tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312700912024-03-07T08:54:49.067-05:00DC Rock ClubJumbo Slicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525227134450004928noreply@blogger.comBlogger754125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-1790248555473509652011-02-24T21:38:00.004-05:002011-02-24T22:03:01.782-05:00DC Does TX!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2l44Xowm0nwY_I0v9T9_cVUVUswiQVxO3wwYVL7QjKj9ZYMKBJvsMMwmxuOixsTI12cB70JSM0dmuyR5eE8mofOyODtvb1k_Hk-EPJdS4gqV4f2S5AiqoTrN6pIfh130E32BQw/s1600/dcdoestexas_FINAL.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2l44Xowm0nwY_I0v9T9_cVUVUswiQVxO3wwYVL7QjKj9ZYMKBJvsMMwmxuOixsTI12cB70JSM0dmuyR5eE8mofOyODtvb1k_Hk-EPJdS4gqV4f2S5AiqoTrN6pIfh130E32BQw/s400/dcdoestexas_FINAL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577451570778611714" /></a><br /><br />Oh, hello. Yes, we've been gone a while but we're back with exciting news: we're helping put on the DC Does TX party during this year's SXSW Festival! Here are the main details:<br /><br />DC DOES TEXAS<br />Wednesday, March 16th, 2001<br />Lovejoy’s, 604 Neches St., Austin TX<br />12pm-6pm<br /><br />There will be seven great bands plus FREE Dogfish Head Beer!<br /><br />Last year’s event was one of my highlights from SXSW 2010 and it wasn’t just because of the free booze (although that helped). I'll probably come back and mention the other bands on the bill before SXSW, but for now let’s take a quick look at who I'm most excited to see.<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.fanaticpromotion.com/projects/carolbui/mp3/carolbui-geishameansopenminded.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" loop="false" autoplay="false" controller="true" height="30" width="500"></embed> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://carolbui.com/">Carol Bui</a></span> - <span style="font-style:italic;">Geisha Means Open Minded</span>: Already with two critically acclaimed albums, Bui will releases her third full length Red Ship on March 8th. If you like the honesty and intensity of PJ Harvey and early Liz Phair then you’ll likely be a fan of Carol Bui as well. This fiery track has an amazing mix of percussions and a nice Middle Eastern influence to go with its provocative lyrics.<br /><br /><embed src="http://fakepennycomics.com/blog/TW_MINAJAH.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" loop="false" autoplay="false" controller="true" height="30" width="500"></embed><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/truewomanhood">True Womanhood</a></span> - <span style="font-style:italic;">Minajah</span>: When you think of DC music you often think of hardcore and punk bands like Minor Threat, Fugazi, and other bands on the Dischord label. True Womanhood is not one of those bands. As much as I revere Dischord, I love when groups go against the grain and carve out their own niche and their own sound. This act veers more towards experimental music, but they have enough melodies to retain pop appeal. Minajah is a good example of how they strike that balance.<br /><br /><embed src="http://home-tapes.com/mp3/TheCaribbean-MrLetsFindOut.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" loop="false" autoplay="false" controller="true" height="30" width="500"></embed><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.thecaribbeanisaband.com/">The Caribbean</a></span> - <span style="font-style:italic;">Mr Let's Find Out</span>: The Caribbean are the vets on the DC Does TX bill. They’ve been producing their brand of off-kilter art-pop for quite a while, and they’re only getting better with time. They just released their fifth full length, Discontinued Perfume, and the reviews have been very effusive. I can’t get enough of their smart but subtle approach to stuff.Jumbo Slicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525227134450004928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-17282649579952279012010-07-29T10:58:00.005-05:002010-07-29T11:16:10.420-05:00After yesterday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GxNQUPlL5exlzFXZtDuZe0iuE2_O86P6QPAxFY9a8ytRbbwHQXM1TIa65O7dMH6FpYYsy5vLto-4AWGDL6Vl6LRjG0eKO7uHQ9oaVOnpwDHESnw12eDSDQTeiQX6iK4W8yL1dg/s1600/Before_Today.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GxNQUPlL5exlzFXZtDuZe0iuE2_O86P6QPAxFY9a8ytRbbwHQXM1TIa65O7dMH6FpYYsy5vLto-4AWGDL6Vl6LRjG0eKO7uHQ9oaVOnpwDHESnw12eDSDQTeiQX6iK4W8yL1dg/s200/Before_Today.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499361479233397666" border="0" /></a><span class="nametext"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti</span> @ The RnRH 7/28/10 - $14<br /><br /></span>Honorary RC member, Tedwin, was all about seeing</span> <a href="http://www.myspace.com/arielpink">Ariel Marcus Rosenberg</a> perform his odd brand of indie rock, and organized our outing last night.<br /><br />Just as insightful as a full review, here's the back and forth between sacklunch and Tedwin sent around this morning via email:<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">sacklunch</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;" ><div></div></span>Well...that show actually exceeded my low expectations. I thought the band was pretty tight and some of the songs kind of catchy. I left after the 1st song of the encore, so I don't know if things rapidly deteriorated afterwards. For some reason Ariel Pink reminded me of [Tedwin] (had he gone down the wrong path). Once again the H St. crowd was fairly douchey and I felt like an old sack.</blockquote><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;" ><div></div><div><br /></div></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Tedwin</span></span><br />I dug the show too -- and why wouldn't I? It was practically like looking into a mirror, as [sacklunch] noted. It was like the nearly full gamut of 60s/70s AM radio (Boz Scaggs, War, the Strawberry Alarm Clock) filtered through an '80s-vintage hipster's dreams. It made me feel like I was somewhere else. Someplace with a disgusting bathroom, Graffiti, sweat-melted mascara, big hollow cars with bench seats, sunshine, and The Rockford Files. I'm still a little drunk, so excuse the poetry.<br /><br />Methinks Mr. Pink's read the reviews and has decided to tighten it up, to good effect. Now if we could just see that in a decent club. </blockquote><br />I think Tedwin was hoping to see the video that opened the <a href="http://www.panicmanual.com/2010/07/26/concert-review-ariel-pink-july-22-the-mod-club/">Toronto show</a> (alas there is no room for a video screen at the RnRH).<br /><b></b>Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-69955905432016942742010-07-06T16:55:00.003-05:002010-07-06T16:58:11.632-05:00sacklunch found alive and...well<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6T40ESYKvGNLLkg18BxgOATg1v0JIUQeAdQj_uOuv1Q0_MWaIPObgt5CHmDc8Dg-rTIGeDlgmeCluxoa8j4Samx6gq4rPxaPh1yXMhw2GI4_uwM5f9SV_xNteYvylVM3Bj76Nkw/s1600/YouTubesday.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6T40ESYKvGNLLkg18BxgOATg1v0JIUQeAdQj_uOuv1Q0_MWaIPObgt5CHmDc8Dg-rTIGeDlgmeCluxoa8j4Samx6gq4rPxaPh1yXMhw2GI4_uwM5f9SV_xNteYvylVM3Bj76Nkw/s200/YouTubesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490915627609795202" border="0" /></a>Wondering what happened to DCRC's sacklunch? I found him...<br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pONZKVpr_E8&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pONZKVpr_E8&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-66975004712978373012010-06-29T18:39:00.005-05:002010-06-29T18:58:36.267-05:00Dispute settled, David Lynch still weird<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvc_NB-XA_6fTI_hdXXstXFmuYpDomHmRHvDGJPW1Bx7lxPB2igrA-5O8dMIHNRiNVXmHlsmi7-pVgl07AAyjxaMoI5tdEWs5o8fO87S7ZykbXb0Js1lJRPOvxKsOM1dtvcZcqtw/s1600/YouTubesday.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvc_NB-XA_6fTI_hdXXstXFmuYpDomHmRHvDGJPW1Bx7lxPB2igrA-5O8dMIHNRiNVXmHlsmi7-pVgl07AAyjxaMoI5tdEWs5o8fO87S7ZykbXb0Js1lJRPOvxKsOM1dtvcZcqtw/s200/YouTubesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488346008366574722" border="0" /></a>As I filled my shopping buggy at the Harris Teeter tonight, I listened to <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=104129585#playlist">NPR's First Listen of <span style="font-style: italic;">Dark Night of the Soul</span> </a>(the Danger Mouse, Sparklehorse, David Lynch collaboration). I recommend you check it out too, dear reader, regardless of what you're doing while you listen. It's future uncertain due to wranglings between Danger Mouse and EMI records, the album will finally be released on July 13th.<br /><br />It features a variety of other artists (including James Mercer, Frank Black, Suzanne Vega, Iggy Pop) making the album play a bit like a soundtrack. No official videos have been produced, but this one features "Little Girl," with help from The Strokes' Julian Casablancas. Not really a video, but it includes lyrics, which is nice.<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3bRY_oGO_0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3bRY_oGO_0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object>Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-13679694892516415682010-06-28T14:22:00.002-05:002010-06-28T14:38:05.536-05:00America Hearts Fort Reno<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofnnkLR70HDtZexeKloJ17QBB8RZ75k8LH6ZhtkDBSGJds9S-c7UjOaUeu9wXjPfOZ0ahdavfiPLa6bA1AvRAZJvD4nDU7yIv_K-AoSm2tBshc10rJ_eNj6EOIbWM2XpgWUrIpg/s1600/FortReno.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofnnkLR70HDtZexeKloJ17QBB8RZ75k8LH6ZhtkDBSGJds9S-c7UjOaUeu9wXjPfOZ0ahdavfiPLa6bA1AvRAZJvD4nDU7yIv_K-AoSm2tBshc10rJ_eNj6EOIbWM2XpgWUrIpg/s400/FortReno.