italic;">Preteen Weaponry</span>, in its entirety, followed by an additional song, Double Lock Your Mind. It's always a joy to watch Kid Millions, who has been rocking the tie-dye lately (perhaps in honor of their recent Grateful Dead-covering 7", <span style="font-style: italic;">Heads Aint Ready</span>), pound out the beat in a manically energetic attack of his drum kit.<br /><br />Update: A recording of the show, along with a nice writeup, can be found at <a href="http://www.nyctaper.com/?p=368">nyctaper</a>. Awesome!<br /><br />More photos at <a href="http://www.prefixmag.com/photos/raphael-saadiq-oneida-endless-boogie-south-stree/">Prefix Mag</a> and <a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/09/oneida_the_yard.html#more">Brooklyn Vegan</a>.<br /><br />Another "poorly written <a href="http://poorlywrittenreviews.blogspot.com/2008/08/diary-of-superfan-oneida-friday-august.html">review</a>" from an "Oneida superfan"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-71713826290813216292008-09-01T20:50:00.010-04:002008-09-15T02:34:38.974-04:00Scream contestAugust 28, 2008<br />Bowery Ballroom<br />NYC<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15tx_Rru-IfJppNsYghCtyEUhzknR3JMQeebBLFs7QI5iI_sNSKctlbW5XmRXarM-Mo0akVrtwg854gj_jRdfQ7kPEMnNeMHoFCKXsWj_6uwJpgfOyzKPz8q0vXD1kc9jToUOhSswCp0/s1600-h/Prurient+Bowery+Ballroom.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15tx_Rru-IfJppNsYghCtyEUhzknR3JMQeebBLFs7QI5iI_sNSKctlbW5XmRXarM-Mo0akVrtwg854gj_jRdfQ7kPEMnNeMHoFCKXsWj_6uwJpgfOyzKPz8q0vXD1kc9jToUOhSswCp0/s400/Prurient+Bowery+Ballroom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241152086670738098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Prurient</span>, noise artist Dominick Fernow, opened the show with his aggressively noisy, shouty show. Keeping his back to the audience for the length of his set, he messed with knobs, wires, and assorted objects and deep-throated his microphone to create washes of loud, tinnitus-inducing cacophony. It was awesome.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjalSs_ygrE8q1T51h7lh-nE9yTJMK50B1OO44X6ntn3saiNwKMmaIA6ggoT2QURZzCfDDJtdawi6Nvafy7BsF9JTFwD1BGuAVXpsq-Qk-E1mmUYq-o457JToT1myNOctQ_ph_uUbqZ9RY/s1600-h/Evangelista.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjalSs_ygrE8q1T51h7lh-nE9yTJMK50B1OO44X6ntn3saiNwKMmaIA6ggoT2QURZzCfDDJtdawi6Nvafy7BsF9JTFwD1BGuAVXpsq-Qk-E1mmUYq-o457JToT1myNOctQ_ph_uUbqZ9RY/s400/Evangelista.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246126509886213122" /></a><br />Next up was Carla Bozulich's project, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Evangelista</span>. The beauty of Bozulich's deep, throaty voice was tempered by the dark crashes of music created by an able assemblage of strings (cello and violin), drums, guitars, and electronics that punctuated her sermonizing verses.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRdWdKePojvvjcuhaSu78aXJyEe2Q-SgjON7sDIJjYKcg9nm3LPDU_VBeiIsfgJ9TrlDMgogvKSauPzqo2QMFCDO7fQnWLoNOjsDO2vJaDJgKthPCbRJPMP5WBTYLRmsr0rYVHQr77iTs/s1600-h/Xiu+Xiu+Bowery+Ballroom.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRdWdKePojvvjcuhaSu78aXJyEe2Q-SgjON7sDIJjYKcg9nm3LPDU_VBeiIsfgJ9TrlDMgogvKSauPzqo2QMFCDO7fQnWLoNOjsDO2vJaDJgKthPCbRJPMP5WBTYLRmsr0rYVHQr77iTs/s400/Xiu+Xiu+Bowery+Ballroom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241153028247910546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Xiu Xiu</span> was the headliner. Although the room was twice as full for them as it had been for either of the previous 2 opening acts, I found them roundly intolerable due to the obnoxiously overemotive singing and uninteresting song stylings that seemed to be more referencing musical experimentation than actually engaging in it. But I recuse my opinion from carrying any stake because I ran from the room after about 5 minutes, screaming, "Nooo I can't take it." Sorry to end on a glum note. I do like how their name is pronounced "shoo shoo"--I think it's cute and provides a handy way to demonstrate that you're "in the know" since it's not immediately evident how to say it from the spelling. Also, Evangelista and Prurient were both awesome!<br /><br />Musicians in attendance: Thurston Moore (who has collaborated with Bozulich in the past.)