In my attempt to post articles about pool for two straight months, here is a classic piece from 1961 about the real Minnesota Fats,hustling, and the nature of pool tournaments. I find these articles endlessly fascinating.
The New York Times did one of their 36 hours travel articles on our fair town of Raleigh. Like always I would have likely mentioned a lot of other shit, but not bad.
My dude John sent me this interesting article about a record store in New York City, the strange denizens that fre- quented the place, and how that led to pre-war blues holding the popularity that it does these days.
A long & well-written article that basically says what anyone with common sense knows - let your kids play.
Two great skate vids this month: - Jason Park - Hawaiian dude with a nuts bag of tricks...part Daewon, part Richie Jackson, part old school freestyler. - Adidas Skate Copa - It's got both the Gonz and Lucas Puid in it, so it's automatically awesome. Plus, like all Adidas vids, very well filmed and put together.
Four new photo
journal entries this month - band photos, documentation of a rare snowfall, and two (of four total) parts from the cruise we took earlier this month.
In the Music reviews, still going through my old seven inches and posting poorly written reviews (I've made it to the second box!). Some of the new reviews include the first two Merge subscription seven inches, Mandolin Orange, Lovers, Future Islands, Fuzz, and more.
nearly always go to rock shows alone, but for some reason it seems
weird going to a comedy show solo. I guess laughter is communal or some
such shit, but it's not like I was going to be the only person in the
room. The wife got called out of town for work, so I unloaded my extra
ticket out front - quite easily to be honest, as the show ended up
being sold out - and found a seat what to make with the laughing and all
a poet from Texas, opened the gig. I guess he's won awards or
something for his words, and it wasn't as weird an opener as you would
think. His poems were short and funny and due to him having spent time
in Fayette- ville in the army, they had local flavor - in particular there
was one about cruising in Benson, and another about party- ing with the
trash in Myrtle Beach. He only spoke for 15 or 20 minutes, probably
just the right amount for a poet per- forming before a comedian. His book
(or books?) would likely be worth checking out if they are anything
like what he read this evening.
I had never seen Eugene Mirman
in person before, but between watching various stand-up specials and
listening to his albums I knew exactly what to expect - and all those
expectations were met. He mixed straight-forward stand-up, props and
pictures, and even multimedia into a great hour (or so) of laughs. He
showed off a series of comical por- traits he was trying to get shown in a
Brooklyn Whole Foods; talked about taking out an ad in a brochure
somewhere in Vermont(?) to protest a parking ticket he got there; aired
an elaborate series of previews of fake shows for the made up TV network
he wants to create (it reminded me a lot of Weird Al's "UHF")...oh, and
he married a couple of people on-stage. It was a full and entertaining
night, Eugene really knows how to put on a show.
In retrospect this would turn out to be the last time I would see Whatever Brains
in this particular configuration, as the bassist would leave the band
shortly thereafter. I'm not the gossipy type so I have no idea what the
details are, I just know he wasn't with them at a later show and then
there was a Facebook post about a new bassist. None of that really
matters though, because they were just as weird and awesome as always
regardless of band dynamics. They had Kings turn out nearly all of the
lights making photography difficult, not that it didn't stop me from
trying. It was ex- actly what you expect out of them - a little punk, a
little art rock, a little attitude, and a shitload of keyboards. As
always, much fun was had.
Having already gotten my money's worth, why not stick around and see what all the fuss is about with Perfect Pussy?
And I didn't even have to stick around very long, a their set was
fifteen minutes long at the most. They're pretty much a
straight-forward hardcore band with a female singer and a little
keyboard noise mixed in. You could barely hear the vocals (they
appeared to be coming from a small amp on the stage), but the band was
plenty fun to watch - singer Meredith Graves paced the stage like a
panther and was very photogenic doing it. I'm not entirely sure why the
likes of Rolling Stone and other major publications have glommed on to
this band versus other hardcore bands, but I'd rather Perfect Pussy be
getting press than some other shit act.
"These boys grow up staring at the rear ends of cows and pigs, it's only
natural that a real woman will get them chafing their pants."
Bleached - Think of You. Even if they never write another song close to as good as this one, it's still better than most musicians can claim.
Obits - Shift Operator. Just now getting around to the Obits record from 2011; hopefully I can tackle last year's release by 2020. Good thing their shit is timeless. Bonus: You Gotta Lose.
Radiohead - Cuttooth. Both tracks here are outtakes from "Amnesiac." Still really love that album, haven't listened to their work nearly as much as I listened to that one and "Kid A." Bonus: Fog.
The Mutants - So American. Words can't describe the ridiculousness of this song. The lyrics are perfect.
The Sea and Cake - Covers. Like Obits above, this band is timeless in my book. Bonus: On and On. Bonus: Skyscraper.
A wad of classic power pop. The Pointed Sticks songs are particularly good. Paragraf Pop - Med Dig Pointed Sticks - I'm Numb Pointed Sticks - Lies! Princes of Peace - X-Ray Proved Terminal Spectators - Another Day The Jags - Back of My Hand