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487907470075243314" /></a><br /><br />That's right DC, it's Fort Reno time again. You lucky bastards. Tonight's show features <a href="http://www.myspace.com/americaheartsdc">America Hearts</a> and <a href="http://www.tinybombs.net/">Tiny Bombs</a>. <a href="http://www.thepublicgoodonline.com/">The Public Good</a> was supposed to perform but had to bow out at the last minute. Who will be the special surprise act to take their place? Let the Fugazi rumors begin!<br /><br />Here's hoping that Potsy and Jimbromski make the show and file <a href="http://www.dcrockclub.com/2008/06/arsenic-and-old-lace.html">another video review</a>. The site could use more "gratuitous underage cleavage shots" and rants advocating the "fascist-style culling of the youth of America".Jumbo Slicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525227134450004928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-59532822920742122112010-06-24T21:22:00.003-05:002010-06-24T21:51:58.743-05:00Canada, you are forgiven<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNG7XItu6WaVmbwHMEqRFo9EfvKlsvzxAKHurXeEMJ0pB4pUQuoKonOnWz96aHfvN-jt6YyY164TnBwwSkiq8sGaK7Psd8dzFfqzVxQehTM9FqU2MmmhFqBmcnscvRU4Tg_nIxiA/s1600/almost-famous.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNG7XItu6WaVmbwHMEqRFo9EfvKlsvzxAKHurXeEMJ0pB4pUQuoKonOnWz96aHfvN-jt6YyY164TnBwwSkiq8sGaK7Psd8dzFfqzVxQehTM9FqU2MmmhFqBmcnscvRU4Tg_nIxiA/s320/almost-famous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486531429509030514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The New Pornographers</span> with The Dodos, and The Dutchess & the Duke - June 23 - 930 club -</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">$37</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Senior Youth Correspondent, Andrew, fills us in on night number 2 from this week's back to back New Pornographers shows at the 930 club.</span><br /><br />Quite unlike the esteemed Potsy, I enjoyed The Dodos quite a bit. I had heard much banter about them recently but had yet to check the tunes. I enjoy their name especially and went into Wednesday’s set looking out for themes of extinction—the fate that their plump, shrewd namesakes were doomed to eons ago.<br /><br />The Dodos brought together everything that is great about today’s punk-tinged indie acts like Wavves<a href="http://pitchfork.com/news/35459-wavves-self-destruct-in-barcelona"> </a>and Japandroids—driving rhythms, melodic hooks, interesting sonic textures—without replicating the annoying aspects of those bands—<a href="http://pitchfork.com/news/35459-wavves-self-destruct-in-barcelona">inability to handle their drugs</a>, endless droning feeback, repetitive or whiny lyrics. Whereas those two bands are drenched in distortion, The Dodos were more light in their approach, substituting glistening acoustic tones for the punishing overdriven sound of Wavves and Japandroids.<br /><br />About halfway through their set, the band played two new songs that were both top notch. Drums reminiscent of Animal Collective were paired with country-infused strumming and a bowed vibraphone. I thought singer Meric Long did a good job leading his outfit and only sometimes were there hints that the band lacked self confidence. I would definitely listen to The Dodos in my free time, and would likely attend one of their concerts in the future. Solid Opener.<br /><br />Never miss seeing the New Pornographers, period. Especially when all nine of them show up. NP gigs featuring both Neko Case and Dan Bejar present the listener with a veritable shmorgishborg of musical expertise and pop genius. Case and Bejar are solo artists who approach NP’s level of recognition in their own right, and when you combine their powers with A.C. Newman (who will never, ever be out catchy-ed), just watch out. Potsy was correct indeed—Bejar is a game changer. I love the fact that nothing about him has changed since I saw him with NP in 07: skulking on and off the stage, slinging a bottle of Stella, and looking like he hates the band’s guts. What a dude.<br /><br />A big fear with a band that is beloved by so many (both nights sold out. I scalped for $38 day of) is that the set list will feature new stuff at the expense of what everyone wants to hear, the oldies. I like the new tunes a lot, they are great, but I love older NP stuff. Thankfully, it seemed that the band had received and decided to play a set list from a savvy fan, one Amad. Dude knew his business, and NP played a slew of classics, some of which hadn’t been played for years according to Newman. These included The End of Medicine, To Wild Homes, Mass Romantic, and The Electric Version, songs that I hadn’t heard since 2006-ish but that instantly brought back a flood of memories (memories of wishing I was as cool as the dudes and girls in the band).<br /><br />They are impeccable in the live setting. I simply cannot overstate this. If you didn’t enjoy their set, I’d talk to the doctor about it today. I would say they were so good last night that I release all feelings of hatred toward their native country for what happened during the Winter Olympic hockey final. That’s real big.<br /><br />In addition to their indie-pop dominance, the band’s banter was genuinely hilarious. One ongoing joke on Wednesday about Pitchfork involved Case telling the crowd that their first interviewer from the then unknown website (hard to believe right) was so young that she had to breast feed him. According to her bandmates, this caused the nubile taste-maker/faker to grow a few inches. “My milk is powerful shit,” replied the beautiful chanteuse nonchalantly.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Listen to the Wednesday show online via <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=127937024">NPR's All Songs Considered</a></span>.Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-84770522670266515202010-06-23T21:48:00.010-05:002010-06-24T21:50:14.806-05:00Come Together<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The New Pornographers</span> with The Dodos, and The Dutchess & the Duke - June 22 - 930 club -</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">$37</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9Af84CsY6Ys7zckawjyUw-rYt9S4_g2A0q245fT3qhWMO4EZHiS5U5HKcBN0W3ww6dUX8U58916PptZW_kMNuJ6LaIDWMn8YuGj54mAaA-YHOEEBolrYZKJ2LQ2vwujdiciByw/s1600/almost-famous.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9Af84CsY6Ys7zckawjyUw-rYt9S4_g2A0q245fT3qhWMO4EZHiS5U5HKcBN0W3ww6dUX8U58916PptZW_kMNuJ6LaIDWMn8YuGj54mAaA-YHOEEBolrYZKJ2LQ2vwujdiciByw/s320/almost-famous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486168463811575122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">This week, we reunite with Senior Youth Correspondent, Andrew, for a look at the back to back New Pornographers shows at the 930 club. </span><br /><br />Granted, the New Pornographers don't need any more coverage on this world wide web, and Weds night show was broadcast on NPR for all to enjoy, but we like to read ourselves write. So let's consider Tuesday night's show first.<br /><br />I only caught the last song from three-piece the<a href="http://www.myspace.com/thedutchessandtheduke"> Dutchess & the Duke</a>, which was too bad, because there are definitely worth your time. Apparently, my time is more valuable than yours, or I would have gotten to the show on time. Little did I know the 930 would be so punctual. The website said 8pm start for the D&TD and they meant it. Sorry D&TD, your last tune was great.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/thedodos">The Dodos</a> followed, and I was looking forward to this set, having enjoyed a number of tunes off of their Visiter album. But the Dodos are pushing their more recent album, Time to Die, at this point bringing out less familiar tracks to start. I don't know any other way around this, so I'm just gonna tell you like I saw it. The Dodos were disappointing. I don't think their abilities match with their ambitions so much. Not live, anyway.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwAS3U9Ps57rKtps9xrbt-w3q3DvU6Ci4Xj8vB3IISjwb5m83B1LSEQt180ry5fKlI01IyhCg4vSWdzSRD-uyZ7oQkYk6ZPPQ-BQ6JVhyphenhyphenDSfuhkNHwAs6_n3icMJZPvbx3rjCSTQ/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwAS3U9Ps57rKtps9xrbt-w3q3DvU6Ci4Xj8vB3IISjwb5m83B1LSEQt180ry5fKlI01IyhCg4vSWdzSRD-uyZ7oQkYk6ZPPQ-BQ6JVhyphenhyphenDSfuhkNHwAs6_n3icMJZPvbx3rjCSTQ/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486191160009682434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Dodos in action - don't let the banner fool you.</span></span><br /><br /></span></div>They like to do some intricate music making. Lots of finger picking that probably worked out better in the studio than it did on stage Tuesday night. Meric Long struggled to pluck out every note - lagging behind a bit as some songs ran away from him. Keaton Snyder is a recent addition to the band, and he plays the vibraphone and uses a bow. That was kinda cool. Never saw that before, so there's points for that. But there was too much muddling through long songs that never seemed to go anywhere.