<br /><br />NYC Taper has recordings of the performances from <a href="http://www.nyctaper.com/?p=366">Xiu Xiu</a> and <a href="http://www.nyctaper.com/?p=371">Evangelista</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-66329110055765890002008-08-26T11:54:00.023-04:002008-09-16T12:11:57.747-04:00Read about music and stuff<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqvpkUfDleUCOCRjCVqQhVe8DrUPU846LNsBis9e09xGzcBZP6tSAAXhDVMc4rll7-BzEJrymL4QQdZeKgKqsgAuqVq5Mt01olhfKkFAKFbPglYU7nquxMgcHkszMCUmYJZjvh1OWbek/s1600-h/01_genesis_p_orridge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqvpkUfDleUCOCRjCVqQhVe8DrUPU846LNsBis9e09xGzcBZP6tSAAXhDVMc4rll7-BzEJrymL4QQdZeKgKqsgAuqVq5Mt01olhfKkFAKFbPglYU7nquxMgcHkszMCUmYJZjvh1OWbek/s400/01_genesis_p_orridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240976406476393602" border="0" /></a><br />--Profoundly weird <a href="http://radaronline.com/from-the-magazine/2008/07/genesis_porridge_jacqueline_breyer_plastic_surgery_01.php">article</a> about the relationship between legendary founder of Throbbing Gristle and Psychic TV, Genesis P-orridge and his wife, Lady Jaye--specifically their mission to become identical through plastic surgery. That's some freaky shit, man.<br />[<span style="font-weight: bold;">Download:</span> <a href="http://choccosalo.com/songs/01%20Just%20Drifting%20%28For%20Caresse%29.mp3">Just Drifting</a> (For Caresse) from Psychic TV's first album, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Force-Hand-Chance-Psychic-TV/dp/B000001JT9">Force The Hand of Chance</a> from 1982. Lovely melody, soaring strings, Korean karaoke bar drum machine beats. Its off-kilter authorship only tipped off by the ambling vocal delivery that tries to jam slightly too many syllables into each measure.]<br /><br />--An <a href="http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2008/08/lambchops_kurt_wagner.html">interview</a> with Kurt Wagner. New Lambchop album in October, yah!<br /><br />--<a href="http://www.settingthewoodsonfire.com/2008/08/fakebook-originals.html">Setting the Woods On Fire</a>, posted the original versions of all the covers from Yo La Tengo's Fakebook album in one handy place. (<a href="http://boogiewoogieflu.blogspot.com/">Thx, Ted!</a>)<br /><br />--<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/31/fashion/31vinyl.html?pagewanted=2&ref=style">The New York Times</a> says the youngsters are into vinyl and music execs are looking to nurture the vinyl record market into a "profitable niche." They manage to make the trend seem annoying by advancing the oversimplification that in today's world where the internet makes it easy to assemble an esoteric, vast-reaching music library, the extra effort required to acquire, store, and play a record makes it stylish<br /><br />--<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/17/arts/music/17pare.html">Jon Pareles feature</a> on the new collaboration between David Byrne and Brian Eno, <span style="font-style: italic;">Everything That Happens Will Happen Today</span>. Eno admits, "“We didn’t really talk to each other” during the making of the album, mostly trading musical ideas via email.<br /><br />--<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/29/arts/music/29nail.html?ref=music">Pareles</a> on last Wednesday night's Nine Inch Nails show in Jersey:<br /><blockquote>At the Izod Center, where the floor level was standing room, Nine Inch Nails incited shout-alongs and mosh pits. There were also oohs and ahs. Walls of lights and video screens were the backdrops and sometimes a cage for the band members, with effects enveloping the musicians. Nine Inch Nails didn’t use video to blow up images of the musicians’ faces, but to surround the band in an abstract digital firestorm. It sometimes looked as if Mr. Reznor’s brain waves were radiating sparks.</blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-45063025583389127672008-08-25T11:54:00.008-04:002008-09-15T02:04:20.571-04:00Jelly's Last Jam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJpTygAf1bBx0NVS-aPWFd0ZZPrfi7kZjGvBNTP43aP51eoAx1Atew8rHuW_jTFlUhyvImIhb8gALfMfx8HEijFeHXbsNdNs59l7fclIFUqmhJkm4tLZb94Vr6iy0gRfg1FywwCp9TF8/s1600-h/yo+la+tengo+mccarren+pool.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJpTygAf1bBx0NVS-aPWFd0ZZPrfi7kZjGvBNTP43aP51eoAx1Atew8rHuW_jTFlUhyvImIhb8gALfMfx8HEijFeHXbsNdNs59l7fclIFUqmhJkm4tLZb94Vr6iy0gRfg1FywwCp9TF8/s400/yo+la+tengo+mccarren+pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238683076839382930" border="0" /></a><div><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yo La Tengo</span><br />August 24, 2008</div><div>Final Jelly NYC Free Show at McCarren Pool</div><div>Brooklyn, NY</div><div><br /><a href="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/music/archives/2008/08/the_last_jelly.php">Jesse reviewed it for the Village Voice.