(ring ring)
"dude."
"hey dude. listen you gotta let me stay at your house tonight. my dad is having one of his "Porch Blues" shows."
"sucks, bro."
"Yeah, he's already wearing his birkenstocks and like jumping around the living room doing these vocal warm ups. I gotta get out of here."
"Yeah dude. Get out of there."
Thursday, December 17, 2009
awkward moments in cover band history, part II
"Oh, my show last night? It was cool, except when Gary - who I totally let play the bass even though he's like not as good as the rest of Stone Aged - Gary took this fricking bass solo man! I don't know man, maybe I should talk to him..."
(see for yourself at 2:25)
(see for yourself at 2:25)
awkward moments in cover band history
"ceffo! dude! i'm doing my harp solo dude! i can't take the beer man. just set it down. come on!"
(brew fail at 0:21)
(brew fail at 0:21)
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Horsebladder Beautiful Most Beautiful
Elaine Kahn aka Horsebladder is making some of the best out-pop these two wee ears of mine have ever heard. This video proves the existence of beauty.
Horsebladder live at the Beach House in a dream from elaine kahn on Vimeo.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
California: Part Four of Many
Time to get a little less obvo. The Runaways! In Japan! "California Paradise." Footage rules. They're shiny.
California: Part Three of Many
I had to. Mamas and the Papas killin it at Monterey Pop. I promise double pinky swear that I will not post Hotel California.
California: Part Dos of Many
Phil Ochs! Phil Ochs! "Tape from California"
And some dude's cute project for his niece's "flat stanley."
And some dude's cute project for his niece's "flat stanley."
California: Part One of Many
California soundtrackin!
First, the High Priestess of Canadian sunshine singin about comin' home:
I listened to this on the plane, crying my eyes out, as me and my kitty left our home in Massachusetts for our new state. I have also spent many a summer drive singing along to this, oftentimes with my BFF Elaine Kahn. Someday we'll figure out how to harmonize on it. Joni is really jamming on that dulcimer. What a badass.
First, the High Priestess of Canadian sunshine singin about comin' home:
I listened to this on the plane, crying my eyes out, as me and my kitty left our home in Massachusetts for our new state. I have also spent many a summer drive singing along to this, oftentimes with my BFF Elaine Kahn. Someday we'll figure out how to harmonize on it. Joni is really jamming on that dulcimer. What a badass.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Can Solves Cosmic Mysteries
Ala Hawkings and the Fermi Paradox I would like to posit that the fact that me and a bunch of aliens are not in this audience proves that time travel will never be possible, and extraterrestrial societies with good taste in music do not exist.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Pat Garrett and his Sharps Rifle
Today (July 14th) is the 128th anniversary of Billy the Kid's fateful fall.
Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid (Pekinpah, 1973) is one of my favorite movies ever. It features Kris Kristofferson at the apogee of his beauty, and wearing the nicest jeans ever. Coburn is spot on, Slim Pickins steals a scene, Bob Dylan is rewind-worthy weird as the cowboy "Alias", and the whole thing is beautifully shot in Pekinpah's signature style. Add to that a fucking killer Dylan soundtrack and you've got yourself... well, a movie that may have been made for me.
Here is an illustrative scene of the awesomeness. Banish GNR from your head.
I just wikipedia'd the soundtrack, and found the following story which I must quote in full:
"Sam says, 'Who's Bob Dylan?,'" recalls Coburn. "'Oh yeah, the kids used to listen to his stuff. I was kinda thinkin' of that guy Roger whatsisname, King of the Road guy, to do it.' And we all said, 'What!! You gotta see Dylan,'...He said, 'Okay, bring Dylan down.'...So the night we were over at Sam's house and we were all drinking tequila and carrying on and halfway through dinner, Sam says, 'Okay, kid, let's see what you got. You bring your guitar with you?' They went in this little alcove. Sam had a rocking chair. Bobby sat down on a stool in front of this rocking chair. There was just the two of them in there...And Bobby played [his songs]. And Sam came out with his handkerchief in his eye: 'Goddamn kid! Who the hell is he? Who is that kid? Sign him up!'"
Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid (Pekinpah, 1973) is one of my favorite movies ever. It features Kris Kristofferson at the apogee of his beauty, and wearing the nicest jeans ever. Coburn is spot on, Slim Pickins steals a scene, Bob Dylan is rewind-worthy weird as the cowboy "Alias", and the whole thing is beautifully shot in Pekinpah's signature style. Add to that a fucking killer Dylan soundtrack and you've got yourself... well, a movie that may have been made for me.
Here is an illustrative scene of the awesomeness. Banish GNR from your head.
I just wikipedia'd the soundtrack, and found the following story which I must quote in full:
"Sam says, 'Who's Bob Dylan?,'" recalls Coburn. "'Oh yeah, the kids used to listen to his stuff. I was kinda thinkin' of that guy Roger whatsisname, King of the Road guy, to do it.' And we all said, 'What!! You gotta see Dylan,'...He said, 'Okay, bring Dylan down.'...So the night we were over at Sam's house and we were all drinking tequila and carrying on and halfway through dinner, Sam says, 'Okay, kid, let's see what you got. You bring your guitar with you?' They went in this little alcove. Sam had a rocking chair. Bobby sat down on a stool in front of this rocking chair. There was just the two of them in there...And Bobby played [his songs]. And Sam came out with his handkerchief in his eye: 'Goddamn kid! Who the hell is he? Who is that kid? Sign him up!'"
Monday, June 22, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Small Faces / Happy Faces
This rules.
Apparently, as The Faces, this crew used to come on stage kicking a football back and forth. Is there any footage of that? Because the idea of Ronnie Lane kicking a soccer ball is so friggin adorable.