<br /><br />By the time headlining <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thenewpornographers">The New Pornographers</a> hit the stage, I was starting to question the effort it took to get out to this show. I bought my ticket on my iPhone while driving on the Whitehurst <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj544BbdBWFNCbs2RjaVoWJ46oaj8ep9SL_Q6T7MDAB1MQOloyPidGGqMuI1-o179JBnsfuFZmJ0tNVRelR3A0QDEi4lKHtAviQlvYHuxDfxFMeElVEN_NBN961OwQ8wPv3poqClA/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj544BbdBWFNCbs2RjaVoWJ46oaj8ep9SL_Q6T7MDAB1MQOloyPidGGqMuI1-o179JBnsfuFZmJ0tNVRelR3A0QDEi4lKHtAviQlvYHuxDfxFMeElVEN_NBN961OwQ8wPv3poqClA/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486168153471343058" border="0" /></a>freeway heading back to work from a doctor's appointment months ago. That was actually kinda dangerous. And then there was the bus ride down U Street with the nutty fat lady who wanted to sing gospel music for all us passengers. Not as dangerous, but it looked like it was going to get weirder.<br /><br />But that all changed once the NP took the stage. Jimbromski and I were relieved to hear hits right off the bat. And not only was Neko Case present for the show, but seemingly-disinterested Dan Bejar is on board for this tour too. I've seen the acoustic Destroyer show before, but hadn't seen the NP with Bejar ever. What a difference that cranky bastard makes.<br /><br />A.C. Newman made his remark about how he <a href="http://pitchfork.com/features/guest-lists/7807-the-new-pornographers/">told Pitchfork</a> that DC was his favorite city to play. I know he said it again for the Weds show (cuz I'm listening to it online right now). So that was nice. There's a good bit of banter from the New Pornographers, and Neko Case is always throwing her wit into the mix. I know people are hot for Neko, but that Kathryn Calder is quite fetching, if you don't mind me saying. Oh, and I just learned that A.C. Newman is Kathryn Calder's uncle. That is bizarre to me.<br /><br />Okay, okay. Survey says, good solid show, the NP. Worth every penny. The New Pornographers have a new album out, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Together_%28The_New_Pornographers_album%29"><span style="font-style: italic;">Together</span></a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">SYC Andrew will fill us in on the Wednesday night show tomorrow. No doubt his account will be more informative than this one. </span>Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-65374051197274992792010-06-20T18:47:00.006-05:002010-06-20T21:19:05.578-05:00Hooray for Blood<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Hooray for Earth</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> & </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Surfer Blood</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> @ the Black Cat - Weds. June 16th</span><br /><br />We caught the last night of <a href="http://www.myspace.com/hooray4earth">Hooray for Earth</a>'s tour with <a href="http://www.myspace.com/surferblood">Surfer Blood</a> and <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thepainsofbeingpureatheart">The Pains of Being Pure at Heart</a> at the Black Cat on Wednesday. It was a sold out show, and the audience gathere<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSbXZgy3-Drh-5nxyXwZFr0xID9RFFSgjO9X7k6e-UM7d4rDZYf65DJDjH1d3s1jyprcKIMIBXWlsgMl-mZr_Iz0M-91eTVS57cg87tPWk6Bz9rugtyH47IkEa0BShEnN-sQ8_5A/s1600/MOMO_web.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSbXZgy3-Drh-5nxyXwZFr0xID9RFFSgjO9X7k6e-UM7d4rDZYf65DJDjH1d3s1jyprcKIMIBXWlsgMl-mZr_Iz0M-91eTVS57cg87tPWk6Bz9rugtyH47IkEa0BShEnN-sQ8_5A/s200/MOMO_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485042958929762370" border="0" /></a>d early enough to check out opening act, HFE who is supporting their <span style="font-style: italic;">Momo EP</span> album. The Cambridge, MA/NYC 4-piece delivers the 80s synth sound that can get a bit ethereal with echo-y vocals but is brought back to terra firma by the occasional squawking guitar. This is a sound that doesn't hold my attention for too long, especially if I'm unfamiliar with the tracks. I have to say this was the case on Wednesday night. Most songs drifting into the next, until the last song brought out members from the other bands on the bill, making it a bit of a We Are the World moment.<br /><br />What followed, was more to my interest, as I had heard a number of Surfer Blood tracks, and was curious how they'd perform live.<br /><br />Never having researched Surfer Blood, I was surprised to see how young there were. I guess I shouldn't have been, but I blame it on the similarity of their sound to bands closer to my age like Weezer, and Pavement. Their track "Harmonix" reminded me of The Arcade Fire's Neighborhood #2, and while they suggested that Entourage was going to use the song, lead singer John Paul Pitts said a number of things that weren't necessarily true during their set. So who knows.<br /><br />I was relieved to feel less old when Bob Boilen stood next to me at one point. I also walked into a <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5-43ykMGu7UXk96sfA_XVZeqQfl0RNWTQTyW75Ci1xFo5v35pVIBMCHr3W5bELuCkDIiMrMzzaHN0OugC5A0167ZmZUk2VboF45QQzR7YtfHsTvmxoKiTWzqVqA0HqOaVY_2Cw/s1600/boilen.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5-43ykMGu7UXk96sfA_XVZeqQfl0RNWTQTyW75Ci1xFo5v35pVIBMCHr3W5bELuCkDIiMrMzzaHN0OugC5A0167ZmZUk2VboF45QQzR7YtfHsTvmxoKiTWzqVqA0HqOaVY_2Cw/s200/boilen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485043180501354818" border="0" /></a>conversation he was having with Malitz outside about <a href="http://twitpic.com/1xvrtp/full">Weird Al playing a tiny desk concert at NPR later in the week</a>. I do a great Bob Boilen impression that I wish I could amuse you with right now. I love when he hurries to announce the bands taking the stage when NPR occasionally records shows at the 930 and other DC venues.<br /><br />Any way, the highlight of the show was Surfer Blood's own "We are the world" moment, when they closed the set with a cover of Weezer's "Undone - The Sweater Song." Not played particularly well, but it's a great song to begin with, and this is a band you'd like to hear play it.<br /><br />If you'd like to see a poor quality iPhone video from the show, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PSct6Uk8_Go">here ya go</a>.Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-39237058172613160342010-06-16T06:26:00.002-05:002010-06-16T22:43:11.907-05:00Days of Future Passed<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Futureheads</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Black Cat</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">June 4, 2010<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjao9pt-I2DHoAi8fBLZFkt8urOY6wrgQ9m6L6XW0zfX3nge59GpVE6LVWzGmoNvmvI3dlWiyc5uEuDNhMqIVKsyh05soYH98Qp1fB-bcA4reOB_rwvr96NEAQRdxxAXHUHYS150Q/s1600/F-heads.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjao9pt-I2DHoAi8fBLZFkt8urOY6wrgQ9m6L6XW0zfX3nge59GpVE6LVWzGmoNvmvI3dlWiyc5uEuDNhMqIVKsyh05soYH98Qp1fB-bcA4reOB_rwvr96NEAQRdxxAXHUHYS150Q/s400/F-heads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483331821183047762" border="0" /></a>I heard an interview with the Futureheads on KEXP back when their first album was released in 2004, where they said that they figured the way they could make the most noise as a band was to have each band member sing each song at the same time. I’m not sure many groups outside of the a capella ghetto try that approach but it certainly lends itself to a big sound. While not a sell-out, the Futureheads drew a pretty good crowd to the Black Cat and were able to keep people interested in the new shit, although it seemed pretty clear, given the enthusiastic reception of the crowd to 2004’s “False Conversation” (from the self-titled album of the same year) that most of the audience was, like me, attending because they wanted to hear the old stuff. The band seemed to enjoy one another’s company, which is a rarity given that two of them are brothers. Also lead singer David Hyde has a early 1980s alternative British guy look about him that you don’t see too much anymore, like he could be one of the extras in the video for “Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before” and could bore the living shit out of you by complaining about Margaret Thatcher for a few hours straight if you had the misfortune to be stuck in a corner with him at a party. And more than likely the food at the party would suck balls because the hosts would be vegan, and consequently you would be like, Jesus, I need new friends, because look at this lame-assed party I ended up at.<br /><br />Potsy and I noted that the area around the Black Cat continues to change rapidly and we’re starting to see the sort of people on 14th that you previously would only see south of Dupont, or in Georgetown maybe. I don’t get as up in arms about gentrification as others do—it’s a free country and people can live and hang out wherever they like—but you definitely get the sense that some essential shittiness that made the area interesting has been lost forever and that the Black Cat is probably on its way to becoming some sort of museum piece, like CBGB or something. Potsy even thought he saw a bro get iced while we were in there, which was fucking demoralizing to hear. Nevertheless, I was impressed that the Futureheads were able to energize the audience the way they did, because not only did it include the aforementioned 2004 nostalgiacs, but also a good amount of pikers and summer intern types who likely had no idea who the band was. Well done, Futureheads.