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December 15, 2004

Just realized I’ve been made famous over at the Hyde Park Records website, so hello to any of you who got here that way. Also, hello to anyone who gets here via my employee picks (scroll down) in the Portland Mercury, since I think they might be mentioning this blog.

Now that you’re here, you might be wondering what this site is all about. The answer is mostly music, but not just music. You generally won’t find record reviews here. What you hopefully will find is occasionally insightful observations, centered around music but placing it in context, be that geographical (Portland, Oregon), historical, or personal. These peripheral but, to me, equally important parts of the music experience are often overlooked in offline music writing, probably in the interest of space and, uh, you know, describing the music itself. I’ll leave that part to the pros, and get right to the fluff.

About the linkers: The reason I have a Hyde Park Records t-shirt despite never having visited Chicago is dorky. I “virtually” met the man behind HPR, Derek Erdman, after I posted a link to his website featuring the entire Desperate Bicycles discography in mp3 format (also, this is rad). We got to talking about the record store he was opening up, he sent me a t-shirt, a picture was taken, and the rest is not-really-history. Derek seems like a pretty rad dude, the store looks awesome, and I’m all for more independent shops, so more power to him and it and amen.

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fig 13: hyde park records, chicago

The Portland Mercury is an alt-weekly here in Portland, OR. They have a regular Employee Picks column wherein experts in various fields dispense insider knowledge (sex shop worker lists porn/toys, wig maker lady lists wigs, etc), and they asked me to do the honors for this week. This is something I’ve been secretly craving for years (another is getting an I Saw U, put I’m pretty over that), so you can imagine my excitement. Hopefully my picks aren’t too hopelessly obscure, and I don’t look like a total geek. Is it just me, or does my head look lumpy?

In conclusion: this makes me happy, this cat is awesome, DIY FREE IPODS.

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November 1, 2004

A while ago I posted about these so-called “obscure English post punk bands” I’ve been listening to, and one of them was Desperate Bycycles, which it seems are also sometimes spelled correctly, like Desperate Bicycles. Anyway, just so happens that I’ve stumbled upon their entire discography, available for free, here. As the man who put it there, Derek Erdman, says: “Man, I sure am awesome to people who spend a lot of time on the internet.” Thanks Derek.

ALSO: Dude, this is rad!

HALLOWEEN: Was insanely fun. The house was decorated to the nines, complete with an entire front room dedicated to this elaborate demented doctor’s table display thing. Two bands played, Wet Confetti and Knock it Closer. I heard a little bit of Knock it Closer, featuring Liam from the Snuggle-Ups, whose CD release show with the Thermals was completely awesome the night before. Knock it Closer if a little more rocky, less PLUR and more angst, sort of like a faster Cure. I was upstairs DJing when Wet Confetti came on, so I heard their set as a loud grind beneath my feet, which was kind of surreal.

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Figure 2: Everything goes pink. Figure 1 is below.

After that the CUM LAZER (that’s me and my friend Steve’s DJ “collective”) was in full effect. The house was packed to the gills, with people spilling out onto the street. We had a fog machine and many many technical mishaps. For a while the speakers were making loud fart sounds, the kind that eat up all other frequencies when they hit and make the crowd go whiney. Once we cut the bass it was all good for a while, then mysterious electrical/wiring problems started popping up, whereby the sound would just inexplicably cease. Happily, shaking the speaker wires like voodoo sticks seemed to please these evil sonic demons.

Despite these setbacks we managed two of our better sets ever, one uptempo for before the cops came, and one blunted-but-funky for the post-cop late crowd, before the cops came again. Hits of the first set included Freak Nasty’s “Da Dip”, Salt n Peppa’s “Push It”, and that perenial hipster favorite “Hey Ya”. There was some rock too , but I only remember the Cars. Hits of the second set included “Spill the Wine” by War (one of my favorite songs ever), “When Doves Cry” by Prince, and “Galang” by M.I.A. (one my favorite songs right now, which really belonged in the first set).

I’ve never deejayed a vibe as unique and perfect as that during the second set. People drunk and beaming, in great costumes, finally able to talk and move without fear of being crushed. Low lights and very low volume. People conversing and dancing, at the same time. A delicate crescendo from near nonexistence to near exuberance, interrupted by the cops at just the right moment (again). Dude, it was rad!

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