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talk-tober

This past weekend was one of those wherein not much of importance happens, and that’s kinda good. The only thing of note, really, to report back on is the show Saturday night at the BBT, but in the end that wasn’t even much to report back on, so I’ll probably eschew that idea.

A look at the week ahead: Tonight is Recoup Monday Night w/ Antiques Roadshow, but apparently there’s still no History Detectives this week, as American Experience is slogging through all the presidents backward or something, so we have Jimmy Carter instead. Oh well. Tomorrow night is Barack America v. Maverick, round II. Thursday night is CP Remixed at WYEP studios; this will likely involve my missing The Office and the premiere of the new show that actually looks to be well-written, Kath & Kim (yes, I’m slightly embarrassed to admit I want to see it). I guess I’ll set that lil VHS guy or whatever.

Did anyone else notice that at the beginning of the game last night, Madden called Santonio Holmes “San Antonio Holmes”? I realize that it’s really close, but still, it made me laugh. I mean, how long until it’s “Laredo Foote,” or “Big Abeline Roethlisberger”?

crawlin’ back eest

Today it’s online, the long-awaited Centipede feature with cover shot. The article isn’t anything special, just me doing my thing, but the photography is spectacular. Please enjoy. And pick up a paper copy if you can. We need all the help we can get — there are potential layoff rumors at the P-G, and Creative Loafing just filed for bankruptcy. Things are not hot these days in the print industry.

viva la libra

Welcome to the latest installment of my series, Blog Updates Once a Month.

Tonight for my birthday dinner, the Pammer and I are headed for Taj Mahal, the Indian restaurant in the North Hills that many rave about. I have never been there. I will report back. I’d link to their site but they’re behind on their hosting bill and their account is suspended, so it wouldn’t help you any. Get on it, Taj Mahal. Maybe I’ll tell them about that tonight. They might just not realize.

In other news — yes, today’s paper includes an article by me about a jam band. But this concludes a period of a few weeks in which I had to scrounge to find stuff to write, due to a number of mishaps. From here on out for a while, you get quality work from me, IMHO. Next week will be Centipede Eest (whose record is totally bomb). Later in the month, Dean & Britta, who I had the pleasure of interviewing at the Warhol last week. Next month, Jolie Holland, who’s coming to the Thunderbird on November 9, and who I am always stoked on.

In soon-coming stuff, Friday evening is the opening of a new show by artist genius friend who I don’t see enough Rick Gribenas and his partner in artcrime Todd Mattei. I intend to attend, then abscond away to watch the absurd presidential debates. And Saturday night I anticipate hitting the Rock Room to see Ukiah, whom I have yet to see, and some others.

More soon perhaps? Or else in another month . . .

hey a thing i wrote

Hi!

My Nicole Reynolds piece is up, find it here. There’s a link at the end to a lil ol’ video that I shot of her at the farm. Nothing too high-budget, just a little song.

Tonight is Cages at ModernFormations, which is where I’ll be if I’m not at home bellyachin’ about this toothache that has taken hold in my life over the past couple days. It’s my fault, I should’ve gone to the dentist earlier, I know.

Otherwise, lots of Olympic watching, still. Also, got out to play a little tennis earlier this week with a couple friends who blog. Hopefully I’ll do that again. I do like some tennis (speaking of which, Federer and both Williams sisters got booted already in Olympic play, eh? Always weird times).

killin’ it

First order of business: Burndowns article in this week’s paper now online. Go check it. I guess I did an okay job of contextualizing the band musically in this one. In my Nicole Reynolds piece I basically do very little do describe her music, I think. I guess my nature is more that of a profile writer than a music reviewer. I find writing/reading about people to be much more exciting than writing/reading about music. That’s just how it is.

Now then. Lately reading: How to Grow More Vegetables etc. etc. etc. I’ve not read up much on biointensive ag in the past, and I’m getting more and more interested in the idea of dropping out of life and starting a farm. Okay, not DROPPING OUT OF LIFE. But having a farm someday. Into it.

back again

Alright, people. Let’s get down to it. Last week I started a draft of a post in which I discussed how freaking long it had been since I last updated this thing. Since then, it’s only been longer. Why so quiet? I dunno. Haven’t felt like posting. DO I OWE YOU AN EXPLANATION? DO YOU THINK I –

Sorry, I’ll chill. Not much new on this front. Got a guitar, playing it a lot. Working a bunch. City Guide came out last week, for what it’s worth — pick up a paper today if you haven’t gotten one, since tomorrow the new issue will be out and City Guide won’t be in it. Next week (not this) I have a big feature on Burndowns (in anticipation of their August 9 release at Gooski’s with Brain Handle and Weird Paul) and the following week, a big feature on Nicole Reynolds. I haven’t had a main music feature in a while, so it’ll be nice. It’s fun to work in a slightly longer form.

There are things I haven’t done yet this summer (play tennis). I will try to catch up with those things. It’s nearly August. Of course, rain notwithstanding, fall is a good time for tennis — not as hot — so it’ll be okay if I play tennis in the fall instead of summer.

Otherwise, kickin’ back, chooglin’, apparently taking a blogging vacation of sorts. It’s all good. What have YOU been up to?

now that that’s out of my system

A few things I’ve acquired and/or enjoyed lately, for your perusal:

Carole King: Tapesetry

We all know like all of the songs on this album, but I’d never owned it. Picked it up at Half Price Books along with . . .

Genesis - Invisible Touch

I didn’t realize exactly how many hits were on this one too — the entire A-side and half of the B-side are made up of radio hits. I’m a fool for “Tonight Tonight Tonight.” Whatever.