<br /><br />Going back to 2004, does anyone else agree with me that 2004-2005 was a golden age of music? I think we’ve gotten a little distance so I can make a grand, ridiculous statement like that. Look at the albums that came out in that period and tell me they weren’t awesome:<br /><br />Sufjan Stevens, Illinois<br />The Futureheads, The Futureheads<br />Spoon, Gimme Fiction<br />Arcade Fire, Funeral<br />Franz Ferdinand, Franz Ferdinand<br />Air, Talkie Walkie<br />Mark Lanegan, Bubblegum<br />The Libertines, The Libertines<br />The Black Keys, Rubber Factory<br />Wolfmother, Wolfmother EP (am I a jackass for liking this? Someone tell me)<br />Neko Case, The Tigers Have Spoken<br />Fiery Furnaces, EP<br />New Pornographers, Twin Cinema<br /><br />Maybe this is a symptom of my advancing age, but every time I hear new releases from the bands above, I find myself hankering for that 04-05 sound, and I keep not getting it.Jimbromskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06480579106355009821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-53611521192318530192010-06-15T18:35:00.003-05:002010-06-15T18:49:51.985-05:00Put on your helmet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9QyAN0X2FniHZYi7jAG_fj0LcqDLEO91ACWLyHO6Lb9FDYExkkVSSuiVFg9iIUxIlEw61KmlN88_C97tO2uDBoRtsXkuEYoK-lVFg08bRwl0xzx5-5B_8XQQ0PVpLToz7GGVQBA/s1600/YouTubesday.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9QyAN0X2FniHZYi7jAG_fj0LcqDLEO91ACWLyHO6Lb9FDYExkkVSSuiVFg9iIUxIlEw61KmlN88_C97tO2uDBoRtsXkuEYoK-lVFg08bRwl0xzx5-5B_8XQQ0PVpLToz7GGVQBA/s200/YouTubesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483148234757874114" border="0" /></a>We're going to see <a href="http://www.myspace.com/hooray4earth">Hooray for Earth</a> tomorrow night (and Surfer Blood too).<br /><br />Here's a taste of the former:<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g9Y4ZBYQ3w0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g9Y4ZBYQ3w0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-65201215041891449102010-06-04T16:47:00.003-05:002010-06-04T17:11:44.169-05:00Lake Effect<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Besnard Lakes</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Black Cat Backstage</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />May 27, 2010</span></span><br /><br />Who’s got the best falsetto in rock? Jeff Buckley? He’s dead. Morrissey? He never broke it out after “Miserable Lie,” and let’s all admit that he can’t really sing, anyway. Brian Wilson? Yes, probably, but he’s fat and insane like your mom, and I’d rather not discuss him.<br /><br />So that leaves us with latter day castrato Jace Lasek of Montreal’s Besnard Lakes. I last saw Besnard Lakes during SXSW with Jumbo Slice and Baby Stew Steve at WOXY, which was fun, although WOXY vomited blood and died like two days later. Note to media outlets—do not allow any members of DC Rock Club up in your shit because you will regret it, as WOXY and Sunday Source can attest.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3mI0my3z1gG4kBMtVP8uGPW0xIqZP2x1HH-NiTz80S1m2jINFNapka_4V-1AQywp7MAWmU2u_BuwjO6YdBNaWOwtHnCxW1FHlPAvZz_UpBYwsqdEAeY9mVLjRPBknxyhjSvQfoQ/s1600/lasek.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3mI0my3z1gG4kBMtVP8uGPW0xIqZP2x1HH-NiTz80S1m2jINFNapka_4V-1AQywp7MAWmU2u_BuwjO6YdBNaWOwtHnCxW1FHlPAvZz_UpBYwsqdEAeY9mVLjRPBknxyhjSvQfoQ/s400/lasek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479044273027611458" border="0" /></a><br />This time around, I saw the band with Potsy at the much-less-glamorous-than-the-WOXY-studio-during-SXSW back room of the Black Cat, but the band still laid down the wood and gave a great show. All Montreal bands seem to look like they sell mushrooms to undergrads on the side and the Besnard Lakes are no exception. Lasek has a shaggy haircut with bangs and what looked like one of those pairs of glasses of the type that darken when you step outside into the sun, presumably after being inside all day laying down tracks on your prog rock masterpiece with your friends Emerson, Lake, and Palmer. I would make further catty comments about the other band members’ appearance but I couldn’t really see them, as they broke out a smoke machine, which is a lot like letting your Chevy run in the garage with the garage door closed, given the size of the back room at the Black Cat.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSre-Ci6OFmjZZdJpZFDnKzGFRpDFO_1sy8Ds7ZYWjorinNhPVzI9IJA-eM5a9oVvSpKca27tL0zcXhnKg4WR1v7KGuUVKm-QlEHXa1qPGBNbcsPUd3pf-ucgx4xrNmqFrGNgPxw/s1600/phillip-collins-philip-bailey-200a-082908mb.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSre-Ci6OFmjZZdJpZFDnKzGFRpDFO_1sy8Ds7ZYWjorinNhPVzI9IJA-eM5a9oVvSpKca27tL0zcXhnKg4WR1v7KGuUVKm-QlEHXa1qPGBNbcsPUd3pf-ucgx4xrNmqFrGNgPxw/s400/phillip-collins-philip-bailey-200a-082908mb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479044462182544178" border="0" /></a>Despite looking like smelly vagrants, or maybe because of it, the band sounded great as they tore through “Like the Ocean,” “Albatross” and “This Is What We Call Progress” (from the new The Besnard Lakes Are the Roaring Night). When I saw them at WOXY they freely admitted that they plagiarized the last from the great Philip Bailey/Phil Collins hit “Easy Lover,” and Potsy and I noted that the Black Cat ticket taker looked like he could be Phil Collins’s son, and that maybe there would be an attempt on Lasek’s life during the show Pantera-style, but nothing went down. They also did “Devastation” from The Besnard Lakes Are The Dark Horse, which was epic. I bought a band shirt—it’s a horse made of fire and it’s fucking bad ass and I am too when I wear it.<br /><br />Before the show Potsy made a good joke that if he owned a freight company that specialized in moving oats from one place to another, he would call it “Haulin’ Oats.” I’ll end this review on that note.Jumbo Slicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525227134450004928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-86633475443583545892010-06-02T20:56:00.004-05:002010-06-02T21:54:27.101-05:00Show Preview: The Futureheads<div align="center"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/thefutureheads">The Futureheads</span></a><br />with <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thelike">The Like</a> and <a href="http://www.thestaticjacks.com/">Static Jocks</a><br />Black Cat<br />Friday, June 4th<br /></div><br />In 2004 <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thefutureheads">The Futureheads</a> garnered much acclaimed for their excellent self-titled debut. It was a blistering rock album which featured quick hitting songs like "Le Garage", "Hounds of Love", "Decent Days and Nights". Fans of punk/pop bands like The Jam and Gang of Four couldn't help but heap praise on The Futureheads.<br /><br />However, after that initial release attention on the band waned. I never quite understood why. Admittedly, the next two albums (<span style="font-style:italic;">News & Tributes</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">This Is Not The World</span>) weren't quite as brilliant as their debut but they weren't too shabby either. <br /><br /><object width="500" height="305"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/saYWZ837FeA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/saYWZ837FeA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="305"></embed></object><br /><br />Now the band has released their fourth album <span style="font-style:italic;">The Chaos</span>. Many are calling it a return to form since it has the same manic energy and the distinct vocal harmonies as their debut. Even an unapologetic fan as myself has to admit this effort is superior to the past two releases. <span style="font-style:italic;">The Chaos</span> is sharp, aggressive, and shows that just because you return to an earlier sound it doesn't mean you can't incorporate some tricks you've learned along the way.<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.dovecoterecords.com/media/mp3s/StruckDumb.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" loop="false" autoplay="false" controller="true" height="30" width="500"></embed><br />"Struck Dumb" by The FutureheadsJumbo Slicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08525227134450004928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-79070426259640620132010-05-25T17:42:00.004-05:002010-05-25T17:55:01.387-05:00Timing is everything if you've got nothing but time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK610x1iIgkayj8XtPuerN63bO1-8Nx18hmX-KNwrOuUvXhGqKEXQgmuncYlKGZUVGgdkKK76ksx3PEIPF6agY3lVFoxRl-PDYYUyjBRZwhGQ6Bmf54SQpH3LvqRpMj3J1E6_n_g/s1600/YouTubesday.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK610x1iIgkayj8XtPuerN63bO1-8Nx18hmX-KNwrOuUvXhGqKEXQgmuncYlKGZUVGgdkKK76ksx3PEIPF6agY3lVFoxRl-PDYYUyjBRZwhGQ6Bmf54SQpH3LvqRpMj3J1E6_n_g/s200/YouTubesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475341919325472130" border="0" /></a>If Rock Club wasn't already on the hook for The Besnard Lakes this Thursday night, I'd be at <a href="http://www.dcnine.com/calendar/">DC9 </a>for <a href="http://www.dcrockclub.com/2009/03/mr-three-opalous.html">another look</a> at <a href="http://www.timfite.com/">Tim Fite</a>. I like what he does.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGc1Dpg0ucM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGc1Dpg0ucM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-58327280250520014722010-05-17T19:58:00.008-05:002010-05-17T21:27:15.361-05:00Formed (another) band<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKh9IotTY9m1mdEaxwfgHaouN1_nLgWUkvSMKa27D5UWWByIoNLZN1FgBC-91N5kVABFJec335vkXLajHY9b6SKfn67Wk7Y3hjQwWl8n82hbTFjCjcxcLyRog3sCg4TPbRmv6eMg/s1600/Eddie+Argos.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKh9IotTY9m1mdEaxwfgHaouN1_nLgWUkvSMKa27D5UWWByIoNLZN1FgBC-91N5kVABFJec335vkXLajHY9b6SKfn67Wk7Y3hjQwWl8n82hbTFjCjcxcLyRog3sCg4TPbRmv6eMg/s200/Eddie+Argos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472422743279599154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Everybody was in the French Resistance...Now!