I have nothing witty to say about this. Look it's a different
fruit than the fruit on his shirt!
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Burt jumping. Cary, NC.
Cadillac Coupe de Ville. Cary, NC.
This year's azaleas. Cary, NC.
Bracket fungi (not lichens as I've always called them). Marion,
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Two great skate videos...
1. Into the Thicket - a concept
video of sorts featuring Chris Haslem and friends skating a mini ramp
built not just in
the woods, but into the woods.
2. Alain Goikoetxea - don't ask me
how to pronounce the name of this Basque skater, but his footage is the
giant balls. Epic park rippage.
Put out by Volcom.
Some rad photos of salt mines around the
world. A trip to the Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia has long been on
my wish list,
and this just moved it up a couple of places.
Put another collection of band
photos into the Photo
journal, as well as a few photos from a trip to Tom's Creek
The Music reviews
for this month - Hayden, the Mary Onettes, Maston, Mount Moriah, and more. Low output this
month. Fuck it.
(pronounced Yakko, like the character from "Animaniacs") is a young kid
from the Netherlands who
looks a little bit like Dmitri Martin and sounds a whole lot like the
Zombies. This is true of his recently released record
(that is quite good), and after seeing him live it's clearly true of
him live as well. The whole package holds up to the
comparison, but it's the ample use of harpsichord that really puts it
over the top. I was so excited for this show I bought
a ticket, thinking that internet buzz I had perceived on the guy would
lead to a potentially packed house. Turns out I was
way way off...there might have been 30 or 40 people there max.
Truly, this was everyone's loss, as this was probably
my favorite show of the year so far. And I guess it also goes to
show that internet jabber doesn't necessarily equal
butts in the seats. Jacco and his band played the bulk of his new
record "Cabinet of Curiosities," and it sounded just
as good live as it does recorded. There might not have been many
folks there but everyone seemed to genuinely be
enjoying it. I assume he was on his way to SXSW as it was that
time of the year, and hopefully the crowds got bigger -
because this is music that needs to be heard.
Kings was pretty full but based on it not being sold out and packed to
the gills, I'm guessing a lot of people still don't
realize that Chelsea Light Moving is the new
band of Sonic Youth's Thurston Moore. It's also possible the kids
even know who Sonic Youth are either, but those are stupid kids not to
be considered. I was standing at the bar and
saw the lanky Moore walk in the club - a weird feeling, seeing someone
of his rock icon status just milling about. I'm
not usually one to get star struck (save the time I saw the dad from
"Teen Wolf" in that bar in Wilmington), but this was
a scenario where I could have easily turned into a blubbering idiot
going on and on about how important Sonic Youth
was to my musical development. He's surely heard it countless
times, and for good reason - that band literally
Chelsea Light Moving put on a good
show. They played more or less all of their self-titled album,
which pretty much
sounds like early-to-mid-nineties Sonic Youth. Seeing Moore up
there, rocking out like a man half his age, it felt like
seeing Sonic Youth on a small stage in my opinion. And he seemed
to really be enjoying playing such a small venue,
with considerably less pressure - he was very gregarious, joking with
the band and the crowd in ways I'd never seen
him do when playing with the Youth in large venues. I have no
idea if this band is just a one-off whim or the future of
Thurston Moore, but either way this will go down as a great memory for
me, to see an artist of this caliber in such an
I used to go to in-stores all the time when I lived out in the Bay
Area, but they just don't seem as popular in this neck of
the woods. Finally one worth an afternoon jaunt happened though -
the Kingsbury Manx were promoting
album "Bronze Age" at Schoolkids by playing some songs. As with
all shows I've seen by them, the place should have
been packed but just a few dozen people showed up. There may not
be another band more under-appreciated than
the Manx, both locally and (I'm assuming) nationally. Thy
sounded great, or as great as you can in a record store not
designed for live performances. They performed a lot of songs
from the new record they were there to promote, with
a few older tracks sprinkled in. Most notably, they played my
very favorite song of theirs "Pageant Square," and it took
all of willpower not to sing along. I wasn't the only one having
a good time - a number of band members seemed to
have their kids with them, one of which vacillated between dancing to
the music and heckling his father. An afternoon
well spent by all.
It's not often I go to shows on a whim in my advanced age, but it was
Friday night, I was fat and happy from stuffing
myself with sausages from the Capital Club next door, so why not.
