Fela Kuti - Sorrow, Tears & Blood
Dick Hyman - Flute Loop
Gil-Scott Heron and Brian Jackson - Liberation (Red, Black, & Green)
Boots Collins - I'd Rather Be With You
Adina Howard - Freak Like Me
Bootsy Collins - Bootzilla
Stevie Wonder - Too High
Professionals - Theme from Godfather
Herbie Hancock - Bring Down the Birds
Quincy Jones - They Call Me Mister Tibbs
Ike and Tina Turner - I'll Never Need More than This
Bobby Bland - I Pity the Fool
Royal Esquires - Ain't Gonna Run
Brother Jack McDuff - Gonna Hang Me Up a Sign
James Brown - Hell
Sly and the Family Stone - Runnin Away
Little Sister - Stanga
Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings - When the Other Foot Drops, Uncle
Amy Winehouse - Valerie
Nicole Willis & the Soul Investigators - No One's Gonna Love You
Curtis Mayfield - Beautiful Brother of Mine
Martha Reeves & the Vandellas - Nowhere to Run
Marva Whitney - Things Got to Get Better
The Pharcyde - Runnin
Monday, December 03, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Parliament - Night of the Thumposaurus People
G&D - All 4 You
Lynn Collins - Mama Feel Good
The Dap Kings - Hard Night
Charles Pryor & the Power of Love - What They Doin
David Ruffin - Blood Donors Needed
Dave Lewis - Mmmm mmmm mmmm
Blacknuss - Rising to the Top
Clyde McPhatter - A Lover's Question
The Cleftones - Little Girl of Mine
Dyke & the Blazers - Shot Gun Slim
Bobbi Humphrey - Jasper County Man
Yvonne Vernee - Just Like You Did Me
Ann Peebles - You've Got the Papers, I've Got the Man
Willie West - Fairchild
Shirley Ellis with the Hutch Davie Orchestra & Chorus - The Real Nitty Gritty
Marva Whitney - Unwind Yourself
Charles Crawford - Fat and Funky
The Soul Lifters - Hot, Funky, and Sweaty
The Soul Stirrers - Why Am I Treated So Bad
Soul Command - Hook & Sling
The Pace Setters - Freedom & Justice
Professor Leit - We gotta get togethor
Mombasa - African Hustle
Lil Levair and the Fabulous Jades - Cold Heat
Keb Darge - Mr. Machine
Carleen & the Groovers - Can We Rap?
Big Bo Thomas & the Arrows - How About It?
Black Heat - Zimba Ku
Bobby Copney - Ain't No Good
G&D - All 4 You
Lynn Collins - Mama Feel Good
The Dap Kings - Hard Night
Charles Pryor & the Power of Love - What They Doin
David Ruffin - Blood Donors Needed
Dave Lewis - Mmmm mmmm mmmm
Blacknuss - Rising to the Top
Clyde McPhatter - A Lover's Question
The Cleftones - Little Girl of Mine
Dyke & the Blazers - Shot Gun Slim
Bobbi Humphrey - Jasper County Man
Yvonne Vernee - Just Like You Did Me
Ann Peebles - You've Got the Papers, I've Got the Man
Willie West - Fairchild
Shirley Ellis with the Hutch Davie Orchestra & Chorus - The Real Nitty Gritty
Marva Whitney - Unwind Yourself
Charles Crawford - Fat and Funky
The Soul Lifters - Hot, Funky, and Sweaty
The Soul Stirrers - Why Am I Treated So Bad
Soul Command - Hook & Sling
The Pace Setters - Freedom & Justice
Professor Leit - We gotta get togethor
Mombasa - African Hustle
Lil Levair and the Fabulous Jades - Cold Heat
Keb Darge - Mr. Machine
Carleen & the Groovers - Can We Rap?
Big Bo Thomas & the Arrows - How About It?
