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HOW I REMINISCE OVER YOU: THE PRE DIGITAL ERA

Posted by Billyjam, June 30, 2007 10:54pm | Post a Comment
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Once upon a time in ye olde pre-digital days, music fans would have to trek to their local record store on a certain day, usually a Tuesday, to acquire new music. It was the only way. And in the great new documentary Good Copy Bad Copy, the sample-happy artist Girl Talk reminisces about those long gone days when some of his fondest memories were formed. In the film he recalls when as a kid he was accompanied to the record store with his parents to buy the then new Nirvana CD Nevermind and how, sadly, that this nostalgic relationship no longer exists for most young blossoming music fans today.

Directed by European Andreas Johnsen, the engaging Good Copy Bad Copy, which so far has only been seen on the Danish Broadcasting Corporation television station, is a well worth watching documentary about music, copyright, and culture, and where it is headed. The one-hour documentary also features interviews with Danger Mouse, Siva Vaidhyanathan, Lawrence Lessig, and others. Below is a clip from the film. Fittingly, this film, which is supportive of copyright free file sharing, is available for free download. You can access the torrent of the XviD version at The Pirate Bay on the site goodcopybadcopy.net. However, since the film producers have still only recouped a quarter of their production costs, they do request a donation -- but only if you liked the film. And I think you will. 


For even further info, check out rosforh.com. On their homepage you can also check out clips from another good music-related documentary, Curtain Raising: Musicians in East Africa.

(In which Job wrestles with his subconscious mind and recommends an album.)

Posted by Job O Brother, June 30, 2007 08:17am | Post a Comment
It’s seven-thirty in the morning; I’ve just rolled out of bed after a weird and ultimately unhelpful dream about being accidentally tossed off the Thunder Mountain Railroad ride at Disneyland, after which I ended up drenched in water and yelling at Timothy Dalton, who was working as a security guard, for not believing that their stupid ride malfunctioned and landed me in a private parking garage.

Seriously. That’s what I was dreaming. Is it any wonder I’m awake an hour before normal? I mean, who needs that kind of crap? I am like, totally giving my subconscious mind the silent treatment today.

Two things are helping salvage my mood. One is writing this to you, of course. The other is listening to Jobriath.


This dude’s story is mostly tragic; one of the casualties of the music industry. He was glam at a time when glam had just started retiring. Bowie had already reinvented himself as a Zoot-suit wearing soul singer. Even so, Jobriath was promoted by Elektra Records as though his debut album would be more popular than The Beatles, and subsequently, God.

His half-naked frame was plastered all over cities at a time when we weren’t used to seeing such things. (I mean, nowadays it’s like, “Oh, a huge billboard of two, scantily-clad beefcakes frolicking in a pool together… in an advertisement for Toilet Duck.”) Jobriath’s first album was inescapable, and it hadn’t even been released.

So that, when it finally did hit the shelves, though it was critically acclaimed by many, it couldn’t live up to the hype that had come before it. Jobriath was eventually abandoned by his management and lived the rest of his life out in relative obscurity; his major legacy being an example to record companies on how NOT to handle a new act.


A compilation of songs (“Lonely Planet Boy”) was released in 2004, spearheaded by one of Jobriath’s loyal fans, Morrissey. I personally didn’t discover it until Eric of Amoeba Music mezzanine fame, tipped me off.

It is good. Glorious, even. Highlights for me are “Heartbeat”, “Be Still” and “I’maman”. Any fan of glam-rock must absolutely must check it out. The only downside is that, once you’re a fan, you have little else Jobriath to explore. His two albums are rare and expensive and mostly represented by the c.d. compilation. The man himself retired from recording and made a living singing cabaret in NYC, passing away in 1983 from AIDS.

Fans of Bowie, T.Rex, and the other glam classics; fans of Elton John and the romantic man at the piano; fans of the new breed, Hedwig and Mika – y’all have something to add to your collection.

And f**k Timothy Dalton, man.

You cannot escape me. I'm inside you. You cannot escape me.

Madman

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Metal Rules!

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 29, 2007 08:26pm | Post a Comment
Almost one year ago, I took my first steps into the world of Metal.  Having grown terribly bored with the state of Rock and Roll, I turned to my fellow record store employees to guide me.  (Seriously, is there any better place to work if you are a music junkie?  Didn't think so.)

So I asked Ben first.  "If one wanted to listen to some metal, where would be a good place to start?"  We decided that stoner/doom/drone metal was a good start (wonder why?).

So I began with, among others, Electric Wizard, Sunn 0))), Teeth of Lions Rule the Divine, Earth, Burning Witch and Khanate.  (Ahh yes. You picked up on the Greg Anderson/Stephen O'Malley thread.) 

And suddenly, I felt at home.  It was like I found something I had always needed but never knew I needed, you know what I mean?  I usually like my rock heavy, fast and loud, (AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath etc.) but the droning, thick, mangled guitar riffs, and the hheeeaaavvvvvvyyyyyy, slooooow drums kicked my ass!

And can I just say that Earthless is one of my favorite bands... like EVER.


I was ravenous...  I dove into Black Metal next with Stevil's help.  This is where I really went crazy.  Darkthrone, Burzum, Craft, Carpathian Forest, Old Wainds, Leviathan, oh, but to name a few.  The pain and torture in the vocals rips right through your heart, but in the best way possible. 
 

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The Greatest: Sir Paul McCartney

Posted by Miss Ess, June 29, 2007 05:26pm | Post a Comment
I drove from San Francisco to LA on Wednesday to see Sir Paul McCartney rock Amoeba Hollywood.

I was not disappointed!

The show was AMAZING.

It was also a total whirlwind. I still can't quite believe that it happened at all. I was in the same room as Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr? Too much, too much! This picture captures pretty much how it all felt:


Flash Back: When I was 8 years old I stayed home sick from school one day.
VCRs had recently been invented. My mom rented me Help.  From that day on, I learned to spin records. I would play records from when I got home from school till dinner time and beyond, dancing around the coffee table for hours on a daily basis to With the Beatles, Help and Abbey Road. For years. Everything I know about music and creation and art I learned from The Beatles. I voraciously read every Beatles book I could get my hands on throughout my teenage years. I became a lifer.

Fast forward 20 years to Amoeba Hollywood.

After watching Paris Hilton exit the CNN studios across the street from Amoeba, paparazzi going wild (gawd, I was in LA!), I went out to the Mezzanine to watch Paul play his sound check.

He came out onstage to the 40 or so gawkers and smoothly/nonchalantly began to play "Drive My Car." Surreal.

When he trotted to the piano and began playing "The Long and Winding Road," I started to realize what was going on. This was PAUL MCCARTNEY. The songs that he wrote tap into some place so deep in my psyche, somewhere I didn't think I could reach anymore, that I haven't reached in so long I forgot it was there. And it made me feel SO GOOD, like nothing else mattered. Maybe that sounds simplistic or silly, but this music moves me like nothing else can. (Apparently at least 850 or so other people feel the same way, cause he pretty much brought the house down later in the evening.)

During the sound check I had the opportunity to go right almost up to the stage to watch what was going on. I swear Sir Paul and I made eye contact a couple of times. BIZARRE. I feel as though he is a member of my family, but we have never spoken, never met. I watched up close as he played "House of Wax" and other songs, old and new. He looked older, but he looked fantastic. It was PAUL MCCARTNEY.

Paul was so easy going during the sound check, joking with the small audience, and every song sounded just as good, if not better, than during the set. They hardly needed the check! They were getting loose I guess.  Paul's band mates are so quality. They handle some of the greatest songs ever written and they don't overdo it. When it comes to Beatles songs, I am so easily offended by covers and copies and the like and I appreciated so much how they glommed on to tradition and kept it close to the original recordings as much as possible.

I was mostly up close so I could see the Hofner Bass. It's totally mind blowing that he is still playing the same bass that's been with him since the Cavern Club. It looked...shiny, like it was not as old as it is. 

When he had cleared off the stage to as much thunderous applause as about 60 people could possibly give, they started bringing the fans in.  These people had camped outside the store for about 3 days before the instore to ensure their spots. They are SUPER FANS. Each time the employees would bring in another row of campers, everyone would cheer, whistle and shout for them-- they had finally made it! The whole place was inspiring and the energy was through the roof! 

When Ringo came out of the Green Room to take his place, the whole crowd started chanting his name.  I was in the Mezzanine watching from above and the whole energy of the crowd shifted toward him. He (rightfully) pointed to the stage and said he was there to see Paul. And there he was ... Paul popped out onstage right then, launching again into "Drive My Car." The whole experience was beyond unreal.

I found myself distracted by Ringo, continually watching him and wondering what the experience was like for him, what was running through his mind. I think I could tell what he liked by how much he bobbed his head. He was really into "Matchbox" and "Back in the USSR," among others.

The highlight of the show for me was "I've Got a Feeling"... Paul may be in his mid 60s now but the energy he brings and the power in his voice is more like he is still in his 20s. I never thought I would hear that song played live by one of its writers ... INSANE. It was as close to Beatlemania as I will ever get, that's for sure. The crowd was going absolutely ape sh*t. I have never heard screaming like that before. Paul called the show his most surreal ever and wanted to take a moment to absorb the scene and what was going on. I doubt he's played an instore ever. I felt like the luckiest lady in town.

Paul got very choked up during "Here Today." He dedicated the song to John and George and Linda.  His voice broke several times, and afterward he said he had almost made it through but then looked out in the crowd and saw someone bawling so he lost it again. It was pretty moving to have Ringo in the crowd and hear everyone cheering for John and George and just to think about all the craziness they went through together and how terrible it is that they are not still all alive and together and celebrating the fact that they made it through all that together...

I had found this poster of John Lennon high on the wall to my right and throughout the performance I kept looking at it, wondering if there was any way he could look down (or whatever) and see us all. He'd probably think Paul was way over the top!

But it worked for me -- when Paul came out for the encore and played "Hey Jude" and "Let It Be" back to back I almost lost it. He has so many songs that have meant more to me than almost anything else and honestly, I just don't even know how to describe the show.

I know not everyone shares my belief in and love for The Beatles. That's of no matter to me. Seeing someone as seminal as Paul still kill it before a crowd, still run from "I'll Follow the Sun" to "Blackbird" to "Get Back" to "I Saw Her Standing There," (perhaps the most emotional song for me of the night)...Those songs hit me hard. They remind me of a time before adulthood... A time when joy was simple and music was just everything. I could care less if Paul wants to get a bit cheesy on me. I could care less if I sound a bit cheesy right now. 

Everyone who knows, KNOWS. Can you dig it?

PAUL LOVED AMOEBA AND AMOEBA LOVED THE BEATLE BACK

Posted by Billyjam, June 28, 2007 09:35pm | Post a Comment
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No doubt you're already aware that Paul McCartney played a surprise free show at Amoeba Music Hollywood on Wednesday, June 27th.

Check out on this website how Paul McCartney Rocked Amoeba Hollywood in a great review by Marcus Kagler that also includes pics from outside the store as fans lined up to see Sir Paul. And also check out AMOEBLOGGER Miss Ess' (All The News That's Fit to Sing) review (with great pics) nearby here on the AMOEBLOG.

The ex-Beatle's instore got tons of media coverage, including from the Los Angeles Times and Access Hollywood. In fact, some media outlets reported that McCartney's Amoeba appearance upstaged Paris Hilton's appearance at the CNN building, where she was Larry King's exclusive guest, literally right across the street on Hollywood's Sunset Blvd. In addition to all of the TV coverage there have also already been several first-hand video postings on YouTube -- as of Saturday a search under "McCartney Amoeba" netted 21 video links, many of which are not the best audio-video quality, but regardless capture the vibe and excitement of the day-- makes you wish you were there if you were not one of the lucky ones to make it. There are other Paul McCartney Amoeba Hollywood clips found on YouTube, including one with Ringo Starr (yes, he was in the house but didn't perform) in the parking lot and one of Paul on the Amoeba instore stage saying "thank you....Amoeba --  a great shop or wot?" Note that the must-watch video below of Paul @ Amoeba is good professional quality, as it is courtesy of McCartney's YouTube Channel.

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KEALA TAKES NERVOUS BREAKDOWNS TO NEW YORK

Posted by Billyjam, June 28, 2007 08:41pm | Post a Comment
Keala C Ramos used to work at the San Francisco Amoeba Music, until he moved out East in the last couple of years. He lives in Queens and likes living in New York City but notices certain cultural differences from San Francisco -- like how coffee is served and the difference between the MTA and the MUNI. Keala continues to make music in New York under his own name and also his band name, the Nervous Breakdowns.

The Breakdowns, who were named by Esquire magazine in 2004 as "the rock band to go and see if you are ever in San Francisco" made a rep for themselves also by getting into constant conflicts with the SFPD -- usually while playing out on the street in places like the Castro.

The Nervous Breakdowns' discography includes The Begining of the End EP (featuring the song  "Undependent," which also appeared on Amoeba Music Compilation Vol. V) and the full-length Panic. As a solo artist Keala appeared on Amoeba Music Compilation Vol. IV with the song “E Kaha'oe.” The Nervous Breakdowns' lineup in SF was Keala Ramos (lead guitar), Matt Kajiwara (rhythm, vocals), Donelle Malnik (bass), and Charlyn Villegas (drums). Check out their MySpace where, among other things, you can hear the songs "Garage Sale" and "Nervous Theme."

*This is the second interview with a former Amoebite who has moved coasts to become a New Yorker.  The last one was with Nick Lesley.

AMOEBLOG: What exactly went down with the SFPD and the Nervous Breakdowns?

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top 12 british albums of the early 90's...that need reissues!

Posted by Brad Schelden, June 27, 2007 07:30pm | Post a Comment
In my continuing series of lists, here is my next list. I was thinking again about how much I love the reissues. Those great 2 CD remastered deluxe versions. I get very excited when my favorite albums get the deluxe treatment. There has been a lot of deluxing over the last couple years of some of my favorites from the 70's and 80's.

But not much from that very important time in music which was the early 90's. I might be a bit biased about this period since this is also the period in which I graduated high school and started college. A period when my obsession with music and bands really developed. There have already been some great Slowdive and Pulp reissues, so those will not be on the list. The first two Ride albums "Going Blank Again" and "Nowhere" have also been reissued. But all these reissues are just imports, so I'm still hopeful they will be cheaper domestic versions out soon. There is a possibility that Morrissey will be going back to Warner! He is currently without a label again. Which is great news, since that is where his catalogue as well as the Smith's resides. It can't be too long until we see some great Rhino style Smiths and Morrissey reissues!

I originally was going to go through my CDs and just grab the ones that stood out from the 90s. When I was done, I looked at all the albums and realized all the bands were from England and all the albums were put out in the early 90's. I also realized these were the dirtiest and most used CD's in my collection. They have been through a lot and have been played many times and traveled all up and down the coast of California. It started out as 10 but quickly changed to 12. I could have easily went on and made a list of 25 but I had to stop somewhere. So here it is....My list of the top 12 british albums of the early 90's that I would like to see reissued...


Lush "Spooky" (1992) 4AD/Reprise

This was the second album from Lush and remains one of my favorites. The band unfortunately only made 2 more albums after the suicide of one of their members. They were one of the best of the shoegaze bands. They were like a more rockin' version of Cocteau Twins. I was really obsessed with this band and really love their first 3 albums. This along with Gala and Split are all awesome.  I saw one of their last shows at the Fillmore in San Francisco and it remains one of my favorite memories.



My Bloody Valentine "Loveless" (1991)  Sire/Warner

This was also the second album from this band. This album is on everyone's list and get so much praise that it now seems to have developed some backlash against it. However, its impact on me remains permanent. It remains the best shoegaze album of all time and has influenced countless bands. The artwork alone makes the memories rush through my mind. A beautifully loud album that seriously changed my life.




Blur "Modern Life Is Rubbish" (1993) SBK/Food

Blur helped to create what became known as Brit Pop. They were always my favorite over Oasis. I always thought they were way more fun and creative. This album like most of their albums is a very British album. "Chemical World" and "Star Shaped" and "Miss America" remain some of my favorite songs of the period. They would go on to create many more albums and side projects and solo albums. But this remains their best album.




Suede "Suede" (1993) Nude/Columbia

This album remains the best androgynous album cover of all time but also the most brilliant pop album of all time. Brett Anderson is simply a genius and this, their first album, is simply fantastic. Every song on this album is brilliant and I could simply not get enough Suede when this album came out. They also went on to create a couple more brilliant albums after this and we are all waiting for that reunion.





Gene "Olympian" (1995) Polydor

Oh Gene. I seriously could not pick any of these albums for the top spot. They are all pretty much equal for various reasons. But I did really love me some Gene. This was their first album and it really was hard in the 90s to compete for a better debut album. "Haunted by You," "Left-Handed," "London Can You Wait," and "Sleep Well Tonight." It did not get better than this in 1995. They came a little bit later than Suede, Blur, and Verve. But they were just as good.




Verve "A Storm in Heaven" (1993) Vernon Yard

Another awesome debut album for yet another awesome british band. They broke up in 1999 after "Urban Hymns." But they are actually getting back together and recording a new album! Which actually makes them the only functioning band on this list. This album did not do as well as it should have. But they became one of the biggest bands of England a couple of years later. Beautiful psychedelic dreamy shoegaze rock. They changed their name after the label Verve got a bit mad at them for stealing their name.



Pale Saints "In Ribbons" (1992) 4AD/Warner

Yet another great shoegaze album. This is probably the saddest and most depressing album on the list. But still a beautiful album. This was actually their second album and they would go on to create one more after this. They were for sure the goth darker side of shoegaze. This album, like Slowdive's Souvlaki, became one of the albums I put on right before I went to sleep. A perfect way to end your night.





Blueboy "Unisex" (1994) Sarah Records


This is simply one of the best albums of the 90's. Beautiful twee indie pop from England. This album has been out of print for a while and needs a serious reissue soon. You can buy it on itunes. But who really wants to do that. I want the real thing in my hand. I want to be able to touch it and love it. I made the mistake of getting rid of this years ago and have been regretting the day ever since. This is one of those great little forgotten albums that everybody should know about.





Morrissey "Kill Uncle" (1991) Sire/Reprise

This was his second real solo album. The first being the simply amazing "Viva Hate." But his first for the 90's. This was one of those albums that I can not separate from my memories of high school. It for sure made me happy and got me through those years. There is no denying his genius in The Smiths. But he also is an amazing solo artist and still manages to blow me away with his albums and tours. I don't know what else to say about this amazing man. "Our Frank," "Sing Your Life," "Found Found Found." Every song on this album is brilliant.

 

Catherine Wheel "Chrome" (1993) Fontana

This was their second album. While they are easily put into the whole shoegaze scene, I never much thought of them that way. This album has a dreamy druggy  feel to it. The first album "Ferment" was maybe a bit more shoegaze. I guess they were the harder side of this scene. This was another album I often listened to at night. But I really just listened to it almost every day in 1993 and 1994. Brilliant and influential and probably a bit overlooked.




PJ Harvey "Dry" (1992) Too Pure/Indigo

PJ Harvey seemed to come out of nowhere. But I was hooked from the first moment that I heard her debut album "Dry." PJ Harvey was a much needed female artist in a male dominated scene. This album like all on this list remains amazing after all these years. She still manages to create brilliant albums while adapting her style throughout the years. This album really changed the scene and influenced a lot of fans to create their own music.

 


Saint Etienne "So Tough" (1993) Warner

This was their second album. But Foxbase Alpha from 1991 is equally as good. This album was just my first introduction to them and the one that I played the most. Most of the songs on the album are mixed up with odd samples from british movies and television. This is a very unique album and really has no comparison. Very catchy dancey club kind of pop songs. The album is very humorous still makes me laugh. This album was listened to a lot driving around Los Angeles in the early 90's.

What To Do Once U Find Out U Can't Get In To See Paul McCartney-Nativo! Tonight @ Zanzibar

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YOU’RE CORDIALLY INVITED TO ATTEND:

"NATIVO"

~ Soulful urban Latin music @ Zanzibar ~

PROUDLY PRESENTING:

KEMO THE BLAXICAN
(Ex-Delinquent Habits)


“NOT SO RICH & FAMOUS” CD RELEASE PARTY!

www.kemotheblaxican.com
www.myspace.com/kemotheblaxican

9-10pm: Album Listening Party

12am: KEMO Performs Live!

DJ’s Mexican Dubwiser, Sloe Poke, Mando Fever &
Gomez Comes Alive! spin all night!

--------------------------------------------

THE LOW DOWN….


WHEN:
Wednesday, June 27th

WHERE:
ZANZIBAR
1301 5th St. Santa Monica, CA.
Info: 310.451.2221
www.zanzibarlive.com www.myspace.com/nativowednesdays
$10 all night or $5 R.S.V.P.

Friday Night @ Amoeba Hollywood - For Those Who Don't Have Sh*t To Do

Posted by Gomez Comes Alive!, June 27, 2007 11:04am | Post a Comment

Remember the movie Friday when Smokey (Chris Tucker) says, "It's Friday, you ain't got no job and you ain't got sh*t to do?" Well, summer is here and if you don't got sh*t to do, walk into Amoeba on a Friday night. The store is buzzing with activity.

I thought about this when I was working Friday night. I usually don't work on Friday nights but I switched a shift in order to get the previous night off. At first I started plotting with a customer how to ditch work at go Grand Performances in downtown L.A. to check out Ojos De Brujo, who were playing for free. There were so many people in the store at that time; we figured no one would notice if I stepped out for an hour or two. But soon there was so much going on in the store I had forgotten about ditching work.

There was a grip of people not only shopping, but in to check out an instore performance by Carina Round, followed by a DJ set by Amoeba’s very own DJ Jun.

Carina Round wasn't really my cup of tea. She's good, that I can tell. With the instores, it's never about whether the acts are talented or not. If they are playing here, they are. It just comes down to people's individual taste. Talk to another Amoebite about the same performance and you'll get a whole different reaction. That's the beauty of Amoeba. If we all had the same tastes we'd be boring.

After Carina's set, Jun started his set with Barry de Vorzon’s "Theme from The Warriors." His set was cinematic, playing soundtrack cuts mixed with electro-house instrumentals. Jun ended his set with the Vincent Price spoken piece from Michael Jackson’s "Thriller" (one of the bonus tracks on the re-mastered version of the classic album) and blended it into Italian prog-rockers Goblin’s spooky theme song from Suspiria. I liked that very much.

Speaking of Suspiria, Cinespia will be screening Dario Argento’s Suspiria at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery on Saturday, July 21st, with Jun spinning before and after the movie.

I had many interesting conversations with customers that Friday night. Many people come here not only to buy music and movies, but also to meet people, to talk music and film and to find out what is going on later that night. I still think Amoeba is one of the better spots in the city to meet people.

Amoeba on a Friday night in the summer is more interesting than a majority of the clubs in L.A!

SF CHRONICLE GIVES LEGAL HALLUCINOGEN FRONT PAGE PUSH

Posted by Billyjam, June 27, 2007 08:45am | Post a Comment

And the media item today most likely to both help generate interest in a drug previously not too popular and also most likely speed up changes in its legal status is the front page article in Wednesday June 27th's San Francisco Chronicle about the Mexican "sacred weed," Salvia Divinorum, with a bold heading about the LEGAL, INTENSE, HALLUCINOGEN that reportedly "when chewed or smoked causes intense hallucinations comparable to LSD or "magic mushrooms" and "is available all over the Bay Area, mostly in smoke shops and herbal stores."

It's also sold over the Internet. For $15 to $50 a hit users get high that sends them into a dreamlike state for anywhere from a few minutes to an hour or two. The article appears online under the heading "The Legal Hallucinogen" at sfgate. My guess is that it will all sound most appealing to those looking for a new high (except for the $50 a hit part !!!!) especially due to the fact that it is still legal, just like LSD was up until 40 years ago -- the end of the Summer of Love.

The Chronicle article goes on to mention how many videos of folks gettin' twisted on this short but intense high drug are being posted on YouTube. This fact will no doubt send the curious (like myself) to search on YouTube where my quick SEARCH this morning under "Salvia divinorum" netted a total of 173 video postings including "Her Salvia Divinorum Trip 20 X First Time" --  a homemade video of a girl getting wasted and being filmed by her male friend.

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coming out today...6/26...sinead...rasputina...

Posted by Brad Schelden, June 25, 2007 06:34pm | Post a Comment
Out today is the newest album from Sinead O'Connor. She has been busy the last decade or so putting out albums in every possible genre. After her first two amazing albums "The Lion & the Cobra" and "I do Not Want What I Haven't Got," she released an album of standards, "Am I Not Your Girl." The next album "Universal Mother" would be the last of the signature style she had created with the first two. After this was an amazing gospel style album "The Gospel Oak EP" which she had an amazing tour behind. After the mediocre "Faith & Courage" came an album of traditional Irish Songs "Sean-Nos Nau." Her next studio album was a reggae album "Throw Down  your Arms." Not being anything close to a fan of reggae, I actually really liked this album. So now we have her newest album "Theology." The album consists of two discs. An acoustic "Dublin Sessions" disc, and a full band disc "London Sessions." The album does not really fall into any category. But it is for sure a Sinead O'Connor album.

There is nobody really like Sinead. Her amazing voice and style have always been one to make people love or hate her.
I have always been on the love side since I first heard "Mandika." I put it on the first make your own cassette compilation that I bought at the mall in the late 80s.  She has never hidden her political views and has often got into trouble because of it . I would love to see a documentary of her much like the one of the Dixie Chicks. Most artists seem to keep their beliefs to themselves in order to sell more records. Sinead is the second biggest selling artist in Ireland. Next to Enya of course.

This new album is sort of her response to what is going on with the continuing war we happen to be still in. However she says that it is simply a gift of peace to her fans. Nothing angry or political on the album. Her voice really carries all her albums. Her first two albums remain two of my favorites and I have consistently followed her through her every changing musical career. The new album is mostly new material but has 3 covers including Curtis Mayfield's "We People Who are Darker than Blue." Sinead is also amazing live. I have been waiting and waiting to see her again and was very excited to get tickets for her last reggae tour. It would have been strange, but unfortunately the tour got cancelled. Hopefully she tours for this new album. This new album may not blow you away like her earlier albums. However, it is still worth it, if you are still a fan of hers. Her voice is still amazing. And the album if very peaceful and beautiful. Not in a new age Enya kind of way. But in a peaceful Sinead kind of way.

Also out today is the newest from my favorite gothic classical band Rasputina." The new album is "Oh Perilous World." Much like Sinead, Melora Creager, has a very unique voice and style. This is what first got me into this band. The band has seen many members come and go but it has always been Melora's band. Rasputina released two album on Columbia followed by two on Instinct. The first two, although on  a major label, remain the best. This new album is Melora's reaction to the crazy current events of the last couple years. She basically reworked news stories into the traditional Rasputina songs that we have come to expect. Melora plays cello and sings on all the albums. She always creates little stories with her songs.

 Rasputina is also a favorite of mine to see live. She is hilarious and tells stories between all her songs. But she is also really friendly and affectionate with her fans in the crowd. It is really hard to explain to those who have never seen her. They really remain a band with very few bands to compare them to. The albums are not all nice and beautiful like you might expect from a chamber style band. They really are awesome female fronted rock bands. They just happen to use cello's and sings songs about ancient times that have long since passed. This new album easily stands up to any of their albums of the past. But once you sort of fall under Melora's spell, you really tend to think that she can do no wrong. Just one trip to one of Rasputina's live shows will quickly put you under her spell. "Draconian Crackdown" seems to be my favorite track on the new album so far. It is always fun to put on their new records and let yourself in to their magical little world. It is easy to forget who you are or even what period in history you are living in. It is possible that even watching a Rasputina video will get you hooked. I hope so....
 

THE DAY THE RADIO WENT SILENT and THE TV PREACHER FARTED

Posted by Billyjam, June 25, 2007 01:32am | Post a Comment

If you turn on your favorite radio station or webcast Tuesday, June 26th, and you are surprised to hear nothing but dead-air, pure silence, be forewarned that it will not be technical difficulties you're experiencing. Rather, it will most likely be that your favorite webcast or radio station is participating in the national planned "day of silence" in protest of the new webcasting rates that look likely to go into effect within three weeks and, if so, will have serious consequences on streaming music online. As you already know, the future of Internet radio is in immediate danger because royalty rates for webcasters have been drastically increased by a recent ruling and are due to go into effect on July 15 (retroactive to Jan 1, 2006!). So in protest, traditional and online radio stations are going silent. In addition to the 'silent-treatment' protest, some stations around the country, including WFMU in Jersey City, will make their protest by not going silent, but rather by boycotting all RIAA/Sound Exchange music and only playing indie artists outside the RIAA governed titles.

For more information about this important day of protest that will affect how we listen to new music in the future, visit here or SaveTheNet. To find out more about participating in the actual day of silence contact dayofsilence@savenetradio.org. There are also many benefit events planned to help raise awareness, including one in San Francisco (home of numerous webcasters, including the wonderful, electronic music "extremely independent" SomaFM) at the Bottom of the Hill this Sunday (July 1st: 6PM-10PM) that is being organized by Reapandsow, SomaFM, SonicLiving, myopenbar.com, and BAGeL Radio. Meantime, you reading this should seriously consider calling your Congressional Representatives right now to voice your opinion on this important issue.

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The Exterminator

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Demon Wind

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HOLLYWOOD: WHERE THERE'S GOLD IN THE STREETS

Posted by Billyjam, June 24, 2007 09:52pm | Post a Comment

So I spent this past Thursday, June 21st -- the longest day of the year -- in Hollywood. And it was just one of those perfect days. You know, one of those days you have when everything goes just perfectly? Being the first day of summer, I guess, the weather could not have been more desirable: sunny and warm but never too hot, and certainly not a trace of that smog that is so often unfairly associated with LA. But besides the weather, every single person I encountered that day in Hollywood was genuinely warm and friendly and a pleasure to be around. Even the tragic bums along Sunset and Hollywood Boulevards all seemed to have vanished for the day. Not one person asked me for money all day.  The opposite happened in fact: not once but twice, glancing down at the pavement I found money -- a quarter on Vine and a crisp new dollar bill blowing on Sunset. Damn! There really is gold on the streets here, I thought. What a perfect day. As I happily walked I couldn't help but remember in my head all of the songs about Hollywood and LA (there is even a Wikipedia page dedicated to them) that include Bob Seger's Hollywood Nights, Murs' LA, Jurassic 5's LAUSD, Kool & the Gang's Hollywood Swinging, Defari's Los Angelinos, and X's Los Angeles. And as I walked down Vine heading towards Sunset, humming Randy Newman's I Love LA, I kept a close eye on the pavement in case I might find even more money, when I noticed that Rin Tin Tin had his own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Wow! Even dogs are stars here.

Shortly afterwards at 6400 Sunset Boulevard at Amoeba Music Hollywood (the main reason for my trip down from the Bay for the day) I ran into Amoebite Kara who was walking her cute and affectionate little dog. The last time I was down in LA -- several months previous -- she had just gotten the miniature pooch who she had rescued by adopting him from an unfortunate homeless woman who could no longer take care of her pet. At Amoeba Music I spent the day hanging out and meeting many Amoebites for the first time, like Irene (who works in the office and was sporting a cool Virgin Prunes t-shirt), and some that I knew from before like KP, Tim Ranow, and Ilene. It was about my sixth trip to Amoeba Hollywood since it opened and I tell you the cavernous store never fails to amaze me. It is truly a music fiend's dream! And despite the good amount of time I spent digging in the crates of the endless rows and rows and sections and sections of music, I still only barely scratched the surface of the store's seemingly never ending inventory.

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I can't embed Gnarls Barkley here ...

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 24, 2007 09:51am | Post a Comment
It's exactly like Cee-Lo performing, but with perhaps a mouth full of hot dogs!

I Come In Peace

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Tourist Trap

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ORANGE ALERT! ALL THIS GODDAM WAR IS KILLING ME

Posted by Billyjam, June 22, 2007 08:01pm | Post a Comment

The new compilation WAR II (the turd hunt continues...) is the sequel to the 2003 anti-war compilation WAR: If It Feels Good Do It. It is just being released and will be available exclusively at Amoeba Music's three locations (Hollywood, Berkeley, and San Francisco) and online through Hip Hop Slam's online shop. It features Public Enemy, Steinski, Braintax, Backyard Bangers, DJ ALF, OkiZoo, the DJs of Mass Destruction, and others. 

Like the first WAR compilation, this hip-hop collection is also produced by the DJs of Mass Destruction, featuring this blogger along with DJ Pone, Shing02, DJ ALF, DnZ, & Dawgisht -- all of whom will be performing live on KFJC on Saturday afternoon, June 23rd on DJ Trinity's show on 89.7FM (noon - 3PM) with an estimated performance time of 1PM - 2:15PM (West Coast time). 

KFJC in Los Altos Hills is a legendary Bay Area college radio station that for years has been broadcasting over the Bay Area (its signal is pretty good) with quality radio -- including lots of live studio performances. This will be the second time the DJs of Mass Destruction perform on DJ Trinity's show. In fact, we turned part of the last KFJC performance (2003 release party for WAR: If it feels good do it) into a music video featuring Bush/War footage mixed with the KFJC performance. The video originally appeared on the enhanced CD  section of the 2CD Amoeba Music Compilation Vol. V set. This video, which was produced by Hip Hop Slam's Nausea Girl, can be viewed below. The video at top of this page, produced by ALF, was made for the new WAR II: the turd hunt continues. The audio track for the video is the opening track on the 14-track new WAR II CD.

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Dreams Can Come True: Boy Shakira

Posted by Miss Ess, June 22, 2007 07:46pm | Post a Comment
Yes, I can admit it.  I watched "America's Got Talent" this week.....

and I am so glad I did, so stop snickering and watch Boy Shakira!  You know you wanna...



She is flawless.  She must have that wig bolted to her head!  I love her. 

I have never even seen this show before and the two minutes I caught made me feel so good I wanted to share it with all of you!  Boy Shakira won me over in a snap. 

On the extreme other end of the spectrum, who knew what a raging homophobe the Hoff is?  He has some anger management issues too.  After the commercial he stormed off set to his dressing room because he didn't agree with the other judges' decision and had the be coaxed back to the judging chair for the next act.  What a loser.  I couldn't find that part on YouTube though.  At least Sharon Osbourne gets it. 



Hey Uni, you look young for your age, but ...

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 22, 2007 02:57pm | Post a Comment
I figure I'll just quote what is already written by a man who quite bright, handsome and talented!


"My good friend and long time collaborator, Uni & Her Ukelele has had her Myspace page deleted. This 30 year old singer songwriter has been told she is not old enough to have a Myspace Account.

This is the email she received from the esteemed site:

Hello,

Please note that you do not meet the required age limit as per
MySpace.com's Terms of Service, or you have misrepresented your
age on the MySpace.com system.
We deleted your account because you have violated the Terms of Service.

Do not create another account on MySpace.com until you reach the
required age, or use the correct age on your profile if you are old enough to
have an account.

If you meet our required age limit, please sign up with your correct
age.
Thank you,
MySpace

Yeah, way to go fellas! Usually you don't discuss a lady's age, but rest assured that Miss Uni is over 21!! That's right: driver license, drinking, voting and can die in the military of our United States!


I should also add that the orginal article, quoted above, doesn't have a link attached to the word esteemed, I'm just linky that way! Or bitchy, whatever.

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Necropolis

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Icky Thump

Posted by Miss Ess, June 21, 2007 04:57pm | Post a Comment
Icky Thump, it's a fantastic record.  If you read my blog, you are already sick of hearing about the White Stripes, so I'll make my comments brief. 


The songs: I heard 'em, absorbed 'em and immediately felt like I'd already been hearin' and lovin' 'em my whole life.  If that isn't a sign of a great record, I don't know whatall is. 

Jack White knows what's real and he knows about integrity and that's a large part of why the band remains untouchable.


From the Onion, 2003:

O:
  Do you see more people getting turned on to the blues in the future?

Jack White: I hope so. I think it's the pinnacle of songwriting. It's never been topped, and I don't think it ever will be. It sort of accidentally broke songwriting down to its three basic components: storytelling, melody, and rhythm. And that's the way I see it. It's so truthful, it can't be glamorized. If people really love music, they're going to start being drawn toward honesty, and if they're drawn to that, it's a direct line right back to Charley Patton and Son House. I'm very skeptical of musicians who say they love music and don't love the blues. It's like someone saying they don't like The Beatles: It makes you think they're in it for the wrong ideas.

I think I'm in Love!

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 21, 2007 11:11am | Post a Comment
I aint sure if this has anything to do with Amoeblog, but when a girl feels that special love for a man, sometimes she don't think straight. 'Specially when she gay and all that.



I know, I know. I spend far too much time blogging everywhere about my man crush of the moment, for there are many. But looka that man up there, GO SAINTS! How can anyone resist ... especially when he has brought the HAHAHAHA into your life week after week? Also, okay okay, I gotta weakness for a gap. A teeth gap, baby.

Maybe he'll come by for some kind of charity auction thing as they do in the Hollywood Amoeba and then, magically, this blog will be justified. Word?

Also? I love you Brently, even though you don't even know my name. Sigh. (It aint no thing, I just wanted to sound like a country song for a second.)

Brently, rawr:
 

A hug for BillyJam

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 21, 2007 10:40am | Post a Comment
Grabbing up Billy on the quick, and taking you on the wayback machine: there was a place called Leopold where all folks came together for the MUSIC, and no one played any gang bullshit in them walls. Why not? Not totally sure. Could it happen today? Prolly not. Ten years change a world, ten years can erase a street.

The fun and the cameos from old school Leopold Records employees:

Point is, man they had a lot to say about life. Really pure. So, I wish I could embed Kiss Me and I'll Kiss You Back, cause that also had some wonderful staff in it, but whatcha gonna do. Anyway, a shout out to Daria who brought in Hammer when it was tapes in his trunk for commission, and even more so on the long term Yeh Yeah: bringing in the Digital Underground and help blowing them up as well.

Good times, friends. Good times. For those new to the Bay, the scene, whatever you want to call it? Coolest thing was, when Amoeba Berkeley opened up a few blocks from Leopold? It was all love, baby. No sense of competition or us vs. them. How rare is that?? Now, chunklets of us work at Amoeba (woot, wooooooot!) and maybe even own a piece. (Not me, baby!) Kisses to the joynts that do it all for the right reason, including a little shout out to a store in Austin Texas!

The Last Hunter

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REDRUM, REDRUM: ALL THIS MURDER IS KILLING ME

Posted by Billyjam, June 20, 2007 02:10pm | Post a Comment

Murder is one those words that I hear every day and have for years and years and years, to the point, I fully admit, that I have become totally desensitized to its real meaning. Yep, to me, the more I hear the word murder, and especially the more I read it in yet another newspaper report, the more and more detached I seem to become from it. It has lost its initial intended meaning to me. In fact, right now as I type this and just think of the word MURDER in my head, I cannot help but hear the refrain from that classic 1993 dancehall reggae hit by Chaka Demus & Pliers, "Murder She Wrote," echoing happily in my skull: "murder she wrote, nah nahnah, murrrrder she wrote." So, to me, murder or that six letter word spelled backwards -- redrum (popularized by The Shining) -- is just another empty, meaningless word, or, even worse, alternately, it is a sexy catch-phrase, repeated in songs I hum, the theme of entertaining movies I watch, video games I play, books I read, and juicy headlines in morning newspapers I read as I sip my comforting coffee. So ultimately murder to me (and maybe to you too?) is just another hollow disposable word -- nothing more, nothing less. Unless, unless, that is, of course, that the word murder is directly connected to me personally or to somethe shiningone close to me.

So as I sat on the BART the other morning reading a small article in the Bay Area section of the San Francisco Chronicle under the heading "Two Murders In Oakland Over The Weekend," about a couple of unrelated fatal street shootings (one of them "gang related"), to be totally honest, it barely registered in my consciousness, just the same ol, same ol to this jaded soul. Until, that is, the location of one of the murders jumped off the page at me ("Fairview Ave. in the 100 block, north of Lake Merrit"). Damn! I realized that this was directly outside the apartment building where I stay. Later that day from talking to folks in the immediate East Bay neighborhood I found out all the killing's tragic details: that the murder happened on Friday night at 9:25PM. That it took place directly opposite the church (ironically) when a car screeched to a halt in the middle of the street with two guys audibly arguing inside. Both got out, still arguing loudly, and one shot the other nine times before hopping back into the driver's seat to speed away leaving the body of a 29 year old man bleeding to death on that chilly Oakland night.

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(In which Job's boyfriend takes control of this blog.)

Posted by Job O Brother, June 20, 2007 12:28pm | Post a Comment


Today's blog is written by guest blogger, Corey, otherwise known as C$.

Job is busy making me dinner right now, so the least I can do is blog for him. I have also had one of his vodka-pomegranate cocktails, so I may be more lucid than usual.

At any rate, what is so hard about blogging? I do it all the time for The Advocate. Of course, it is usually at a film festival or something, so I have something interesting to talk about. But in the absence of such obvious content, what does one say?

I will tell you this: Job spends far too much time on these blogs. Time, I might add, not spent with me. I don’t think he got the memo that these should be short and pithy. The reader doesn’t have that much of an attention span anyway, and no patience for rambling and self-indulgence. What is more self-indulgent than a blog about someone’s life, never met, and their friends and experiences, never met, nor experienced. Does anyone really want to read any of that? Does anyone really want to see pictures of me in a red, satin tuxedo jacket perched atop a rock in the middle of Joshua tree? (Besides myself and Job of course).

It is only right that I tell you a few things about Job that perhaps he would never tell you. Only I can’t think of anything he doesn’t cop to. I just waxed his back this afternoon, but that isn’t very salacious. Let’s think… He barks a UPS trucks whenever he sees them. Yes, he barks, like a dog. No matter who is in the car. He acts like a real baby at about 11:30 pm every night. I ask him if he is tired (knowing, of course, that he is) and he responds “no” with pouted lower lip, and eyes droopy and childlike. The voice also is dismissive, blurted and vaguely resembling a grunt. Then he makes me pull him off the couch and pretends to be too tired to get up of his own will. He then pretends to be too tired to undress himself, get under sheets, or get on his own side. There is even fake crying and the rubbing of eyes. It is of course incredibly cute to me, but to the outside witness it would appear vaguely retarded and co-dependent. 

Let’s see, what else. He is not fan of Dove soap, which I love. (He calls it white trash). He worries about money a lot, which I don’t, and doesn’t care at all about his own death, which I fear. He loves Ikea, which is basically a mental deficiency.

Oh! Here’s a good one: Job has favorites. Not like normal people favorites, like a favorite food, or a favorite color. I mean Job has a favorite type of hot dog for eating specifically at ballparks. This might be drastically different from the favorite hot dog to be eaten at BBQs. Now beyond that, there is a second, third and fourth favorite of all these things. Everything is ranked with a number and each can be explained in detail as to the reason for its ranking. This, in and of itself, would be fine except that one of his favorite things to do is ask you for your favorite of all these things. You are then sweating, hemming and hawing, trying to drive, trying to come up with the last time you were even at a ballpark let alone ate a hot dog, and mostly you just don’t care. You just don’t notice the subtle difference in ever molecule of every morsel of food ever ingested, or each chord of every song ever played. Now, this does make him a very good cook, which is about to help me immensely as it is suppertime and, remember, he is currently cooking for me. And I would imagine this makes him a very good Amoeba employee as well.

So come to Amoeba, to the Soundtracks section where Job has carefully organized every disc, every plastic case, every rare and unheard of by the general public recording of obscure off-Broadway drum and pipe music performed by naked midgets. And ask him who his 17th favorite naked midget instrumentalist is. The answer might just surprise you.

[Note from Job: I don't actually like hot dogs at all. They are my 29th least favorite food.]

Crime Zone

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White Stripes on Conan

Posted by Miss Ess, June 19, 2007 09:52pm | Post a Comment
Brad is right, I will be posting about Icky Thump soon, prolly like tomorrow.  But for now, check out this performance of "Icky Thump" on Conan last night. 

Radi-cal!! 

Yes, I already have tickets for the show at the Greek Theater September 21.  And yes, the obsession borders on Misery-like, I know, but I can assure you all that when I met Jack White I clearly held back from axing his legs off or any of that crap.  I was the very picture of composure, really.  Yup, that's me.

I'll try to refrain for a while once I post about the record....

Legendary: Paris Is Burning

Posted by Miss Ess, June 19, 2007 09:12pm | Post a Comment
I watched the fantastic documentary Paris Is Burning this weekend. The film came out in 1991 and focuses on the dazzling Balls that Drag Queens created and participated in during the mid to late 80s in the Harlem Ballrooms of New York City. 


The Balls are elaborate and flashy competitions, like a fashion and drag sporting event, complete with gaudy trophies. Each person has the opportunity to compete in many different categories. The competition is fierce! Competitors walk/work the runway and are judged loudly and with much enthusiasm on their styles as well as their "Realness"-- how flawlessly they pull off drag.

Complicating and deepening the Ball scene is the division of the Queens into Houses. The Houses are named for different Queens who have been especially successful at the Balls -- they are called, appropriately,  "Legends." The way it is explained in the film is that the Houses are pretty much like Ball gangs, each headed up by a Mother who is the most revered, respected member of the House and who provides emotional and aesthetic support to each member. Each House is really like a family. Members know where they can go to get support and advice, whether it's on life or makeup.

There's the House of Ninja, the House of LaBeija, the House of Dupree, the House of Xtravaganza, the House of St. Laurent...so many fabulous Houses! I love that there was a category at the Balls for "Mother of the Year." Perfect. Each House Mother has her moment to parade across and around the floor, but only one wins the coveted trophy.

Despite the gorgeous look and triumphant nature of the Balls, there is an undercurrent of struggle and sadness throughout the documentary. Each person featured in the film has gone through so much, whether it was their parents throwing them out, being an escort, etc. They all have dealt with learning how to be strong in the face of the adversity that many gay/transgendered people experience. One of the main messages was that ultimately everyone wants the same things in life: to love and be loved.

I wish I could have been a fly on the wall at the Balls back in the day! This movie is as close as I'll ever get. There was so much energy and melodrama in the air during the Ball scenes. There was also so much humor, yet Balls were deadly serious at the same time. I wonder if any Balls are still going on today and in what form. [Someone out there reading this must know-- do tell!] I loved getting to see each Queen have her moment on the floor to bask in the glory and spin and pose to great applause and excitement. 

I don't know why I am spoiling the movie for everyone by explaining too much here..It's fab, check it out if you get the chance.

Oh yeah, and the Balls are where Voguing as we know it today came back into style, brought back from the '20s...It was NOT from Madonna...She took it right from the Balls...

This video is a fantastic tribute to Willi Ninja, Mother of the House of Ninja. He explains and demonstrates Voguing:


Have I mentioned I loved this movie?

"Magical....Life's a Ball/So get up on t

Guy Talk

Posted by Mike Battaglia, June 19, 2007 07:24pm | Post a Comment



Here's something you don't see every day: Newsweek columnist Steven Levy pairs up the unlikely combination of hipster mash-up laptop god Gregg Gillis aka Girl Talk and Democrat Congressman Mike Doyle, who counts Pittsburgh, Gillis' home, among the areas he represents, to discuss the Copyfight and what sort of compromise, if any, can be made between the current generation of media-saturated sample-heavy artists and the clampdown attitude held by corporate copyright holders. Doyle seems like one of the good ones, especially when he puts his money where his mouth is - back at the House Telecom Subcommittee. Read the article right here.

Notes From Amoeba Hollywood Latin Pop & Rock Section #2

Posted by Gomez Comes Alive!, June 19, 2007 04:23pm | Post a Comment
Out now-

Up bustle and out head to Monterey, MX
and
mix it up with the control machete crew. Reggae + cumbia style electronica.

Highly recommended!

Available in the electronica section.

(In which Job fondly recalls Ancient Rome.)

Posted by Job O Brother, June 19, 2007 10:44am | Post a Comment
I don’t own a television. I can’t.

I just can’t face another TV commercial. It doesn’t matter how good a show is, if it must stop all of a sudden in order for some hopped-up, bling-bling supermodel to salaciously coax me into purchasing the latest acacia-infused douche/pudding pop, I will barf.

Maybe my resistance is low because I spent most of my childhood glued to the boob-tube. I could tell anyone what I was “going to do that day” in half-hour increments.

“Four o’clock? Well, ‘Dangermouse’ will just be finishing up, then segueing into ‘You Can’t Do That On Television,’ after which I will switch channels to Mtv to watch ‘Monty Python’s Flying Circus’…” ad infinitum.

(Monty Python on Mtv? Man, those were good times. ‘Just Say Julie’ and ‘Post Modern Mtv’… I weep for our losses.)


Strictly UPTOWN Julie Brown, Queen of Mtv

At some point, I switched watching copious amounts of TV for lots and lots of mind-altering drugs. So yeah, things were getting healthier. By the time I sobered up and realized that my life wasn’t going to figure itself out, I had a quick nervous breakdown and spiritual crisis, considered suicide, came back from the brink of annihilation, got a job and a girlfriend and discovered I could no longer cope with Nike ads.

Really, this could be anyone’s story.

This is my very personal and long-winded way of saying that I only watch TV shows on DVD. On my computer. In control. No swooshes.

Currently, I am enjoying HBO’s epic saga, “Rome”. I can’t say that I’m bowled over, but it’s amusing enough to watch when I scurry home from Amoeba Music for my lunch break. I’ve only watched the first four episodes, too, so there’s still a chance I’ll get addicted. It took about that long before I realized that “Deadwood” was (curse-word) brilliant.

Still, I am reminded of one of my favorite TV shows of all time. More of a mini-series, actually. “I, Claudius”, which ran on the BBC in 1976. Henceforth, it was often seen in the U.S. on public television. It garnered a slew of awards.


Is that a snake in your opening credits or are you just happy to see me?

I watched it as a fluke. I was at my sister’s house in Sacramento and had a lot of free time. Amidst all the children’s DVD’s was “I, Claudius”. Faced with watching Ariel become a human with the help of Sebastian and Flounder, or the bloody and horrific fall of the Roman Empire, the choice was a no-brainer. After all, only one of these would give me nightmares about calypso-singing sea-crabs.


"I'm going to add your severed head to my collection of whoozits and whatsits!"

What followed was two days of me glued to the computer screen, watching with mouth agape, the entire series. It was like being a kid again.

The show is masterful. The acting is superlative, and the villains are so entertaining and genuinely scary, you almost hate to see them fail, and since this is about Ancient Rome, they often don’t.


More evil and cunning than Fox News - Siân Phillips as Livia

It doesn’t have the same big budget that HBO currently enjoys. Most of it is shot on sound stages; it looks more like a play than a TV show. (Cheek to camera-right and stab him in the throat, keeping your profile in the upper-left light, please.) It’s also a British show, so you might feel a little lost at first, because they don’t take a lot of time to educate you on what’s going on; you either know already or you find the groove.


Get Into the Groove - John Hurt as Caligula

Let me tell you, it is worth the effort. I cannot praise the show enough. Luckily, it is available on DVD in its entirety. You may be delighted to see just how many British celebrities are in it. The cast reads like a who’s-who of England in the 70’s. The cast-party must have been rad. (Or, in the British dialect, “really rather rad”.)


23 years Before Christ and 2,000 years Before Ikea

If you like “Rome”, I insist you check it out. Unless the only reason you watch said show is for occasional glimpses of James Purefoy’s penis, in which case, “Dangermouse” is the more obvious recommendation.

Notes From The Amoeba Hollywood Latin Pop & Rock Section - Three New Releases You Must Have

Posted by Gomez Comes Alive!, June 19, 2007 01:36am | Post a Comment
     
Out June 26th -

Hip-hop en Español via Spain.

A Spaniard's lisp
never sounded so cool!






Out July 26th -

Electronic cumbia, rock and mambo via Mexico.

¡Que chido!







Out now  -

Greatest hits + three bonus tracks from Cuba's best hip-hop group.

A must have if you missed the boat on their previous releases!

Luis Rodriguez Part One: The Discovery Of Luis Rodriguez (and Nik Turner)

Posted by Gomez Comes Alive!, June 18, 2007 11:31pm | Post a Comment

I remember the first time I heard about Luis Rodriguez; it was 1993 and I was reading Lowrider Magazine. In between the pages of vintage bombs, girls and ads for rims, there was a feature on Luis and his book, Always Running. In the article he spoke about his past as a gang member and how writing had changed his life. He also mentioned that his teenage son, who was starting to get into trouble himself, was the reason for writing the book. It made me want to read Always Running, so I went around to a few bookstores in my neighborhood but no one carried it. Soon I lost the drive to find the elusive book and forgot all about it. I guess it wasn’t my time to read it.

Fast forward to 1995. I wanted to get the hell out of Los Angeles. I felt isolated. I had no sense of community or belonging so I got a job selling t-shirts for the band Nik Turner’s Space Ritual. Nik was a founding member of Hawkwind, the influential space-rock group. The band had several other ex-Hawkwind members but due to legal reasons they could not use the name Hawkwind. There were fifteen of us touring in an old school bus with no air conditioning. It was the middle of summer during a horrendous heat wave. At every stop the thick heat and humidity followed. After a while I didn’t know what it felt like to be dry. I've never sweated so much in my life! Most of the shows on the tour were complete caves. The shows were booked in thousand capacity venues with only thirty people in attendance. The former members of Hawkwind, who once played in front of festival size audiences, never once complained about the ill-attended shows or the extreme heat. Every night the over fifty-year old space rockers gave it their all. It was inspiring to say the least, to see these older men bring it every night.

During the long drives I read. I read The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Black Elk Speaks and Eldridge Cleaver’s Soul On Ice. I had fun on the tour and started to open up to the band and crew. The band played great every night. But after the shows, on those long drives to the next city, that isolating feeling would return and I would sink back inside my head. The audience for Nik Turner’s Space Ritual was predominately male with very few persons of color attending the shows. It was like a rock and roll Star Trek convention, a close-knit community of people who loved everything outer space and rock and roll. At first, I admit, I thought they were a bunch of freaks. Yet the Hawkwind fans treated me with respect because I was with their favorite band. Race, religion and gender didn’t matter to them. Space rock did. They had their own community and network that set up shows for Nik Turner and other likeminded groups. They used space rock chat rooms to let other space rock aficionados know about upcoming shows years before Myspace came along. I admired their dedication and their sense of community. Experiencing that and reading books like The Autobiography of Malcolm X inspired me to find something I could call my own. The Black and Native American experience in America was the same as my experience in this country. Yet I wished someone could write a book about the experiences of Chicanos living in America.

The tour was a safety zone. I was apprehensive about returning home to the same old crap that I'd left a few weeks back. After the last show in San Francisco, I bought a plane ticket back to L.A. The bookstore in the San Francisco airport had Always Running on display. I bought the book and immediately read a good chunk of it on the plane ride home. I was engulfed in it. It spoke to me like no other book. Luis’s stories were like mine: The feelings of alienation, stories of people trying to take away your dignity, the feeling of always wanting to run away, and in the end, finding your place. Even though I was never in a gang I felt those same feelings of isolation that Luis wrote about. This was the book that I had craved for years. He wrote everything I felt.

When I arrived in LA, I was sitting outside the Burbank Airport, once again engulfed in my book. I was so engulfed that I didn’t notice the airport security guards that hovered over me. “Where are you coming from?” the airport security guard asked. I told security that I was previously in San Francisco. They asked to check my bags. I replied, “Do I have a choice?” They said no. So they searched. They didn’t ask to check anyone else’s bag that came off of the plane, only mine. I wasn’t carrying anything illegal so I wasn’t scared that they would find something. But rather than to take me somewhere private to search through my belongings, they did it out in public, where everyone could see. Everyone was staring at me, assuming I was guilty. My clothes, underwear and all, were spread out on the loading zone where the people waited to be picked up.

They didn’t find anything. They helped me shove my clothes back into my bag and took off. No apologies, nothing. I sat down and waited for my ride, somewhat fuming but all too used to the racial profiling. A black baggage handler sat next to me, a witness to the whole event, shaking his head as he said, “Black and brown, that’s the only people they ever check.” We nodded at each other with that same understanding. I pulled out my book and started to read again. My ride came and I finished reading all the way home.

what is coming out today...6/19...maps...art brut...

Posted by Brad Schelden, June 18, 2007 10:00pm | Post a Comment
Today is the big exciting day of the new White Stripes album "Icky Thump." I am going to let my fellow blogger Miss Ess review that one. I like what I have heard so far. But that girl is like their number one fan. Not in a creepy Kathy Bates Misery kind of way. But almost. I will spend some time today talking about two smaller albums coming out. First up is the new album by Maps called "We Can Create."

Maps is basically James Chapman. He is from  Northampton, England. He has been releasing singles for a while now, slowly gathering his fans. This is one of those albums that I was immediately drawn to and liked right away. But I also knew that it would become one of those albums that my love would continue to grow for. Now listening to it for the 4th or 5th time I am quickly falling in love. It is kind of amazing that he used no computer or fancy programs to make this album. I can already hear people complaining that the album is too electronic and computer generated sounding. But like I said, no computers. He did it mostly himself with tape loops.

The album feels very warm and fuzzy. He is obviously influenced by some of the shoe gaze of the 90's like My Bloody Valentine and Lush. But also by the early electronic groups of the same period. And on some of the songs I even hear a bit of Beach Boys. Which is weird for me to even notice, since I happen to hate the Beach Boys. But I do hear it. However, it does not ruin the album for me. You can also hear a bit of Sigur Ros or Album Leaf or maybe some Postal Service. The album is consistently good. There is not just a couple good songs. It consistently works. James is bound to find his fans in the U.S. just as he has abroad. He has sort of a nice soothing pop voice. Kind of like Ben Gibbard from Death Cab for Cutie and Postal Service. It mixes nice with the electronics. It is less cold and distant than you would expect with this sort of electronic instrumentation. He will quickly make his way into your heart. I think.



Also out today is the new album by Art Brut. This is their second album. The first came out a little over 2 years ago. The new one is called "It's A Bit Complicated." While Maps might be better to listen to in your bedroom by yourself. Art Brut is made for being out with your mates and doing whatever you do when you live in England and hang out with your mates. The only thing this band shares with the Maps is that they are both from England. But that does not mean I don't like it. Even though I loved My  Bloody Valentine and Slowdive, I always loved bands like Pulp and Blur just as much. It really is hard to get over Art Brut's comparison to the Fall. Maybe its just because my coworker played The Fall today. But I seriously hear a lot of Fall on this album. Maybe a more accessible modernized Fall. But still The Fall. The singer speaks a lot of his lyrics over the songs. Simply telling his little stories. Seeming to not really care if you want to hear them or not. The lyrics are indeed pretty funny. And the music is good and fun.

They do remind me of the fun of bands like Blur. Its nice to know England is still producing bands like this. It is very british. Which is part of the appeal to me. I have always been intrigued by England and all the music that comes out of it. Some day I will have to get over there and visit all the places that I have been hearing songs about for years. I really have a clear picture of England from years of listening to these bands and watching their videos. But I suppose it is sort of warped and distorted. Much like some English kids view of the U.S. who has never been here. We are not all like Avril Lavigne and Big and Rich. But I guess some of us are. Alot of people do dress and act like the bands they like. Some people actually just like the bands that look and act like them. Not sure which came first.


also out today...






"Icky Thump" by The White Stripes












"Fragile Army" by The Polyphonic Spree












"Anonymous" by Tomahawk












"Tromatic Reflex" by Von Sudenfed

UNDERDOGS, COMMON THEME IN DOUG PRAY'S FILMS

Posted by Billyjam, June 18, 2007 08:31am | Post a Comment

Los Angeles based documentary film-maker Doug Pray (Hype!, Scratch, Infamy)'s latest release is Big Rig, a documentary about the subculture of contemporary truck-drivers. The film premiered at Austin's SXSW fest in March. Pray's latest production, Surfwise, is a documentary about the dynamics of a unique surfing family. The filmmaker says that the distinct common thread between each of his documentaries is that each tells the story of misunderstood individuals. "They're all subcultures... groups (that) have been misperceived. I see their characters as underdogs," he said. His first film was the 1996 documentary Hype!, which was literally about the hype behind the North West's underground "grunge scene" and how exactly that music was transformed, neatly packaged, and sold to the gullible masses. His next and even better known film (which won numerous awards) was Scratch, about the the rise and history of the hip-hop DJ/turntablist. It was followed by Infamy, a documentary about six graffiti artists plus one anti-graffiti activist.


To director Pray there is an obvious common thread between each of the films' subjects. Speaking of Hype!, Scratch, and Infamy, he said, "They're all subcultures which I never set out to do but it is interesting how things turn out. All three groups were misperceived in general and I think that's what's in common with all three. Like the way people in Seattle felt that their movement had been packaged and kind of sold to the masses as something that it wasn't -- that was a reason to make a movie because I was there and I thought 'You know what?' What the world thinks about this music community is not what they're saying it really is!' Same thing with the deejays in Scratch. It was sort of like everybody, as in mainstream America, thought they knew what hip-hop was and what the hip-hop DJs were saying was really different from this perception...It's all the same thing -- same thing with Infamy about the graffiti artists."

 
Before he began shooting the director mistakenly thought that Infamy would turn out to be an upbeat celebration of bright, beautiful graffiti art. Instead, it turned out be an engrossing, dark portrayal of obsessed artists who commit felonies, constantly risking jail time just to create their art. "Graffiti artists are manic depressive," confesses graffiti artist Saber in one engaging scene. Infamy is unlike other graffiti films. "Most graf films are made in such earnest from a graffiti art fan's perspective that they often overlook the human element," said Pray, who deliberately limited the number of subjects profiled in his film. "I didn't want to have 30 artists in there and just get to know a little about (each of) them. I wanted to really focus on just six artists. I wanted to make a movie where you really got to know the person, their family, their peers, their crew...One of the differences with graffiti and others is that it is really demented...It is an obsession and it is both very stimulating and it leads to trouble...it is unlike any other art because it is a felony."  

Infamy didn't get nearly as warm a reception as its predecessor (Scratch) and outside of a handful of screenings (mostly at small film fests), it went straight to DVD last Fall. Nonetheless, it is a wonderful film and well worth seeing for both graffiti and non-graffiti fans alike. Also recommended for all audiences is the critically acclaimed aforementioned Scratch, which truly is an amazing film that captures the soul of the dedicated hip-hop DJ. (Full disclosure: the writer of this AMOEBLOG is one of the subjects in the film and also credited for giving the film its title.) The DVD version boasts an additional disc with four bonus hours, including the ever engaging turntable instructional "How To Rock A Party" with Z-Trip. Scratch, which can still be seen occasionally on the Sundance Channel, can be found both as a single DVD at Amoeba and other new and used DVD outlets and also in the nicely packaged hip-hop DVD set along with the film Freestyle**

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the best movies of the 80's...the first of many lists

Posted by Brad Schelden, June 17, 2007 12:58pm | Post a Comment
I am a bit obsessed with making lists of things. As a small child I remember making lists of everything. It might have something to do with my need to organize my life. I just like to remember things and to organize them into nice little lists. So this will be the first of my lists that I offer to you. There was recently a list of movies going around on myspace. It was a random list of mostly blockbuster movies that you were to check off the ones you had seen. This got me thinking about what would go on my list of movies. So I decided to go through that list inside my brain and write down my favorite movies of the 80's. A very formative period for me and many others. It was a decade of many great movies. Movies that simply can't be made now. Most of them are great simply because of the memories attached to them. Many of them seen in theaters and then many more times on TV. Many of them rented from one of my favorite video stores. Most of them watched late at night with my friends. Some of them watched again in the theater at midnight screenings. Many of them watched with directors commentaries on DVD years later. Many of my favorites were made in the late 70's and 1979 specifically. Alot of the great horror movies like The Omen and The Exorcist came out in the 70s. David Cronenberg and John Waters made some of their best films in the 70s. 1979 was not only a great year for music but for film as well. 1978 was the year of Halloween, Dawn of the Dead, and Piranha. In 1979 came Aliens, The Warriors, Over the Edge, Amityville Horror, and The Brood. But it was really all about the 80's. I don't know where I would be without these movies. It was really hard to put them in order. But they are roughly organized starting with my favorite.

top 100 movies of the 80s





Heathers (89)
Michael Lehmann


                        Escape From New York (81)
                            John Carpenter











Manhunter (86)
Michael Mann
                                   

                      Pee-wee's Big Adventure (85)
                         Tim Burton
 










Aliens (86)
James Cameron


                      

                                        Times Square (80)
                                               Allan Moyle










The Breakfast Club (85)
John Hughes




                                                Vacation (83)
                                                  John Hughes






                                                         


Tootsie (82)
Sydney Pollack






                          Some Kind of Wonderful (87)
                              Howard Deutch








The Terminator (84)
James Cameron




                                        The Lost Boys (87
                                          Joel Schumacher








         


The Fog (80)
John Carpenter



                                              The Thing (82)
                                                John Carpenter









Polyester (81)
John Waters




                                        Krush Groove (85)
                                          Michael Schultz









                                                            
                                               
Beetlejuice (88)
Tim Burton






                     The Legend of Billie Jean (85)
                       Matthew Robbins







                                                          


Running on Empty (88)
Sidney Lumet

 
                                           Paris Texas (84)
                                             Wim Wenders









                                                          
     
River's Edge (86)
Tim Hunter



                            Best Little Whorehouse in
                                 Texas (82)
                                  Collin Higgins









                                                          

Valley Girl (83)
Martha Coolidge




                                    Suburbia (83)
                                      Penelope Spheeris










  



A Nightmare on Elm Street (84)
Wes Craven












Pretty In Pink (86)                                                            
Purple Rain (84)
Videodrome (83)
Little Darlings (80)
Flashdance (83)
Teen Witch (89)
Goonies (85)
Better Off Dead (85)
9 to 5 (80)
Blue Velvet (86)
The Empire Strikes Back (80)
Return of the Jedi (83)
Scarface (83)
The Dead Pool (88)
Planes Trains & Automobiles (87)
The Shining (80)
Karate Kid (84)
Ladies and Gentlemen, the Fabulous Stains (81)
Tenebre (82)
Phenomena (85)
Night of the Comet (84)
Sleepaway Camp (83)
E.T. (82)
Labyrinth (86)
Hairspray (88)


Gremlins (84)
Rocky IV (85)
Friday the 13th (80)
The Outsiders (83)
Footloose (84)
The Hunger (83)
Perfect (85)
Satisfaction (88)
Hellraiser (87)
First Blood (82)
Breakin' (84)
The Pirate Movie (82)
Poltergeist (82)
Romancing the Stone (84)
Gleaming the Cube (89)
Sixteen Candles (84)
Desperately Seeking Susan (85)
Ferris Bueller's Day Off (86)
The Muppets Take Manhattan (84)
Ghostbusters (84)
Princess Bride (87)
Stealing Home (88)
Airplane (80)
Children of the Corn (84)
Batman (89)

Tron (82)
War Games (83)
Prom Night (80)
Clue (85)
Little Shop of Horrors (86)
Mystic Pizza (88)
Back to the Future (85)
Angel (83)
Blade Runner (82)
Christine (83)
Patty Hearst (88)
Superman II (82)
A Fish Called Wanda (88)
Mask (85)
Raising Arizona (87)
Less Than Zero (87)
Vision Quest (85)
Raiders of the Lost Ark (88)
The Clash of the Titans (81)
Say Anything (89)
Time Bandits (81)
Sid & Nancy (86)
Foxes (80)
Beat Street (84)
Streets of Fire (84)

Sundays, pretty Sundays

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 17, 2007 10:08am | Post a Comment
For my sister, Jill, and all of her echoing 8 track tapes; I love you.

-Brickly

The Employee Interview Part VI: Miss Kelly

Posted by Miss Ess, June 16, 2007 02:34pm | Post a Comment
Miss Kelly
3 years employment
International Rock Goddess/Cashier


Q:  What music was playing your house when you were a kid?

Miss Kelly:  Like Ratt and Prince.  I had a brother and sister that were 12 and 13 years older than me and my brother was practicing drums all the time.  He was in a band, a metal band.

Oh yeah, lots and lots of Madonna too. My sister once performed Madonna's "Lucky Star" at the food court in the mall and she won the contest and got lots of money.  She had this black lace bustier that she looked killer in and she used to make all the ladies salivate at the lady bars because she was in a lesbian band called Upside Down and Inside Out.

Wow.  Where is she now?

She lives in Virginia with her girlfriend and all of their baby animals.  She plays ukelele now.  We all kind of picked up the ukelele at the same time in the last few months.  We have this fantasy that when we meet up at the family reunion this summer we are all gonna play ukelele together.  It's kind of Uni's fault.

Wow that's rad. So how did you start listening to japanese pop and international rock?

I used to be really into punk rock and I was in this punk rock cafe that was literally under ground and one day on the jukebox this Pizzicato Five song was on and no one knew who it was and it made me so happy.  Ever since I was a child, since I heard "La Bamba", I wanted to sing it even though I didn't care what it meant, so foreign languages have always kinda turned me on.  So after I heard Pizzicato Five I couldn't find that song again until I heard it like 5 years later on the radio at my brother's house and that's when I found out who it was. I went to the indie record store in Richmond, Va -- Plan 9-- and they had it and I got really into it.  It's kind of like this insane musical; I love the showmanship of their sound.

Who were some other artist you were into early on?

I like Buffalo Daughter and Takako Minekawa.  She's now married to Cornelius and I am sure their kids will be awesome musicians. ... and the Boredoms of course too cause they were kind of punk and I was still really into punk.

What is the best thing you have ever found at Amoeba?

OOIOO Feather Float on turquoise vinyl.

What is your favorite place to see music in town?

Great American.

What's your favorite local band?

That's kind of hard!  I think I have to say Or, The Whale right now.  Their cd is really good and i wanna go see them play soon! [Ed. note: You can purchase their cd here on the Amoeba website!]

Yeah I really like them too.  Nice guys n gals.  So I think you are maybe even over-qualified to tell me, what is the best karaoke bar in San Fran?

Do Re Mi, bring your own drinks -- sneak em in!

Do they have private rooms there?

Yes, it's box [style] and you can sing in Japanese there!  In Japan they have these happy hour specials where you can rent a room about $4 a person with all you can drink cocktails from like 3-8 pm-- it's amazing!   It's a shame we don't have that here.  But I don't know if Americans can deal with that kind of thing though!  Japan is a country where they have drink machines on the street where you can buy beer.  That would never fly here.

I can see why you are into Japan!  What is your favorite song to perform?

"Southern Cross" by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, and I also like to sing a lot of Dolly Parton and Madonna cause they are totally in my range so no matter how drunk I get I can sing em.

What are some more recent bands you have gotten into?

Agent Ribbons I really like.  I''ve been listening to a lot Stan Rogers even though he's [not recent].  It's like folky sea shanty stuff.  And the new Tujiko Noriko is really great. 

Do you have any musical guilty pleasures? You seem pretty upfront, not much into guilt.

Yeah, god I don't think I feel guilty about anything that brings me pleasure at all!  Why live if you have to be guilty about that?

What is the best live show you have ever seen?

Gosh that is really difficult.  In the last year there have been so many good ones.  Probably Blonde Redhead at the Fillmore when Buffalo Daughter opened for them because Blonde Redhead played for like 2 hours and i love them to death.  Buffalo Daughter was at their very best that I have ever seen them and I went by myself which kind of made a huge difference.


Cause you didn't have to worry about anyone else having a good time?


That and it was all on my level.  I walked the whole way home that night from the Fillmore to Chinatown.  It was one of those hot summer nights that we never have.  Everything was perfect!

Cool.

I'll tell you one more thing-- my first show I ever saw was one of the best too.  It was Aerosmith with Skid Row and I was probably as close as you could get!  I was in middle school and I saw people smoking pot openly for the first time and drinking out of pony bottles and sexy ladies in leather mini skirts.  It made such and impression on me.  I was into hair metal for a while but that's ok because....it pretty much rocks too!

What is your favorite thing about working at Amoeba?

It's like being a kid in a candy store I guess.

Thank you for your time.

Las Vegas Weekend

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Thank you Paul Potts

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 15, 2007 06:29pm | Post a Comment

Sir, there is a stage with your name on it in San Francisco, humble as it may be. Thank you sir. You redeemed television ... for a moment. I even like the damn Aerosmith at the end, and that song only makes me think of strippers and a death in Alameda. God bless you, sir.

-Brickly

Having a hard day? Me too!

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 15, 2007 05:14pm | Post a Comment

Thanks, Tina. I tell you, I don't know how them folks in them chairs sat so still! My entire childhood, this song made me flail about so hard, I often had to hold onto a bedpost. Honest, this song make-a-me crazy!

Also? I would like to thank Tina Turner and Ann-Margret, because when I was in kindergarten, I saw Tommy at the drive-in movies, and y'all 2 women made me gay. Thank you so much. I love being a gay.

What we have here is forty seconds of insane hot heaven:

Whew. Knock me down with a feather! Hell, just knock me down! Please!

If you don't understand how a movie like Tommy can make a pre-pubescent girl into a big old dyke, I can only offer this to your eyes - two bits from Tommy. The first one, my second favorite, highlights The Mother in a penthouse apartment not at all unlike the one I live in now, in fact I am wearing that gown as we speak. One of 9 identical gowns:

I was a baby in Boston and it was raining beans! It should be pointed out to you now that only today did I see any sexual reference as to the pillow, and I am not sure if that's too racy for this blog. Shoot. I can be rather obtuse it seems. (We can skip the part where there's any rational discussion about the bad acting, right? Cool!)

Now, Tina. Oh dear. Dearest Tina ... I think my crib was an Iron Maiden:

I was never supposed to be normal. For that I would like to thank my parents for being so incredibly dumb as to take little tiny children to see movies like this. Yay! You made me gay and weird! Thanks Mom and Dad! You rule!

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AMOEBITE BECOMES BROOKLYNITE: ARTIST NICK LESLEY GOES EAST

Posted by Billyjam, June 15, 2007 04:09am | Post a Comment

So what happens to Amoebites (people who work at Amoeba) after they stop working at Amoeba Music and move on with their lives? And does their time spent at the music store impact or influence them in any way later on? These questions and a lot more are answered in this interview (the first in a series) with a former Amoebite, who is now a Brooklynite, named Nick Lesley. Nick worked at all three Amoebas (Hollywood, Berkeley, San Francisco) before moving out to NYC two-and-a-half years ago. In California Nick played in the bands Vholtz, The Oma Yang, and Felicia & Coctopus, with whom he appeared on Amoeba Music Compilation Vol. V on the track "Whiskey Dick." Currently Nick is a student at Brooklyn College, updates several websites, and plays in several bands, including Necking, whose lineup includes Dong-Ping Wong and Josh Graver. He books shows at the cool Brooklyn living space called Dead Herring House he shares with other artists (they had a giant show there just last Saturday night). For income Nick now works at a funky, fun lil spot in New York City's Lower East Side called the Cake Shop, which is part record-store, part cafe, and part music club. It was there that I caught up with the former Amoebite recently and asked him about  the differences between East and West coasts, about his studies, his music, and his life -- before and after Amoeba.

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troll 2...the best worst movie of all time...

Posted by Brad Schelden, June 14, 2007 11:50pm | Post a Comment
I am a big fan of the 80's horror movie. I spent many hours in the video store making sure I had seen every bad 80's horror movie. However it seems that I missed one. Troll 2 is the name of this amazing movie. I had already seen the original Troll movie starring Sonny Bono and Julia Louis-Dreyfus. Which is bad in its own special way. But nothing really comes close to how bad this movie is. To start with, it has nothing to do with Troll 1. There is not even a Troll in the movie. It is about goblins who live in the town of NILBOG.
My friends Josh and Andrew were kind enough to share this movie with me last night. The movie was released a couple of years ago on DVD as a combo pack with Troll 1 and Troll 2. This movie is listed on countless lists as the worst movie of all time and has developed a crazy cult following. They show this movie around the world at midnight screenings. This little horrible movie has somehow become one of the best worst movies ever.
                                                                                                                                                                       
I seriously can't stop thinking about how amazingly horrible this movies was. It is basically about a regular family. A clueless dad and a slightly crazy mom with their 2 kids. One, an exercise crazed daughter who refuses to let her boyfriend have any friends. The other an awkward son whose only friend seems to be his dead grandpa Seth. For their vacation they switch houses with a weird family in a very small town. The town is basically all goblins but they are able to disguise themselves as humans. Or they are simply both human and goblin. They seem to be led by a Jim Jones type cult leader as well as a witchy sorceress type old lady who is played by a 12 year old girl. The towns people are all vegetarians and make the guests of the town eat weird green food which turns them into trees which then allows them to remain vegetarians and eat the humans. Somehow, someone thought this would make some sort of sense

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"OBAMA REGGAETON" + "I'VE GOT A CRUSH.....ON OBAMA" = votes

Posted by Billyjam, June 14, 2007 06:35pm | Post a Comment
obama
While Hillary Rodham Clinton's popularity among Hispanic voters currently leads the Democratic pack by a long shot, the "Amigos de Obama" are slowly gaining ground and gradually growing in numbers thanks to such showings of grassroots support for Barack Obama as the recently recorded "Obama Reggaeton," which can be heard here with lyrics printed below (scroll down). it's a catchy song that calls upon Mexican and other Hispanic voters to support Obama with a call to "Listen to gente, es tiempo para algo diferente.. What we need is un nuevo presidente*… Como Se Dice…Como Se llama? OBAMA! OBAMA!" As clearly outlined in the map (below) posted on the website supporting Obama, 13 million eligible Hispanic voters live in ten states (including California, Florida, and New York) with all but one hosting primaries on or before February 5th. Note that Texas' primary isn't until March. Roughly two thirds of the nation's Hispanic residents live in nine of the states that will hold Democratic primaries or caucuses on or before early February, 2008.

Obama is way behind Hillary in popularity with Hispanic voting Democrats, as recently reported by the New York Times, which cited polls (including the paper's own and ones carried out by CBS News) from the past few months which show that about 60 percent of registered Hispanic voters who identify themselves as Democrats have a favorable view of Hillary while a quarter do not. Meanwhile Senator Barack Obama, Democrat of Illinois, according to the Times, "remains a blank slate to many Hispanic voters, polls show, with 40% having no opinion of him. But his aspirational biography could prove a draw as more Hispanic voters get to know him." No doubt "Obama Reggaeton" can only help in this effort.

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Master Blaster

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Radiohead: Immerse Your Soul In Love

Posted by Miss Ess, June 13, 2007 04:27pm | Post a Comment
I haven't thought about Radiohead at all in about a year, really, not since I got to go see them kill it at theGreek Theater last year in Berkeley about this time.  To be honest, I don't think about them much at all anymore, but they are one of those bands that has meant a lot to me over the years.  With news today that Radiohead's new album is nearing completion, I thought it might be the right time to build a little anticipation and revisit some of their finer songs and videos.

People always want to whine that Radiohead are overblown, that they are not nearly as great as everyone always says.  I defy those people to listen to these songs and watch these videos and tell me this band is not fantastic.  Well, I do understand that not everyone wants to listen to some white overeducated English dudes complaining about alienation and having issues with technology.  I do get that.  Maybe it just doesn't float your boat.  But please, people, don't try to tell me this isn't a great and powerful band.  To each his own.  I also recognize that by thinking and talking about how Radiohead is great, I am sounding like a regular old Record Store Nerd.  But why hide who I am?  Oh well.

Oh, and I do agree that their last couple albums have not been fully up to speed....but when you have put out albums like OK Computer and The Bends, what are you gonna do??

This is "Karma Police" from OK Computer.



Effing awesome video, right?  Usually I tend to think most videos take more away from the music than they contribute to it, but this is one of those rare exceptions where I watch it and think, "Whoa" (not to quote icky Keanu Reeves).

And what about one of my favorite songs ever, "Street Spirit"?  Remember this one?  The track is from The Bends:



Another favorite is "Pyramid Song", from  Amnesiac.  This album in total is not as consistent as others, but this song is radical:


Once I went on a cruise with my entire family.  It was right around the time this album came out and this song was stuck in my head every time I went snorkeling.  I'm a huge dork I guess, but I find Radiohead's songs so moving.  Nerd town, I know.  The rhythms in this song are just like being underwater.  Again, the creepy video for once adds to the song instead of distracting from it.  And I can't think of any other song anywhere that sounds like that. 

Now here's one of my absolute faves ever too, what a mind f*ck this one is!  Check out "Just" from The Bends if you haven't ever before.  Hey, you probably haven't watched it in years at the very least. 



Love it!  I always love how unflinchingly weird Thom Yorke is.  He is so ballsy.

I guess, listening to each of these songs, I appreciate Radiohead so much because they are smart dudes.  I enjoy their themes of dread and apocalypse and aggression.  I'm really fun at parties too, I swear!

Orale, Highland Park! Friday Night at Villa Sombero (...with suprise Sopranos last episode ending)

Posted by Gomez Comes Alive!, June 13, 2007 02:44pm | Post a Comment
Friday found me at Villa Sombrero in Highland Park doing what else, drinking Margaritas! The Margaritas there are as big as the ones they make at El Conquistador, but not as potent. Jo and I are eating chips and salsa, sipping our drinks. The Dodger game is on the TV and most of the patrons are only glancing at it from time to time as they talk among friends and family. This is as neighborhood as they come. The restaurant is near the corner where York meets Figueroa in what looks like used to be a house. On the T.V., Luis Gonzalez is up with Jeff Kent on second base. When Luis was with the Diamondbacks and Kent with the Giants I hated these guys, but now with the Dodgers I like them. Yes, I’m a Dodger fan and I’m petty like that.

Gonzalez hits the ball to deep center field. Vin Scully gives his familiar, “...back to the track, to the wall…” Just as the ball is going over the fence, a young waitress in a white Mexican dress and matching orthopedic shoes changes the channel. It’s K-Cal, your official station for high-speed car chases. Why anyone is that interested in high speed chases is beyond me, but soon everyone is transfixed on the TV screen. It is a car racing down residential streets followed by police and the K-Cal copter filming up above. At the bottom of the screen it shows the name of the city where the chase is happening. It reads:

Highland Park

Everyone at the restaurant gives out a howl as their home town is on T.V. Someone shouts out, “Orale Highland Park!” with pride and everyone laughs. At that moment I see someone I recognize come through the front door.

Fade To Black

AMOEBA MUSIC, SAN FRANCISCO GRAFFITI PART III

Posted by Billyjam, June 12, 2007 03:51pm | Post a Comment
This is the third and final part in this particular graffiti-outside-Amoeba Music, San Francisco photo gallery. In the future there will be another series of pictures (some new, some not included here, and some of the same pieces from different angles) from outside Amoeba Music, San Francisco.

That next upcoming series will also include some of the graffiti in the immediate surrounding area on Haight Street -- such as that parking lot on the corner and the building directly across from Amoeba on the other side of Haight Street.

But for now, here are more shots of graf in that alley on that one side of the Amoeba building off Haight Street. As with the other two parts in this series -- posted a few days ago -- please feel free to add any stories (good or bad) or opinions (pro or con) on graffiti, or the URLS linking to cool graffiti websites, etc., in the COMMENTS box (scroll way down) below. Thanks!













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Due to popular demand:

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 12, 2007 01:01pm | Post a Comment
I don't know why people have to contact me via myspace when they could show me some mad props in the comments field on amoeba.com/blog!!!  But ... whatever. I love you!

Here it is, you lazy internet tweedles: Mouth and MacNeil!!!!!


Of course, when Uni and I perform this song, there will be much much less sexual tension, though no one can eradicate the sensual power of this song! If you are in Scotland, Paris or arounds about England, check Uni's myspace page for tour dates in your area! Don't miss out on this magical extravaganza!!

Ding!

-- Brickly

Interview with Gary Floyd on Pioneering Queercore Group The Dicks and Their Punk Classic "Dicks Hate The Police"

Posted by Billyjam, June 12, 2007 09:29am | Post a Comment



Gary Floyd deserves major credit, not just for being such a talented artist but for being an openly gay front person of a punk band in Texas back in the late seventies/early eighties. And this he boldly did as the powerhouse vocalist for legendary hardcore punk band Dicks {aka The Dicks}, the self-described "commie faggot" blues-derived, hardcore punk band who released their brilliant, rage-fueled first single, "Dicks Hate the Police," in 1980 on (fellow Austin punks) MDC's R Radical record label.

"Dicks Hate The Police," which many later learned via Mudhoney's cover version as well as from (Gary's next band) Sister Double Happiness performing it, is a timeless punk classic (see video performance of it above and lyrics below) and is currently available on The Dicks 1980-1986 on Alternative Tentacles. After the Dicks' demise, the tireless Gary Floyd, who has lived in San Francisco for the past 25 years, went on to form Sister Double Happiness, Black Kali Ma, the Gary Floyd Band, Hard Ride and currently, the raw blues/country Gary Floyd and the Buddha Brothers.

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another day of new releases...6/12

Posted by Brad Schelden, June 11, 2007 09:14pm | Post a Comment
 Queens of the Stone Age is just one of those bands that I can't stop liking. I always think that some day I will get sick of them and move on. But then I listen to them again and I just start liking them again. I have liked Mr. Josh Homme for a while now I guess. But not near as long as those into the early days of Kyuss. I didn't really listen to him until the first self titled Queens of the Stone Age album in 1998. The first place I probably heard them was at the Hole in the Wall or The Eagle. I think I quickly realized that this was a band I needed in my life. And then I got a bit obsessed with Rated R in 2000. I was a bit too busy with my shoe gaze and brit pop in the 90s to  pay much attention to Josh Homme's 90's band Kyuss. His stuff didn't really sound like anything I was into which I guess is why I was intrigued. I think I probably needed something a bit harder in my music life. I needed some good stoner rock. I have since gone back and discovered all the great Kyuss and Desert Sessions albums.

The Queens of the Stone Age really got popular when "Rated R" came out. A couple years later they put out "Songs For the Deaf" in 2002. We did a huge instore with them at the Hollywood Amoeba. This is when I still worked there and I remember having fun with the sperm artwork for the album. I helped Kara decorate for some of the instores back then and it was hard to resist the sperm artwork on the posters. This was the album that gave us "No One Knows." Nick Oliveri left the band after this album. I am sure his departure will eventually be dramatized in the biopic about the Queens. Lullabies to Paralyze came out a couple years later in 2005.  The Queens of the Stone Age now release their fifth studio album.

"Era Vulgaris" is the fifth album.  I already seriously love the little character in all the artwork. I mean how could you not love a drunk pirate light bulb with a peg leg. The new album has not strayed too far from what we know as the sound of the Queens of the Stone Age. Josh's signature voice is as great as ever. The album kind of has Hollywood as it theme instead of the desert this time. The album features collaborations by Mark Lanegan and Julian Casablancas. While I have liked certain songs on the last two albums, I have not entirely loved the whole albums since Rated R. But "Era Vulgaris" is actually turning out to be another great album. You can listen to the whole album right now on the bands website. Which is what I am doing right now. The band, of course is not for everyone. I am sometimes surprised of myself for actually liking them. But Josh and friends do something for me. There is no denying the man has a sexy voice. And the band is a nice alternative to some of the bands that I usually listen to. Its always fun to see these guys live as well. I have seen them on most of their tours and it is always exciting to hear the new songs live.

Also out today is the deluxe version of the Sonic Youth album "Daydream Nation." This was their last album of the 80's released in 1988. It is the album that sort of finally brought them some popularity and it remains a fan favorite. It is on countless top album lists. The reissue is similar to what we have seen before with their first two 90;s albums "Goo" and "Dirty." It includes the original album with one bonus track on the first disc. The second disc is live versions of the entire album. They are from different recordings but all from the original tour after the release of the original album. Disc two also includes 4 covers recorded in the studio. 

Sonic Youth are always great at combining experimental styles with accessible pop styles. This is what has made them so popular and their fans so loyal. They have never drastically changed their style. They have always sort of been Sonic Youth. Especially beginning with Daydream Nation. Which is when they got most of their fans. These fans, me included, have been a loyal bunch. Mostly because they have consistently released excellent albums. The album will also be released in a 4 lp box on their own label in a couple weeks or so. They have been very good to their fans by always releasing their new albums on vinyl. But they have also been reissuing  their albums on lp as well as cd.

 Sonic Youth are also know for their amazing live shows. I have seen them many times over the years. I try to never miss them when they come to town because I know the shows will always be amazing. Another amazing thing about this album release is that it is followed by a tour. But this tour is for this album only. They will be peforming the entire "Daydream Nation" album live. Fans are going crazy I'm sure. Unfortunately they are only playing a couple show in the U.S. Basically its Chicago, L.A., and San Francisco. Lucky for me they are playing at Berkeley Community Theater on July 19th. Amazingly both the S.F. and L.A. show are not sold out yet! So go buy your tickets right now!

Here is a list of the Daydream Nation tour....

June 2 - Barcelona, Spain - Primavera Festival
June 21 - Munich, Germany - Tollwood Festival
June 27 - Berlin, Germany - Columbia Halle
July 5 - Turin, Italy - Spazio
July 6 - Ferrara, Italy - Piazza Castello
July 7 - Rome, Italy - Teatro Romano di Ostia Antica
July 13 - Chicago, IL - Pitchfork Festival
July 19 - Berkeley, CA - Berkeley Community Theater
July 20 - Los Angeles, CA - Greek Theater
August 30 - London, England - Roundhouse
August 31 - London, England - Roundhouse
September 1 - London, England - Roundhouse

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Under Cover

Posted by phil blankenship, June 11, 2007 05:23pm | Post a Comment
 





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The Strange Case of the Jimmy Dean Doll

Posted by Job O Brother, June 11, 2007 12:06pm | Post a Comment
Something I didn't discuss in my blog about our trip to 29 Palms was Logan's unaccountable fetishism of a James Dean doll she purchased at an Amoeba Music auction*. With each passing day, she seemed to become increasingly devoted to this figurine.

At first, it was a funny prop with which to take our pictures. No harm in that.
But then she started taking snapshots of James around the house, or landscape pictures. The final photos here are ones I took when she was simply playing with the doll, unaware that someone was watching her.

I'm considering staging an intervention...


STAGE 1: Fun & Games





Stage 2: Come Back to the 5 & Dime, Melissa Logan, Melissa Logan





Stage 3: Whatever Happened to Baby Logan?





*Every Saturday, Amoeba Music Hollywood holds charity auctions in an effort to raise funds for various causes, such as environment improvement and aid for the Gulf Coast. These are usually hosted by the hilarious Brently Heilbron, who keeps things moving at a brisk and funny pace. Chances are you will discover some rad trinket that you suddenly can't live without, and it's ridiculous how cheap you can buy them. Best part is, all the money goes to deeply sexy causes.

Auctions are every Saturday at 4:00. Bring your rent money.

(In which the group's adventures come to a close.)

Posted by Job O Brother, June 11, 2007 09:14am | Post a Comment
Everyone awoke a little gloomy. It was our last day, and check-out time was only four hours away. Logan in-particular was not okay with this and sought out the front desk to plea our case. The result was a new check-out time of four o’clock, at no additional charge.

I’m not sure what Logan had to do to get this sweet deal; knowing her, they were probably just charmed, but that makes for a boring blog, so let’s pretend she seduced the owner’s wife, or at the very least threatened them with rad karate moves.


"Hit me with your best shot" - Logan in control

With only half a day left, the majority agreed that the best thing to do was give me a haircut.

Uh, wha...? Really? It’s that bad?

What I saw as my sexy, shaggy mop – so hip and suave was, unbeknownst to me, something akin to Eric Stoltz’ hot look in the movie “Mask”. Apparently I had been unwittingly turning Greek adventurers into stone with my mere hairdo. Who knew?


Bad hair daze: Eric Stoltz, Medusa, and me

Carrie was adamant. She was going to cut my hair. My boyfriend immediately switched to publicist mode, yelling demands and controlling events from his chaise lounge. “Short!” he kept shouting, “Short… short!”


BEFORE: Carrie assesses the situation


The Master Hair-stylist can adapt to any situation


Beauty and the Beast

My own opinions were merely tolerated as flights of fancy. I had been reduced to a pre-Suffragette woman with hopes of one day earning a living for herself, winning the right to vote, or at the very least, opening her own door without being seen as a dangerous lesbian.

“All I want is a room of my own,” I implored, “Or a beer and a smoke. Get me a beer and a smoke!” I transformed into a high-maintenance star. I demanded fresh, cold bruskis and lit cigarettes. Logan, who photographed the event, became my unwitting slave.

“I want music!” I howled.

“The turntable’s in the living room,” Logan explained.

“Then move it into the kitchen!” I screeched. I reasoned I could afford to be so petulant, because I had subjected myself to the group’s desire to convert my coiffure. Suddenly, the cliché roles of Hollywood celebrity-versus-production company made new sense to me. They wanted to use me as a product; as such, my body/mind must succumb to their vision, the payoff for which is the need to keep me happy, lest I sabotage everything.

It’s a circle of life.


AFTER: Apparently I gained 15 pounds during my haircut

To her credit, Carrie gave me what I honestly believe to be the best haircut I’ve e’er had.

(For the last six or seven years of my life I have cut my own hair. I began doing this out of spite. Every time I went to a barber, I would carefully and clearly explain what I wanted, then they would proceed to do whatever gruesome scheme had been dictated them over the night by the dog down the street. Hair by Son of Sam. And for this I would pay money. Actual money! Finally I snapped and refused to stay in such an abusive relationship.

“I may well f**k up my hair by cutting it myself,” I reasoned, “But at least I won’t be paying for it, too.”)

After the styling, Corey couldn’t keep his hands off me, which is exactly the sort of behavior I encourage.


"Get that camera out of my love life!" - Job & Corey, post-haircut

The four of us milled around our beloved bungalow and lamented losing it. The time came to pack and we did. It was the first time in three days we had to do something we didn’t want to do, and we were little, whinny, crybabies about it.

Logan spoke of returning to Los Angeles as though she were being returned to Guantanamo Bay.

With heavy hearts and a loaded car, we left 29 Palms. We set course for an hour-long detour through scenic Joshua Tree. Carrie took it upon herself to play DJ with my 80-gig iPod, causing sonic whiplash as she segued from “Miss Clare Remembers” by Enya to “Nasty” by Janet Jackson.


We stopped along the way to take photographs. At some point during the shoot, Logan and Corey spotted a rattlesnake relaxing nearby. At the exact moment they announced this, I was snapping a picture of Carrie, and the face I captured is hilarious! But to keep her from deleting it, she made me promise not to post it. Let me tell you, you are missing out. But a promise is a promise and you won’t see it here on my blog.

HOWEVER, send $17.00 and a blank t-shirt to me, c/o Amoeba Music Hollywood, and I will make you a “Carrie reacts to news of a rattlesnake” t-shirt; destined to be a collector’s item and quite possibly the end of her friendship with me.


Christine McVie & Stevie Nicks... oh wait, it's Logan & Carrie.


"We'll build the next Amoeba Music on that rock, there" - Logan & Job

By the time we made it through the desert, night had fallen. It wasn’t long before we were once again engulfed in neon lights and acres of strip-malls.


This is what a Manager of Amoeba Music looks like. Apply within.

We stopped at In-n-Out Burger. Carrie and I could have sworn we saw a customer order “peppers” and receive some from behind the counter. She and Logan were also wowed by my fries, which I had ordered “animal-style”, an option they weren’t aware existed. I also order my double-double “protein-style”, which is sans-bun for those of you not in-the-know. It led to us pondering what secrets In-n-Out still has.

“What other options are there?” we wondered. Could I order my milkshake “Full House” and receive it with an autographed 8x10 glossy of a nude John Stamos?

Dude… that would rock...


[Insert a few minutes of silence here as the author ponders this, before sudden embarrassment snaps him back to reality.]

Logan was beginning to suffer from her recent sunburn, but gallantly drove us the whole way, cashing in on that private-reserve of stoic determination that God bequeaths all Daughters of Sappho. We played games of 20 Questions the whole ride home.

(I was unjustly ridiculed for some of my answers, dear reader. You would be horrified to learn of the way my fellow travelers abused me during this game. It was inevitable that my best friend and my boyfriend, meeting on this vacation for the first time, would eventually join forces against me. It was cruel, oh my brothers, so that even the Angels would weep for my soul as it was tormented by my friends’ total poopy-facedness.)

It’s moments like now that make having a blog so worthwhile.

Logan and Carrie dropped Corey and I off at his home, and we said our good-byes.

The next day, Carrie and I rendezvoused one last time for a brief shopping stint on Melrose, then we walked to Amoeba, where a taxi took her away from us. John Doe was playing an in-store, but even that couldn’t lighten Logan or my heart.

Huge, grey storm-clouds appeared and began drizzling. Babies cried, and mothers went out in a vain search for food. Men stood in unemployment lines, as cattle died of disease. Stock markets crashed and World Trade Centers crumbled again and again. French fries turned cold. In short, all was lame.

Until ten minutes later when I began watching season two of “The L Word”.

The end!

LOOKING GOOD FOR THE PRICE OF A BAG OF SKITTLES

Posted by Billyjam, June 11, 2007 07:02am | Post a Comment
Ever eat  M&Ms or Skittles and notice how they leave their coloring on your lips? Kinda like lipstick. Well, female inmates at prisons such as the Charlotte County Jail, where it's against the rules to bring in or to wear makeup, remembered this little fact and have been effectively putting it to use -- improvising with candy or food items (allowed inside prison walls) like Skittles, instant coffee, and Crystal Light to make make-up (including lipstick and eye-shadow) to look purdee. Inmates in-the-know call it "fake-up" and even at the jacked up, over-inflated prison prices for a bag of Skittles, it's still a hell of a lot cheaper than a visit to the M-A-C counter at your local MACYS

In addition to Skittles, which mixed with hair grease makes great, long lasting lip-stick or eye-shadow, inmates also use ink pens or instant coffee to improvise as eye-liner and Crystal Light as blush. Glitter, carefully shaken off cards from inmates' families, with a little grease to hold it on makes for some festive eye-liner. "Vaseline for my lips and a little bit of coffee and Crystal Light mixed, so it's neutral," one unidentified inmate told a Florida newspaper who reported the story a couple of days ago.

This uncommon use of a common item, under-the-general-radar but common knowledge among the female prison population, has been recently uncovered by the media in light of Paris Hilton's current jail stint. Over the weekend Nicole Oliverio at the Charlotte News Herald reported the story. CNN also picked it up and ran this piece that you've gotta check out. Just click here to the link and it will pop up in a full screen video player on your computer screen.

AMOEBLOG READER FEEDBACK REQUESTED:
    
If you personally know of any innovative and clever MacGyver-type transformations/uses of everyday products that you would like to share, please add them to the COMMENTS box below. Meantime, check out these Skittles facts and the classic 80's Skittles TV commercial.

SKITTLES FACTS:

S = The letter emblazoned on each individual colored Skittle
UK = Country of origin of Skittles                                                         
Czech Republic = Country manufactured by division of Mars
1974  = Year first introduced to the USA                                    
1981 = Year production in US began
Data-Sorting Teaching Tool = Use of Skittles by the University of North Carolina.
Illicit Drug Smuggling = another non-intended use of bags of Skittles
Taste the rainbow of fruit flavors = Theme of the 1980's US TV advertising campaign. Hit PLAY below to view.

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There's BLACK METAL and then there's

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 10, 2007 10:36pm | Post a Comment
I love this:



Of course, there's a million reasons. But I will only bore you with a few because I am aware that I am not fascinating: a lot of the time, I don't give a flippin damn what someone has to say with the lyrics they agonized writing - like Shelley in a smelly, dive bar. Sometimes? I don't care!!!!!! Raaaaaaarrrrgh!!! Also, it's like the man said, "... essentially I'm an animal, so just what do I do with all the aggression?"



Mellow me will put on a Mono album such as ...


or Explosions in the Sky.


Also, I think in a couple of years my hair will resemble the dude on vocals. At which point I will find someone very gullible and say that that was me in the video, and we had everyone else stand in holes like they did when filming the Hobbits in Lord of the Rings. I will not live this lie, but I will ride it for an hour or so. Then, laughter. (mine)

Of course, I also love this:

 


Ha! Ha! Baby goat!! Ha Ha!! Is anyone else very sad that they do not have a pet like this goat? Please raise your hands. Also, is anyone else very sad that they cannot order merchandise, (cough ShopperTshirt Addict cough) from Mono? Or that I seem to have lost my copy of  The Earth is Not a Cold Dead Place ... ?

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Death Dream

Posted by phil blankenship, June 10, 2007 08:39pm | Post a Comment
 



Gorgon Video MP 3054

so real....oh really...is it really so real...songs from jeff buckley...

Posted by Brad Schelden, June 10, 2007 01:56pm | Post a Comment
It is always a little weird when a "new" album comes out  from someone who has died years ago. But I guess not really that weird when you look at the rest of the music industry. Most of the jazz and classical artists have been long dead yet continue to put out new albums. The industry is sometimes built on the collections and live albums of recently departed artists. Albums from Johnny Cash and Ray Charles sold by the millions after their deaths. Maybe its just weird since Jeff Buckley died so young. I can only  begin to imagine the albums he could have continued to put out if he was still alive. After the death of Elliott Smith I had to get rid of all his records. I just didn't really want to deal with the fact he was gone. Listening to his records had been depressing enough when he was alive. I couldn't imagine how much worse it would be knowing he had taken his life.

However, my experience with Jeff Buckley is a bit different. I have to admit I had not really discovered him until after his passing and the release of "Sketches for my Sweetheart the Drunk." This is the album he was working on before his death. It has  now been 10 years since his death. So I have been loving Mr. Jeff Buckley for about 10 years now. The first time I heard him I swore it was some new PJ Harvey songs that I had not heard yet. His voice is really amazing. The songs are all heartbreaking and beautiful. "Sketches" remains one of my favorite albums. There have been a few live and collected albums out in the last 10 years. So  we now get another one." So Real" is a collection of album tracks and live tracks from over the years. I will also admit that I am not usually a fan of  the live album. I would just rather see the live performance in person and listen to the studio album at home. Since I will not get the chance to see him live, this is as good as it will get. The album offers a fairly good introduction to Mr. Buckley.  Included on this compilation is an excellent live version of "So Real." It also includes an unreleased cover of the Smiths song "I Know it's Over." The album is mostly just a selection of songs from "Grace," "Sketches" and "Live at Sin-E" with a couple extras put on. Its mostly just an excuse for me to get obsessed with Jeff Buckley again. I have been listening to this album over and over again. I have also got out all of his other albums and have been revisiting them.

If you don't have any Jeff Buckley albums you really should just start out with the excellent Legacy Edition of "Grace." This is his first and only real studio album. This edition includes the original album Grace. Which is excellent on its own. It includes "Last Goodbye," "Hallelujah," and "So Real." There is also a bonus disc with 13 tracks. But the best part of this collection is the extra DVD. It includes a documentary and the videos from the album. It becomes much more important to have a visual portrait of someone who is no longer around. It offers great insight into the man that is Jeff Buckley. This album is like an emotional roller coaster. It remains a favorite album of many. I know that record companies are often just trying to squeeze some extra money out of their artists that pass away. But I look at it more as a gift to the fans. We really do want anything we can get from these favorite artists of ours. Without any real "new" material its nice to have at least these collections and deluxe editions. They keep me satisfied.

GRAFFITI ART OUTSIDE AMOEBA MUSIC SF, PART II

Posted by Billyjam, June 10, 2007 08:35am | Post a Comment

After yesterday's AMOEBLOG (the first part of this three part showcase of the graffiiti art outside Amoeba Music on Haight St.) two good comments were posted -- both positive/pro graffiti art. Melissa in SF wrote that she is also in favor of graffiti as art but how she'd "wish they'd clean up them big heads in the back...it's all messed up with cheap tags and dirt, and that has been my fave piece forever!" -- this in reference to one of the heads captured in the pic to the left here and also below in four pics. I agree with Melissa. And to me these particular images are just so striking that I literally could stand (or sit) in front of them for hours on end gazing upon their blinding beauty. And truth-be-told, I have spent a lot of time doing just that -- sitting down for long periods and slowly taking in the street art in front of me. It's no different than going to a gallery/museum and allowing ample time to fully absorb an art exhibit. Which reminds me of one time a few years ago downtown San Francisco on opening night for the MoMa for some hot, hot show. I wish I could remember exactly what the new about-to-be-unveiled exhibit was. It was one of those really well-publicized and hyped exhibits that everyone was talking about at the time...kinda like the buzz surrounding the ongoing Vivienne Westwood show in SF. But anyway, the point was that it was opening night and there was a huge mob of people (many there to be seen or to simply chug down the complimentary wine and cheese) all queuing up outside. In fact, the line was so long it snaked all the way down Third Street towards Mission and around the corner down this little alley/side street. But on that side street on that chilly San Francisco evening, as everyone was chatting and looking ahead wishing for the line to move faster, right to their left (behind a wire fence) were all these stunningly beautiful fresh graffiti pieces. But the people in line, anxious to get inside, all seemed to ignore the street art that (in my opinion at the time) was way better than the exhibit inside. The point being that street art, like the graffiti that adorns the outside walls of Amoeba SF and across the street from the store too and all around the immediate Haight Street 'hood, is in reality a wonderful public art gallery there to be enjoyed, and better still, it never has a cover charge.

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Lou & The Trece - Baseball Stories, Part 1

Posted by Gomez Comes Alive!, June 9, 2007 05:36pm | Post a Comment
I grew up in the seventies and early eighties in Gardena, Ca, a town in the South Bay sandwiched between the hoods of South L.A. on the north and east and the suburbs of Torrance on the west and south. The Mexican gang in my neighborhood growing up was GX13 (Gardena Trece). Most people in the city either feared or loathed GX13. They would graffiti the town overnight with names straight out of a Luis Rodriguez novel. There was Killer, Joker, Puppet, Tiny, names taken out of a Cholo 101 handbook. The local paper would write about Gardena’s gang epidemic and everyone in our small town would get scared. The truth was a lot of these guys in GX13 were young guys who just liked to party and were about as dangerous as puppies. But there were a few snappers in the bunch that were very dangerous and would turn on you in a second. When you hung out with those guys, you always had to keep your guard up.

At the age of twelve, I started to hang out with some of the little brothers of some of the older gangsters. Then the gangsters started to hang out with us at the park. They always seemed to be having a good time and they were proud of who they were. They spoke neither full Spanish nor English, just a concoction of the two languages mixed together adding slang that they picked up from relatives and other vatos. They had Mexican iconic tattoos and drove primered lowriders, ready for the next step into their car’s evolution into lowriderism. As tempting as it was to join that life, my friends and I were intercepted by a man named Louis Marchese. Lou, as we called him, was one of the original members of GX13 when it was a car club in the fifties. It was full of vato locos that smoked marijuana openly in a time before the hippies made it social. He got out of that life when he had a son, who was my age and also playing baseball on our team. Lou spent several years coaching us in little league and playing ball with us every day during the summer in order to deter us from getting into trouble. After long hours of catching and batting practice, the last thing I wanted to do was run around town with the gangsters. I was too beat.

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GRAFFITI ART ADORNS WALLS OUTSIDE OF AMOEBA MUSIC, SF

Posted by Billyjam, June 9, 2007 01:19pm | Post a Comment

                                                                                                                                                                   
I have loved graffiti for as long as I can remember. I guess from when I first saw it way back in the day emblazoned on the sides of New York City subway cars. That was 1978 and I was real young and had arrived in New York City -- fresh off the plane from Ireland -- my first time in America. Arriving in New York City in the late seventies was scary and being faced with the vision of graffiti (something I had never seen before) was at first a shock, but soon it provided a sense of comfort. And within a short time I grew to love this subway and street art that seemed to be everywhere in those days. This was back in hip-hop's early days -- before the so-called "four elements" had been drummed into impressionable minds by "hip-hop academics" -- I.E: people who came to the music/culture after the fact and from outside, but who nonetheless wrote the books (literally) on this culture that they learned of secondhand.

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San Francisco's Amoebapalooza Is Upon Us

Posted by Miss Ess, June 8, 2007 11:50pm | Post a Comment

Larry Sanders, California Raisin

Posted by Miss Ess, June 8, 2007 10:39pm | Post a Comment
So every time I sit down to watch the Larry Sanders Show I am distracted by many things.  The show's First Season is really a time capsule of the early 1990s. Janeane Garofalo seems so young in her plaid grunge-y dresses and leggings.  Jeremy Piven is so obviously balding (now on Entourage he has a mysteriously full head of hair).  Larry has a plethora of skinny Southwestern-y belts.  There's scrunchies and body suits and so much more-- a veritable parade of nearly forgotten 90s fashions!  But what is most distracting from the program for me is the fact that Garry Shandling so closely resembles a giant raisin.

Despite the distractions, the show is actually funny.  I'm guessing most people have seen it before, but growing up in a non premium cable household, I didn't even know it existed until recently.  It's interesting to watch now, seeing as I have immersed myself in HBO shows on DVD feverishly for the last 3 years or so.  Apparently this show was one of the first.  Now it reminds me of Curb Your Enthusiasm, one of my favorites. 

Larry Sanders has his own late night TV talk show, and we the viewers are invited to watch the goings-on both in front of and behind the scenes.  Now this as a concept for a tv show almost can't be beat.  It's up there with a bar where "everybody knows your name" and a giant cruise ship that "soon will be making another run".  The workplace is always just ripe for good television (they really should make a show about Amoeba, no joke), and with major opportunities for celeb guest appearances and self referential comedy, this show has a pretty much perfect set up and all the smarts to pull it off.  It's not as energetic and giddily addicting as HBO's shows now, but it's got its own slow-burn charm.  This show, now that I am watching it, has obviously been highly influential on everyone else, including that other comedic Larry,  Mr. Larry David himself It's quite innovative too.  There's never any background music to set the scenes.  There's no laugh track or live audience either.  It's just the dialogue.  That gives the laughs all the power, and it's an interesting break from the still- tired norm.....and this was shot in 1992!

The cast is also a big part of the likability of the show.  Rip Torn as Larry's boss Arty is amazing and hilarious and dry.  My boyfriend thinks Hank (Jeffery Tambor) is the funniest. (He wants me to add that.) He thinks everything is funny though.  I find Larry's wife unrealistic.  Does anyone else?  Their relationship seems shallow and odd, no chemistry.....maybe they could have worked on that as much as the relationships between coworkers.  My favorites are the writers, Phil and Jerry, played by Jeremy Piven and Wallace Langham.  They are always troublemakers.  Having so many celebs play themselves is a good time too.  Some people are better at it than others!

How is it that Byron Allen, often the butt of jokes on The Larry Sanders Show, is still on the air (albeit in syndication) and this show ended in 1998?

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Linda Lovelace For President

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come on down...the end of the price is right$$$

Posted by Brad Schelden, June 7, 2007 09:15pm | Post a Comment
 Like a lot of people, I grew up watching the game shows. I really did love them. More than soap operas. Even more than the Joan Rivers show and Oprah. There was just something about them that got me so excited. The thrill of winning and living through the contestants was really exciting. These were all real people winning real money. The Price is Right was one of my favorites. Along with Password, The Match Game, 10,000 Pyramid and Family Feud. What really made these shows so great was the host. I absolutely looked forward to when these shows were on TV. It made being home sick a lot better knowing that the game shows would be on. Every chance I got I would be watching them. Bob Barker was the Price is Right. It is the  longest running game show and he is longest running game show host. It is actually only the longest running game show in english. The fabulous spanish language variety game show, Sabado Gigante, has actually been on a bit longer.  The Price is Right actually premiered way back in 1956. But it was not until 1972 that Bob Barker was brought in and the show became what we all know as the Price is Right. Next Friday, June 15th is Bob Barker's last day on the Price is Right. The Era of the great game show had pretty much ended years ago. Although Jeopardy and The Wheel of Fortune continue on, the old classic game show no longer really exists. Bob Barker and The Price is Right is really the last to go.

Shows like Password and The Match Game were great because they had the celebrity guest stars. So it was the regular person competing against the other regular person. The celebrities were just helping them out. The shows were hilarious because of the celebrities. The everyday people were not really the focus of the shows. However, The Price Is Right were all about the everyday person. You could find every kind of person on that show. It was not just good looking 20 something professionals like the other  shows. You had everyone from jock college guys to sassy old grandmothers. This is what made the show so great. Everybody had to buy things and compare prices. So really, anybody could play the show. The show was so exciting because of the way it was set up. You had a huge audience who were all excited. Because anybody from the audience could be competing that day. Nothing was predetermined. And those contestants were so excited! They seemed to be just as excited to meet Bob Barker as they were excited to possibly win a new kitchen set. Or a new Car!!! Always the most exciting prize.

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LOCAL ARTISTS REPRESENT AT NORTH OAKLAND STREET FAIR

Posted by Billyjam, June 7, 2007 04:46pm | Post a Comment

In addition to the increasingly popular and highly recommended fun, monthly Oakland Art Walk (first Fridays at the numerous gallery spaces, including Rock Paper Scissors and Mama Buzz Cafe, within the happening few blocks of Telegraph and 23rd), this weekend's 4th Annual Temescal Street Fair, further down Telegraph Ave. towards Berkeley between 48th and 51st Streets, and featuring tons of talented up-and-coming local artists, is further proof of Oakland's exciting ongoing grassroots arts explosion. Sponsored by the Temescal Merchants Association and the Temescal Telegraph Community, the Temescal Street Fair, which will take place on Saturday, June 9th from noon until 6:00PM, will feature a lot of genuine local artists. Unlike many fairs, which feature out-of-town vendors peddling stuff purchased for resale, the Temescal organizers insist that all artists create all their own work and, equally important, they live in Oakland.

Mixed-media artist Sarah Chase is such a participant.  And under the moniker Lucky Space Monkey (the name of her cute clothing line -- t-shirts, hoodies & handbags -- that features funny monkey imagery), she will be one of the artists displaying/selling her wearable art on Saturday -- specifically t-shirts that have screen printed images and embroidery. These images will include hot rod cars, flames, skulls, dragons, sharks and waves. Sewing since she was 8 years old, Sarah is also a painter, and the images on her clothing line are inspired by her paintings. The designs draw upon imagery of the circus, pirates and urban myths and the Loch Ness monster (including her pic above left titled "Lore of Levithan").

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Slammer Girls

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IT'S THE AMERICAN IN HER: PENELOPE HOUSTON & THE AVENGERS

Posted by Billyjam, June 6, 2007 10:08am | Post a Comment
   
Exactly thirty years ago, June 1977, pioneering San Francisco punk band The Avengers, fronted by a very talented and very young songwriter & vocalist named Penelope Houston, emerged onto the then very fledgling US punk scene to play their first show. Over the next two years, this band, which featured Greg Ingraham (guitar), Jimmy Wilsey (bass), and Danny Furious (drums), would go on to blaze a trail of raw, adrenaline-fueled, politically charged punk rock legend, tirelessly playing a hundred-plus shows that included countless gigs at their hometown punk mecca, The Mabuhay Gardens, booked by the late, great SF punk visionary Dirk Dirkson, and sharing bills with the Dead Kennedys, X, the Go-Gos, and even the Sex Pistols for their final show at Winterland in January 1978. 

The Avengers are one of those bands of legend that most people didn't catch the first time around but learned of them after they had broken up - thanks mainly to their releases most of which surfaced after the band's demise.  In fact during their whirlwind two year existence the Avengers only released one three-song 7" record on Dangerhouse Records.  Their second record (the four-song 12" EP on White Noise) didn't drop until after they had disbanded and the record that most people know them by (the self-titled pink album) wasn't released until much later in 1983.  But none of this mattered to the legions of fans who later discovered and fell in love with such timeless Avengers songs as "I Believe In Me" "Fuck You" "White Nigger" "Corpus Christi" and "The American In Me" whose lyrics are reprinted below  along with a video clip of the Avengers performing the song circa '78 (scroll all the way down to end of thithe avengerss article). 

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Manu Chao Live @ The Sport Arena 5/2/07

Posted by Gomez Comes Alive!, June 6, 2007 04:11am | Post a Comment

The sounds of my neighborhood, Cypress Park, remind me of Manu Chao; a mixture of cultures clashing about on the streets -- police sirens, the bell ringing from a paletero’s ice cream cart, children playing in the streets, Sonidero blasting out of a big truck, teenage punk bands practicing in garages and loud TV’s trying to drown it all out. It all mixes together, creating its own symphony, much like Manu Chao's music, which is rooted in what bands like The Clash started. It is reggae influenced punk rock mixed with various influences picked up while traveling the world. While The Clash discovered America, Manu Chao found kinship in Latin America. In his music you can hear the Nueva Trova influences from South America. You can hear all the nights hanging out, drinking and playing every record from the Fania, Trojan and Disco Fuentes catalog. You can hear the influence of touring with such great bands like Tijuana No!, Maldita Vecindad and Negu Gorriak while he was in the band Mano Negra.

In all that, you can still hear his voice come through all the influences.
 
On Saturday, Manu Chao played The Sport Arena, located in the heart of South L.A. on MLK and Figueroa. The Sports Arena is rarely used now that the Staple Center is around a few miles away in the newly gentrified part of downtown Los Angeles. The only other show I've seen at The Sports Arena was Notorious B.I.G. (Biggie Smalls) -- The Wu Tang Clan and Ice Cube opened the show and absolutely rocked the spot. When it was time for Biggie to go on, a massive fight started and LAPD came in riot gear and the show ended early. A year later Biggie was dead and I never got my chance to see him perform.

Last time I saw Manu Chao was in San Diego. It was a great show for many reasons -- the first being that I went with someone I barely knew that soon became my partner in crime for many adventures to come. The second reason was that I was saw Manu Chao for the first time and third, the show was close enough to Tijuana that many Mexicanos were in attendance. Saturday’s show was cool for different reasons. My partner in crime went with me again. I almost canceled on her because I had a really high fever and the beginnings of a really bad cold. However, the minute I walked into the venue, my sickness seemed to just disappear. I saw many people that I knew. I saw people from local bands, regular customers that shop at Amoeba and old friends I haven’t seen in a while. I missed the opening act, Mexican Dubwiser, the mash-up master from Monterey, NL, Mexico. You can check him out every Wednesday at Club Nativo! at Zanzibar in Santa Monica.

Before the show, they played a couple of his new songs from his upcoming album, Radiolandia, over the P.A. Once on stage, Manu and his band, Radio Bemba, played songs off Clandestino and Proxima Estacion: Esperanza and some Mano Negra classics. Now that I've seen him twice it’s safe to say that all his shows are quite the same. In fact, if you checked his live DVD, Babylonia En Gaugua, it's pretty much nearly the same show. The power of Manu Chao comes from what he says in his songs and what it means to all of us who attend his shows. It’s not preaching to the converts. His songs are a reaffirmation of what we already know. His songs are our songs. We are the immigrants in "Clandestino," we are the wandering soul in "Desaparecido." We are those who have been constantly lied to ("Mentiras") and those who are lost in love ("Me Gustas Tu"). Everyone in the audience has a Manu Chao song that is close to his or her heart. As each song started I looked around to see the reactions of the different people around me. The college kids were psyched when "Welcome To Tijuana" came on, perhaps missing the irony behind it. During "Me Gustas Tu," all the gay, straight, interracial, immigrant and born in the U.S. couples embraced. During the Mano Negra songs, the old-school rockeros got up and started moshing in a sea of black band t-shirts. My partner in crime suddenly dragged me out on the floor to dance. One second we are skanking, the next minute we are in a Cumbia bliss followed by some pogo dancing. At the end of the show, the fever that I had forgotten about returned with a vengeance.

I spent the next two days in bed, sicker than I had been in a while. Going to the show was probably a bad idea physically, but spiritually it was needed and sometimes the trade-off is well worth it. As I laid in bed, I turned on the TV, the stereo, opened my window and let the outside sounds come in. My roommate was blasting Reggae from her room. The dogs were barking next door as my neighbor sang Baladas from the top of his lungs. The King Taco down the street was hopping with brisk Sunday business and across the street from them, the men argued about cars over some beers. After hearing all this, I closed my eyes, pulled the blankets over my feverish body and created my own Manu Chao influenced street symphony in my head. Once again my fever was forgotten.

The Ladies Club

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THE THINGS THAT PEOPLE WITH TOO MUCH DISPOSABLE TIME DO:

Posted by Billyjam, June 5, 2007 08:19am | Post a Comment
         

Call me cynical, but when I first heard about the almost two thousand strong mob of white folks* gathered in Kansas City a couple of days ago (all at their own expense) to play "Smoke On The Water" on their guitars for five minutes and then leave, the first thing that popped into my mind was that recurring line from some of my favorghost dogite Jim Jarmusch films. You know, the one uttered in both Dead Man and Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai that goes "stupid fuckin' white people."

Okay, so I admit, I am cynical and you might even accuse me of being self-hating, since I, too, am white. No matter. I still think what I think. And I think that if this same level of commitment and focus were directed at, say, getting Bush out of office right now, that the country might be in a better position to gather en masse to collectively strum 'dah, dah, dah.....dah, dah, dahdah....dah, dah, dah...dah dahdah!'

In case you didn't already hear this story: on Sunday exactly 1683 guitarists all converged at the Community America Ballpark in Kansas City to collectively beat a Guinness Book of World Records record set in Vancouver in 1994 when 1323 similarly minded guitar pickers gathered to be the largest gathering of individuals to simultaneously play on guitar the familiar riff of Deep Purple's "Smoke on the Water" (from their 1972 album Machine Head).  

And on Sunday, June 3rd, as part of a stunt organized by local radio station KYYS, the gathering of 1683 guitarists* (acoustic and electric), who traveled to Kansas City from all over the globe and who ranged in age from toddlers to senior citizens, did successfully accomplish what they set out to, collectively play that famous classic-rock riff for five minutes, and consequently made a new Guinness World Record. 

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out today 6/5...pelican...long blondes...

Posted by Brad Schelden, June 4, 2007 06:48pm | Post a Comment
 After a very slow new release week, we are back to normal with a kind of big week. Some of my old favorites like Shellac, Neurosis, and Marilyn Manson all have new releases. I am anxious to hear all these albums. The Long Blondes finally!!! comes out domestic. And the up and coming brazillian scenesters Bonde Do Role have their debut album out. Out today is also the new album by one of my favorite instrumental doomy metal Chicago bands, Pelican.

This is the third full length byPelican. Following their excellent albums "Australasia" and "The Fire In Our Throats Will Beckon the Thaw." My friend Jesse first got me into this band. I remember the first day she told me about them. She came running into the office, so happy to tell me about her new favorite band. I liked much of the same music she liked, so I knew that I would love them as well. Like the band Isis, they are not really what you normally think of as metal. They do use many elements of metal but combine them with some of the post rock kind of stuff that has come out of Chicago. Imagine some of the better doomy metal bands but without the lyrics. Sometimes the lyrics actually ruin some of those bands for me. Sometimes you just don't really need the lyrics. The music is sometimes more therapeutic without the lyrics to weigh it down. It allows you to sort of develop your own internal monologue while listening to it. I think I was drawn to Pelican for many of the same reasons I was drawn to the Explosions in the Sky. It is just some really beautiful music. Pelican is a harder version of the Explosions. But they do a lot of the same things with their instrumentation and song development. I guess all these bands are sort of like doom versions of a jam band. But its better than it sounds.

The new album, "City of Echoes" does not stray far from what they have done with their other albums. So I was not disappointed. But I also was not blown away by something completely different. They just do what they do very well. It is the sort of album you can loop and put on repeat and keep enjoying over and over again. It is easy to get lost into their songs. Easy to not want to leave the comfort that they give you. What also reminds me of the Explosions albums is the sense of optimism that you feel from the albums. Amidst all the doom and intensity is for sure a sense of triumph. The songs may take you on a little roller coaster to get there. But you don't finish the album feeling more depressed or beat down. They leave you with some optimism. And I do love some optimism every once in a while. And I sure do love me some Pelican.

Also out today is the domestic release of the debut album by "The Long Blondes." For those  of us that waited patiently for this domestic release, we have been rewarded with a bonus disc with 4 songs and a video for "Once and Never Again." I was tempted to pick up the import a couple times but I ended up waiting. The band is from Sheffield, England and is fronted by Kate Jackson. I wonder if her parents were big Charlies Angels fans. Or its just a coincidence.  Possibly she renamed herself after the more reserved of the angels. Or maybe she is just a big fan of "The Scarecrow and Mrs. King."

 The band seems to have a bunch of different influences. Steve Mackey, former member of the band Pulp, helped to produce the album. I really do love Pulp and you can feel his influence on the album. It does have the feel of those mid 90s bands like Elastica and Echobelly. A mix of girl group sounds and post punk and new wave and indie pop. It works out really nice to create a brilliant little album. Kate has a great voice and it really shines on the album. They are also great at creating a catchy sing along kind of song. The single "Once and Never Again" is not they only catchy song. The whole album is really consistently great. They do manage to capture that sexy vibe that Pulp captured so well. It is always nice to see a female fronted band that can pull this off as well as any dude band can.

 It is really hard to not like this album. It is just one of those albums that is made to be loved. One of those brilliantly catchy albums that you can't get enough of.  And it is seriously going to make me dig up my old Elastica and Echobelly albums. I have been craving another catchy lady in my life. These songs are not just simple pop songs. They really transport you to some late night all nighter type night somewhere in England. The album only gets better as well. I have now listened to it quite a few times and it really is getting better. The album is already almost a year old. But I saved it for this year. I knew I was gonna love it, I just wanted to postpone it until it came out domestic. It makes it a bit better for some reason. It was worth waiting for. You should love it as much as I do.


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"With Lasers" by Bonde Do Role












"Eat Me Drink Me" by Marilyn Manson












"Given to the Rising" by Neurosis













"Excellent Italian Greyhound" by Shellac

(In which horror shows its many faces... most of them silly.)

Posted by Job O Brother, June 4, 2007 12:52pm | Post a Comment

Last night, Carrie and Logan returned from their hike all a-glow. Logan in-particular seemed moved by the adventure. A woman of few words, the gleam of her face and twinkling blue eyes told a story her voice did not.

I presented my friends with the meal I had prepared only to learn that both women hate bell peppers. Hate bell peppers? But they’re so… innocuous! That’s like hating celery or Saltine crackers or Jane Pauley. I mean, I can understand not loving them, but they’re not dramatic enough to warrant hate!


"I just wanna be loved!"

After some bell-pepper picking and grumbling, dinner was served. The ladies had stopped on the way home and bought Slurpees to mix with the fancy rum that Corey had bequeathed. Between the two ingredients, I concocted an elixir that made you tipsy just by smelling it. Carrie and I fought over who would get the cherry-flavored, and as usual, she won.

We re-arranged the furniture in the living room and created an impromptu theatre, then popped in a DVD of Wes Craven’s “The Hills Have Eyes,” which had been recommended to me by Kirk, one of the VIP’s of the Amoeba Music DVD depot. I asked for a desert themed horror film and, like a computer, out came his suggestion.


Just one of many heart-warming moments from "The Hills Have Eyes"

I’m not a fan of horror films, per se, though I’m not opposed to them. I just never find them scary. Like, ever. My idea of a horror film is “Bowling for Columbine” or “An Inconvenient Truth”. Or, if you really want to see me sweat, tie me down and force me to watch “Dumbo”. I will pee.

[insert sound of Job screaming here]

What I am a fan of is seeing horror films with sexy chicks who shriek, hide their eyes, and clutch my arm; Corey, Carrie and Logan all fit this description.

The film, not awful by any means, was mostly a disappointment because the bad guys were very visible and silly looking and frankly, were less annoying than the heroes. We kept waiting for one of the female leads in-particular to get hacked to pieces, not because we’re sadistic, but because her constant screaming was violent enough to warrant her death, if only in self-defense of our ear drums.

Also, the film ends at what feels like three-quarters in. Imagine watching “Titanic”, and the film ends just as the ship starts to sink. That would be weird, right? And that’s how it felt. (I know what you’re thinking; you wish “Titanic” had ended then. That’s why you and I get along so well. Xoxo)

While smoking on the front porch, Logan and I shared amused glances as Corey and Carrie perched atop of their chairs, fearfully scanning the premises for bugs. Corey had spotted a potato bug which, I’ll admit, looks fierce, but since I’m not a potato I don’t feel threatened by them. Soon a cockroach was also seen, and that’s when Corey and Carrie turned into the housewives from a Looney Tunes cartoon who’ve seen a mouse. It was cute.

It was time for bed. Carrie and Logan toasted each other with shots of Nyquil and I sang lullabies, as our new tradition goes. I took a shower to wash off the smell of cigarettes. I don’t normally smoke unless I’m in the presence of Carrie, who brings out my “inner chimney” and Corey has been very sweet to allow me this indulgence without hassle, though I know he hates it.

At night, mysterious creatures scuttled across the roof of Carrie and Logan’s room, and Carrie was once again bitten by some unknown creature that only molests her. Evidence of this comes as tiny red circles dotting her legs, which she discovers each morning. We’re pretty sure it’s not pox, which is hopefully true, because then we’d have to burn her and leave her behind.


The author fearlessly braves bugs and sits on the ground.

EVIDENCE OF MYSPACE ARTIST ADVANTAGES

Posted by Billyjam, June 4, 2007 12:20pm | Post a Comment

Although artists today aren't selling nearly as many records and CDs as they were several years back, it is can still be a positive time for them, provided that they can maintain an open mind and realize how to fully utilize and fine-tune the digital age's technologies to their advantage. Case in point is the SoCal emcee EV (aka Evidence of legendary LA hip-hop trio Dilated Peoples' fame), who recently released his debut solo album The Weatherman LP on Oakland's ABB Records (the same label that launched Dilated's career before they signed with Capitol Records). He has witnessed firsthand hip-hop going from being less mainstream, or as he called it, "like the black version of punk rock," to become the pop music form that it is today.


EV, however, still holds tight to rap's punk-like DIY ethic of old and considers new online digital entities like YouTube and MySpace as perfect tools to do-it-yourself and build a fan base from the ground up. "Right now there are only a few outlets that are selling music on a major level. A lot of these stores are closing down. And only two or three rappers went platinum last year. Things are different. It's changing," said EV by phone recently. "It's a changing tide and you've got to figure out how to stay in your ship without sinking in it -- to weather the storm, so to speak, within these next couple of years, because there will be a new outlet, but right now people are scrambling, trying to figure out what to do. So with MySpace and YouTube and a lot of the other dope dot coms and what have you, there's a lot of ways to be heard. Especially doing shows live and networking and gigging and getting out in front of the people and letting them decide how you are live." 

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The Legendary Joe Baiza & The Cardovas Live @ Taix 5/1/2007

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Joe Baiza is a truly unique guitarist. His guitar playing is a mixture of angular punk rock, free jazz and the funkiness of one who grew up on thousands of R&B albums. His first group, Saccharine Trust, was ahead of their time during their first incarnation. Between the years of 1981 through 1986, Saccharine Trust went from minimalist punk to free jazz and spoken word, confusing most pedestrian punk rockers that wanted to hear hardcore. After Saccharine Trust's demise, Joe Baiza started The Universal Congress Of, a band that further explored his jazz influences. Again, Joe found himself between a rock and a hard place, being too punk for the jazz purists and too jazzy for the alternative rock set. Fortunately for Joe, Universal Congress Of found success in a Europe enthralled in the Acid Jazz movement in the late 80's/ early 90’s.

Joe continued to play in Europe for most of the early nineties until some idiotic German racists shattered his hand during a stay in Germany. He returned to Los Angeles to recover while his bandmates all remained in Germany. Joe decided to stay in L.A., starting a few new groups, The Mecolodiacs and Joe Baiza’s Congress Of, as well as reforming Saccharine Trust in 1999, who he still plays with to this day.

On Friday, I went to check out Joe’s latest musical endeavor at Taix Restaurant in Echo Park, The Cardovas. They played an all-Meters cover set, albeit with Baiza’s flavor. Normally, I don’t like the idea of seeing cover bands, but hey, it’s The Meters! And it's Baiza doing it! As I sat there waiting for The Cardovas to play, I couldn’t help but to look around. Taix looked like a punk rock rest home. I saw many people that I barely recognized from the punk scene back in the day because they look so much older. Some, like Nicky (formerly of the band Pop Defect), looked timeless. Nick is drumming in 3 bands, a sign that playing music will keep one looking young.

The Cardovas came on. It was Joe on Guitar, former Universal Congress Of bass player Ralph Gorodetsky on bass, former Claw Hammer/Devo Bob Lee on drums & vocals and local indie jazz icon Dan Clucas on the cornet. They also had an organ player as well who I did not recognize. They did all The Meters' classics, "Sissy Strut," "Look-Ka Py Py," "I Need More Time," "9 to 5," and, of course, "Cardova."

It was a blast! They were both tight and charmingly sloppy and of course, they had the funk. It was great to see those viejitos go at it. They looked like they were having a great time playing those songs. It made want to get married so I could hire them to play at my wedding.

The last song they played was "Hey Pockey Way," which is not my favorite song due to The Grateful Dead's butchering of it, but it got people up and dancing. Ex-punkers never made great dancers, so it was entertaining to watch them try to shake their thing. The band ended their brief set because they only learned so many Meters songs in the brief time they have played together. It was a bit of a letdown, only because I was having so much fun. I'm looking forward to the next Cardova show to hear what songs they will learn next. My requests: "Go For Yourself" & "Just Kissed My Baby."


Joe Biaza 101

Saccharine Trust:

Pagan Icons (1981)
Surviving You, Always (1984)
Worldbroken (1985)
We Became Snakes (1986)
Past Lives (1988)
The Great One Is Dead (2001)

Universal Congress Of:

S/T (1987)
Prosperous & Qualified (1988)
This Is Mecolodics (1988)
The Sad and Tragic Demise of Big Fine Salty Black Wind (1988)
The Eleventh-Hour Shine-On (1990)
Sparkling Fresh (1992)

Mecolodiacs:

Glamjazz (
1998)

Puttanesca:

S/T (2006)

For more info on Joe Baiza, go here.

Deathstalker

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Anarchy in the UK - Vivienne Westwood at the De Young

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Spurred by the looming end of the exhibit, I grabbed my friends Brad and Josh and a few Bob's doughnuts (lemon jelly filled!) and ran to the Vivienne Westwood Exhibit at the De Young Museum.

Based on what I saw, one thing I learned was that Vivienne's clothing is still cutting edge: overwhelmingly so. The exhibit is a complete retrospective of her career, from her punk beginnings in the early 70s to now.  [An aside:  Anyone else wonder what her son with Malcolm McLaren is up to these days?  When you have parents like that, seems like the sky's the limit.]  It's also funny that the clothes Vivienne and Malcolm created together that were so shocking and offensive back in the 70s are now ripped off and mass marketed to every kid who wants some prepackaged rock'nroll edge at Hot Topics across America.  Weird.  Don't people realize what they are purchasing? The fact that every suburban kid these days hits the mall for their "edgy" faux punk gear makes it more difficult to remember that the clothes really were like nothing else when they were originally created, and that a lot of actual, intelligent thought went into the creations.

Here's Miss Vivienne.  They actually had this shirt at the exhibition.

Like my partners in crime for the day, I wished that the exhibit had more photographs of actual people (yes, even models count!) wearing the fashions instead of just faceless mannequins so we could picture them better, but nonetheless the clothing was for the most part gorgeous and incredibly detailed.  Vivienne moved on from punk rock clothing gracefully to play with the old and the new, the high and the low, with many styles including world fusion-y and pirate-y styles in the 80s:
















and on to retro olde U.K. styles, with kilts for men and kilt-esque skirts for women,


and with many stops in between for beading, platformed shoes and unexpected cut outs. 




So many of the shapes, cuts and ideas of her pieces are still worn today, either to a high class event or as street clothes.  The woman is obviously a style icon.  The shop that was the original she opened with Malcolm in the early 70s is still open in London, under her name now, and she has managed to develop herself and her talent from the street's cutting edge all the way to haute couture, which is a truly amazing feat.


Here she is circa nowadays.  Isn't she a playful lady?  So playful.

The exhibition is open till June 10 at the De Young Museum in Golden Gate Park.

arcade fire....LIVE!!!

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Every time I go to the Greek Theatre, I find myself thinking about "The Clash of the Titans."  I expect Harry Hamlin or Medusa to walk out and greet me at any moment. It really is a little majestic  and makes me think of old greek mythology. I just heard that they are actually remaking "The Clash of the Titans" into a new movie. I can only imagine that it will be horrible. But I would be really into a live stage production of the movie at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley. I really do love this place. I always go up to the top and sit on the lawn. Normally this would be like the worst place to see a show. But it is not too far away where it is hard to see. Its the perfect view from up there. It was a bit cold last night but as long as its not raining its never really that cold with all those people squeezed in there.

So I had heard really great things about the first  Arcade Fire tour for their album "Funeral." Since I had missed the first tour I was really worried that this would not be the same. But my friend Joshua has assured me that they are just as good now. He was at this show as well but choose to experience the show down close.  The lawn is not for everyone. The band consists of ten members on stage playing various instruments. The husband and wife team of Win Butler and Regine Chassagne hold it all together as the ringleaders. Electrelane opened up  for the Arcade Fire. It was fun to see them on such a big stage. They are really a great little band and I'm glad everyone was into them. The stage set up was kind of awesome. They had 5 little circular monitors that looked like little portals. Each monitor was playing some different video. At times it was pre-recorded footage to go along with some of the songs. But usually it was live footage of the various band members. It gave you a slightly different perspective than you could see from just being in the audience.

The new album Neon Bible sounded great live. They seem like a tight little family on stage. But they also  seem to all be having a great time. It seems at times confusing who is doing what or playing what part of what song. Sort of like a circus. But they pull it off and the songs all sound brilliant. I was really most impressed with Regine. She seemed to change instruments like every song. She started playing a hurdy gurdy and then went on to the accordion and then the drums and then keyboard. She also sings on a bunch of the songs. Every time I looked away for a second she would be in a different part of the stage when I looked back. They managed to sell out two nights at the greek. And you could tell it was sold out. But being outside it never feels as crowded as a sold out night at the Warfield or the Fillmore. It was a very fun night. It is always great to see a band exceed your expectations for them. I have always wanted to move to Montreal. Even before I heard these guys. But now I want to move there even more. It seems like everyone in the band would be really fun to hang out with.
 

Desert Christ Park, Yucca Valley

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(In which the group sees a vision of Jesus, stoned.)

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Today I awoke to the housekeeper barging into my bedroom. Upon seeing two naked dudes fast asleep, she uttered a cheerful “Eeek!” and slammed the door, ne’r to be seen again.

So much for fresh towels.

I brewed a pot of coffee for my friends and they rose like zombies from graves in search of caffeine and tobacco.

Corey and I went to the restaurant for brunch where, thank God, a totally normal person waited on us. The food was rad. They have an organic garden here from which they harvest their vegetables. More importantly, our waitperson understood what it meant to WANT COFFEE.

Growing up north of the Bay Area, I was spoiled by coffee service. Up there, you usually don’t get to the bottom of your mug before someone fills it. In LA, you have to f**king launch a g*ddamn publicity campaign signifying that you want another cup. And then you need to get your agent to find you more cream.

The ladies joined us later, both feeling much better after a night of sleep. Corey went out in search of a hammock, and Carrie, Logan and I settled by the pool, making sure we kept hydrated by knocking back beer and Bloody Marys. (I watched the bartender make them and I swear they contained a dash of everything you find in the condiment aisle of a supermarket. I’m pretty sure I saw her add mayonnaise and microwave popcorn to the shaker.)


Carrie & Mary, poolside.

Basking in the glow of the midday sun, Carrie, looking beautiful as always, suddenly sighed, breaking the contended silence.

“I never get my knees totally shaved,” she said sadly, “I even tell myself to get them, but I’m afraid I’ll cut myself.”

There was a thoughtful pause.

“I’m putting that in my blog,” I announced.

Soon, my friends will stop talking around me.

The four of us eventually drove out to Desert Christ Park, located in Yucca Valley.


Looking statuesque: Logan, Carrie & Corey with various disciples

The statues were simple but lovingly made, though rendered somewhat creepy by rampant vandalism. Most of the Jesus statues raised their arms to heal the sick or voice beatitudes, sans hands. Sad and disconcerting.


Suffer little children: the vandalized statues of Desert Christ Park

Carrie and Logan dropped us off back at the cabin while they went off on a hike. I’ve prepared dinner like the happy housewife I am.

And that brings you up to present time. I’m sitting at Carrie’s laptop, typing this sentence. Corey is fresh from the shower and nude and, despite my pleas, putting clothes on. Lame.

I’ll be back later to tell you what happened with the West End Girls on their hike as soon as they tell me.

As for what all this has to do with music or film, two of the four of us are Amoeba Music employees. We ARE the music.

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DON'T STAND SO CLOSE TO ... THE CRITICAL DRUMMER

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The Police Every Move You Make LP Box Set


During the much-hyped, highly lucrative and recently launched Police reunion tour, Sting reportedly jumped about onstage like a "petulant pansy" during this past Wednesday's Police concert at the GM Arena in Vancouver, Canada which, again reportedly, was "unbelievably lame" -- all this reported not by some extremely harsh music critic, but by the reunited trio's very own drummer Stewart Copeland, who also ripped apart his own performance as making a "complete hash" and something equally dismissive about guitarist Andy Summers' performance.

The self-critical artist wrote all of this on his personal website in a posting he uploaded Thursday. He continued to write in this highly-critical review of the previous night's show that "the groove is eluding us. We crash through 'MESSAGE' and then go straight into 'SYNCHRONICITY.' But there is just something wrong. We just can’t get on the good foot. We shamble through the song and hit the big ending. Last night Sting did a big leap for the cut-off hit, and he makes the same move tonight, but he gets the footwork just a little bit wrong and doesn’t quite achieve lift-off. The mighty Sting momentarily looks like a petulant pansy instead of the god of rock." The Police's members were notorious for getting into backstage fights back in the their heyday. Copeland continued: "It usually takes about four or five shows in a tour before you get to the disaster gig. But we’re The Police, so we are a little ahead of schedule. It’s only the second show."       

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(In which Job enjoys theatrics at a new West End.)

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We were maybe fifteen minutes outside of LA when Carrie first chirped, “Are we almost there yet?”

Logan shot a look that said, “I love you and you’re very dear to me but so help me God I will cut you open.”

The drive to 29 Palms was mostly uneventful. Bathroom breaks inevitably took us to greasy spoon diners, where guilt over utilizing the facilities without purchasing food caused us to orchestrate elaborate, timed infiltration.

“Okay, you and Carrie go in first. We’ll hold back a few minutes then enter.”

At some point it was decided that Logan should be nicknamed “Blimpie”. [In the original writing of the trip's blog, Blimpie was the name used, until Logan found out and used a tone of voice that caused me to subsequently re-edit everything. -Ed]

We had been at the 29 Palms Inn almost five minutes before we agreed it was love at first site. Ours is the most isolated cabin, located at what they call the West End, which I guess makes Carrie and Logan “West End Girls” for the weekend.


 We've got no future, we've got no past; Here today, built to last.
Amidst a constant stream of jokes about the many, grisly ways in which we would all meet our doom in the desert (snakes, sunstroke, redneck slashers) we staked out our bungalow and heartily approved.

Next, we trekked the walk across the desert sands and brush to the pool and restaurant. After a quick dip, we settled into a dinner table.


Feed us.


We were soon being served by a complete and total psychopath.

As psychopaths go she was very nice. We’ll call her Naomi, but that wasn’t her name. I’ll keep that confidential out of respect to her and because I’m scared she will hunt me down and turn my cracked-then-dried skull into a commuter mug.

Logan was hungry and was doing what she always does when hungry: planning to order enough food to provide relief to the continent of Africa. …With leftovers for Indonesia. Carrie wasn’t having it, and insisted they share a plate. I noted that sharing a plate would incur a $5 fee, as stated on the menu. Being raised, as I was, in the Great Depression*, this struck me as crazy talk.

“Order individual dishes and we can take the leftovers home where I can turn them into another meal… or maybe a pillowcase.”

But Carrie won, and she and Logan ended up splitting plates. As predicted, Logan didn’t even finish hers.

Over the course of the banquet, Naomi informed us of the bulk of her personal life. Before we even heard the dessert menu, we knew where she’d lived the last two years, the ages of her children, her plans to grow marijuana, her tragic physical background and battle with pesticide-related illness which led to a heated dissertation on the wickedness of everything from pesticides to Chanel No. 5. As she spoke she became increasingly agitated and loud until a speech relating an argument she once had with an architect culminated in her indignantly raising both her hands and, as I was putting the last bite of salmon in my mouth, yelling:

“Fine! POISON YOURSELF.”

All I could think was, “I am so putting this in my blog.”


Moonrise over the desert.

By the time we were lounging on the front porch of our cabin, hypnotized by the beauty of a perfect moonrise and the warm nighttime breeze, my comrades were dropping faster than the cast of a Donner Party documentary.

Corey, as y’all know, is still recovering from his appendicitis surgery. Carrie and Logan had been infected with a cold virus from a friend, and were both quickly succumbing to it. I prescribed fresh lime wedges for vitamin C, and both patients ate some, buffering it with shots of tequila. West End Girls, indeed.

Logan, being the rugged survivalist she is, went out from the cabin on a hunt for the much prized and medicinal wild Nyquil, and returned with the green variety, the flavor of which I can only assume is meant to be “minty gym sock”.

Corey was already in bed, but the girls stayed on the porch, waiting for the Nyquil to coax them into sleep. I sang them the lullabies I had heard as a child, most of which contained threats of child abuse and the occasional racial slur. Ah, history.

I finally crawled into bed myself, where Corey read to me excerpts from his yet-to-be-completed novel, until I fell asleep.

I dreamt that I met Björk. She looked like the gay dude from “Little Britain” and was very sweet.


Back off girls, this one's mine: Corey is his element.

*The Great Depression I'm referring to is my
childhood, not the more famous one initiated by the Stock Market Crash of 1929.

Mac Attack - I'm Over My Head

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All I ever really want to listen to is Fleetwood Mac, and I am NOT talking about the Peter Green years.  I'm talking the full-on 70s, shawl wearing, twirling, super chemistry, exposed chest hair with gold chains, cokehead Buckingham/Nicks era. There is no comparison.


Sitting here all day, I have had the self titled Fleetwood Mac CD on repeat. I have heard these songs since my birth. I bet my mom listened to this record while she was pregnant with me. These songs are ingrained in me. There is not a bad track on this record, but my favorites on  this and all their records are always the Stevie Nicks tunes. Some of the earliest memories of my life are these songs, trying to sing along, trying to understand the words, thinking how weird it is that "children grow older" as sung in "Landslide" and how I was gonna grow up soon (this was when I was about 5 maybe?). Yikes!

"Crystal" is one of the best songs Miss Stevie ever wrote, in my opinion. First of all, the name of the song, "Crystal," is just so damn classic for a song by Stevie. You know it's her right away. Then there are the beautiful lyrics about a multidimensional, all encompassing and almost scarily polarizing love. I love how the song starts so quietly and goes on forever, fading and fading.

I am also really into the fact that somehow it was decided that Lindsey Buckingham would have to sing this one, though Stevie wrote it. She sings backing vocals to his lead. I'd love to know the inside story on how that decision was made. Considering that they were still going out at the time but their decade-ish long love affair was only a year or so from coming to an end, it's an intense listen, at least for me cause I'm a silly dreamer and I like to imagine how crazy and deep their relationship must have been. If you watch footage of recent Fleetwood Mac shows, you can still see the chemistry between Buckingham and Nicks and how they play off of one another and flirt with their eyes. I enjoy that.

If you have not yet seen the DVD that expounds upon the making of most people's favorite Fleetwood Mac record, Rumours, I highly recommend it! It's called Classic Albums:  Fleetwood Mac Rumours and it's radical. Usually I think these kind of DVDs are cheesy and uninformative but this one is the opposite-- it leaves you wanting more! There are all kinds of dishy stories in there and all the band members are interviewed along with studio technicians. The album was recorded mostly at the fabulous Record Plant in Sausalito, CA., and the band (as most people know) was suffering internally from the breakups of Buckingham and Nicks, Christine McVie and John McVie and even Mick Fleetwood and his wife. All that discomfort and pain led to one fantastic record!

Anyway, the DVD is super great for a gossip hound like me who likes to know all the technical details of what recording the record was like but also what was going on behind the scenes. Apparently Stevie wrote "Dreams" during a moment of respite with her Rhodes on a giant four poster bed that Sly Stone had had dragged into one of the studios there. 

Isn't it almost always true that bands with multiple songwriters and multiple lead vocalists are the best but also the most plagued by drama? The Beatles, The Band, Love (and Fleetwood Mac of course) come to mind immediately and there are plenty more. I like a band with some variety and vitality and when no one in particular is in charge it seems to bring about a certain chemistry that is unusual and exciting.

But maybe it's just me and my random thoughts.

(In which Job orders some desert.)

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I've made a horrible mistake.

...Okay, maybe I'm being too dramatic in describing it that way. It wasn't a horrible mistake, just a mistake. I apologize for being so over-the-top in my choice of words; it's horrible of me.

I promised y'all a conclusion to my boyfriend-in-the-hospital saga and had even completed writing most of it, but left it on my computer at home, which I no longer have access to. Therefore, you will still see Part 3, just not this weekend.

But why not this weekend? Because I'll being regaling you with a new series of reports from the desert!


A picture of the desert and one of those flat, black things that cars like to drive on.

Yes, I carload of attitude is making its way today to the glamorous town of 29 Palms, California, where we'll be staying at some isolated cabin, drinking tequila and mojitos, taking new photos for our MySpace profiles, hiding fake snakes and terrifying each other, and basically being ridiculous.

In the desert, no one can hear you make an ass of yourself.

Accompanying me is my post-op* boyfriend, Corey, my dearly beloved friend, Carrie, and another sweetheart-o'-my-heart, Logan, who has the distinction of being one of the floor managers at Amoeba Music Hollywood. We'll see what dirt I can get on her before we return to work. Career advancement through blackmail, anyone?


The author, his boyfriend and Carrie with Logan, circa 1986

This is all promoted under the assumption that I'll find Internet access out there, of course. If not, I'll write but post later in the week.

See? Already some suspense!


*When I read this paragraph to Corey he busted out laughing and hit me on the shoulder a few times, exclaiming "You can't write 'post-op'! Do you know what that means?"

"Yeah," I answered naively, "Post-operation."

"Yes," he continued, "But that's what they call transsexuals who've just had their sex-change surgery!"

I laughed hard and, unwilling to edit the sentence, decided to include this aside.

MASHUP PARTIES PROVIDE MUSIC FOR THE A.D.D. GENERATION

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Bootie SF, the popular, long-running San Francisco all-mashup dance party finds continued success both at home and on the road in cities including New York, Paris, and LA, where the party (appropriately retitled "Bootie LA") returns tonight (Sat, June 2nd) to Safari Sam's at 5214 W. Sunset. Working the wheels of steel tonight in Hollywood will be resident DJs Adrian & the Mysterious D, and Paul V (Indie 103.1) plus a special guest, the mashup pioneers The Evolution Control Committee. "Bootie," which takes its name from "bootleg," started out half a decade ago in San Francisco -- a time when the mash-up craze was in full tilt with mostly UK produced bootlegs or mashups, such as the wildly popular 2Many DJs' Nirvana vs Destiny's Child hybrid "Smells Like Booty" being passed around in MP3 form on the internet. Since then the genre has continued to grow, albeit below the radar due to many factors, including its illegal status.
 
Recently I caught up with Adrian & the Mysterious D -- the two ever-busy founding members of the mobile club, who two weeks ago were in the Big Apple with "Bootie NYC" at downtown club Element. Last weekend they were back home with a big Memorial Day party in San Francisco. Next weekend (June 9th) they'll throw another Bootie SF with the two founders spinning alongside Live 105 DJ Party Ben and guests DJ Matt Hite and Canada's Lock3down plus a performance from their "mash up band" Smash Up Derby featuring Miss Trixxie Carr. At a Bootie SF party about a month ago they had some pioneering guest DJs who world-premiered their groundbreaking WiiJing techniques (they hacked a Nintendo Wii and turned it into a unique new DJ controller). I asked Adrian and the Mysterious D about their club and the history of mashups, their Top FIve Mashups, and the genre's place as they see it in pop music culture.

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Blue Sunshine

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WORLD MUSIC WEEKEND FESTIVAL CELEBRATES FOURTH YEAR

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In case you haven't already clicked on the link on Amoeba's homepage to the fourth annual World Music Weekend Festival happening over the next couple of days in Berkeley, here's the dealio. It's a really cool unique weekend (June 2 & 3) global music festival that runs from noon til 9PM both days and features a rich wide range of artists playing music from all corners of the earth. And best of all, it's FREE! In all there will be 28 acts performing such diverse genres as Cajun and Zydeco, North African, Middle Eastern, 1930's Tex Mex, and Balkan. The performances will happen on street corners, in cafes, and in People's Park, where Amoeba Music will present a concert with performances from the Congolese dance music ensemble Samba Ngo, plus Yasir Chadly, Bouchaib Abdelhabi, and Stephen Kent, who melds Moroccan traditions with didjeridu, and the always wonderful Brass Menazeri, whose specialty is brass music from both Serbia and the Greek/Macedonia region, all delivered via their unique instrumentation: trumpets, clarinets, trombone, and tuba.

For an exact lineup of artists performing and for full details click here, or simply, when you get to the event, pick up a printed free festival schedule at the information booth on Telegraph & Haste near Amoeba.

The Toxic Avenger

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RAMBO IV

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Has everyone already seen this ? Make sure you make it past the 2 min mark... that's when everything really kicks in !

2008 can't come soon enough !

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