Hell, even the old lady came with me, as rare an
occurrence as panda bears fucking!
was the first band, and my main impetus for being there. It's the
work of Dave Hartley, best known as the
bassist for the fantastic War on Drugs. When we stepped in the
room they were already playing, and I was pleasantly
surprised to see my dude Brad from Megafaun playing with the
band. I knew he was friends with all those War on
Drugs peeps, so why not add a little extra guitar to the
proceedings? I had never heard Nightlands before - they had
a very pleasant indie soft rock sound, maybe in the vein of an American
version of the Clientele. the wife's impressions
were there must have been a rule that you have glasses to be in the
band, and the drummer looked bored. I neither
would or could argue against either of those points. Good band
though - I'd definitely see them again.
Danish band Efterklang
were the headliners. Apparently they are huge overseas, but in
the North Carolina they only
get a half-full Kings. They definitely had the feel and sound and
"professionalism" of a big-time band. I remember
liking their record "Magic Chairs" that came out a few years back, but
not being too thrilled with their more recent out-
put. It all sounded pretty good live, sort of a sparse, dramatic
pop - the kind of sparse where the lack of music is
almost used as an instrument itself. There were six band members
(seven if you count the bassist's mustache as a
separate entity), but the one dude back near the drummer had a bank of
electronics set up including four (!?!) different
Apple laptops and seemed to be doing most of the musical heavy
lifting. The band were excellent performers, the front
man in his dapper suit was particularly effective, and even if I wasn't
a huge fan I enjoyed myself. For a show I just went
to on a whim, I count that as a success.
The wife doesn't get the appeal of Jonathan Richman, but the man's
music is like crack to me. It makes me extreme-
ly happy that he continues to tour so much, because it gives me the
chance to see him perform every year or two. I got
there a little early after stuffing myself silly at Carrburitos, and
was worried the might be sparsely attended - there had
been some winter weather that day, and even a hint of slick roads
freaks folks out around here. But by the time
Jonathan took the stage, the place filled out nicely - not packed, but
well attended especially for a venue the size of the
Cradle. Things started out rough - the man runs his own PA on the
stage, and he just could not get satisfied with the
settings. After a few minutes he got settled though and lit into
a nice set of his more recent songs. Sure, I'd love to
hear A LOT more of his older material, but like usual all we got was
his classic "I Was Dancing in the Lesbian Bar," a
damn fine song that always gets the crowd pumped up...or at least as
pumped up as anyone gets at a Jonathan
Richman show. Other highlights included "Because Her Beauty Is
Raw and Wild," "Old World," an epically long ver-
sion of "No One Was Like Vermeer," "Her Mystery Not of High Heels and
Eye Shadow," plus a few of his foreign
language songs whose titles I never remember. Lots of
dancing from Jonathan, some sleigh bell shaking, and no
shortage of mellow Tommy Larkin drum solos. All in all, a great
time as usual.
"Breakfast, shmreakfast. Look at the score, for Christ's sake. It's
only the second period and I'm up 12 to 2. Breakfasts
come and go, Rene, but Hartford, "the Whale," they only beat Vancouver
once, maybe twice in a lifetime."
Sad news abounds - Max, the mascot and patron saint of this website,
the dog pictured just below the title in the
sweater has passed away this month. He was an awesome dog and
will be greatly missed. I made him a little
memorial page in the Photo Journalsection.
Two Thousand and Thirteen***
has begun! God I love baseball. And hot dogs.
Especially hot dogs.
But I highly recommend this skate video "Dog" - some cat with way too much
time on his hands took all of the Girl
Skateboards and associated companies random footage and tour
videos from the last few years and edited it all
together like a regular full-length video with parts. It's damn
journal for another batch of band photos. No,
seriously, band photos!
this month - Tyvek, Floating Action, Neil Halstead, Redd Kross, Lace
Curtains, and more.
I'm not sure if
it's stimulus overload or what, but Ty Segall releases so many
goddamn records that I find it hard to be
a big fan, despite my liking his music every time I hear it. It
usually takes me a while to digest new music, and before
I even get around to one of his new records he's released two more new
ones and then I don't even know what to start
with. The only one of his recently that I really latched on to
was the Ty Segall Band release "Slaughterhouse" - Ty
Segall Band being different from just Ty Segall in that they use some
different band members I guess, but sound ex-
actly alike. Or something like that. All that said, I'd put
off seeing him live long enough, so it was off to Kings.