Black Heat - Zimba Ku
Bobby Copney - Ain't No Good
Monday, November 12, 2007
Two Slaps Radio [WLUW]
Rasputin's Stash - Mr. Cool
Nicole Willis and the Soul Investigators - Feeling Free
The Beginning of the End - Funky Nassau
Fontella Bass - Leave in the Hands
Betty Wright - Clean Up Woman
Booker T & the MGs - Melting Pot
Candi Staton - Best Thing You Ever Had
Chet Ivey & His Fabulous Avengers - Don't Ever Change
Charles Pryor & Power of Love - What They Doing
Dennis Coffey & the Detroit Guitar Band - Scorpio
Curtis Mayfield - Future Shock
O.V. Wright - Afflicted
Otis Redding - Cigarettes & Coffee
Reggie Sadler - Raggedy Bag
Sharon Jones - Hook & Sling Meets the Funky Superfly
Scotty & the Ris-Tips - The Greasey Spoon
Arvo:
Erma Franklin - Piece of My Heart
The Sol Reys - High Ride Part 1
Vontastics - Never Let Your Love Grow Cold
Billy Butler - I'll Bet You
Mamie Galore - Special Agent 34-24-38
JAmo Thomas - I Spy (For The FBI)
Tom & Jerrio - Come On and Love Me
The GAturs - Booger Man
WAR - ME and Baby Brother
Louis Chachere - The Hen Pt 1
The Unemployed - They Won't Let Me
Sam & Dave - I Thank You
Charles Wright & The Watt's 103rd St Rhythm Band - What Can You Bring Me?
Bud Shank - I Am The Walrus
Bobby Bryant - Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Bill Cosby - Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band
Thelma Houston - Jumping Jack Flash
Soulful Strings - Paint It Black
Curtis Knight feat. Jimi Hendrix - (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction
Curtis Knight & The Squires feat. Jimi Hendrix - Get That Feeling
Special Thanks to Funky 16 Corners for their assistance in the beatles stuff and some other tracks in Arvo's set this evening.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Omophagy is back from Vacation
Date: 7/9/07
Location: The Co-Prosperity Sphere
Show: Select Media Festival with Brilliant Pebbles, Evolutionrevolution, OCDJ, and more
Cost: $10 Suggested
Things I missed to be there: Million $ Mano, Major Taylor, Vyle, the Cool Kids and pretty much everyone else who's ever opened for Flosstradamus at the URB 150 party at Lava; No Vinyl Allowed featuring Joe Vor-Tech, Mr. Automatic, and OneFiftyOne at the Velvet Elvis; David Diarreah and Cave at Heaven; On Parade:A Screenprinted Rock Poster Extraveganza at Clothes Optional; Star Muertos with Mr. Bobby, Rayaline, and Batgerms at the new Pilsen House
Reason for Going: It was a spaceship... a motherfucking spaceship!
Ever since setting up shop in the Co-Prosperity Sphere, a big empty space in Bridgeport that once served as a neighborhood grocery store, the cats behind the Version and Select Media Festivals have shown themselves capable of putting up some truly impressive installation art. Earlier this year, they unveiled We're Rollin, They're Hatin, an exhibition of art inspired by the game Dungeons & Dragons for Version. There's really no way to describe how cool the exhibit was because there really isn't a way to seperate the the art, which included murals, shirts, and large scale statues, from the severely uncool source material it was steeped in. For this year's Select Festival, they've created CPS1: A Space Colony replete with control stations, robots, all variety of blacklit space debris, and a video journey to a party planet called Earth.
It was like some squatters had taken up residence in the outdated corners of the Museum of Science and Industry and thrown a party there. Unfortunately, as wonderul as the exhibits were, the party seemed lacking. It wasn't the acts. I mean, sure, Evolutionrevolution did everything to drive people away, but not too many people ledt. At the same time Brilliant Pebbles and OCDJ did everything they could to get people's asses moving, but the asses mostly just milled about, making them easy targets for the sticker bandit labeling everyone with insults, puns, and punny insults ("space douche", "space lame", "myspace", "personal space").