</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jesse also posted a <a href="http://www.wunderkammern27.com/2008/08/ylt_pool_it_824.html">setlist</a>.</div><br /><a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/online/culture/2008/08/27/summer-festival-report-the-final-mccarren-pool-show.html">Vanity Fair</a> has no idea of what they speak. Nice snaps though.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-46187739042779146882008-08-24T00:50:00.000-04:002008-09-01T05:12:54.486-04:00Ryan Sawyer/Thurston Moore Duo with Susan Alcorn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8Wzkqb-NjDr6nbSCyphrCIHdxsC_qkEoAy_n52tr0H2zOggiE2NKVUH3S9ksC_vn6HPlqdXtXguUjY4uIAUyjrK1ybS_fHocOcg46pEBxgyUh9ecGl_eVcFym2GTbdVvbiXrOD_2biU/s1600-h/thurston_moore_stone.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8Wzkqb-NjDr6nbSCyphrCIHdxsC_qkEoAy_n52tr0H2zOggiE2NKVUH3S9ksC_vn6HPlqdXtXguUjY4uIAUyjrK1ybS_fHocOcg46pEBxgyUh9ecGl_eVcFym2GTbdVvbiXrOD_2biU/s400/thurston_moore_stone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238684382343093410" /></a><div>August 23, 2008<br /></div><div><div>The Stone</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-33168093613447148542008-08-22T00:32:00.000-04:002008-09-01T05:29:58.533-04:00Dump<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMgm-RxI1CnE_rJM_lUXCgqod16ItBYBncrI7fKL_yqf1X184IaTSUl6hCcb14GXAb92itjWL4GC-nSd6HouuI1R2FIP1Cs23mULQMTzRLhOzu5pn6yAZEgsp3Gy0HBq5hmm7rmgkzaE/s1600-h/dump_mercury_lounge.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMgm-RxI1CnE_rJM_lUXCgqod16ItBYBncrI7fKL_yqf1X184IaTSUl6hCcb14GXAb92itjWL4GC-nSd6HouuI1R2FIP1Cs23mULQMTzRLhOzu5pn6yAZEgsp3Gy0HBq5hmm7rmgkzaE/s400/dump_mercury_lounge.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238680210808085650" /></a>August 21, 2008<div>Mercury Lounge</div><div>NYC</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-65915181181136779242008-08-21T16:41:00.020-04:002008-09-01T16:23:13.730-04:00Addis Chop UpAugust 20, 2008<div>Damrosch Park, Lincoln Center</div><div>NYC</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKTzvboD9eHNigiHdS3_mB7Trw9rpSAZpL47FOJAG-a5bR9IRNXoPlA9i9t15F3fItkCeAI7MBtLbxhWpS2ySNa0tKKaOh2J7d35ilHqXFqOm_va-54n35oFlb9uxgmu4avCPs-L34nc/s1600-h/the_ex.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKTzvboD9eHNigiHdS3_mB7Trw9rpSAZpL47FOJAG-a5bR9IRNXoPlA9i9t15F3fItkCeAI7MBtLbxhWpS2ySNa0tKKaOh2J7d35ilHqXFqOm_va-54n35oFlb9uxgmu4avCPs-L34nc/s400/the_ex.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238678381740803922" /></a><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Ex</span>, from Amsterdam, with Ethiopian saxophonist, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Getachew Mekurya</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtILCixQkxNcDdBi3oyLahnfEybYUYpOMu71_p38ESFmopBIht7-DpQ2b9B_f8ywLvTbr4eR6xtuhyphenhyphenaWVvvzhW7-eUmENIZAlWdl0djWgrxUi1hNLNlq-KIn7q9vZYiSK8m4pI0kcOldI/s1600-h/mahmoud_ahmed.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtILCixQkxNcDdBi3oyLahnfEybYUYpOMu71_p38ESFmopBIht7-DpQ2b9B_f8ywLvTbr4eR6xtuhyphenhyphenaWVvvzhW7-eUmENIZAlWdl0djWgrxUi1hNLNlq-KIn7q9vZYiSK8m4pI0kcOldI/s400/mahmoud_ahmed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238678132131469314" /></a>Ethiopian singer, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Mahmoud Ahmed</span> with <span style="font-weight:bold;">Either/Orchestra</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lpqObnSvpITC5bPH7SiyjpHfH3Jne85FGoSGb-M31IkM0Xs10w-SuiujDMISY7MSBMPdccA5miPQL9yRtttqrYy6qZEPmykN2hIs9OBDuzDE9t37looSdYrXyXdc14aazH6Ilo6QQBw/s1600-h/almeyhu_ashete.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lpqObnSvpITC5bPH7SiyjpHfH3Jne85FGoSGb-M31IkM0Xs10w-SuiujDMISY7MSBMPdccA5miPQL9yRtttqrYy6qZEPmykN2hIs9OBDuzDE9t37looSdYrXyXdc14aazH6Ilo6QQBw/s400/almeyhu_ashete.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238677696989394738" /></a>Ethiopian singer, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Alemayehu Eshete</span> with <span style="font-weight:bold;">Either/Orchestra</span><br /><br />Musicians spotted at the show: Kim Gordon, Thurston Moore, Lee Ranaldo (Sonic Youth collaborated with The Ex for the 2002 EP, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fishtank-Sonic-Youth-I-C-P-Ex/dp/B00006L3P9">In The Fishtank</a>.)