I often mention
feeling old at a show, but this was one of the youngest crowds I had
been a part of in a very long time.
There were some other olds hanging in the back, but I worked my way up
front to take photos and was surrounded by
children with underage marks on the back of their hands, and other
without them that must have really convincing fake
IDs. It is exactly these sort of rambunctious younguns that kept
me from coming out to previous Segall shows, but
sometimes you gotta just say "fuck it" and jump into the fray.
And they were fine for the most part - a little moshier than
my tastes, lots of Beatlemania-type screaming, and any number of them
have apparently not discovered deodorant yet,
but those are minor gripes. As for the music, Ty and company put
on a damn fine show. Their recorded music mostly
runs along the typical garage punk lines, but live they are much
heavier, almost into stoner rock territory. I'm pretty sure
they even played a song off that new Fuzz seven inch (yet another of
Ty's bands, in this one he plays drums or some-
thing I think), or maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part
because that platter is white hot. After finally seeing
them live it helped me see what all the fuss was about.
The opening act
was Ex-Cult, and while many folks
I've talked to are of mixed opinion about them, I dug it. Imagine
catchy the sort of catchy pop-punk that might be featured on a label
like Dirtnap, only with a singer who I could be con-
vinced is Henry Rollins' kid. What I'm saying is they were like a
poppy version of Black Flag, and that's alright with me.
It would have been even more alright if they also played a cover of "TV
Party," but we were not that lucky. And now I'm
going to go watch the awesome video for "TV Party."
Nelson might be 79 years old, but he plays with the
dedication and passion of those a quarter of his age.
I don't typically go to shows of this nature (aka big, expensive shows
in large venues), but you never know how many
more chances you're going to get to see a performer like Nelson.
And while it definitely wasn't cheap, there isn't really
a bad seat in the house at the Durham Performing Arts Center (also
known as the DPAC for obvious reasons). We
were right around the middle of the third (top) level and you could
still easily make out what was happening on the
stage even without the aid of the two large projection screens on each
side of the room.
about an hour and a half and given that he has released 4,217 number
one singles, you can sorta guess
how great the set was - all the usual suspects were represented.
But a few things I found interesting and/or funny:
of having roadies grabbing guitars and re-tuning them, Willie has a guy
that just runs out fresh bandana every
few songs. - There
were upwards of three percussionists on the stage for any given
song. The drummer proper was playing a
snare only, but the other two had a giant bin full of
every noise maker you ever played with in elementary school music
class. - About
the only time Willie spoke to the crowd all night is when he said
"Let's play one for Waylon," and then knocked
out a bad ass version of "Good Hearted Woman."
Go see him while
you've got a chance people. I don't expect we'll ever see another
Willie Nelson in our lifetimes.
(Image found online - I didn't have my camera and there were no eagles
present at this particular gig, at least not on
"The less I know
about other people’s affairs, the happier I am. I’m not interested in
caring about people. I once worked
with a guy for three years and never learned his name. Best friend I
ever had. We still never talk sometimes."
Two Thousand and Thirteen***
The new year is upon us -
it's time to get down to business. Important business.
Instagrammery of the month.
Burt in the
snow. Cary, NC.
Lichen. Cary, NC.
Mouse, twisted. Cary, NC.
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Lot's of great skote videos this go around...
Zoo York released a short promo
video called "True East" which
I didn't get too excited over until Brandon
Westgate's part at the very end (starts around 6:10), and it is
one of the best things I've seen in years. So many big
ollies! Travis Glover
(starts at 5:13) is also pretty damn good, and also understands the
ollie. Not much from Suski
Vans video set in Hawaii is
noteworthy for multiple reasons: More Julian
Stranger footage than has been re-
leased in years; John Cardiel
skating; Wallos is apparently still skateable, but just barely;
Seriously, did you see
where I mentioned Julian Stranger is skating in this...a lot?!?
A small Dennis Busenitz
interview accompanied by a
fantastic video. Calling a Busenitz video fantastic is
a bit re-
My one photo link - apparently the Ebony
building never got updated from it's seventies glory days, and it
I'd pay a nice chunk of change to be able to tour & photograph this
time capsule of a very different time.
journal for the first time in ages, but I did upload new
Burt and Mouse snaps. I know you've all been waiting
patiently for those.