It might have been that the soundsystem was shit (which is rare for these kids), or that there were parties all over the place that didn't require Northside kids to move south of Grand Avenue, but it might have just been that the opening night of the Select Media Fest was (gasp) more of an art show than a party.
If that's the case it would've been fine by me. I snorted ketamine and drank rocketfuel in the ship's hull, fought with aliens, and simulated sex in the makeout room. It was a party for me, but, again, even if it wasn't, even if it was just a really cool art show, I probably would have been alright. The last month was full of parties. Parties that had no atmosphere but good music and a lot of heads (Hilary Rawk and Skyler's jam "Fierce" above Open End), parties that had great atmosphere but shitty music and sound (The Cobrasnake's "They Live" jam, with it's dayglo drag queen dancers and bloody suspension acts for goth thrill seekers at Das Butt), parties that had good music and good atmosphere but no heads (just about any party I played at), and parties where everything was wrong but were full of heads (Alexander Bassett's "The Deep", and just about every party Mr. Bobby threw at that stupid lumberyard).
I got a job this month, at a clothing store that may never actually open. All of my co-workers are DJs, possibly because the only people left in this city that aren't are my Mom and my sister. Either way, I'm sick of lackluster parties, I'm sick of dance music, and I'm really fucking sick of Chromeo.
Sure there were shows, but they didn't move me. LatinoFest should have been the best thing ever, but it came only a week after Apocalypticrust Fest and I had a better time chugging beer in the alley and talking shit than I did listeing to La Armada Roja. Same thing with the Blog Cabin's Halloween party, where the noise band Suddenly Susan reenacted their set getting shut down a week earlier at Sonotheque. Velcro Lewis played a set at the Cobra Lounge showcasing everything that was good about him and his 100 Proof Band, and everything that made them an obnoxious, novelty bar rock act.
I threw a couple shows. One went well and one didn't. My new monthly, All City Night, at Reggie's Live with DJ Demchuk co-hosting, was too heavy with DJs. Million $ Mano had everyone grinding up on each other at the end of the night, but everybody only consisted of a few handfuls of people. The Image Front, consisting of Joe Vor-Tech and Mr. Automatic were good but not so dancey, with a mix of left-field mashups that was often hilarious, and Skyler's disco would have been the perfect opener to a better show, but as it was, it was mostly relegated to background music. The highlight of the show, that made sure everyone left happy, and feeling like the show was as different and fun as we'd intended it to be, was the BR Trio, a jazz trio that played ragtime covers of The Dead Kennedys and the Misfits, and old-timey music so bawdy it would have made R. Crumb's band blush.
The other show was Windy City Soul at the Darkroom, a celebration of Two Slaps Radio's first anniversary. We were billing the show as a "sophisticated soul party" and despite the technical problems that made the first hour hellish for me, Arvo, and the sound guy. The show was everything it was supposed to be by the time real people showed up. Harlet Star played a set of Def Poetry Style hip hop, with a heavy jazz-soul fusion base and a little chick who could blow Aretha Franklin's ass out with her singing voice. It reminded me of one of those children's sports movies, Rookie of the Year or The Mighty Ducks or some shit where there was always some kid who was incredibly, superhumanly powerful but had no control (I'm embarassed to say it, but my geek-geek double geek ass is specifically thinking of the black kid with the "knucklepuck" in D2: The Mighty Ducks)... her voice was so strong that sometimes it got away from her, but overall it was a good thing. The Revelettes came out between bands to do a throwback go-go dance set, replete with big hair, short skirts, tall boots, and costume changes that brought out more short skirts and tall boots. I'd never taken into account how slick the atmosphere of the Darkroom was because I'd mostly just been there for hipster shit, but it was really smooth. The last band up was JC Brooks and the Uptown Sound, a soul band with an iconoclastic lead singer who channeled James Brown into call-and-response songs about how the Chicago Transit Authority s fucking us over.
