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February 21, 2005

Church of Psychedelia 2: White Rainbow, Exploratory Organ Ensemble, February 20th, Berbati’s Pan

[This post originally appeared on Team Tinnitus]

So let’s just get all that messy conflict of interest stuff out of the way now: I am mostly a publicist by trade and one of the places I work for is Berbati’s. So that’s that.

That that said (2 thats = artsy), I am really excited about this new improv/psych/weird music monthly curated by Josh Blanchard of Point Line Plane. Each night is lovingly arranged by Josh to include ornate visual projections of the brain-fried variety, DJs, and out-there musicians of the kind you’d normally only see at Dunes. Used to be you could see this kind of thing at the Blackbird, but that’s gone now, and underground art-fart music in a rock venue has become something of a rare bird (PUN!).

Chantelle Hylton, who booked the Blackbird, was largely responsible for that venue’s eclectic programming and she books the B.Pan now. She’s been trying to work within what she thought was, and to some degree is, a more mainstream rock club format, but is starting to realize she has more freedom than she originally realized. Berbati’s is run by some pretty open-minded Greeks, provided people come out and people DRINK, which hipsters do. So things like the Church of Psychedelia are permitted, and to some degree encouraged. This is exciting, and I hope to see more of it going on. We’re actually working on another somewhat similar series right now, but I’m this close to advertorial mode, so I’ll shut up about that.

One of the nice things about this show and the last one is how visually compelling the whole thing(s) is. This time there were three projections with two dedicated dudes manning the visuals. These were mostly melting digital shapes, forest imagery, blurred-out women walking in blinding white expanses – you know, trippy shit. Everything I saw was really beautiful and looked like it took a good amount of time to put together.

The first band was the Exploratory Organ Ensemble, a one-off improv project featuring members of Strategy (ok, THE member of Strategy), Yuma Nora, Space Hawk, and I’m sure many other Dunes-y bands. Performers were encouraged to bring along an organ of some kind, and a couple opted for accordions. They all gathered together in one big improvisatory mass, playing droney variations on one major-sounding chord. This reads like a mess but was actually really soothing and lovely. Think of the first track off Boards of Canada’s Music Has the Right to Children stretched out for twenty minutes or so.

The next band was White Rainbow, which is the solo project of Adam Forkner (VVRRZZNN, WORLD, many other little projects I’m sure). His performance took place within a giant white tent/cave, which took up the entire stage. The cave had some of the aforementioned trippy visuals projected on to it. We couldn’t see what he was doing in there (deft manipulation of rockist performance expectations or just plain pretentious? you be the judge) but we could hear it through four speakers situated around the room, two of which had been brought in just for this performance (hence “full spectrum”). The music was long harmonic drones (couldn’t tell what instrument was making them) which were occasionally distorted, then high planes electric guitar riffage (think Neil Young’s Dead Man soundtrack). This got kind of boring after a while so we left.

OK, so the whole thing was a little pretentious, but I’ll take that over predictable anyday. The Church of Psychedelia is rad; long live the Church of Psychedelia.

Drinks drunk: 4 beers

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February 16, 2005

I’m starting to get really excited about the Blitzen Trapper CD release show, taking place this Friday at good old Berbati’s Pan. I booked the whole thing myself, which I don’t usally do. I’m very stoked about how the lineup came together – varying degrees of “artsy” and “poppy” overlapping in nice ways. These are three of my favorite bands in town on one bill and it feels good to be a part of that. Check out the long-winded press release I wrote for it here.*

Here’s my first ever MP3-bloggy link:

Blitzen Trapper - Summer Twin

Here’s the awesome poster, designed by the B.Trap:

Blitzen Trapper Field Rexx CD Release poster

fig 17: cum, join us.

Do get there early so you can catch the Graves, who never play out and are very talented in a low-key way. Just listened to their first album again this weekend, and yeah it’s still very nice. The Kingdom are great too, and I’m not the only who thinks so – they just got signed to the only biggish label in town.

Steve and I (CUM LAZER) will be in full effect too, dropping poorly mixed heat between bands and afterwards. I’m hoping to instigate full-on dance party action before the night is out, which would would be a first for me in those vaunted Greek halls.

