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Monday, October 11, 2010

Okay, here we go. I found it.

To continue on the last post a little bit, they played Aquarius Records last year. It was great, and I am not (too ashamed) to say that this song made me tear up and I probably had to wipe my eyes on my sleeve.

Two arbiters of 1990s cool

'From a Motel 6' by Yo La Tengo, as directed by Hal Hartley. I had this on a cherished VHS called "What's Up, Matador?"

Yo La Tengo were one of my favorite bands in middle and high school. I struck up a brief correspondance with them (via postcards! Made of paper!) and used a guitar tuning Ira Kaplan told me about for a long time. They sort of lost me after 'And then nothing turned itself inside out', but I think basically everything from 'Ride the Tiger' through on to 'I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One' is fantastic. (Their last record,'Popular Songs', is actually sort of killer, if a little long.)

I might follow up this post in a second if I can find the right video...

Too cute.

It almost went off the rails.

Did you know that Ben and Billy put a roller coaster in their house?

I built a temporary house in a settlement called BlurbTown. The walls are made of words, and the roof is built out of procrastination.

The first draft of the Roxie's next calendar is due tomorrow, so I've been writing a lot of three and four sentence movie blurbs the last couple of days. Sometimes I write three sentences about the making of the movie and one sentence about the plot, but sometimes I write three sentences about the plot and one sentence about the making of the movie. ISN'T THAT AWESOME?!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The space cat is out of the space bag.

You got me! You were right!

I didn't actually work tonight. Judi and I went to outer space. The moon, if I must be exact. I was surprised, because I thought that the whole there's-no-oxygen-in-space thing was a myth perpetuated by the USA's fraudalent educational system. I wrong.

Judi was smart, 'cause she held her breath.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Now that the nostalgia binge is over, let's discuss the more recent past.

Hardly Strictly Bluegrass was this weekend. I attended Saturday's show, which had a line-up of my popular favorites from 2000 - 2004 (Jonathan Richman! Conor Oberst! Bonnie 'Prince' Billy!).

JR's sound was shitty, so I'm not going to say anything about that.

Conor Oberst? Man, oh, man. From those first couple of accordion notes of 'Laura Laurent' to the blown-out double-drummer rager he made of 'Poison Oak', dude had me enthralled. I could go on ("and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on" - Bright Eyes reference, big lolz!) about it, but I'll just say that his songs that made me tear up still make me tear up and we will leave it at that.

I hope that Will Oldham got out of San Francisco safely, because he's probably wanted by the SFPD for TOTALLY KILLING IT.

Through a total and complete breakdown of modern telecommunications and public transportation, I had to walk back to the Mission from 25th & Irving in the Outer Sunset. If I could put some little map illustrating my journey, I would, but take it from me that the distance is literally six hundred miles.

I want to die in hell and come back as a good book.

One more from the same show. This was my third favorite song to play, I think, behind "The Ambulance" and "Birds Made of Smaller Birds". Also, the sample I trigger at the end is my favorite sound of all time, ever.

Here is a video from a goth rock band I played drums in.

COMA was Tom (playing guitar and keyboard and singing, in the center of the picture here, handsome), Bryan (playing keyboard and guitar, to the left of the frame, captured here with a rare shaved head) and I (playing drums thru guitar pedals, washed-out face, long hair). We were joined for this song by our dear friend Sarah Paul. She wrote a song called "Adopted, Deported" that we covered a lot.

That song is on our only LP, "Megapony", which I'm more proud of than most things I've done. We really hit our stride as a band a couple of months before spreading out across the country - Tom to Brooklyn and me to San Francisco. Tom video taped all the shows we did in the last couple months, and I'd love to see them some day.

Please Note: Tom and Bryan still play awesome music together under the name Tom is New Each Moment. It's less goth, but aren't we all now a little less black eyeliner?

Please stop looking sad, Nanette!

Right now it's 1:01am and I've been watching a screener about a forty year old orangutan in a Parisian zoo for the past eight minutes. The movie is close-ups of her face, with audio of zoo visitors conjecturing about her day-to-day existence. Now, a zoo keeper is talking. It is excruciatingly sad.

I worked in the Oakland Zoo for six days when I first moved to San Francisco.

(Oh god, now the zoo keeper is talking about how she'll miss Nanette if she dies during a routine operation.)

At the Oakland Zoo, I found out that they make ape/monkey cage glass out of the same shatter proof material as car windshields. One night after work I walked through the zoo to get to the bus stop. I made the mistake of passing the simian section. They were wailing and screaming and pounding the not-glass-in-the-strict-definition-of-the-word with their fists. The next morning, I saw a two-man crew replacing it.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

To play keeping-up-with-the-Blaghs-es, here is a less than sober picture of Morgan and I.


This is probably the cutest/most-happiness-inducing goth rock video I've ever seen.


I have this whole huge thing about Xiu Xiu I want to write someday. I'll spare you the gory details now, but it schizophrenically veers something between social criticism and muso-historico fan fiction.

'Til then, any nice thing anyone says about Xiu Xiu still feels like a nice thing someone says about me. Like, oh, for example, the New York Times. They reviewed a Xiu Xiu show from a few days ago and had this to say:

In one sense, Xiu Xiu, which preceded Merzbow on the evening’s bill, is a completely different animal. It’s a songwriting outfit, the project of the hyper-gifted singer and musician Jamie Stewart, who has definitely heard a few records by the Cure and Joy Division. But Mr. Stewart is on a similarly brave and stoical walk through the dark side: he’s committed to both seducing and burning his listeners.

He pushed his voice from careful and confidential to breathy and overwrought, to the trembly verges of fear and excitement, obliquely referring to sex and trauma in his lyrics; the music followed a precise trail of ’80s-sounding electronic rhythm, guitar solos and cymbal crashes. Working with backing tracks and only one other musician, Angela Seo, on keyboards and percussion, Mr. Stewart worked hard to reproduce the density of Xiu Xiu’s albums; as he sweated over the music’s details, he seemed like a man who gets no rest.

Duh, old grey lady!

How long has it been since I've posted a Parenthetical Girls video? Is this a Parenthetical Girls fan blog? Maybe. Maybe.

Another Thing I Like

I think that the two people who read this blog went to An Evening with PFFR at the Roxie, and for that I thank you immensely. I don't need to tell you how much fun it was, because you and eighty paying customers (and probably twenty other freeloaders on top of that) had a real yuk/yuck/oooh!/ewww! fest on Sunday night.

Delocated went unmentioned during the program. It's a show they produce with Jon Glaser (who stars in it) for [adult swim], and it's probably the funniest live action thing that little network has ever done, and I'm even including Tim & Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! (which I love, don't get me wrong, but a.) is not as awesome as Delocated, and b.) has never had a recurring character named Mighty Joe Jon The Black Blonde).

The two pictures in this post are stills from a montage in a recent episode. It made me laugh very, very, very hard. The back story would require thirteen pages of posts, but let's say that the dude in the picture is actually the main character who had his face secretly transplanted on top of the Russian gangster who is trying to murder him (because the technology from the movie Face/Off, a Secret Service agent whispers, is real) only to get surprise married to the Arab heiress of a competing crime family. You can watch the show for free on, but don't watch it in your bed, because you will have to do laundry the next day, because you will wet your sheets with laughter from watching it.

[name removed] made my day take a one hundred and eighty degree turn with this e-mail...

To make a long story short, I got what I am 98% sure is food poisoning on Saturday, and spent the next sixty hours in a state that can only be summarized as "wet horror" (sorry for calling a spade a spade). Worse than that, though, it had rendered me as a way less-than-charitable personality, one of the traits of which was an assurance that I would never, ever be happy again. Today, I was so angry that I came close to imploding in on myself. That is, until I received this e-mail from [name removed]:

From: [name removed]
To: [wife], [pal], me
Subject: So...
Used to do business (back in the -igita--- --------- Te--no-og--s days) with a company called Orca. They made inflatable jackets that seafarers might wear in lieu of always having a spare lifejacket around. You'd pull the cord and presto, instant life jacket. Well for some reason I decided to see if they were still at it—and they are—but they are now called Landfall Technologies or something. But that's the boring part. My inquiry got much more interesting when I searched for "orca inflatable jacket." This is the link I got:

Enjoy. And, really, enjoy the rest of the site too. I'm too embarrassed to, being at work. But I did catch some of those thumbnails and boy are they special.

A hundred and ten seconds later, the same person followed up with this e-mail, with a subject: "re: So..."

I think this one takes the cake:

If you don't want to click on that, let me assure you. It does take the cake. Or, rather, the trough.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Calistoga was so great, my camera was too relaxed to take any decent pictures.

Yet it tried.

More comprehensive coverage of this epic soiree here and here.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Parenthetical Girls

Parenthetical Girls played at The Eagle Tavern last Friday.

This band. Every record they make is perfect. No one sounds quite like them. I think it's a shame, to say the least, people don't sing their praises louder.

Pictures from our hour in traffic.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

The only way Judd Apatow will use this song in a trailer is if he makes a movie I, you know, actually would want to see.*

This is amazing...................................................................................

Speaking of having something to say, I've got something to say:

a.) If the technology existed for a video to do bodily harm, I think this would - at the very least-punch your teeth in.

b.) Isn't this exactly what music is supposed to sound like in 2010 AD? Does this song/performance mean that we actually live in the future?

* I actually really like Pineapple Express. So there.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

I'm seeing this tomorrow, and I am s-t-o-k-e-d.

I'm one of the - geez, what is much smaller than a 'legion'? a 'minor contingent'? - people who has supported Todd Solondz through thick and thin. I'll even hitch a ride on the weird reflexive self-congratulations train and say he maybe could have been a major auteur of an alternate universe that, instead of stumbling through that post-September 11/new sincerity/non-irony detour, railroaded straight ahead on that self-obsessed track that was 1998.

"Life During Wartime" is a sequel to "Happiness" that switches out all the actors. "Palindromes" was sort of a sequel to "Welcome to the Dollhouse" that sort of switched out all the actors, but this looks a little more fulfilling than that.

FACT: In 1998, my current roommate and I were really psyched to see "Happiness" when it came out on video, as we weren't allowed to see it in the theater. He rented it a day before me and told me it sucked, and then I rented it and it rocked me. I haven't reminded him of it in a couple of years. Maybe I should go wake him up.

Drowning in Practicality

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Watch out San Francisco, Haley Morgan's in town.

It's Haley.
She's my sister.
She's in town.
She doesn't fool around.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

I went to a rock show at a bowling alley. It was great.

Joanna and Paige were there!

They poured beer on each other, and on strangers.



Saturday, July 3, 2010

You love that Jamboyz record, huh? You're curious about it, huh?

A peek behind the jamboy curtain:

Recording the song "MINDY":

Steph, Nick & I are auxies .





If you're interested in some context, here's the press release that went out, via Birdy:

The Jamboyz 10th album, "Men Don't Change," was officially released at the Maps show 06/26/10. By "officially released," I mean we put it on the Maps' merch table and begged people to take it for free. True to history, not many did.

I think it's another masterpiece from these men and lady. The "Night Life"/"Black Palais" twofer on "Side A" is worth the price of admission alone. And that admission price is free.

Real Life Low-Key Catwoman, or: The Purrr-fect Crime

Did you hear that a lady in a cat mask robbed an Arche (what is that, some sort of store that sells bridges? Hardy har hay - ED.) in the East Village?



Here's the surveillance footage, but it's not nearly as awesome (or oddly hot) as you'd want:

Did you know that this guy probably hates you?

Five years or so ago, Gallagher - yes, he of fruit smashing - gave a crazy interview to an Oregon newspaper. I remember people talked about it for a little while, and then basically went back to whatever they were doing in 2005.

Last December, he gave an interview to The AV Club that was, to put it politely, completely psychotic.

Monday, June 28, 2010

A Version of the 'Roger Rabbit'.

Susan is my favorite. Deal with it.