Out of the whole month, there were only two things that relly impressed me. The first was Puppet Night over at the Heart of Gold loft in Lincoln Park. I almost didn't go because it was starting on the early side and I was pretty depressed but I figured that if puppets couldn't cheer me up, then nothing could. They did. A cat named Dax sang a beautiful song, an ode to a pirates freedom, loneliness and regret as he assembled a cardboard sailboat from pieces of junk in his suitcase and pushed it across the room. Le Cat Show, a show about the idle rich, their disgruntled workers, and the words pussy, kitty and cat being used interchangeably both literally and as innuendo, premiered 6 months ago in an earlier draft that that may very well have been the most annoying thing I've ever seen (just ahead of Evolutionrevolution at Co-Prosperity and just behind My So-Called Lice at the Fireside Bowl years ago). Since then, they have molded it into something that resembled an Edgar Allen Poe piece as interpreted by the cast of The State. The show ended with a muppet-like handpuppet talking about the process of breeding cows in captivity, that ended with the bird muppet ejaculating turrets of silly string all over his human counterpart. You'll have to take my word that this was less stupid and much funnier than it sounds, or has any right to be.
The other great show was Hallectroween at Subterranean. It was a twist of that time-honored tradition of bands playing as other bands for Halloween, but instead of Local H playing Cheap Trick, or Bibe of the Devil playing Local H, it had a bunch of poppy/punky electro acts playing German electro legends in all of their fascistic glory, including Beau Wanzer and Rolan Vega as Front 242, Detroit artist Goudron as Gary Numan, and Schiller Park's J+J+J who blew everyone away as Kraftwerk, tossing out dozens of red shirts silkscreened with skinny ties, blasting us strobes and flashing LCDs and playing amped up, sped up, house influenced covers of "The Model", "Radioactivity", and "Trans Europe Express".
This show was the perfect marriage of style and substance, sound and atmosphere and I was surprised to see it happen at Subterranean on a Sunday night. Still, I'm glad it did, it made my whole goddamned month.
[Brilliant Pebbles playing the Co-Prosperity Sphere earlier this year]
Location: The Co-Prosperity Sphere
Show: Select Media Festival with Brilliant Pebbles, Evolutionrevolution, OCDJ, and more
Cost: $10 Suggested
Things I missed to be there: Million $ Mano, Major Taylor, Vyle, the Cool Kids and pretty much everyone else who's ever opened for Flosstradamus at the URB 150 party at Lava; No Vinyl Allowed featuring Joe Vor-Tech, Mr. Automatic, and OneFiftyOne at the Velvet Elvis; David Diarreah and Cave at Heaven; On Parade:A Screenprinted Rock Poster Extraveganza at Clothes Optional; Star Muertos with Mr. Bobby, Rayaline, and Batgerms at the new Pilsen House
Reason for Going: It was a spaceship... a motherfucking spaceship!
Ever since setting up shop in the Co-Prosperity Sphere, a big empty space in Bridgeport that once served as a neighborhood grocery store, the cats behind the Version and Select Media Festivals have shown themselves capable of putting up some truly impressive installation art. Earlier this year, they unveiled We're Rollin, They're Hatin, an exhibition of art inspired by the game Dungeons & Dragons for Version. There's really no way to describe how cool the exhibit was because there really isn't a way to seperate the the art, which included murals, shirts, and large scale statues, from the severely uncool source material it was steeped in. For this year's Select Festival, they've created CPS1: A Space Colony replete with control stations, robots, all variety of blacklit space debris, and a video journey to a party planet called Earth.