Sort of funny story: the wonderful lady who books Berbati’s, Chantelle Hylton, took the liberty of putting us on the venue calendar as “special guest superstar deejay duo CUM LAZER!!”. I thought that was cute. I also mentioned us in the press release for the show as CUM LAZER DJs – so as not to imply bandness. The end result? The “superstar” bit made it into all the calendar ads in the papers, and the Mercury listed us as CUM LAZER DJS (which sounds like the lazer coming back from the future to save the present). Thus my attempts to avoid confusion only create more weird ambiguity, which makes perfect sense. CUM LAZER: it’s all in yr mind. TRIPPY!

Also, ramen actually smells really good after all the water in the pot has evaporated due to compulsive blogging whilst boiling noodles, some of which are now cemented to the bottom of said pot in an appealing brain-like pattern. They smell like mac ‘n’ cheese when you leave it in the stove longer than you’re supposed to, which I do, because Grandma always made them that way. In short: I *heart* burnt noodles. Not sure about the band though (figure 18).

Burnt Ramen

fig 18: burnt ramen (butchered hens rule)

* (I don’t think I’ve mentioned this yet on the ol’ blog, but I do music-related publicity for my (meager) living, and one of the things I’m doing right now is promoting this album. I booked this show and sent out a press release, hoping that local music scribes might take the occasion to get PUMPED on the Trapper and inform the public, thereby causing all of Portland to realize the pop genius lurking in our midst. The cynical/smart among you will be reading $$$ into my enthusiasm, but trust me: I feel this band, LOTS. They are indeed wonderful and they deserve to be heard. This is my mission.)

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February 14, 2005

Very soon now TRMW will be moving over to Urban Honking (here), and I’m really really excited about it. UrHo, as they call it, is a local Portland blog community of sorts, which also includes a show calendar and message board. It’s a very special thing, with lots of great creative stuff going on. There’s talk of Team Tinnitus moving over there too eventually. My music will stay here on Metem, where it belongs, but this rambling all-about-me stuff will be gone. Stay tuned!

Just got around to reading this (it’s been shortcutted on my desktop for weeks) and quite enjoyed it. That last sentence is me to a T – it’s almost creepy. Probably the only blog that’s really managed the YobNik stance would be this one, which sets it apart from pretty much every other music blog out there.

Stuff like this is why I like blogs (well, one of them); serious thought about music and how it relates to society, totally divorced from release dates and totally, wonderfully pretentious.

beatnik
fig 16: beatnik, guitar, she-beatnik

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February 9, 2005

Woke up today, got in the car, and a billion tiny metallic noises took off. That was the CD player firing up where it left off last night, in the middle of the third track off the new Mahjongg album. All that banging and scraping was too much for the morning, but it was over soon, and the next track was JUST what I needed.

It’s called “The Stubborn Horse” and it’s wonderful. It starts like it should, with a horse neighing sample (for more equestrian sampling fun see: the Ponys), and kicks right into this dead simple and perfect little stones riff (really just one bent guitar string) accompanied by sighing synth pads, a bouncy beat, and a faux-Bowie singing something about how if you don’t do this or that “this horse won’t go”.

That song had me smiling as I turned left onto Albina en route to the best coffee shop in the world (along with the other one). Amazingly, the next track was almost better. It’s called “Thegg” and it ‘s got this stomping motorik beat with layers on layers of propellant guitar riffs with dubby feedback skree going off in the background. I parked the car and sat there like a dork waiting for the song to end. Some hip girls walked by and I triend to look busy with the cellphone, as opposed to just weird. The pay-off was a section of long ‘n’ fuzzy one-note riffage, closing out with some Make Up-syle boogieloo. It was worth it.

The opening phrase “nigger is the woman of the world” (thank you, John Lennon) is confrontational and seems to imply more “meaning” than the rest of the mumbled jumble-talk on this track. I’d call that phrase the only thing marring an otherwise perfectly blank jam out. I’m all for feminism in music, but back it up like John-o did if you’re going to throw those words out there, because they’re loaded. Maybe I should just listen to the lyrics harder but that doesn’t seem like the point here.

All in all tho, two great incoherent art-rock messes. Everything else I’ve heard off the album has fallen flat in comparison; the next song starts out with the lyrics “Get high / Get stupid / Get AIDS” and that’s just… stupid.

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