Apparently, as The Faces, this crew used to come on stage kicking a football back and forth. Is there any footage of that? Because the idea of Ronnie Lane kicking a soccer ball is so friggin adorable.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Gerard Manley Hopkins: 120 RIPs
Elaine Kahn, poet extraordinaire is tuned into a stratosphere that I only dip my kite in.
During one of our shockingly interesting and charming G-Chats today, she hipped me to Gerard Manley Hopkins, a Victorian poet who hath just blown my mind.
Born too soon, born too late. And in a typical mischievous turn in this here Universe, my mind was made concordant on the 120th anniversary of his death.
Pour a little gin out for our fellow born-at-the-wrong-time-but-still-so-right homey GMH and read this:
The Windhover
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Caught this morning morning's minion, king-
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.
During one of our shockingly interesting and charming G-Chats today, she hipped me to Gerard Manley Hopkins, a Victorian poet who hath just blown my mind.
Born too soon, born too late. And in a typical mischievous turn in this here Universe, my mind was made concordant on the 120th anniversary of his death.
Pour a little gin out for our fellow born-at-the-wrong-time-but-still-so-right homey GMH and read this:
The Windhover
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Caught this morning morning's minion, king-
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.
Don Cherry in Italy and Three
Cherry on Italian TV in 1976 with Gian Piero Pramaggiore, Moki Cherry, and Nana Vasconcelos. Al cento per cento dolce! Beaming from the TV and then on out to space, Universe says eff yeah and sighs.
And here's a source-mysterious Don Cherry, James Blood Ulmer, and Rashied Ali trio laying it down. I wish I knew who was behind this, but alas I cannot find definitive info. I think this show took place at Ali's Alley in NY, 1978. But another source on these internets says it is from Swedish TV, where Cherry briefly resided. Also no evidence that this trio ever recorded. It's pretty hot! Anyone have all the answers?
And here's a source-mysterious Don Cherry, James Blood Ulmer, and Rashied Ali trio laying it down. I wish I knew who was behind this, but alas I cannot find definitive info. I think this show took place at Ali's Alley in NY, 1978. But another source on these internets says it is from Swedish TV, where Cherry briefly resided. Also no evidence that this trio ever recorded. It's pretty hot! Anyone have all the answers?
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Happy Wednesday
Jan Anderzén's solo project Tomutonttu wins Best Music Video of the Twenty First Century To Date.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
It's Minutemen Time
It's a cold cloudy Saturday here in SF. I'm inside. Tubin'. At 1pm I'll let myself crack open a Tecate and really get going.
High Fidelity's Glaring Vinyl Failures
Before there was 'tubin, there was cable accessin'. This movie review show, which aired in Western Massachusetts for some time, was a total gem. Local Northampton characters Bill Dwight, Colette Katsikas, Byron Coley, Kim Gordon, and Thurston Moore taped themselves rapping on hollywood's current offerings and put it on TV.
I just watched High Fidelity again last night and I'll admit that I totally love that fucking movie. But this might be funnier. The aforementioned crew (aka two of the world's heaviest duty record collectors and the people who love them) critiques High Fidelity's vinyl worship, and it rules.
I just watched High Fidelity again last night and I'll admit that I totally love that fucking movie. But this might be funnier. The aforementioned crew (aka two of the world's heaviest duty record collectors and the people who love them) critiques High Fidelity's vinyl worship, and it rules.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The Super Hero Movement Thing
There seems to be an inchoate national movement of civic-minded folks donning colorful outfits and patrolling their localities to fight crime.
The "Black Monday Society" of Salt Lake City is quite active. (I might be hellishly behind the times here, they've been in the news for about a year. But it still blew my mind.)
Check out this action packed vid:
"By day, I work at a non profit organization"
And this guy keeps Rochester, Minnesota safe from evil-doers:
The "Black Monday Society" of Salt Lake City is quite active. (I might be hellishly behind the times here, they've been in the news for about a year. But it still blew my mind.)
Check out this action packed vid:
"By day, I work at a non profit organization"
And this guy keeps Rochester, Minnesota safe from evil-doers:
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Divine v. Edith Massey: The Eternal Battle
Just mentioning Divine made me want to see some. I answered this procrastination development with this clip outta Female Trouble. Divine is Dawn Davenport, a cat burglar turned model and Massey is Aunt Ida, her step mother. This is what happens right before Dawn's hubby Gator leaves for Detroit to find a job in the "automobile industry" (spoken in Watersian Baltimorese, the phrase "automobile industry" is infinitely hilarious).
Delphine Seyrig could beat up your Dracula
Daughters of Darkness (1971) is still my favorite vampire movie. (Second is a tie between Herzog's Nosferatu and Morrissey's Blood For Dracula - see earlier post).
But seriously: Daughters of Darkness is right on. It has blond mind control, awesome dresses, big empty hotels, capes, car chases, and unresolved plot anomalies that rule.
However, the most perfect vampire movie would be a remake of Daughters of Darkness directed by John Waters and starring Divine as the Countess. Just think about it. Obviously.
RIP John Martyn
You should know two things. 1. JM been gone a month, and it is still a bummer. 2. This is not a Clapton song.
Nick Lowe's Wedding Footage
It seems someone just posted this super high-qual Lowe vid. I couldn't help myself. You might puke a little bit cuz it's so damn sweetie but its worth it.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Whiskey + Promotional Bass (divided by) cape = ART
Evidence:
This breaks my rule for posting tube vids on the lower end of view count, but I could not resist. Just fast forward to about the 4:50 mark. Stage design said "lots of stairs," tour rider said "lots of coke."
This breaks my rule for posting tube vids on the lower end of view count, but I could not resist. Just fast forward to about the 4:50 mark. Stage design said "lots of stairs," tour rider said "lots of coke."
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