It was like some squatters had taken up residence in the outdated corners of the Museum of Science and Industry and thrown a party there. Unfortunately, as wonderul as the exhibits were, the party seemed lacking. It wasn't the acts. I mean, sure, Evolutionrevolution did everything to drive people away, but not too many people ledt. At the same time Brilliant Pebbles and OCDJ did everything they could to get people's asses moving, but the asses mostly just milled about, making them easy targets for the sticker bandit labeling everyone with insults, puns, and punny insults ("space douche", "space lame", "myspace", "personal space").
It might have been that the soundsystem was shit (which is rare for these kids), or that there were parties all over the place that didn't require Northside kids to move south of Grand Avenue, but it might have just been that the opening night of the Select Media Fest was (gasp) more of an art show than a party.
If that's the case it would've been fine by me. I snorted ketamine and drank rocketfuel in the ship's hull, fought with aliens, and simulated sex in the makeout room. It was a party for me, but, again, even if it wasn't, even if it was just a really cool art show, I probably would have been alright. The last month was full of parties. Parties that had no atmosphere but good music and a lot of heads (Hilary Rawk and Skyler's jam "Fierce" above Open End), parties that had great atmosphere but shitty music and sound (The Cobrasnake's "They Live" jam, with it's dayglo drag queen dancers and bloody suspension acts for goth thrill seekers at Das Butt), parties that had good music and good atmosphere but no heads (just about any party I played at), and parties where everything was wrong but were full of heads (Alexander Bassett's "The Deep", and just about every party Mr. Bobby threw at that stupid lumberyard).
I got a job this month, at a clothing store that may never actually open. All of my co-workers are DJs, possibly because the only people left in this city that aren't are my Mom and my sister. Either way, I'm sick of lackluster parties, I'm sick of dance music, and I'm really fucking sick of Chromeo.
Sure there were shows, but they didn't move me. LatinoFest should have been the best thing ever, but it came only a week after Apocalypticrust Fest and I had a better time chugging beer in the alley and talking shit than I did listeing to La Armada Roja. Same thing with the Blog Cabin's Halloween party, where the noise band Suddenly Susan reenacted their set getting shut down a week earlier at Sonotheque. Velcro Lewis played a set at the Cobra Lounge showcasing everything that was good about him and his 100 Proof Band, and everything that made them an obnoxious, novelty bar rock act.
I threw a couple shows. One went well and one didn't. My new monthly, All City Night, at Reggie's Live with DJ Demchuk co-hosting, was too heavy with DJs. Million $ Mano had everyone grinding up on each other at the end of the night, but everybody only consisted of a few handfuls of people. The Image Front, consisting of Joe Vor-Tech and Mr. Automatic were good but not so dancey, with a mix of left-field mashups that was often hilarious, and Skyler's disco would have been the perfect opener to a better show, but as it was, it was mostly relegated to background music. The highlight of the show, that made sure everyone left happy, and feeling like the show was as different and fun as we'd intended it to be, was the BR Trio, a jazz trio that played ragtime covers of The Dead Kennedys and the Misfits, and old-timey music so bawdy it would have made R. Crumb's band blush.
The other show was Windy City Soul at the Darkroom, a celebration of Two Slaps Radio's first anniversary. We were billing the show as a "sophisticated soul party" and despite the technical problems that made the first hour hellish for me, Arvo, and the sound guy. The show was everything it was supposed to be by the time real people showed up. Harlet Star played a set of Def Poetry Style hip hop, with a heavy jazz-soul fusion base and a little chick who could blow Aretha Franklin's ass out with her singing voice. It reminded me of one of those children's sports movies, Rookie of the Year or The Mighty Ducks or some shit where there was always some kid who was incredibly, superhumanly powerful but had no control (I'm embarassed to say it, but my geek-geek double geek ass is specifically thinking of the black kid with the "knucklepuck" in D2: The Mighty Ducks)... her voice was so strong that sometimes it got away from her, but overall it was a good thing. The Revelettes came out between bands to do a throwback go-go dance set, replete with big hair, short skirts, tall boots, and costume changes that brought out more short skirts and tall boots. I'd never taken into account how slick the atmosphere of the Darkroom was because I'd mostly just been there for hipster shit, but it was really smooth. The last band up was JC Brooks and the Uptown Sound, a soul band with an iconoclastic lead singer who channeled James Brown into call-and-response songs about how the Chicago Transit Authority s fucking us over.