<br /><br /></div><a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/08/getatchew_mekur_1.html">More snaps from the show. </a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-51695302437644591822008-08-18T01:02:00.002-04:002008-08-18T01:06:49.379-04:00BattlesAugust 16, 2008<br />Central Park SummerStage<br />NYC<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3YodDCfHL4TW3NAIuEJP0W_V3XqAxsUaGHhKQ6YCnrd5oZgzepqYAFfBLDHqrGXRma08F5fmKIm7RKnBDenV3Fn2afJwexm3SR9oodGqAXa-WObsV3PThkQwL_bZU-UfJO0v2KYUip9w/s1600-h/battles_summerstage.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3YodDCfHL4TW3NAIuEJP0W_V3XqAxsUaGHhKQ6YCnrd5oZgzepqYAFfBLDHqrGXRma08F5fmKIm7RKnBDenV3Fn2afJwexm3SR9oodGqAXa-WObsV3PThkQwL_bZU-UfJO0v2KYUip9w/s400/battles_summerstage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235719743491501554" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-51743327531330423472008-08-18T00:52:00.010-04:002008-08-20T07:09:30.498-04:00800 years of minimalismAugust 15, 2008<div>Damrosch Park<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_WxA4KIbiDx9NxPa5mUOX41FW2Prond1si3r3fi9pfI2WzERSEPmhf4QvuP4dMYKYiS0VtmXKokWjmRZH4h_QpNKmnCwgiqyDr2v1jbTZ-iEso5y8fdSiLe2xQT6sZLHKzVuWDbSeViw/s1600-h/E2-E4.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_WxA4KIbiDx9NxPa5mUOX41FW2Prond1si3r3fi9pfI2WzERSEPmhf4QvuP4dMYKYiS0VtmXKokWjmRZH4h_QpNKmnCwgiqyDr2v1jbTZ-iEso5y8fdSiLe2xQT6sZLHKzVuWDbSeViw/s400/E2-E4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235716871343774546" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-weight:bold;">Manuel Gottsching</span> performs his classic electronic composition, E2-E4, with illumination from the Joshua Light Show. A performance of Rhys Chatham's composition for 200 guitars was supposed to be part of the bill but was cancelled due to rain. </div><div><br /></div><div>More on <a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/08/gottsching_rhys.html#more">BrooklynVegan</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/08/rhys_chatham_20.html#more">Photos</a> from the rehearsal of the Chatham piece.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-68157108855022817872008-08-18T00:33:00.012-04:002008-10-03T01:28:08.665-04:00The MelvinsAugust 8, 2008<br />Music Hall of Williamsburg<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrpNVsFP5T4dvLOvFK3lbeBiqdPz9yMk4jbzKv6O2EaTPww3d9SapzClkFUmGMPRjuAek3DLQrN9g5p7p0hEVl4Gjmmm04S0XsK9PC5NoQPzvEjp_2HA2oJ8ptGF_XG-9b43t_3o6IC4/s1600-h/melvins+MHOW.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrpNVsFP5T4dvLOvFK3lbeBiqdPz9yMk4jbzKv6O2EaTPww3d9SapzClkFUmGMPRjuAek3DLQrN9g5p7p0hEVl4Gjmmm04S0XsK9PC5NoQPzvEjp_2HA2oJ8ptGF_XG-9b43t_3o6IC4/s400/melvins+MHOW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235712743643756770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nWW8ObApkNq4nn9TMIKW5N13WDRvBrEOPl_neRhN1tWQuclpVF-WTwurd-nJunIAG0jx0oR0NOYKaqCz6MkKSpWMKyuKzuOqC4C77_Xu9yLXoT_gd0gDJMGv8vPTxUoP7qVV1EgaVrg/s1600-h/hat+doff.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nWW8ObApkNq4nn9TMIKW5N13WDRvBrEOPl_neRhN1tWQuclpVF-WTwurd-nJunIAG0jx0oR0NOYKaqCz6MkKSpWMKyuKzuOqC4C77_Xu9yLXoT_gd0gDJMGv8vPTxUoP7qVV1EgaVrg/s400/hat+doff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235712524294136002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jared Warren doffs his captain's hat for a singing of the national anthem.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The Melvins played Bowery Ballroom <a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/08/melvins_played.html#more">the next night.</a></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-65945215853874309542008-08-18T00:19:00.010-04:002008-09-01T16:20:13.004-04:00Tribute To Joel DornDamrosch Park<br />August 13, 2008<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2GlaPAKHHoKE6k8EDHrEUa85FrNqHjX2zC_xVFsxGNh-rrDLLM8MDjsqhfyCmizGlHdaUr5H2Jhs6umRY66vSmhK81jdoUGZwHAKQZaNi10U7R_ghuim-dnhkRQ5qgf8jxT06d6F4ynQ/s1600-h/drjohn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2GlaPAKHHoKE6k8EDHrEUa85FrNqHjX2zC_xVFsxGNh-rrDLLM8MDjsqhfyCmizGlHdaUr5H2Jhs6umRY66vSmhK81jdoUGZwHAKQZaNi10U7R_ghuim-dnhkRQ5qgf8jxT06d6F4ynQ/s400/drjohn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235710080505790194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Dr. John</span> & <span style="font-weight:bold;">Cornell Dupree</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyowzXiuZTrOLeEFsgV52AbNuldmwOfQ0MUHw1l9nwPgPsbhdO1CFCTp9QkNOPxutIJEzcCWa2SuzMv2N1AT6YcOQJHJy04lEYFqk-OW26lHPyHDLaQRUbsSNQPZo8nmOQdzzw82orFE/s1600-h/the+persuasions.