Also picked up these books, either at Half Price Books or the Al Hoff/Pat Clark yard sale-a-thon:

New Recipes from Moosewood Restaurant

I’d been meaning to pick up a Moosewood cookbook for some time. I think this rounds out my collection; I shouldn’t really get any more cookbooks, at least for a while. I should actually make more of the recipes in the ones I have. This, along with the Farm cookbook, should yield well, though.

The Control of Nature

You probably already know how I like John McPhee. This is about major engineering projects undertaken with the intention of controlling some natural phenomenon. Y’know, like building that Walmart in Kilbuck. Only bigger.

Reuben

One of John Edgar Wideman’s lesser-known works. I still haven’t gotten to Fanon yet, but I own this one now, so I’ll probably get to it first.

Also, while I’ve got your eyes, my new project is sending people mail on little cards in little envelopes. Short letters, poems, maybe product reviews, collage, WHO KNOWS? If you want to get something at some point, send your mailing address along to me. Also you’ll be expected to reciprocate in some form at some point. Fun!

the emperor returns, presumably with clothes

I don’t think I ever posted details on this show, did I? Here you go:

Emperor X
(Swell lo-fi pop music from FLA via NYC)
Blake/e/e/e
(Experimental-ish weird pop from Italy, ex-Franklin Delano)
Branches!
(Cute pop two-piece from here)

ModernFormations // 4919 Penn Ave. // Saturday June 14 // 8pm // byob // $7

Email me with any questions. It’ll be fun, I swear!

quickly

A few pointers for you:

  • In sad news, those of us into radical organizing and pedestrian newspaper comics lost two heroes this weekend — Utah Phillips, the famed old man of IWW folk singing, passed on Friday and Thelma Keane, wife of Bill and model for the mommy in The Family Circus, shed the world on Saturday.  We’ll miss them both, though one will of course live on in the funnies.
  • Tomorrow night, Hedgeman is hosting a show and Penguins watching event at ModernFormations; the band is playing at 7:00  — they’re called One For the Team, and are on The Militia Group and feature Pittsburgh expat Bill Caperton. Game will be shown on the projection screen afterward, and hopefully no one will be taking one for the team at the hand of Oliver Kromwell or whatever that dude’s name is. I hate him on principle, though I’m sure I’d love him if he were on our team.
  • Emperor X is coming back on June 14, I’ll have a full post on that soon. Get ready! I love that dude/band.

old business

First things first — only really a couple things of note about the SFJ lecture from like two weeks ago that I’m just writing on now:

Overall, I think if he had had something specific to start off talking about, it might’ve had more direction and been a little more focused — I think doing the whole thing as a Q&A was a bit much. Also, I think he’s more of a writer than an off-the-cuff talker, and I can’t fault him for that, as I am too.

There were a few things I wish he had taken in a different direction — for example, one audience member suggested the intellectual/emotional dichotomy with respect to listening. I think that was a good opportunity to talk about differences in motivation for producing and consuming music, and to talk about how those two aren’t always necessarily separate and also can’t be privileged over one another. But it sort of just devolved into a discussion of Battles — which didn’t completely gloss over those ideas, but I’m not sure it was teased out enough as a concept to satisfy the question.

Also — and I’ll paste something I wrote elsewhere in the internet universe here about this — another audience member suggested that critics (she cited experience in the alt-weekly scene locally) don’t like to own their opinions, and tend to try to find good things in what they write instead of being straight about music they just don’ t like.

For my two cents, I think given the amount of space we have to work with at our paper specifically, I tend to try to only choose artists/bands to write about that I think have some merit. The only place that tends not to always be true is if we have room for straight-up reviews of local bands, in which case I tend to try to offer constructive criticism. I won’t talk up a band if I don’t think they’re got something good going on, but I’ll point out what’s good and not so good about their record so that they have something to work on.

Also I tend — and this is a personal preference — to not care that much about critics’ straight-up value judgments because a critic who’s focusing on whether or not they like an album will tend not to spend enough time (in my opinion) looking at why it works or doesn’t. Which isn’t to say I don’t want a critic to ever register a value judgment, but I’d much rather read reviews that put the emphasis on description rather than evaluation, simply because other people’s personal responses on an emotional level don’t necessarily inform my response to a record (or any sort of cultural artifact) and, for my part, I don’t think there’s anything about my personal response that ought to inform someone else’s.

The one thing that really got me, though, was SFJ’s response to the question about the state of hip-hop today; he essentially said that “IF hip-hop is dead, then maybe it should just hang up its medals,” because 30 years is a great run. His analogy was that Buddy Holly died in 1959, and in the 1980’s people weren’t mourning the loss of Buddy Holly as something that left a gaping hole in the landscape of pop music.

Obviously that’s a faulty analogy, and gets to the crux of what’s wrong with his entire idea here: Buddy Holly was one artist, and hop hop is an entire genre of music. I’d say — and Sasha would likely disagree, I suppose — that hip hop shouldn’t even be considered a subgenre of rock. It’s a musical form of its own with myriad subgenres and a tendency to constantly reinvent itself, just like rock & roll. It came up from oral traditions completely outside of the realm of the American pop music that came before it. I doubt he’d say that “if rock is dead, that’s okay;” there are all kinds of ways for rock to shift forms and refresh. Same goes for hip hop.

Of course, I suspect if challenged on that statement (and I would’ve challenged it but it was toward the end of the lecture and I didn’t want to make him go over time), he’d back down and explain that he just meant hip hop as it currently exists a mainstream, popular form, or something along those lines. There are ways to water down that statement to make it slightly more applicable, but it would take a lot of work.

All that having been said, I think that for he’s a good writer and normally astute critic who tends to put his foot in his mouth, then take some time to bring it back out.

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