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riyl: songs for when you’re walking home from the library at midnight in winter in ohio and you know that without these headphones you’d be so, so cold. and it’s times like these- eyes watering, extremities numbing- when you remember the day you took this picture of her down by the tracks in june, and how the cans of coke went warm and flat in the car and how the seatbelt buckle was too hot to touch, and suddenly you can’t imagine how you ended up so far away in all this snow.
Filed under: music, story | Tags: bikes, boing collective, folk punk, james miska
So I originally found out about the Boing! House through my humanities class last year. Since then I’ve been going to quite a few shows there (mostly folk punk), and the boing! café, a weekly low cost vegan café that generally has good food and takes place every friday. A separate story begins in the second grade, when I first picked up some drum sticks. Now I’m not the greatest drummer, in fact, for the amount of time that I’ve been ‘playing,’ I should probably be a lot better than I am. However, I’ve always loved playing and listening to music. These seemingly unrelated stories clashed last week at a show at Boing (James Miska, Chaz Prymek, Joshua Faulkner, Trouble on the Prairie, and The A-Star Team). This post will focus on James, rather than the four other talented (mostly) musicians. At that show, I realized that I wanted to play guitar. Without being overly sappy, i basically had a sort of epiphany at the show, and realized that guitar was really something of a missing piece in my life. Long story short, James is an inspiration, a friend to many, and a wonderful musician. Here’s a track, and you can download more older stuff here and here, and non-downloadable newer stuff is here.
Filed under: music, news | Tags: australia, dinner, indie folk, pop, update, video
oh hey guys, remember when we updated regularly?
me neither. that will change soon.
in the meantime, here’s a video of indie folk darlings polka dot dot dot (thanks meagan) singing songs while they cook dinner. please note the phone ringing in the background. these kids have got their priorities sorted out.
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Some called it ‘selling out.’ Personally I don’t give a shit. Do you like pretending it’s the ’70s? Do you find yourself wearing bell bottoms and listening to funk? Well, even if you don’t, Herbie Hancock is for you. This is definitely not in the same boat as his jazzy Blue Note classics, but more of a turning point into his later funkyelectrojazzpop (it’s a new term) that still sounds fresh today.
Herbie Hancock & The Headhunters:
you can listen to the whole album here!
Filed under: music, story | Tags: emo, invincible summer, lovers, myspace, nicole georges
I haven’t posted here in like three months. Since before summer started, or really started. Since before I moved to this hot, brown city where I’m really busy all the time but nothing actually ever happens unless it rolls in on four wheels and asks you for gas money and bats its big gorgeous eyes at you and sleeps on your futon and disappears to California or Georgia or New Zealand or wherever the next stop is.
I’ve been worried all summer about saying too much, about being too forthcoming and too transparent and too hopelessly in love with the wrong people or the right people at the wrong time or whatever, everything, all of it. I’ve been sawing off the problematic limbs: the parts that say ineloquent but heartfelt things when shit’s totally unfair, the parts that get enraged when cops harass innocuous crowds of teenagers on Central, the parts that get totally wrecked when the much-anticipated phone call turns out to be a complete nightmare, proving only that we have no clue who one another is.
But then I found the ‘zine Invincible Summer by Nicole Georges. And I started to feel okay being a total sap, such a bleeding heart. I swear I bled heart-juice all over the page and the pages bled it right back, one big red pulpy mess on the living room couch. And that felt better.
In the pages of Invincible Summer, Miss Georges reminded me about Lovers, a band that my friend Sydney told me about almost a year ago. She prefaced that introduction with, Be careful, this shit might be too emo for you. Back then she was right. Take a look at these lyrics from “Winter Takes a Lover”:
like a one kid army of the good witch
all alone i raise my fist
as i ride on my bike around your neighborhood
and shout, “make me pure. make my heart good.”
Or these lyrics from “Fall Like Stars”:
all your lovers form a circle that sparkles in the street
they hold their hands up to the sky in a gesture of defeat
and you were calm wanting
not to rise so you would not fall
but it doesn’t make us whole to stay unbroken
Or these totally indecipherable lyrics from “From a Highway”:
ugfgw;; fucked up family history..!#
junkyard of emotion~~~~
*vv (heart breaking) dgiy789<<-
This is Lovers’ Carolyn Berk, whose Myspace influences section reads, amazingly, serendipitously, “realizing that your scarlet letter is actually your red badge of courage.” She is saying too much, being too forthcoming and too transparent. She is hopelessly in love with the wrong people or the right people at the wrong time or whatever, everything, all of it. And it’s totally brilliant. You feel about it the way you felt about Bright Eyes in ninth grade, like the warble in his throat is caused by some golden orb of pain, bobbing and beautiful and delicate and pure. And, because you haven’t been numbed into submission, because you never learned how to not feel things even when they tried to teach you, you dig it.
Buy Lovers’ upcoming album here.
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For a good time, call Bob Log 3, Tit and Turd fetishist extraordinaire, he’s a funny one-man-band (move over, Matt Mayhem) and always wears a motorcycle helmet with a phone attached to it. Unless i haul my as to PGH right when I return to Ohio in august, i’ll probably miss him this summer. (Anyone wanna give me a ride?) But if/when he is in your area and you are in for a sleezy time, call your buddy bob. But beware, he’ll probably expect a standing ovation.
His tour, which started last thursday in Texas, is coming around, so don’t miss it. He’ll be at:
Triple Rock Social Club, Minneapolis, MN – Sat 7/19
Empty Bottle, Chicago, IL – Thu 7/24
Mercury Lounge, New York, NY – Mon 8/4
Southpaw, Brooklyn, NY – Tue 8/5
Johnny Brendas, Philadelphia, PA – Wed 8/6
Iota Cafe, Arlington, VA – Thu 8/7
31st Street Pub Pittsburgh PA – Fri 8/8
Cafe Bourbon Street Columbus OH – Sat 8/9
Thu 8/14/08 Bar Deluxe Salt Lake City UT
Sat 8/16/08 Doug Fir Lounge Portland OR
Mon 8/18/08 El Corazon Seattle WA
Wed 8/20/08 Bottom of the Hill San Francisco CA
among other places. His tour is pretty big, so if you don’t see your city here, make sure to click over to his site for the full tour.
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Bipolar Bear – Mountain Dewd
This one has been sitting on my shelf (read eye-tunez) since May, when it came into our lovely radio station. It has been sitting around gathering dust and probably few revolutions per minute. Turns out, that is kind of a shame! This record is pretty good.
Heiling from LA, Bipolar Bear breaks the puns not like it is their job but because it is their job. Mountian Dewd, their full length out on Yosada/Kill Shaman, Quick cuts that cut to the quick, this album clocks in at just over 22 minutes, which is thankfully short, allowing you to injest all the dissonance they deliver in jest.
RIYL early Les Savy Fav, labelmates Bad Dudes (who’s new album I’ll hopefully buy and review soon), and other grizzly shit. Bipolar Bear wants to tear your heart out because they love you so much.
If you like, you should buy.
ps- this post is dedicated to and made possible by the summer serum and heat beater Purely Decadent. One of these days i’m going to live on a turtle mountain, and you are all invited to party with me. Even if you are gluten free, i’ll get some cookie dough.