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyowzXiuZTrOLeEFsgV52AbNuldmwOfQ0MUHw1l9nwPgPsbhdO1CFCTp9QkNOPxutIJEzcCWa2SuzMv2N1AT6YcOQJHJy04lEYFqk-OW26lHPyHDLaQRUbsSNQPZo8nmOQdzzw82orFE/s400/the+persuasions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235710014191029298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Persuasions</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhprZIB60ta6DZFabXKdT-oR2E-RqWzDQ-01eTQd_VH_JkpOJCDPxmGXYSHeT-Zs5sdEM-4dCWQn18WQntCw8ZNiQ-8KuhPeBNPtLU723emb1vwmXO0e4FuKQnxU_tsZ8nVVwtT2YspzvE/s1600-h/black+heat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhprZIB60ta6DZFabXKdT-oR2E-RqWzDQ-01eTQd_VH_JkpOJCDPxmGXYSHeT-Zs5sdEM-4dCWQn18WQntCw8ZNiQ-8KuhPeBNPtLU723emb1vwmXO0e4FuKQnxU_tsZ8nVVwtT2YspzvE/s400/black+heat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235709906226898530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Black Heat</span><span style="">, who hadn't played together for roughly 30 years.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwPZ2aKV6WEokfEnE9N9HOZoWzGwFGY2BgSpJu_0u2xkT6C2Fwhm_pHdplAAegGJoRKfGlE5QsIHcln3agxkvvHO08dt402hsJ2v-ZtSzx-DRE-WDCoLQj74KtS3eE04yaXkhb2uMgWU/s1600-h/mose+allison.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwPZ2aKV6WEokfEnE9N9HOZoWzGwFGY2BgSpJu_0u2xkT6C2Fwhm_pHdplAAegGJoRKfGlE5QsIHcln3agxkvvHO08dt402hsJ2v-ZtSzx-DRE-WDCoLQj74KtS3eE04yaXkhb2uMgWU/s400/mose+allison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235709806995725202" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Mose Allison</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bwiNxmyKgrMQFUQqNZMQHpTER5pa75bKTa8HK7TbwOwBowRKhrz4oiHqpDsXq3TtiZDks1gvTJFJgmg5f2mLrFJu0gR0su76TE7MPJjYdYskHWgJTvRGAl6hSCzscQDyUJ7dZb2AvfY/s1600-h/roberta+flack.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bwiNxmyKgrMQFUQqNZMQHpTER5pa75bKTa8HK7TbwOwBowRKhrz4oiHqpDsXq3TtiZDks1gvTJFJgmg5f2mLrFJu0gR0su76TE7MPJjYdYskHWgJTvRGAl6hSCzscQDyUJ7dZb2AvfY/s400/roberta+flack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235709672056660050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Roberta Flack</span><br /><br />Musicians spotted in attendance: Paul ShafferUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-28203711867027338052008-08-17T22:31:00.003-04:002008-08-17T23:05:21.835-04:00James McNew on Becoming a ManYo La Tengo bass player James McNew pays tribute to the recently-departed Bernie Mac in the latest edition of his online column, <a href="http://yolatengo.com/onthecouch_0808_1.html">"On the couch with James." </a>Opening up about the impact made on him by Mac's film, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Original Kings of Comedy</span>, James says:<br /><blockquote>To me, the movie was about growing up and accepting responsibility, and how it really ain't all bad — you can do it, we all can do it.</blockquote>I'm not entirely sure I can do it, but I will take these comforting words of wisdom to heart. Thanks, James!<br /><div id="TVShowSpot" style="position: relative; top: 35px; left: 145px;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-37996004044647514002008-08-13T17:25:00.019-04:002008-09-25T00:30:25.414-04:00HOW DOES IT FEEEEEEL???<span style="font-weight: bold;">Bob Dylan</span><br />August 12, 2008<br />Prospect Park<br />Brooklyn<br /><br />The cheapest tickets for the show were something like $75--well over the amount at which I cap myself for purchasing concert tickets. And besides my personal exercises in fiscal discipline, I have a certain populist leaning that says that rock shows should be for the kids and that it's somehow wrong to charge an amount that only the wealthy can afford. Fine, the guy's a legend, one of the true godheads of American music, but this is rock n' roll and that should mean something, dammit.<br /><br />All of this is by way of saying that although I did not purchase a ticket in advance to this sold out show I showed up anyway. I am a proponent of the "where there's a will there's a way" philosophy when it comes to these things, which usually turns out to be true. Well, not in this case. I think the dearth of tickets being sold outside the show, a fairly ubiquitous happening at just about any other show, stems from the older, economically comfortable demographic of the crowd. If people ended up with an extra ticket they probably were more likely to absorb the cost than to degrade themselves by scalping it outside.