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> May 15, 2010 @ DC9</span><br /><br />Eddie Argos - of <a href="http://www.myspace.com/artbrut">Art Brut</a> fame - has teamed up with the very appealing Dyan Valdes (of <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thebloodarm">the Blood Arm</a>) for the exasperatingly named <a href="http://everybodywasinthefrenchresistancenow.com/">EWITFR...N!</a> After watching the impotent DC United lose to the mediocre Colorado Rapids Saturday night, Rock Club and 38 others had a look at Eddie and Dyan perform tracks off their concept album "Fixin' the Charts, Volume One."<br /><br />The album is made up of "songs" inspired by a number of other (actual) songs.<br /><br />Here's the list:<br />Creeque Allies - Response to “Creeque Alley” by the Mamas and the Papas<br />G.I.R.L.F.R.E.N (You Know I've Got A) - Response to “Girlfriend” by Avril Lavigne<br />(I'm So) Waldo P. Emerson Jones - Response to “Waldo P. Emerson Jones” by the Archies<br />The Scarborough Affaire - Response to “Scarborough Fair,” traditional/Simon & Garfunkel<br />Billy's Genes - If you can't figure this one out, eat a dick.<br />Think Twice (It's Not Alright) - Response to “Don’t Think Twice It’s Alright” by Bob Dylan<br />Hey! It's Jimmy Mack - Just read the info <a href="http://everybodywasinthefrenchresistancenow.com/music">here</a><br />He's a "Rebel" <br />Coal Digger - Kayne...<br />My Way (Is Not Always the Best Way) - Old Blue Eyes<br />Superglue <br />Walk Alone<br /><br />DCRC club has seen Art Brut a few times, and I think it's safe to say, once is all you really need. Entertaining? absolutely. But once you know how <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114814/">The Usual Suspects </a>unfolds, there's no reason to see it again. Such is the fate of Eddie Argos. It's the same ol' thing. He talks. People play music behind him (in this case it's half pre-recorded). He wears a hat. He takes off the hat. He's talks to the crowd. People generously laugh at whatever he says, almost uncomfortably. I think he'll make a great game show host some day.Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-14106877886229957602010-05-11T00:01:00.000-05:002010-05-10T23:04:27.689-05:00Are you ready for some futbol?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_f2A0whTF7Xc/SJp4BjXDxTI/AAAAAAAACkk/KWyH_ivFZ0I/351-10209-size3.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUGKLeVFrWuMLlUFLvef6MnGFbnbqHIFagQe2zAAXqFhyOXygCyeta4u6X8qtosFRibQfufrv0bHufbgzn8jy7hTAE2C0yC30wyRbtKt4_ulp2oJ_gSGc7e6eRqFhWYV902TDOqA/s200/Bono+flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469848536755685154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuFEm6eSMpGN8ke8qb4LN5FZ61RSfG8_9Ob5l72vyPGQ0dy58cwe15fCvTrsb13Hq_VYV8gM-lDWYSnZKIqv8hy_837RRTicoeqUjPpl2huYzg20a7_FrIcQZNupIYF28nEawUgQ/s1600/YouTubesday.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuFEm6eSMpGN8ke8qb4LN5FZ61RSfG8_9Ob5l72vyPGQ0dy58cwe15fCvTrsb13Hq_VYV8gM-lDWYSnZKIqv8hy_837RRTicoeqUjPpl2huYzg20a7_FrIcQZNupIYF28nEawUgQ/s200/YouTubesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469848388249794610" border="0" /></a>Paul Hewson, aka Bono, turned 50 years old yesterday. If you ever have the privilege of playing golf with sacklunch, you might see the best Bono impression of all time. sacklunch only knows one joke (the one about your mother), and once he discovers a bit that works, he performs encores - unsolicited.<br /><br />So imagine you're on the 4th hole staring down a 6 foot putt, you read the green, take a deep breath, and draw back the club. Now imagine a stocky bearded fellow off in the periphery, he's got the flag stick in his hands, starts singing "Sunday Bloody Sunday," and waves the flag as he runs around you. That's sacklunch.<br /><br />If you've been watching ESPN at all this last week+, you might think that the 2010 FIFA World Cup in South Africa is possible because U2 stopped apartheid and elected Nelson Mandela. In the time that it has taken me to write the above, ESPN has shown two of their U2 themed adverts. Now, I grew up mad about U2. I like hearing "Out of Control" as the narrator reminds us that the soccer player wearing number 10 is like today's basketball player wearing 23. So I'm not complaining. Just sharing. Speaking of narrator, here's sir Bono.<br /><br /><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXlBSlyU8xY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXlBSlyU8xY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"></embed></object><br /><br />Oh, make it three FIFA ads now.Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-76247844958727346712010-05-06T22:13:00.008-05:002010-05-07T13:40:17.217-05:00Local de Mayo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.joe-ks.com/archives_may2001/MexicanSunscreen.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg10zwBI1sdwf1G7SGRe-EoAQNwsLHtW4NPo3SZQI8Ck5khNVfgOHU-rBv1QjABu4xLjhsrJgA1wkRVDY6ElCITp9Zk3BRVSTUgDgP1u-gvJprT2xt3MfoEmlax8siu6a2rC_ITiA/s200/MexicanSunscreen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468379754836205170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Local Natives</span> @ RnRH - May 5, 2010 - $10</span><br /><br />I found a nice surprise from Facebook on Wednesday. Instead of the normal PR notice from the Rock and Roll Hotel via their fan page, I received something worthy of a fan page. No, it wasn't a notice about the next Drunken Jenga night or Gugurachi (or whatever it is that they do upstairs on slow nights). This time I received a message inviting me to purchase a ticket to the sold out <a href="http://www.myspace.com/localnatives">Local Natives</a> show. Which I did. There were 5 tickets available, and I got one.<br /><br />Emma Peel is a fan of Local Natives. She talked them up quite a bit, and that was enough for me to pay attention. It was too bad I couldn't get two tix. This show was originally scheduled for DC9 and moved to the RnRH, so I can't be too greedy.<br /><br />I did make a mistake in my pre-concert planning. I decided to go for a run before making my way to H Street. I got cleaned up and everything, don't worry. But sometimes the RnRH can resemble a well attended fraternity party. Too many dudes in close quarters with not enough ventilation. I should have stopped in the local Giant before I got there and stood in the frozen food section for 20 minutes. Instead I arrived with an elevated core temp and it only got hotter.<br /><br />I like shows at the RnRH. It's just big enough, and H street is what 14th street used to feel like, slightly sketchy and under populated. One thing I don't like about the RnRH is the stage lighting. It's really poor, and with such low ceilings, it's difficult to see the band at times. This was true on Wednesday night.<br /><br />Local Natives put out a strong debut album (<span style="font-style: italic;">Gorilla Manor</span>) that I am just getting to know. But some of their slower tunes can drag on a bit live. At least that's how it felt Wednesday. There's also a lot of ah ahhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh whoaaaaaaaaaaaa oooooooooo. I'm getting a little bored with this sound coming from a good number of bands today (Fleet Foxes, Frightened Rabbits, Animal Collective...), but Local Natives enticed a sizable crowd into singing along with them throughout the show. Often that's a sign I'm at the wrong show, but in this case, it was good to see and hear. We don't often get a lot of that in DC. Here's a clip from Weds:<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UOQvYY72sIc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UOQvYY72sIc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />The up tempo tunes were great and if the hot chick behind me hadn't eaten a 6 pack of garlic, I might have enjoyed my neighbors more as they crowded in to get involved. I noticed one Asian American (or maybe Asian Canadian) who was running-in-place/dancing to the music. I saw another Asian North American do the same thing at the Phoenix show. Is this a trend?<br /><br />Bottom line, if Local Natives are playing Constitution Hall in a year and a half, I won't go. The Black Cat seems like a good venue for them next time around. The Black cat has better AC too.Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-43654783501143200832010-05-05T20:10:00.004-05:002010-05-05T20:35:20.816-05:00King James the Lawbringer<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglm7biVz5NC4KLL9Zai5HJOTQiJGqS6ljXPXJH6fdvfIajHaMPlrejxQEXnO_ppU9rKi1I2lLbIjwW8H-tzS3d2uwPHuq_mEiqXik2b4coVD7xPD0vY9cWbvJs1YQ2iIvdQkorXA/s1600/Ziggy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglm7biVz5NC4KLL9Zai5HJOTQiJGqS6ljXPXJH6fdvfIajHaMPlrejxQEXnO_ppU9rKi1I2lLbIjwW8H-tzS3d2uwPHuq_mEiqXik2b4coVD7xPD0vY9cWbvJs1YQ2iIvdQkorXA/s400/Ziggy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467963615042162946" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Eustace Tilley--eat a dick </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">this long</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">, man</span></span><br /></div><br />Thank God LCD Soundsystem is back. I'm sick of all these weenie bands and their Hostess Twinkie bullshit, man. There's an article about the band and their new album in this week's <span style="font-style: italic;">New Yorker</span>, a magazine that I read. Did I mention I read the <span style="font-style: italic;">New Yorker</span>? Because I do. Even the terrible "humor" articles, which I read to myself using a nebbish Woody Allen-type inner voice, because I think that somehow that will make the "jokes" funnier.