HOLY SHIT I FINALLY FINISHED UPLOADING ALL MY OLD REVIEWS. It
certainly took me long enough. As for Music reviews
this month - Fuzz, Rosebuds, Rites of Spring, Spider Bags, Starflyer
59, and more.
Two comedy shows in one week! It's like I've died and gone to
laff heaven. We're doing good to get two good comedy
shows in a year around here, and 2013 has provided two good ones in the
first month...my mind is dizzy just thinking
about it. This time out we saw Marc Maron, and in the proper
comedy club of Goodnights. And let it be said that
Goodnights is perfectly fine, but I much prefer seeing comedians in
rock clubs/non-traditional locations.
Regardless of venue, Maron was great. Unlike Hannibal Burress
earlier in the week, Maron doesn't so much tell jokes
as relay humor-inflected stories from his own life. Now how much
is true and how much is embellished for the sake of
humor I have no idea, but it definitely feels more storyteller than
stand-up. My face and sides may not have hurt like they
often do after a comedy show, but I enjoyed it just as much.
(Photo ganked from the onlines - Marc did not perform with a cat.)
Wherein I attempt to review a comedy show, even though I'm bad at not
only reviews but especially at reviewing com-
edy. The review: Hannibal Buress was really
funny. I laughed a lot.
The thing is, live comedy is not the sort of thing I'm going to go into
without already loving the comedian. So barring
disaster, I'm always going to love whoever I go see perform. With
Hannibal, I've listened to his live comedy albums a
number of times (especially "My Name Is Hannibal" from 2010), and
seeing him live very much measured up to those
recordings. The first two-thirds of the show was a typical
stand-up, he tells jokes and we laugh so much it makes your
mouth hurt. The one different part of this gig is Hannibal had a
DJ with him, which seemed dd and awkward him just
hanging out back there for the first part of the set. But for
that last piece, the DJ played an integral part, playing snip-
pets of hip hop songs while Hannibal made fun of the lyrics. That
might sound a little cheeseball but it worked really
well, and might have been the funniest part of the night.
My review continued: Hannibal Buress A+++ comedian, would laugh again.
So there isn't
really any reason for me to write another poorly worded Whatever Brains review, so I'm
going to keep
this brief: they were awesome as always. Slims was packed,
and the band was bleeding into the crowd off of the tiny
stage. It was another two keyboardists performance giving a heavy
carnival punk vibe, I have no idea if this is a perm-
anent arrangement and I doubt the band does either. The highlight
of the night was the final song, when they undertook
a very Whatever Brains-ish cover of the Turtles' "Happy Together" that
they never let end - just when you thought the
song was dying down they would restart it again. They must have
played it three or four times in a row, getting sloppier
and more ridiculous with every pass. It was glorious, and a
perfect example of why I love this band.
"One of these
dogs clamped his jaws on her forearm, he wouldn't let go until the
firemen showed up and had to stick his finger in
his ass." Birds Of Avalon - Earthbound.
An older BoA track, but a keeper.
Bon Iver - Calgary.
I may have posted some songs from the sophomore Bon Iver record
already, but so what. Bonus: Perth.
Bowerbirds - Sweet
Moment. "The Clearing" made my also-ran list of best
records of the year, and it just gets better
with each listen. Ask me in a year and it's likely to be even
higher. Bonus: Tuck the Darkness In.
Dead Boys - All
This And More.
I didn't even bother including "Sonic Reducer" because everyone should
Bonus: What Love Is.
- Mr. M (Merge) On their 4,653rd
release, Lambchop produces yet another masterpiece. Gone Tomorrow Kind Of
Perfume Genius - Put Your Back N 2 It
If forced to give an answer of my very favorite record of theyear, I'd
probably go with this one. Haunting. It sticks with
you for days after each listen. Hood No Tear Take Me Home
Terry Malts - Killing Time
(Slumberland) I listened to this super obsessively for
the first half of the year; not as much on the back end but it's still
a great release. I Do Something About You Waiting Room
Whatever Brains - Whatever Brains
(Sorry State) I
always call this band unclassifiable, and never has that been more true
than on their latest vaguely art-punk record. Embedded In A Tree I'm Going Martin
Honorable mentions of 2012
(Also in alphabetical
order, and split into two parts - the "almost made it to the top"
group and the "almost made it to
the group that almost made it to the top" group.)
