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Coachella 2009 30/30 Initiative: MSTRKRFT

Posted by Amoebite, March 18, 2009 02:00pm | Post a Comment
30 Coachella Bands Featured in 30 Days

127 Bands, 5 Stages, 3 Days and 1 Mean Sunburn.

"Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival - April 17-19th, 2009 or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Find 30 Reasons To Love a Weekend in the Desert."

-By Scott Butterworth
MSTRKRFT
Day #2 - Artist #2 - MSTRKRFT

There comes a time in every boy’s life when he spreads his wings and becomes a man. For me it was moving from Northern California (Modesto) to San Diego to attend San Diego State University in the Fall of 2002. Moving away from home for college is a coming of age ritual that many in this country are familiar with. But as soon as you get to San Diego State, you realize there is a more highly celebrated coming of age ritual looming ahead of you: the fifteen minute drive south across the border (often by party bus) to Tijuana, Mexico, to take part in whatever it is that you’re not old enough to do in the U.S. But for me, my first trip to “TJ” wasn’t the usual first weekend of Freshmen year as a reaction to newfound freedom away from the parents. My first venture across the border was toward the end of college (late 2006, I think?) when my friends and I were hungry for some legendary TJ tacos and heard about a few local San Diego bands and DJs doing a show in TJ one weekend, headlined by something or someone called MSTRKRFT. I was a little nervous heading across the border for the first time, but my friends were self proclaimed “regulars,” so they promised “everything will be just fine."

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St Patrick's Day Hangover

Posted by Mr. Chadwick, March 18, 2009 01:12am | Post a Comment
kool moe dee african pride coverdennis day my wild irish rose lp coverla fronteriza la vibora lp cover
michael jarrett we're all goin' down together lp covermike "jessie" owens, charles mcgee, paddy noonan at abbey tavern lp coversteve hillage green lp cover
jaki graham lp covermike "jessie" owens, charles mcgee, paddy noonan at abbey tavern back coverkate smith may god be with you lp cover
morbid angel angel domination lp lime green vinylsmokey robinson deep in my soul lp covertype o negative dead again green vinyl
ronco records a christmas gift record labelstiff little fingers now then lp coverstiff little fingers now then green chrysalis label
los rancheritos del topo chico volver lp covercliff richard green light lp coverdoug and the slugs lp cover

Coachella 2009 30/30 Initiative: Henry Rollins

Posted by Amoebite, March 17, 2009 07:53pm | Post a Comment
30 Coachella Bands Featured in 30 Days

127 Bands, 5 Stages, 3 Days and 1 Mean Sunburn.

"Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival - April 17-19th, 2009 or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Find 30 Reasons To Love a Weekend in the Desert."

-By Scott Butterworth

     
Day #1 - Artist #1 - Henry Rollins:

“I know that I know him, but I don’t know how I know him.” This is the response I got a couple weeks ago while I was rattling off a whole list of bands/artists, trying to convince my roommate to skip a weekend of his usual non-stop studying for medical school (I mean, where is that going to get you in life anyway?) and join me for the weekend at the Coachella Festival in Indio this April. He made the above statement when I emphasized how excited I was to see Henry Rollins. In the past, I’ve found myself saying the same thing about a number of artists, before my phase of being a self-proclaimed/admitted complete music nerd (which I make no apologies about currently being at the height of). There were many artists that I knew that I was supposed to know…but I just didn’t know why. Some might even say that there were many artists "that wanted me to want them…that needed me to need them," and in fact, I passed up going to many years of Coachella festivals because I simply didn’t have the age, the life experience, a job at a record store, or an older brother to steal records from, to realize the musical, cultural and historical significance of the many artists that have graced the stages of Coachella since 1999.

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THE LEP IN THE HOOD: SO BAD IT'S GOOD

Posted by Billyjam, March 17, 2009 06:15pm | Post a Comment

Since it is Paddy's Day I want to nominate the best/worst Irish themed movie ever made: Leprechaun In The Hood. Directed by Rob Spera, the flim stars recurring Leprechaun lead Warwick Davis as the evil Leprechaun, or "Lep" as he is known, along with a cast that includes Ice T (as the pimp Mack Daddy O'Nassas), Coolio (as himself) and as the wanna be rappers Postmaster P. Stray Bullet, and Butch, Anthony Montgomery,  Rashaan Nall and Red Grant respectively.

The loose storyline of this Doug Hall penned rap-themed action/horror/comedy is that Lep ends up in the hood of Compton, CA where he has been awakened from his deep sleep (big mistake) by Ice T and announces "Death to he who sets a Leprechaun free. Steal his gold, it will corrupt your soul, you see. For many a moon the legend has grown, death toll increases, solution unknown. Beware the evil wanderer in search of his loot, lest you suffer the wrath of his golden flute. Flee while you can, the future's not good-- for no one is safe from a Lep in the Hood!"

Made in 2000, Leprechaun In The Hood is one of those movies that it is so awfully bad that it's actually good, or at least hella entertaining to watch, or half-watch as you do other tasks, or after a few pints of Guinness. It is the fifth installment in the Leprechaun B-movie series, which also includes such far-from-classy episodes as Leprechaun 4 in Space, but this one succeeds because it is so ridiculously funny, unintentionally so at times. 

Best scenes include towards the closing when little Lep does his rap ("Lep in the hood come to no good") surrounded by zombie hotties, and the scene in which Lep gets blunted in the bathroom with Ice T and, in his ridiculously over the top thick stage-Irish accent, utters his best line in the film: "A friend with weed is a friend indeed."

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What Do You Dance?

Posted by Smiles Davis, March 17, 2009 11:31am | Post a Comment

Ever heard a record that made you want to get down like this little kid? The first record I ever bought on vinyl was Michael Jackson’s Off the Wall. I was 10, it was 1994 and the record was still bumping on the radio fifteen years after its original release. New, old, fresh, or dusty, the music got to me, put me in a mood I was unable to describe at the time. My mother had never seen me so intoxicatingly excited about anything before; she didn’t really know how to react. She worked hard with a no nonsense policy always enforced around the house. She gave me the money I asked for to get the record just to get me out of the house. “Now go on outside and play and stop pestering me,” she barked after slapping the dough in the palm of my hand. Out I went. After buying the record and enough candy to last me ‘till the end of time, I raced my bike across town – a very small town -- as fast as I could to my grandparents’ house, where I retreated to the basement for some serious privacy. My grandfather, who used to own a record store, had a lonely turntable set up at the end of the long, terribly lit basement for special occasions just like this. I got my boogie on for a couple hours, doped up on food coloring and high-fructose corn syrup, poor lighting and all.

It wasn’t long before music got to me the same way the youngest member of the Jackson 5 did. In 1995, just one year after my first magical music moment, I discovered Prince. My cousin let me borrow 1999 on cassette with the promise I return it promptly. 9 months and 101 excuses later, she was forced to steal it back from me. Prince was my forbidden fruit. Never listened to him out loud, always played him in my Walkman for fear my mother would forbid me from listening to it. I’ll admit, the vulgarity and promiscuity that Prince exudes is a bit much for any 11-year-old, but like Michael Jackson, all I ever wanted to do was dance. I had to listen to music that made me want to move, shimmy and shake ‘till the exhaustion kicked in and forced me to call it quits. Lyrics be damned-- I didn’t understand what the heck they were talking about anyway, it was gibberish to me. It was about the beat, the rhythm, and the evoked emotion.

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