<br /><br />The shame of spending the concert outside the 10-foot tall gates that had been diabolically erected around the outdoor bandshell to prevent the ticketless scum like me from sneaking a peak at ole' Bobby D was sublimated by the general righteousness of the situation. Here I was, among the orphans and vagabonds hovered outside the barricades trying to intercept whatever spare notes could waft through the sound-deflecting barriers while the fat cats sat comfortably inside with their plastic cups full of wine and their khaki pants and grey old-people hair. I mean, WE WERE BOB'S PEOPLE! You know, the ones from the songs and stuff. Well, that line of thinking made staring at the gates more palatable anyway stealing a few notes of "Rainy Day Woman" or "Lay Lady Lay." I could hear the people inside singing along to "Blowin' In the Wind" and they sounded dumb. Us real folk, and there were a ton of people outside who remained through the whole concert, danced and climbed trees to get a better overlook. Next time Dylan comes around and I decide to buy tickets, I guess I better take my diamond ring and pawn it, baby.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/08/bob_dylan_prosp.html#more">Photos</a> where in you can enjoy Bob Dylan's awesome choice of performing attire, which causes him to look like an Amish pimp--a brilliant look if one ever existed.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/14/arts/music/14dylan.html?_r=1&oref=slogin">New York Times review of the show</a><br /><br />Jesse Jarnow's awesome <a href="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/music/archives/2008/08/bob_dylan_at_pr.php">review</a> for the Voice<br /><br />Artists in attendance: Ira Kaplan and Georgia Hubley, whose band, Yo La Tengo recently contributed to the I'm Not There soundtrack with "Fourth Time Around" and "I Wanna Be Your Lover."<br /><br />Related: I was listening to the Yo La Tengo version of "Fourth Time Around" with a friend who pointed out that it sounded like YLT were ripping off the Beatles' "Norwegian Wood." I immediately swooped in to correct him that in fact it was a cover of a Bob Dylan song and that more likely the Beatles had ripped off Dylan. Once the embers of my ego calmed down (inflamed in part because, hey, how come I had never noticed the melodic similarity between the 2 classics?) I ventured to actually double-check my ill-informed assertion. To my dismay, "Norwegian Wood" had been released in on the Beatles' 1965 album, <span style="font-style: italic;">Rubber Soul</span>, while "Fourth Time Around" came out the very next year on 1966's <span style="font-style: italic;">Blonde On Blonde</span>. But the similarity was uncanny so I googled them both at once and in one of the most satisfying Internet searches I've ever conducted, a full explanation unfolded courtesy of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/4th_Time_Around">wikipedia</a>:<br /><blockquote>"Norwegian Wood" was considered an artistic leap for Lennon, as it was his earliest story-song and showed an obvious Dylan-influence. "4th Time Around" has been seen as either a playful homage, or a satirical warning to Lennon about co-opting Dylan's well-known songwriting devices. Lennon himself felt it to be a somewhat pointed parody of "Norwegian Wood". Lennon later told his biographer that he considered Dylan's effort to be more a playful homage. Still, the last line of "4th Time Around" can be interpreted as more bitter than playful: "I never asked for your crutch./ Now don't ask for mine." In the context of the Dylan-Lennon rivalry, this line can be interpreted as Dylan warning Lennon not to use Dylan's songs as a "crutch" for Lennon's songwriting.</blockquote>This is probably old news for the well-informed Chocco Salo readership, but figured I'd share, just in case.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Download: </span>a live version of Yo La Tengo covering <a href="http://choccosalo.com/songs/11%20I%20Wanna%20Be%20Your%20Lover%20%28Bob%20Dylan%29.mp3">"I Wanna Be Your Lover"</a> with Chris Stamey sitting in from December 6, 2007, Night 3 of their recent Channukah run at Maxwell's in Hoboken, NJ.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-61304349054184022642008-08-10T14:37:00.013-04:002008-08-18T00:08:25.058-04:00All Points WestAugust 8-10, 2008<br />Liberty State Park<br />Jersey City, NJ<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJjafQlAzsmXW28CulyGgo_MxRkbYgkGTjOTz2YQiSAV1FA2kXXu0boNNlclrPQ_HTB4bQiynLPwfucMYAE-kQ-tNueREuUdZKIzpdA3peuh5lzOKL_l9vxcnGIcbMhDcqnvr-hd0Geg/s1600-h/radiohead.