Group One: Allo Darlin' - Europe (Slumberland) Chromatics - Kill for Love
(Italians Do It Better)
El-P - Cancer 4 Cure (Fat Possum)
Hunx - Hairdresser Blues (Hardly
Jeff the Brotherhood - Hypnotic Nights
(Warner Bros) Killer Mike – R.A.P. Music
Tuff - King Tuff (Sub Pop) La
Sera - Sees the Light (Hardly Art) Jason
Lytle - Dept. of Disappearance
(Anti) The Sea and Cake - Runner (Thrill Jockey)
Aesop Rock - Skelethon (Rhymesayers)
Best Coast - The Only Place (Mexican Summer)
Bowerbirds - The Clearing (Dead Oceans)
Ed Schrader's Music Beat - Jazzmind (Load)
Gross Ghost – Brer Rabbit (Grip Tapes)
Hiss Golden Messenger - Poor Moon (Tompkins Square)
Nate Hall - A Great River (Neurot)
Kendrick Lamar – good kid, m.A.A.d. City (Aftermath)
Mean Jeans - On Mars (Dirtnap)
Moonface (With Siinai) - Heartbreaking Bravery (Jagjaguwar)
Nada Surf - The Stars Are Indifferent to Astronomy (Barsuk)
OFF! - OFF! (Vice)
Spider Fever - Spider Fever (Windian)
Ty Segall Band - Slaughterhouse (In the Red)
Reissues of 2012 Lee
Hazlewood – The LHI Years: Singles, Nudes and Backsides
(1966-71) (Light in the Attic)
Boyd Rivers - You Can't Make Me Doubt (Mississippi)
(Not technically a reissue as the music had never been re-
leased, but it was recorded 30ish years ago.)
And of course all the Archers of Loaf and Superchunk stuff...
5 Records That Might Have Made The
List If I Had Gotten Around To Listening To Them Because
There Are Just Too Many Goddamn Records Out And I Only Have Two Ears:
Clinic - Free Reign (Domino)
The Evens - The Odds (Dischord)
Neil Halstead - Palindrome Hunches (Brushfire)
The Intelligence - Everybody's Got It Easy But Me (In the Red)
Oneida - A List of the Burning Mountains (Jagjaguwar)
15 songs of 2012!!!
Allo Darlin' - Capricornia
Chromatics - These Streets Will Never Look the Same
El-P - Oh Hail No
Father John Misty - Nancy from Now On
Fucked Up - Year of the Tiger
Islands - This Is Not A Song
Jeff the Brotherhood - Sixpack
Killer Mike - Reagan
King Tuff - Bad Thing
La Sera - Break My Heart
Steve Moore - Enhanced Humanoid
Nada Surf - Waiting For Something
Perfume Genius - Hood
The Sea and Cake - On and On
Spiritualized - So Long You Pretty Thing
And as a bonus, even though it's a few decades old, the song
I listened to more than any other this year...
by a large margin:
Bobby Charles - I Must Be in a Good Place Now
All of these songs are sitting in a zip file you can download here.
Best Shows of
(Again, in alphabetical order, mostly out of laziness in not wanting to
think about ranking them.) The Afghan Whigs at the Cat's Cradle -
. The first of three "bucket list" shows I saw this year.
"light show" was sone blinding bullshit but they sounded amazing.
Hopscotch Music Festival in downtown
Raleigh - 9/6 to 9/8/2012 (reviews of day one here,
day two here,
I'm just lumping this whole thing together as one entry because
everything I saw was great, but the highlights
were Jon Mueller's Death Blues, Screaming Females, Built to Spill, The
Mountain Goats death metal covers, Oneida,
and especially the combination of Nobunny and Danny Brown playing
back-to-back. Photos for Day
These are listed alphabetically because I can't even comprehend how to
compare one film's awesomeness to another.
"Beasts of the Southern Wild"
had the best cinematography and incited the most emotion. I also
watched it in a the-
ater all by myself. "Cabin in
the Woods" had the biggest surprises and twists, and was the
best written. So glad I
managed not to spoil the ending for myself before watching. "Django Unchained" was the love story
of the year. And
as an added bonus, asses got kicked. But not nearly as many asses
as in "The Raid: Redemption",
which is nothing
but ass kicking from start to finish..."Die Hard" meets hyper-stylized
10 honorable mentions of 2012 (in
Seeking a Friend for the End of the World
Sleepwalk With Me
5 movies I saw this year that
came out in a different year
The House of the Devil (2009)
Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence (1983)
Take Shelter (2011)