<br /><br />I also love "Life In These United States" and "Humor in Uniform," as well as "Stars--They're Just Like Us!" Wait, that's <span style="font-style: italic;">Reader's Digest</span>. And <span style="font-style: italic;">Us. </span><br /><br />I do want to submit "My wife is a slut" to the Cartoon Caption Contest, however.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXWnF_8ry5gLKIECIZ7sguj9QtM7NyvuFBjXhOgq9ZMQMMw_GCMqdP-Pr8YW1EeWNZ53WoxaeJ-jMEfZexnc1OMgAV5K1AreNTpC-EcD7lXRu7dyvbEdydZo_2NqBXeNUMnvuVA/s1600/james+murphy+blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXWnF_8ry5gLKIECIZ7sguj9QtM7NyvuFBjXhOgq9ZMQMMw_GCMqdP-Pr8YW1EeWNZ53WoxaeJ-jMEfZexnc1OMgAV5K1AreNTpC-EcD7lXRu7dyvbEdydZo_2NqBXeNUMnvuVA/s400/james+murphy+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467963067797289474" border="0" /></a>Anyway, back on topic--LCD Soundsystem. Here's a quote from the man-genius James Murphy that I think encapsulates everything that's right about his band:<br /><br /><blockquote>LCD live was set up to be an argument about what's wrong with bands and why bands should be better...I always thought we were so obviously not a great band. I was not a great front man. There's a lot of ramshackle mismatched people, and we didn't dress like each other or particularly well. Our rules help us.<br /></blockquote><blockquote>Nobody onstage can hear anything the audience doesn't hear. No click tracks, no guides, nothing can be heard onstage that isn't going to the front of the house. If it's a synthesizer, you have to make that sound happen onstage with a synth. If it's an organic sound, it absolutely cannot be put on a sampler. No 'feeling it.' No sunglasses. No rocking out. No improvising. No noodling. No psyching up the crowd. No pretending you're cool. I understand that if someone's going to make me his idea of cool I can't control that. But no wearing the rock-and-roll hat. Volume. Volume. Volume. Volume onstage. We like it to sound uniform, even, and loud as fuck. I want someone to come out of the audience and onto the stage and hear the same shit.<br /></blockquote>Article excerpts <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2010/05/10/100510fa_fact_frerejones">here</a>.Jimbromskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06480579106355009821noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-6796610993140481232010-05-04T12:16:00.009-05:002010-05-04T21:07:21.406-05:00Self employed cetaceans<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEbp3KeEn2U_PVIIEJ3V0fo8KS4VxuKHU8CGajGZEpUQbvHyxaxYosN0KHeh5nJ6eXenaa285K_CajUuiAVxegf4CAl1fKyWNDdIDuB8EfazHOs1vs8s2w1_gvKi1dEUxKpyHs2g/s1600/YouTubesday.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEbp3KeEn2U_PVIIEJ3V0fo8KS4VxuKHU8CGajGZEpUQbvHyxaxYosN0KHeh5nJ6eXenaa285K_CajUuiAVxegf4CAl1fKyWNDdIDuB8EfazHOs1vs8s2w1_gvKi1dEUxKpyHs2g/s200/YouTubesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467465234630094050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Freelance Whales</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> @ 9:30 Club Sunday, May 2, 2010 - $15</span> -<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> oh, and Shout Out Louds (headliners)</span><br /><br />DCRC went to see the saccharine <a href="http://www.myspace.com/freelancewhales">Freelance Whales</a> at the 930 on Sunday night. This is a band that is easy to listen to, and for me that's good and bad. <br /><br />Have you ever started a new job to find one eager person who is extra nice to you, willing to give you all the insider info about where to get lunch and to tell you who is a bitch and who has a mild cocaine habit? For me, I like knowing a good place to get lunch so I'm instantly grateful. And that's how Freelance Whales strikes me. They use a banjo on stage - and I love banjos - so immediately we're BFF.<br /><br />But the more this new workmate talks the less you like what you hear, and pretty soon you realize why s/he was so anxious to befriend you. It's because this person totally sucks and is fond of manipulation. I fear this will be the phenomenon of Freelance Whales.<br /><br />I've always said that my favorite music is music I don't like at first. Not so in this case, but I'll enjoy them while it lasts. Here's a sample of what they do:<br /><br /><object width="500" height="305"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBGSTEmgvtE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBGSTEmgvtE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="305"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nice hats.<br /></span></div><br />Meanwhile, the <a href="http://www.myspace.com/shoutoutlouds">Shout Out Louds</a> reminded me of something I would have heard off the Breakfast Club soundtrack. They were fine, but what's with the intermittent blasts of "smoke" on stage? There is a segment of the musical spectrum where smoke machines are acceptable, and Shout Out Louds fall outside of that spectrum (which they should be happy for).Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-38655618617014082732010-04-26T22:42:00.007-05:002010-04-29T13:10:42.436-05:00Farewell, til you know me well Girlfriend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNo7IsyMYPQzb74oGGTZP1LzunkdS9Gq8jUnlgvJl5-sfReIanM45Oq4RIEfujO2U4tbbNA5qJVoXERwIIK9XUHfk93bGpaknxmGNlTygF8zhNvo7jPsv_K11UmGZlsYlYKaLJQ/s1600/YouTubesday.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNo7IsyMYPQzb74oGGTZP1LzunkdS9Gq8jUnlgvJl5-sfReIanM45Oq4RIEfujO2U4tbbNA5qJVoXERwIIK9XUHfk93bGpaknxmGNlTygF8zhNvo7jPsv_K11UmGZlsYlYKaLJQ/s200/YouTubesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464659038388706850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Phoenix </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">@ DAR Constitution Hall - Monday, April 26th ~$50</span><br /><br />Move over <a href="http://www.myspace.com/undercoverslut">Undercover Slut</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenix_%28band%29">Phoenix </a>is the crème de la brûlée. First it was the kissing, then the fries, and now we have <a href="http://voices.washingtonpost.com/reliable-source/2010/03/hey_isnt_that_nicolas_sarkozy.html">Sarkozy eating at Ben's Chili Bowl</a> and Phoenix rocking us...? Next they'll be making enemies with the muslim world. The French. They so want to be American.<br /><br />They were practically giving tickets to Phoenix away on craigslist this afternoon, so it was back to DAR tonight. DAR still sucks, but Phoenix is big enough to fill the aircraft-hanger of a music hall. They not only shrink the venue with their massive sound, but with their stage presence too.<br /><br />Here's the difference between Vampire Weekend @DAR and Phoenix @DAR: everyone stands for Phoenix. I think it's deserved. They opened with Lisztomania, got everybody up and were relentless with the catchy pop rock for the duration. Thomas Mars seemed to be looking for every possible emergency exit in the place tonight. I thought he was going to commandeer a spot light and get all Bono at one point.<br /><br />Great show, check out the second part of the clip where half the audience plays rock band.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6p8vdIfZ0UM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6p8vdIfZ0UM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-82283915425903344972010-04-20T19:12:00.008-05:002010-04-20T21:08:00.571-05:00Harlem Night<span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhwCS5Idrn7ZaXQe6uBtifG3Am6r8UXHrnTca6_vzFDykcjGpP3CVPt9ZcDOzd7qxv051xAbfyf0xfhxRTgzmoRwb_O-IxyAmy8xgWvYi9n0pdQCLUwsSV6PLhyqea4zVc7tY3A/s1600/YouTubesday.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhwCS5Idrn7ZaXQe6uBtifG3Am6r8UXHrnTca6_vzFDykcjGpP3CVPt9ZcDOzd7qxv051xAbfyf0xfhxRTgzmoRwb_O-IxyAmy8xgWvYi9n0pdQCLUwsSV6PLhyqea4zVc7tY3A/s200/YouTubesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462377378700935906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Harlem </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">w/ Tennis System & Foul Swoops - April 19th @DC9 - $10 </span><br /><br />We are getting close to the one year anniversary of sacklunch's last post on this site. But that doesn't mean he's completely absent. This Monday night, Harlem performed at DC9, and it was a sacklunch pick. Nice job sacklunch. Never mind that Jumbo Slice has <a href="http://www.dcrockclub.com/search?q=harlem">been talking up these guys</a> for over a year now. He's a deserter and shall be ignored (for now).<br /><br />We only caught the last couple of songs from openers <a href="http://www.myspace.com/foulswoops">Foul Swoops</a>, but they were good, and they looked like they were sophomores in high school. Be sure to check them out if you see them on the bill somewhere. Young rockers.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/tennissystem">The Tennis System</a>? Not so much. I liked one out of the five songs I heard them play before retreating downstairs. But a part of me just couldn't get past their look. It was distracting. You know when lit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFXuVYDRoMbTe4hVfCqR8QVb-51jkbgTC4rIohtXIKv9IT2E5gVgRGR44cuWvgYnkUMFkejn_Z9po14YTCJSpog2iS0JwiVbVs3Gk13DN4KurJRdnHXtcfAqp2m1u7gkwMpOKQg/s1600/little-girl-makeup.