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJjafQlAzsmXW28CulyGgo_MxRkbYgkGTjOTz2YQiSAV1FA2kXXu0boNNlclrPQ_HTB4bQiynLPwfucMYAE-kQ-tNueREuUdZKIzpdA3peuh5lzOKL_l9vxcnGIcbMhDcqnvr-hd0Geg/s400/radiohead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235703970754629106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Radiohead</span>, Night 1<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWN60C8Fh294nxSmB4YwubBsjpK3ClrkqnvJ6SEKNlUuyCYq3iyg3DZwZwEBsnzZeYgO39CcCpuZ5PDJ6samfhNQSsH6kofX-7j_nJMAg2x707l9WlwvFt22wbypvzFYFkidDJ-ldSun4/s1600-h/panda+bear+APW.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWN60C8Fh294nxSmB4YwubBsjpK3ClrkqnvJ6SEKNlUuyCYq3iyg3DZwZwEBsnzZeYgO39CcCpuZ5PDJ6samfhNQSsH6kofX-7j_nJMAg2x707l9WlwvFt22wbypvzFYFkidDJ-ldSun4/s400/panda+bear+APW.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235701848907320818" border="0" /></a><br />Panda Bear of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Animal Collective</span>, Night 2<br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/11/arts/music/11poin.html">New York Times review</a><br /><a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/08/radiohead_all_p_1.html">Photos</a><br /><a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/08/animal_collecti_7.html#more">More photos </a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-14205542138969921882008-08-10T13:16:00.004-04:002008-08-10T14:31:06.800-04:00Music in FilmOn the heels of the extremely rewarding Jazz Score series (on-going through September 15th) that has been showcasing original jazz composition in film for the last few months at the MoMA, comes a new music-based retrospective called <a href="http://moma.org/exhibitions/exhibitions.php?id=9222">Looking at Music</a> running for the rest of the year at the museum's 2 movie theaters. The heady program features experimental works that explore the interesection of sound and image and includes compositions by the likes of John Cage, Terry Riley, Sonic Youth, and others.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-5463999828356431562008-08-04T11:07:00.005-04:002008-08-18T01:32:29.339-04:00Good God!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zJclbD_vWIG_52tMGcpoZ51hKNm4nxpGlHINBXXhm-8P8g-GGaORYWJuaPRoeiH2BhIVTN9678UT84jZ0Yv3_sOABZ0GgcVsMGFAbkWt1rhMO-zQXCqYQ4rj2U3lyIPlYIZ5idpKrMs/s1600-h/KingKhan07.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zJclbD_vWIG_52tMGcpoZ51hKNm4nxpGlHINBXXhm-8P8g-GGaORYWJuaPRoeiH2BhIVTN9678UT84jZ0Yv3_sOABZ0GgcVsMGFAbkWt1rhMO-zQXCqYQ4rj2U3lyIPlYIZ5idpKrMs/s400/KingKhan07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235726304478828946" /></a><br />Chocco Salo correspondent, Chris Pascarella, on seeing <span style="font-weight: bold;">King Khan & The Shrines</span> at yesterday's McCarren Pool show:<br /><br />"He's legitimately nuts -- like an Indian James Brown on LSD."<br /><br />More photographic evidence available on <a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/08/king_khan_the_s_1.html#more">Brooklyn Vegan</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-21597938038200656662008-08-04T01:52:00.002-04:002008-08-04T01:54:17.785-04:00African Guitar FestAugust 3, 2008<br />Prospect Park<br />Brooklyn<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOlhwLjIj_LR2DbexpEonyXXkXAQnhLyBQ4SCNzjK_MZ38D3IfPYODyTStgrlja7upPEvMANDawbMdigsWa79VcZgP5M159A-WOxGw8gr2FbaMXGwl7-5AE5A962GN3KVF0B-mt2fHGA/s1600-h/AFRICAN+GUITAR+FEST+PROSPECT+PARK.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOlhwLjIj_LR2DbexpEonyXXkXAQnhLyBQ4SCNzjK_MZ38D3IfPYODyTStgrlja7upPEvMANDawbMdigsWa79VcZgP5M159A-WOxGw8gr2FbaMXGwl7-5AE5A962GN3KVF0B-mt2fHGA/s400/AFRICAN+GUITAR+FEST+PROSPECT+PARK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230536607737770594" /></a><br />Oliver MtukudziUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-69192711103166877482008-08-01T13:35:00.018-04:002009-03-02T23:48:16.542-05:00YLT News<span style="font-weight: bold;">Yo La Tengo</span> are my favorite band to see play live. So I'm pretty thrilled about the following:<br /><ul><li>Yo La Tengo will be playing the last free show ever at McCarren Pool on August 24th, with Titus Adronicus and Ebony Bones (<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/01/arts/music/01pool.html?pagewanted=2&_r=1&ref=arts">link</a>)...commenters on <a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/08/yo_la_tengo_tit.html#comments">Brooklyn Vegan</a> are already starting to queue up to make sure they get in!</li><li>Georgia Hubley and Ira Kaplan will play along with Glenn Mercer of The Feelies, Kate Jacobs, Tammy Faye Starlite, Dave Schramm, Ron Metz and Al Greller at Maxwell's on September 5th as part of a benefit for Terry Karydes</li><li><a href="http://www.yolatengo.com/forsale/index.php?main_page=product_music_info&products_id=210">A new album</a>, cleverly named, <span style="font-style: italic;">They Shoot, We Score</span>, featuring a compilation of all the music composed for the film scores of Old Joy, Shortbus, Game 6, and Junebug<br /></li><li>Ira Kaplan will be DJing on <a href="http://wfmu.org/">WFMU</a> (91.1 FM) twice this weekend: on Friday (tonight) from 11pm to 2am and Saturday (8/2) from 1 to 3pm<br /></li></ul>Update: Ira played <a href="http://wfmu.org/playlists/shows/28128">Dark Star</a> on his radio show!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-49275351503967342942008-08-01T10:53:00.006-04:002008-08-01T12:15:52.255-04:00Evolution of the Music BizFare Thee Well:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/28/business/media/28cassette.html?ref=music">Casette tapes</a><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/27/arts/music/27brow.html?ref=music"><br />Album liner notes</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/01/arts/music/01pool.html?pagewanted=2&_r=1&ref=arts">Concerts in the Pool</a><br /><br />Hello:<br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/31/arts/music/31club.html?ref=nyregion"><br />High-concept music venues</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-42297611082335055282008-07-29T22:47:00.007-04:002008-08-04T01:59:48.034-04:00Ride Captain Ride<a href="http://rocksoff.com">Rocks Off </a>Cruise<br />July 26, 2008<br />NYC<br /><br />The A-Bones played on-board.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIKihNHUNzI_fgiEwvhNsYMmZV7R0LsecnO8hCIVWK3RBZm5g0Trhl_SienUYPQspVmS6KbamsoyxxpDbh-zHGZn25L-eOlqElo_ScLuOFh6FH8-KBcCl0IxedtcshElDxABYEZ_X0OU/s1600-h/a-bones.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIKihNHUNzI_fgiEwvhNsYMmZV7R0LsecnO8hCIVWK3RBZm5g0Trhl_SienUYPQspVmS6KbamsoyxxpDbh-zHGZn25L-eOlqElo_ScLuOFh6FH8-KBcCl0IxedtcshElDxABYEZ_X0OU/s400/a-bones.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229564176459169138" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"The millionaire and his wife" aka Ira Kaplan on keyboards as Georgia Hubley looks on.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDPHjRoZPZnFtVVB1dy9m0uYh6D3E8prt__ondiUn3Kes0zsiB4zkGoTjcFbjrRcYfTu9D8yLbXNCoICoqPkQs3yQwHd00SH8NIJB46j2OXlQgSNnLFUkAyKImdc5_vwZZ1Qd6uR0cztE/s1600-h/G+I.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDPHjRoZPZnFtVVB1dy9m0uYh6D3E8prt__ondiUn3Kes0zsiB4zkGoTjcFbjrRcYfTu9D8yLbXNCoICoqPkQs3yQwHd00SH8NIJB46j2OXlQgSNnLFUkAyKImdc5_vwZZ1Qd6uR0cztE/s400/G+I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230538111792106818" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Baseball! After 15 innings, the Mets finally succumbed to the St. Louis Cardinals :(<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmp1jNI4EbQbaSWPY_dBrGNYfFbZoTGWiRUxfFcsJGJV1FTm1sMWMK1wzIq8_g6V8sLW1LG-n3KyGkELGlM2KZO7P3_R09uZeWiAMWiVGqMNNlSqTExxF2kl6i-zfsU4rCOSc4UcV-DQA/s1600-h/mets+game.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmp1jNI4EbQbaSWPY_dBrGNYfFbZoTGWiRUxfFcsJGJV1FTm1sMWMK1wzIq8_g6V8sLW1LG-n3KyGkELGlM2KZO7P3_R09uZeWiAMWiVGqMNNlSqTExxF2kl6i-zfsU4rCOSc4UcV-DQA/s400/mets+game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229564829964504754" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455012121016463762.post-85966038357143446892008-07-28T17:20:00.004-04:002008-07-30T00:47:09.000-04:00You can be my cock professorWeen<br />July 25, 2008<br />McCarren Pool<br />Brooklyn<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTZQdlMb3OPKk7GCD0xRsZxMP8tP2Cp_RtzlEXZMFmcAz2g4tXrzeSh4sD_TdUOT8vIoSKo3tOB7cPZrEe92uYff4IjduH3FJs2av1ZLh5levVpdmLU1r-aqpQ4J6L9DY3k14SpCDMM4/s1600-h/ween+mccarren+pool.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTZQdlMb3OPKk7GCD0xRsZxMP8tP2Cp_RtzlEXZMFmcAz2g4tXrzeSh4sD_TdUOT8vIoSKo3tOB7cPZrEe92uYff4IjduH3FJs2av1ZLh5levVpdmLU1r-aqpQ4J6L9DY3k14SpCDMM4/s400/ween+mccarren+pool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228663515286050306" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/07/ween_mccarren_p.html#more">More photos</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0