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April 13, 2005

STONER DEATH

The Alan Partridge Experience is genius, and Larry David (also a genius) was taking notes.

Can’t sleep, stoned; this sounds great on headphones at 4am.

Waking up fuzzy-headed and sleep-deprived, the A-Frames album is also genius.

More stoner action:

Asva flyer

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April 7, 2005

Skullstamp / Housewarming

A while ago I set out to document my handstamps on this blog. It seemed like a good idea at the time; handstamps are transitory but sometimes very nice to look at, and they remind me of friends and music and good things. They also look good stacked next to each other in photo form, and create this nice “this is your life” effect. Anyway, like so many virtual projects, that one evaporated. But here’s a really nice one from a couple days back. I think I got this at Holocene. It’s a group of skeletons rowing a boat. A death boat.

skullstamp

Berbati’s last night was the first installment of the Housewarming series Chantelle and I are starting up, and it went really really well. Turnout was really good, the bands were all fantastic and excited to be playing. I brought my old boss Mr. Dave Allen, who is also the bassist from Gang of Four (!!!), and I think he really dug it. Being the full-time rockstar he is, and not being Thurston Moore, I’m guessing he doesn’t really get the chance to see this kind of arty music that often. Now he wants LKN openening for the reunited Gang of Four at their as-yet-unannounced post-Crystal show. This totally makes sense: Gang of Four was more feminist-minded than people think and LKN is this amazingly powerful all-girl rock group “deconstructing the whole macho rock thing” as Dave put it. This would make my life if it happens.

Also, Donna Dresch is playing with LKN now, and so is the amazing Caitlin from Desert City Soundtrack, who is seriously like the best drummer in town. Supergroup = hell yes.

The wonderful and talented Jessica Jones put the bill together, and did it well. Her band We Quit played mini-maxi psych rock akin to Lightning Bolt. They’ve gotten so much better over the last year it’s not even funny. They are the sweetest kids too, gave me shout-outs from the stage TWICE, neglecting to mention how THEY were the ones that made the show awesome in the first place. They’re opening for Supersystem (aka EL GUAPO) at Holocene soon, so go.

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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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January 28, 2005

Hangar 18, OneBeLo / Majestik Legend at Berbati’s Pan, Portland OR, Wednesday, Jan. 26

[This post originally appeared on Team Tinnitus]

My friend Javan is from Ann Arbor, MI, as are my three other friends Steve, Andrew, and Mark (another one). They also all went to high school together, which is kind of weird given that they all now live in Portland, OR, but such is the strong connection between these two lefty playgrounds.

Lately, Javan has been saying how we need to go to more hip hop shows, so when I saw this one at Berbati’s I was already thinking of him. Then I noticed that openers, Majestik Legend and OnBeLo (AK One Man Army) are both on Ann Arbor-based Subterraneous Records (named in reference to their invented slang term for Michigan : “Water World”), and the deal was sealed.

I mentioned OneBeLo to Javan, and he recognized the name from Binary Star, apparently one of the bigger underground-type rap groups in Michigan. Javan said when he lived there these dudes were merciless performers, gigging any house party or stage they could get on, often multiple times a week, oftentimes donning an oven mitt as a sign of regional pride (Michigan is shaped like a glove). The result of all this was semi-legendary status state-wide (I think).

So I went. Javan did too, but only after breaking the holy “bro’s before ho’s” maxim, forgetting about the show, and going out with his new lady friend for pasta. Turns out OneBeLo and Majestik Legend were performing together, with the latter mostly performing DJ-duties, which mostly consisted of pressing play on a CD player. They were great. OneBeLo has a great flow, able to stop and turn a phrase on a dime, changing up rhythms with perfect timing. The subject matter was mostly braggadocio, except for one song equating love with extraterrestrial contact, and another about media propaganda (or something). The alien lover song was my favorite of the night, both for the clever metaphorical device and the beat, which reminded me of Souls of Mischief’s classic “93 Till Infinity”. The rest of the beats didn’t match this one, and some of them fell into the bin marked “generic underground”.

I had no idea what to expect from Hangar 18. They’re on Def Jux which is a label I know people freak out about, but I haven’t really followed. They weren’t what I think of as Def Jux sounding. They had two MCs named Winterbreeze and Alaska, so right off the bat you know it’s going to be a little less “manly” than the Michi-rap. Both of these dudes were dorky in the extreme, and slightly effeminate. Maybe they weren’t really effeminate, but in a genre as gender-loaded as hip hop, the occasional girly giggle stands way out (yeah, rock is loaded too, but we’ll leave that for now). Being an un-macho myself, I did my best to put aside whatever lame preconceptions might keep me from embracing my own, and focus on how much fun everyone was having.

Stylistically, Hangar 18 reminds me of the Beastie Boys, or maybe their little cousin, Ugly Ducking. If you hate the Beastie Boys, you’ll hate these guys; if you love them, you won’t. I’m somewhere in between, and that’s pretty much how I felt about their set.

Unfortunately, the rest of my Michigan crew showed up right after the Michi-rap and just in time for Hangar 18. This was really their own damn fault for showing up at 11:30 on a weekday for a two-act bill. Some of them were pissed, and some didn’t care.

Drunks drunk: 3 beers (brand names withheld/forgotten), I think.

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October 29, 2004

At this moment I am sitting in my basement office at Berbati’s Pan, listening to Vetiver, and doing everything in my power not to work. Like typing this.

Yesterday, Yancey Strickler, music journo and editor at eMusic, posed (roughly) this question in his blog: “What is it that makes timeless songs timeless?” This is a big question, and I’m not ready to take it on (remember, I’m writing out of laziness) but I do have an anecdote, and a digression:

Yesterday, the same day I read that question on Yancey’s blog, I did some intensive headphone meditation on the second Swell Maps album, A Trip to Marineville, which has just been rereleased by Secretly Canadian. Quoting my own comments, from other people’s blogs, in my blog feels like the ultimate in meta-onanity. But again, LAZY. My comment:

“Midway through there is this medley consisting of three seamless tracks, the last being an epic reprise of the first. The tracks are Full Moon in My Pocket -> BLAM!! -> Full Moon in My Pocket (Reprise). I can’t put this feeling into sentences (although I guess I’ll have to try for the final review). So I made a chart (a map?). Here it is:

blam!!

It’s something to do with willful absurdity and joy in the face of existential dread, boredom, and heartbreak. Midway through Full Moon, Jowe Head (the singer) sneezes and extends the sneeze into a long drawn out, almost sung tone. Then he starts babbling gibberish like a crazy man. This is divine playfulness.” – Matt Wright, Yesterday, Nowhere

That last link is a reference to “In Defiance of Gravity” a wonderful essay by Tom Robbins which appeared in Harper’s a couple months back (sadly the only thing I could find online was that excerpt). Basically, Robbins in proclaiming the merits of ridiculous behavior during tough times. This is a concept that I just love. I think this is my mantra. This is why, on Hollywood Boulevard two weeks ago, the stars I seek out are these:

1. Kermit the Frog
2. The BeeGees
3. Olivia Newton-John

This is why I love bands like the Beatles, the Kinks, B-52s, Devo, XTC, Beefheart, Zappa, Os Mutantes, T.Rex, the Pixies, Ween, Beck, Deerhoof, Brainiac, and Juicy Panic.

This is why, this Saturday, I will be DJing with my friend Steve, under the name CUM LAZER!!!, dressed up like a giant pink whoopie cushion (fig. 1).

whoopie cushion costume

figure 1

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Blast from the present!