Out of the whole month, there were only two things that relly impressed me. The first was Puppet Night over at the Heart of Gold loft in Lincoln Park. I almost didn't go because it was starting on the early side and I was pretty depressed but I figured that if puppets couldn't cheer me up, then nothing could. They did. A cat named Dax sang a beautiful song, an ode to a pirates freedom, loneliness and regret as he assembled a cardboard sailboat from pieces of junk in his suitcase and pushed it across the room. Le Cat Show, a show about the idle rich, their disgruntled workers, and the words pussy, kitty and cat being used interchangeably both literally and as innuendo, premiered 6 months ago in an earlier draft that that may very well have been the most annoying thing I've ever seen (just ahead of Evolutionrevolution at Co-Prosperity and just behind My So-Called Lice at the Fireside Bowl years ago). Since then, they have molded it into something that resembled an Edgar Allen Poe piece as interpreted by the cast of The State. The show ended with a muppet-like handpuppet talking about the process of breeding cows in captivity, that ended with the bird muppet ejaculating turrets of silly string all over his human counterpart. You'll have to take my word that this was less stupid and much funnier than it sounds, or has any right to be.
The other great show was Hallectroween at Subterranean. It was a twist of that time-honored tradition of bands playing as other bands for Halloween, but instead of Local H playing Cheap Trick, or Bibe of the Devil playing Local H, it had a bunch of poppy/punky electro acts playing German electro legends in all of their fascistic glory, including Beau Wanzer and Rolan Vega as Front 242, Detroit artist Goudron as Gary Numan, and Schiller Park's J+J+J who blew everyone away as Kraftwerk, tossing out dozens of red shirts silkscreened with skinny ties, blasting us strobes and flashing LCDs and playing amped up, sped up, house influenced covers of "The Model", "Radioactivity", and "Trans Europe Express".
This show was the perfect marriage of style and substance, sound and atmosphere and I was surprised to see it happen at Subterranean on a Sunday night. Still, I'm glad it did, it made my whole goddamned month.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Two Slaps Radio [WLUW]
The Delfonics - Walk Right up to the sun
Sly & The Family Stone - (You Caught Me) Smilin'
The O'Jays - BackStabbers
Rahsaan Roland Kirk - Ain't No Sunshine
Altyrone Deno Brown - Sweet Pea
Sharon Jones - I Got The Feeling (James Brown)
John Williams & The Tick Tocks - A Little Tighter
Artistics - This Heart of Mine
Lon Rogers & The Soul Brothers - Too Good To Be True
Bob & Fred - I'll Be On My Way
Mitchell Mitchell - Gene King - Never Walk Out On You
Lee Fields - Take it or leave it
The Watts 103rd St. Rhythm Band - Spreadin Honey
The Chi-Lites - Are You My Woman? (Tell Me So)
Mary Wells - The One Who Really Loves You
Rufus Thomas - The Memphis Train
OV Wright - Motherless Child
Ray Charles - You'll Never Walk Alone
Huey 'Piano' Smith & the Clowns-
Irma Thomas - Time Is On My Side
Ruth Copeland & Funkadelic - Gimme Shelter
Booker T & The MG's - Outrage
Otis Redding - Satisfaction
Chuck Berry - Too Much Monkey Business
