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New "What's In My Bag?" Episode with Andrew Bird

Posted by Amoebite, February 13, 2017 06:41pm | Post a Comment

Andrew Bird What's In My Bag? Amoeba Music

"I always make a B-line for the Y section in the Jazz department," explains singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Andrew Bird. "It's a ritual for me to get started when I go record shopping; just go find Lester Young." On his recent visit to Amoeba Hollywood, Bird expressed his love of the tenor saxophonist's recordings. Having found an album Young recorded with Teddy Wilson, Pres and Teddy, he explains his preference for his smaller group albums. "The small group stuff is incredibly inventive and lyrical."

Andrew Bird Are You Serious Amoeba MusicBest known for his solo work, Andrew Bird first came to prominence through his work with Squirrel Nut Zippers before founding Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire. After Bowl of Fire disbanded in 2003, Bird's solo career began to take off with the release of Weather Systems and Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs on Ani Difranco's Righteous Babe Records. These records marked an evolution in Bird's sound, as he began incorporating glockenspiel and whistling into his eclectic indie rock compositions. He signed to Fat Possum in 2006 and released Armchair Apocrypha. Bird went on to perform tracks from the album on the Late Show with David Letterman and Late Night with Conan O'Brien.

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(In which Job reveals holiday party hints.)

Posted by Job O Brother, December 9, 2008 11:25am | Post a Comment
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"Ho ho ho! Who needs a pancreas?"

It’s only December 9, and already my body is exhausted from all the sugar and booze it’s ingested. I know, oh my readers, why Santa is a fat man. Santa, in fact, is probably suffering with diabetes. It would explain last year when, as he was trying to stuff the life-sized, life-like Annette Funicello robot I had asked for into my San Francisco 49ers stocking (a last-minute purchase at Target – it was either that or a Hannah Montana stocking that had a glue-gun scar); Santa was working his magic but, in-between “ho ho ho” he was mumbling about polyuria, polydipsia and polyphagia in a manner not so jolly.

That last sentence was epic. Somewhere, the ghost of Proust just got a boner. Can I say boner on the Amoeblog? I’m not well.

My boyfriend, Corey, and I just hosted our annual Christmas party. I was in charge of the food. I went for a “dip” theme. That is, rather than merely offer chips & salsa or chips & guacamole, our dips included:

•    Pumpkin pie & fresh whipped cream dip, served with cinnamon/sugar pita chips
•    NY Cheesecake dip, served with thick graham crackers
•    Chocolate fudge dip, served with fresh & dried fruit
•    Peanut butter / mustard / honey dip, served with pretzels
•    Red wine dip, served with Pfeffernüsse

Our pal Kamran also contributed queso & tortilla chips, because some of the guests were Texan, and I guess their tradition demands queso at every gathering, otherwise they… secede or something.