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 85px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFXuVYDRoMbTe4hVfCqR8QVb-51jkbgTC4rIohtXIKv9IT2E5gVgRGR44cuWvgYnkUMFkejn_Z9po14YTCJSpog2iS0JwiVbVs3Gk13DN4KurJRdnHXtcfAqp2m1u7gkwMpOKQg/s200/little-girl-makeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462394877445874690" border="0" /></a>tle girls play dress up and wear their mom's clothes and put on make up and look rather messy and ridiculous? Enter The Tennis System. Half of their membership played dress-up, apparently trying to look like 80s rock stars. I wasn't buying it. Leather vests were bad for Danzig, they're bad for Tennis too.<br /><br />Then came the very loose threesome, <a href="http://www.myspace.com/harlemduh">Harlem</a>. Fronted by Michael Coomers, who began the set behind the largest kick drum I've ever seen, I'd say these fellas were well pickled by the time they went on. Sloppy and dealing with technical problems, it didn't matter. These guys were having fun, were self-effacing and they managed to keep it together. "Thanks for paying to see us practice," Coomers joked after his guitar cut out mid song. They took requests from the crowd which filled the club about 80% on a Monday night, and they pleased.<br /><br />I haven't mentioned that Coomers looks a lot like How I Met Sarah Marshall star, Jason Segel, but I'm pretty sure they're the same guy. Judge for yourself (Coomers may need to lay off the french fries a little).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jewishjournal.com/images/bloggers_auto/jason-segel-2_l.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUG3npbxdacI-_FCzFMd7q-JpNP2IC_bxL8i_KKWPrMxSuRhB3CVHB4t2rT6pAMyo_bZtLYlBKAJHJQgRWiR83x3zEK-J80pFnhTQsRFiEzC3BW1V51zicjYGKLDwCGhXAuiZug/s200/jason-segel-2_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462400532360809266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=207681271&albumID=970670&imageID=9778379"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs5FpRAMTnYitemkig85Wz5MKXg64vHE_jdp1Qms0X9TYIae_8tcBmEVRVR2KR3lnajaDwdzw6UGEsUAQfgo4cKB3S3pcyIlvQWr9C3SW0qA2-q29nTSvaVbNEMsuH7q5YjjgGCg/s200/harlem+polaroid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462402430021883954" border="0" /></a><br />Better live than on record, despite (or maybe because of) their messy performance...here's their music video:<br /><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vyOYx0Xzrqg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vyOYx0Xzrqg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"></embed></object>Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-18420009681267444152010-04-13T22:38:00.003-05:002010-04-13T22:43:32.959-05:00Fillet of Soul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAnD0MDVob0_NpYnjd1Ic3D4ebOQpeG0QSuS3uXzHerxy_hyaW0hNRnkxhtm-lLcUNfD5H-OCOCSMze-pGWS2ToAmFoisKCE6ygLieOmiS_wby3oNpN4a4yZx2h7SP1MnNMPIBA/s1600/YouTubesday.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAnD0MDVob0_NpYnjd1Ic3D4ebOQpeG0QSuS3uXzHerxy_hyaW0hNRnkxhtm-lLcUNfD5H-OCOCSMze-pGWS2ToAmFoisKCE6ygLieOmiS_wby3oNpN4a4yZx2h7SP1MnNMPIBA/s200/YouTubesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459832502224392546" border="0" /></a>I keep seeing ads for Soul Train DVDs.<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOAHKmfwpZ0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOAHKmfwpZ0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-47343029468237964782010-04-11T21:05:00.004-05:002010-04-11T22:48:33.774-05:00From this day forward<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo74/desfavor/dick_in_a_box.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPCLWNBOj3NaT7vgnQ14KzuC1Ux23xaAqR-S7vPlWlGIbop-QUgYW8H-WucQ41dhlilV6PBlVkyBxaf-paza68SESYluxS3fR9beLV-Qs_DlkEBadFo0TNm1KrsUETSB-wsaPFDA/s200/dick_in_a_box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459092072709064546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >The Wedding Present</span> -<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Friday, April 9th @ the Black Cat with the Jet Age - $15</span><br /><br />There wasn't much brewing on Friday night, so why not check out <a href="http://www.myspace.com/theweddingpresent">The Wedding Present</a>?<br /><br />I knew/know very little about this band, having mostly thrown them into the same basket of British bands that my neighbor in college would listen to, while I donned my flannel and set my sights on music from the Pacific Northwest. My neighbor, Jason Lee (not <span style="font-style: italic;">that </span>Jason Lee, obv), was a huge fan of Ride, Swerve Driver, Suede, the Reading Musical Festival, and I'm pretty sure the only reason I ever heard of The Wedding Present was because it was in rotation coming from his dorm room.<br /><br />Here's what I've learned since.<br /><ul><li>The Wedding Present is basically David Gedge. He's the only constant in the band since they formed in 1985. </li><li>They didn't stop making music just because Jason Lee is no longer my neighbor. Friday night's show included a handful of tracks from albums produced <span style="font-style: italic;">after </span>1995, actually. Some good stuff.</li><li>While DC area band <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thejetage">The Jet Age </a>opened for The Wedding Present on Friday, as they did some 5 years earlier, there is another Jet Age connection to The Wedding Present. The Jet Age's Eric Tischler "was commissioned to remix the lead track for <span>The Wedding Present</span>’s first ever download-only single, “The Thing I Like Best About Him Is His Girlfriend” from the band’s album <em>El Rey</em>" (thank you <a href="http://www.blurt-online.com/news/view/202/">BLURT on-line</a>).</li><li>Lots of bald dudes in their late 40s/early 50s love this band. They showed up in full force Friday and even had themselves a ghey-ol' dance party in the middle of the floor. Nice to see people dancing. </li><li>The Wedding Present can reach back and deliver some intense indie rock (as well as some softer jams), but they played a long long set. David Gedge turns 50 in twelve days, but he rocked it like a 30something Friday, playing the Bizzaro album (their 2nd in the catalog).</li></ul>Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-58620262834542627842010-04-08T20:26:00.011-05:002010-04-08T23:04:04.807-05:00(Cherry) Bomb<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJaPEYb2FfdQ5B6tJX9s_U5mrsLlwQkSAuAZzRpAhWpAzP4eJoP8-ZpJsLV_yor-vwqmMap2ytJM0cgWaYA31FhpS-vf6XHH_3y0sl4YYgeCYplwDmtwTTfhnffLxZHeFGuDfIw/s1600/The-Runaways-Movie-Poster-Cherry-Bomb-the-runaways-movie-10032330-371-550.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJaPEYb2FfdQ5B6tJX9s_U5mrsLlwQkSAuAZzRpAhWpAzP4eJoP8-ZpJsLV_yor-vwqmMap2ytJM0cgWaYA31FhpS-vf6XHH_3y0sl4YYgeCYplwDmtwTTfhnffLxZHeFGuDfIw/s200/The-Runaways-Movie-Poster-Cherry-Bomb-the-runaways-movie-10032330-371-550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457982097391526978" border="0" /></a>The rockudramedy, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTpdXKocacQ"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Runaways</span></a>, opens nationwide tomorrow (April 9th). On Monday night, Rock Club caught an advanced screening of this "coming-of-age biopic."<br /><br />The first thing I learned from seeing this motion picture was that Joan Jett was a minor league lesbian. I guess this isn't necessarily surprising. She has that hardware-store type of walk, and she hates herself for loving you. After watching this movie, one wonders which got more fingering, her guitar, or singer Cherie Currie. Okay, if you expect to see fingering in this movie you're going to be disappointed. I think Jett is more of a power cord kind of player.<br /><br />But I say minor league because despite the constant references and outright same-sex scenes in the film, Jett has not been out and open about her sexuality in real life. I don't think you can be a major league lesbian if you're not going to be out about it. She <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-sNVyj_x49-H6DWy1OejPMig_3AJL9ja1ygvu047yNkV6qW3EogXw5S_ug1noRmx_2e9ejcFTNToOmPNs-U-l0knXb3mFi9ZNqtmFdDkhkXoH13QsYMFMyiIroU0CLhKXlfwUg/s1600/runaways.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-sNVyj_x49-H6DWy1OejPMig_3AJL9ja1ygvu047yNkV6qW3EogXw5S_ug1noRmx_2e9ejcFTNToOmPNs-U-l0knXb3mFi9ZNqtmFdDkhkXoH13QsYMFMyiIroU0CLhKXlfwUg/s200/runaways.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457975466831344450" border="0" /></a>seems to be more of a double-A athlete than a major leaguer.<br /><br />Thanks to movies like Dazed and Confused, I knew the Runways' big hit, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMDn6V7ZLhE&feature=related">Cherry Bomb</a>, without necessarily knowing it was the Runaways who performed it. I was 2 when this band formed and wasn't living in California. Instead, I remember being pretty psyched each time "I Love Rock and Roll" was played over the school bus radio when I was 8 years old. Joan Jett seemed pretty awesome. Little did I know that tune was a cover of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AT_Pbtyid0">The Arrows' 1975 song</a>. Anyway, "I Hate Myself For Loving You" was pretty solid. But now I've gotten ahead of myself.<br /><br />The second thing I learned from seeing this movie was that I missed hearing some of these tracks I hadn't heard in a while. It inspires you to head to iTunes for a few downloads. No doubt, a calculation when making a movie like this.<br /><br />Kristen Stewart plays a great Joan Jett, and Dakota Fanning plays Cherie Currie, and <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXN5_6vlRbgOk65nff17z16NGGJS-uH7rKmKIy08HPxFo3f32cQmsJaxR_U1gF5kOJxMYb_4rBxSwSSbublqRaoSDFJAI1Nj3QVgzYKxIUAVAI7JhzKo8hV4SnUr8tr0X3E6OEg/s1600/dakota_fanning.