Bosco's Billionaires - Freddy's Ribs
Willie Hightower - If I Had A Hammer
War - The World is a Ghetto
La Charanga '76 - Ain't No Stopping Us Now
Monday, October 29, 2007
Two Slaps Monster Mash [WLUW]
Gnarls Barkley - Boogie Monster
Chicago Afrobeat Project - Superstar Pt. 7
Bobby 'Boris' Picket - Monster Mash
L. Hollis & the Mackadoos - Bui Bui
Funkadelic - Maggot Brain
Jumpin' Gene Simmmons - Haunted House
Screamin' Jay Hawkins - I put a spell on you
The Poppy Family - Where Evil Grows
Fabienne Delsol - I'm Gonna Haunt You
Gloria Jones - Tainted Love
Lavern Baker - Voodoo Voodoo
Charles Sheffield - It's Your Voodoo Workin'
Johnny Otis Show - Castin' My Spell
The Beattle-ettes - Seventeen
Louis Farrakahn - Zombie Jamboree
The Bootles - I'll let you hold my hand
The FAbulous Brothers - Run For Cover (Dells)
Shirley Bassey - Light My Fire
Dave and Ansil Collins - Double Barrell
Soul Unlimited - Raving Vampire, Pt. 1
Kermit Ruffins - Drop Me Off In New Orleans
Marie Queen Lions - Fever
JC Brooks and the Uptown Sound - Baltimore is the New Brooklyn
The Rebirth Brass Band - I Feel Like Funkin It Up
The Fresh Prince and Dj Jazzy Jeff - Nightmare on My Street
The Fat Boys - Are YOu Ready For Freddy?
Dawn Silva And The Brides of Funkenstein - Whole Lotta Game
Ruth Copeland & Funkadelic - Gimme Shelter
The What Four - I'm Gonna Destroy That Boy
Monday, October 22, 2007
TwoSlaps Radio [WLUW]
Sugar Pie DeSanto - I Want To Know
Irma Thomas - Don't Look Down
Barbara Stephens - Wait A Minute
Ruby Andrews - Everybody Saw You
Helen Shipiro - Stop & You'll Be Aware
Little Eva - You've Been Talkin' bout me Baby
Earnestine Eady - The Change
Major Lance - Cryin' In The Rain
Roosevelt Grier - In My Tenement
Rita & The Tiaras - Gone With The Wind Is My Love
Marie Knight - That's No Way To Treat a Girl
Jackson 5 - I Want You Back (Z Trip Remix)
The Explosions - Hip Drop
The Artistics - Leave It Up to You
24 Carat Black - 24 Carat Black
Curtis Mayfield - Live
Frank Penn - Gimme Some Skin
Betty Davis - F.U.N.K.
Yvonne Fair - Funky Music Sho 'nuff Turns Me On
Little Sister - Stanga
Isis - April Fool
Ten Wheel Drive w/ Genya Ravan - Ain't Gonna Happen
Sweet Linda Divine - I'll Say It Again
Ruth Copeland & Funkadelic - Gimme Shelter
Clarence Carter - Snatching It Back
Eddie Floyd - Good Love, Bad Love
The Temptations - Since I Lost My Baby
Sweet Breeze - Good Thing
Thomas Bailey & the Flintstones Band - The Flintstones Shuffle
War - Slippin Into Darkness
The Philadelphia All Stars - Let's Clean Up the Ghetto
Funkadelic - TV promo for Funkentelechy
Friday, October 19, 2007
It's Saturday morning. Glass Candy is playing at Debonair. Digitalism is playing at Smart Bar. Meneguar and Parsley Flakes are probably already finished over at PeopleProjects, ditto Suffering Bastard and TwoDeadSlutsOneGoodFuck over at Mister City. Me? I'm smokin' a hookah in my parents basement, watching an awesome documentary about Klaus Nomi.
It's Sunday morning. I'm watching "Shaun of the Dead". I guess five pm doesn't technically count as morning, but it's Halloweekend, and I've only been up a few hours, I got a job this month, putting up a clothing store on Belmont. With this, coupled with my two days at Reckless and my two weeks at Feed, I will have completed the trilogy of hipster jobs. