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Discover A World Of Sounds!

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Well, TODAY is indeed a special day.

My dear Andrew Dupuy has at last launched his eagerly anticipated website/podcast: Discover A World Of Sounds

andrew dupuy, discover a world of sounds radio show

Yes, the site is incredible and I am not afraid to say I am biased.  I daresay Dupuy is one of my favorite people in this great big world.  He's a Southerner in origin, and thus carries with him that particularly Southern sense of ballsy/cutting humor and deliciously gross charm, but most importantly and like me (perhaps why we get along!), he's a total pop culture whore.  His new site is many things, but it's mainly an exploration of how music relates to memory.  And trust me, Dupuy's memories and comments are HILARIOUS.  You can listen to his first podcast here.

Just push play!

This first podcast is an amalgam of childhood memories, setting the scene for what's to come.  Dupuy's gonna post a new radio show every two weeks, and just trust me here, dude's got it down!  His production is seamless and layered, but more importantly his detailed tales of growing up in Louisiana as well as living in the now here in San Francisco are quality entertainment.  He's not shy.  There will also be constantly posted blogs related to music and memory on the site.

andrew dupuy

Portrait of the artist as a young man.

Perhaps I will have to interview him sometime soon for this site.

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Posted by Miss Ess on July 6, 2007 at 10:48am | Post a Comment

WE ALL SCREAM FOR THE ICE CREAM MUSIC....TO BE REMIXED

ICE CREAM TRUCK SEASON BRINGS VARIATIONS ON OLD ICE CREAM SONGS
      
"Da-dah di-dah-da-dah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah" or something like that goes the sound of that annoyingly repetitive Mister Softee ice-cream truck jingle which with summer now in full-effect, has been playing in a seemingly never-ending loop in many city neighborhoods including mine. Like most I once too loved that song that signaled the promise of a nice cold ice cream on a hot summer's day.  But after the first few  thousand times or so of enduring that looped sound, it firmly burrowed its way under my skin and on my goddam nerves. And I am not alone in feeling this way.  New Yorker Michael Hearst of One Ring Zero was so sick and tired of hearing the same two or three old ice cream truck songs playing over and over, year after year, decade after decade that he decided to compose alternative ice cream songs and has created an entire album of new original music based on the insidiously infectious tunes of ice cream trucks and already a number of independent ice cream truck operators in New York and Los Angeles have started using Hearst's music instead of the traditional truck tunes. Entitled simply "Songs For Ice Cream Trucks" the recently released album's dozen songs were recorded using various unusual instruments, including a high-pitched glockenspiel, melodica and theremin. That's his video above.

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Posted by Billyjam on July 6, 2007 at 09:36am | Comments (3)

What the HELL is wrong with people?

Fireworks as a weapon in SF's Dolores Park
I'm very shaken by this story, so I will just re-post the story from SFGate.com, in hopes that someone will come forward with a name ...

(07-05) 17:33 PDT SAN FRANCISCO -- The 16-year-old drummer of a San Francisco punk rock band was seriously injured Wednesday night when fireworks thrown by someone at Dolores Park exploded near her right hand, police said.

It occurred shortly before 10 p.m. as Roisin Isner, who has played drums with the band Tinkture since 2004, and an unidentified girl watched San Francisco's fireworks display from a hill in Dolores Park in the city's Mission District.

"They were just sitting there chatting, then they saw a bright flash between them and the girl started screaming," said San Francisco police Sgt. Steve Mannina.

Police began canvassing the park for witnesses as paramedics tended to Roisin's hand and transported her to San Francisco General Hospital, but investigators didn't find much in the way of witnesses or evidence, Mannina said.

"We don't have a whole lot," he said. "We're definitely looking for more witnesses."

Mannina said police have not determined, and probably cannot determine, just what was thrown at Roisin and the other girl, who was not injured. Tinkture is an all-girl three-piece punk band that was founded in 2002. Roisin didn't know how to play the drums when she joined the band in 2004 after the founding drummer was dumped, according to the band's Web site. The band has performed at some of the area's most well known clubs, including Slims, Bottom of the Hill and 924 Gilman.

Posted by The Bay Area Crew on July 5, 2007 at 06:25pm | Comments (1)

(In which we now have something completely different.)

There’s few things more annoying than a  Monty Python fan. I should know, I am one.

The first thing I ever saw from this most-famous, British comedy troupe was “The Meaning of Life”, their fourth and final film, released in 1983. I was eight. It was completely inappropriate for a child and I still taunt my older sister for taking me to see it.

Being the baby of the family, I was inevitably stuck with my older sister on dates, so all the films I saw as a child were wrong for my age.

My first film was the whimsical and high-spirited “Reds”, based on real-life American Communist, John Reed, and his affair with a married woman. Tee hee! Next, I remember seeing “Gandhi”, that laugh-a-minute movie that’s warmed the cockles of so many tots. Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” was a memorable evening for me (I was still small enough to hide under my seat); “Mommie Dearest” caused a temporary phobia of wire coat hangers; watching “Sybil” resulted, ironically, in me developing a split personality to handle the memory of seeing it, and imagine my delight at being the only kid in class to say he’d seen “Chariots of Fire”… twice.


Just another childhood cartoon for Job: Pink Floyd's "The Wall"

In my sister’s defense, she did once take me to see a showing of “Bambi” at her college theatre, but the reel broke just after the forest fire that claims Bambi’s Mommy’s life. Whereas the other kids were crying and traumatized by this, I wasn’t phased. After all, what’s one dead deer when I had already witnessed the Jallianwala Bagh Massacre?

But this isn’t therapy and you’re not a psychologist*, so I won’t pursue this tangent.

Posted by Job O Brother on July 4, 2007 at 04:29pm | Comments (3)

Roller Blade

In A World Of Blood And Greed, Curvaceous Crusaders Battle To Rebuild A Battered Land.
 







New World Video 8602
Posted by phil blankenship on July 4, 2007 at 10:18am | Post a Comment
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