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 83px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXN5_6vlRbgOk65nff17z16NGGJS-uH7rKmKIy08HPxFo3f32cQmsJaxR_U1gF5kOJxMYb_4rBxSwSSbublqRaoSDFJAI1Nj3QVgzYKxIUAVAI7JhzKo8hV4SnUr8tr0X3E6OEg/s200/dakota_fanning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457979661824314018" border="0" /></a>I have no idea how true to life her performance of Currie is. But I do know that anytime we type Dakota Fanning on our blog, we get more traffic (welcome back to the blog creepy Fanning fans).<br /><br />Here are some problems I had with this movie.<br />1. No sense of time. You aren't given any clue as to what year it is at any given point in the movie. By the end of the movie, it seemed like maybe 9 months had transpired, when it had <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAvF14w_xuT7TyAqEbKvs19n5XMl9-FI0H8CwaDrrvtY0lzg_EBr7NfwrvogEbMiZGZAVeXpq66vLqzrPf5zOomnlekLc5Xe7bML8yr2DeyV0aq7rUoYtN7HN0KQ9okmnaUs2mw/s1600/lita-ford_1.Jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAvF14w_xuT7TyAqEbKvs19n5XMl9-FI0H8CwaDrrvtY0lzg_EBr7NfwrvogEbMiZGZAVeXpq66vLqzrPf5zOomnlekLc5Xe7bML8yr2DeyV0aq7rUoYtN7HN0KQ9okmnaUs2mw/s200/lita-ford_1.Jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457978405025359026" border="0" /></a>been 4 years. The same can be said for setting. It wasn't until the characters were sitting in front of the Hollywood sign that I knew for sure they were in California. That was 10 minutes in.<br />2. Not enough Lita Ford. The movie was based on Currie's book "Neon Angel," so perhaps it's no surprise that the film seemed to be all about Currie. But I wanted to see more Lita Ford. I don't know why, I just did.<br />3. No nudity. It's a movie about a chick band and there's drugs and rock and roll, but not enough sex if you ask me.<br />4. The relationship between Jett and Currie covered the "coming-of-age" element of the movie. But their relationship wasn't portrayed as being all that complicated (or interesting) beyond the girl-on-girl element. Once you figure that out, the only thing you have left is the nostalgia from the era, and...<br /><br />the best thing about this movie.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_diY77yAOMjgYv_3e0IiIxvKm6aK7xUyea95-9xjTprvLmuT7YloCG1aOGRevt4ZXPvG_3FNVCrWdYiwIluUloYOyrLDr3IHd8uw_psUOrsIP59H6IHv0Zn4TApPV3kI4YgmfLg/s1600/Kim+Fowley.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_diY77yAOMjgYv_3e0IiIxvKm6aK7xUyea95-9xjTprvLmuT7YloCG1aOGRevt4ZXPvG_3FNVCrWdYiwIluUloYOyrLDr3IHd8uw_psUOrsIP59H6IHv0Zn4TApPV3kI4YgmfLg/s200/Kim+Fowley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457977890158030962" border="0" /></a><br />1. The character of Kim Fowley, manager and "creator" of the Runaways. Played by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Shannon_%28actor%29">Michael </a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Shannon_%28actor%29">Shannon</a>, Kim adds the comedy to this tragedy of a movie. In one scene, Joan Jett is calling Fowley from the road, filling him in on how well things are going, and all you hear is Shannon's voice over the telephone, trying to respond, but clearly distracted as he is obviously mid-coitus. He might be worth the time investment in the movie, but not necessarily the price of admission.<br /><br />When it was all said and done, I learned more about the Runaways in 45 seconds reading wikipedia than I did in watching this whole movie. I wouldn't stop you from seeing the Runaways. The first 30 minutes were actually pretty good. But maybe like the band itself, it ran out of gas pretty quickly.<br />I'll bet the film does great in Tokyo.Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-84910529960117933832010-04-06T08:35:00.004-05:002010-04-06T08:59:37.647-05:00Not quite the Graver I had expected<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSFNLxNPazpwbia22wX_eGXPp1Bd8eqkjqvTkIn9m8qnKzx1d2RrzBlsY_RyXg7_bUF_1TQrQEV30QuZ5Q8RA0VpmTZ42iMI_LyBc4WGK8t-061yXqIL1TEmpJiOMlTKnQypNmQ/s1600/YouTubesday.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSFNLxNPazpwbia22wX_eGXPp1Bd8eqkjqvTkIn9m8qnKzx1d2RrzBlsY_RyXg7_bUF_1TQrQEV30QuZ5Q8RA0VpmTZ42iMI_LyBc4WGK8t-061yXqIL1TEmpJiOMlTKnQypNmQ/s200/YouTubesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457017795024199298" border="0" /></a>As mentioned earlier, Jimbromski and I were indeed spellbound by all the Goths congregating outside of Recessions in downtown DC Saturday night. Some folks really know how to make a statement despite a very monochrome wardrobe. Unfortunately for us, the real scene at Recessions for their Spellbound night takes place out of plain view from the street. That and the fact that this doomcookie wasn't brave enough to wander in there, my curiosity as to what goes down at Spellbound went unsated. Mystery solved:<br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEE0M8CKy1U&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEE0M8CKy1U&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Yeah, it's not what I would have expected at all, but probably should've guessed.Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31270091.post-39013584815053780132010-04-04T09:24:00.005-05:002010-04-05T23:36:59.254-05:00VW Fuss<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vampire Weekend</span> - Saturday, April 3rd - Constitution Hall DAR - $30+</span><br /><br />Jimbromski joined me for an intimate night with Vampire Weekend on Saturday. We both felt as vulnerable as Abe Lincoln, sitting in the box just off the stage, but I can't complain about that really. Comfortable and close. It matched the comfort in which we traveled to the venue (minivan cab ride). I've already gone on and on about how much I detest seeing concerts at DAR on this site, and I'll do a little of that again here, but being close helps a lot.<br /><br />Here's some video I took from our vantage point:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6J3oSLpxnhg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6J3oSLpxnhg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Sure VW sold a lot of tickets for Saturday's show, but I don't think they did themselves any favors playing DAR as opposed to the 930. They seemed slightly disappointed with the reaction from the crowd, encouraging more dancing, clapping, singing, fawning, even fist pumping. If the crowd wants to fist pump, it probably would take some coaxing, but clapping, singing along, moving. at. all. - these are not new ideas to us, thank you. But I am less likely to do any of them at Constitution Hall. It's just too big and somewhat isolating, leaving me all the more exposed. Anyhow, the space is better suited for a high school assembly than a rock show. Spoon could sell out Constitution Hall. Easily. But for whatever reason, they don't perform there, and we are all the better for it.<br /><br />VW is certainly a different animal than when we saw them in <a href="http://www.dcrockclub.com/2008/02/vampire-wednesday.html">February of 2008 at the Rock n Roll Hotel</a>. Seeing them performing to high schoolers and their parents this weekend made for a more mainstream experience; not surprising and probably inevitable. But they seemed a little more Disney and a little less rock and roll.<br /><br />My favorite tune of the night was "Cousins," the first single released from <span style="font-style: italic;">Contra</span>. The song itself pushes all of the right buttons for me, but Ezra Koenig's edgy guitar and Chris Tomson's drumming at the end had just the right crash to disturb and rouse. Here's a great video shot by <a href="http://diarrheaisland.blogspot.com/">Diarrhea Island</a>'s Marianne to illustrate (actually, Marianne has <a href="http://diarrheaisland.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-respected-men-vampire-weekend-in.html">lots of great stuff</a> to check out from the show):<br /><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vrt8zq2Tdsg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vrt8zq2Tdsg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object><br /><br />Despite what I said above, the crowd was wild with appreciation, just not very demonstrative beyond the applause and cheers after each song. Not all that unusual for a DC show, but VW could have had the floor jumping if it were at a better space.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJi-r5oFuGpvZCwcZeQLwQYEeQ7Ecgc4oTY2q9uYRZNlLEwu1ltTeXKSaBaqteR3ymqu0wIW6dofIk88EICxV63mjllJrx_vPBGvlkVnmEl1ndOGMqaucCMiaHJni8wD7SN9pKQ/s1600/spellbound.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJi-r5oFuGpvZCwcZeQLwQYEeQ7Ecgc4oTY2q9uYRZNlLEwu1ltTeXKSaBaqteR3ymqu0wIW6dofIk88EICxV63mjllJrx_vPBGvlkVnmEl1ndOGMqaucCMiaHJni8wD7SN9pKQ/s200/spellbound.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456868422199958882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After the show, Jimbromski and I checked out the Goth scene at "Recessions" downtown. Come to find out, they have an ongoing scene offered via <a href="http://www.spellbound-dc.com/">Spellbound</a>. Okay, so we actually just looked on from next door as the Goths gathered outside of Recessions. One of them raced back and forth across traffic for some reason demonstrating just how on the edge these folks live (while avoiding the light of day). Vampire Freakend.<br /><br />I don't imagine I'll be going to see VW again, unless they played a venue like the 930 club or a larger festival where I can lounge outside and see a bunch of other bands too. Saturday's performance was solid, and maybe it's just my middle age flaring up again, but I don't watch Nickelodeon for a reason, and it's the same reason I'll leave future VW shows to the young and the Reston.Potsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17628405727114697845noreply@blogger.com4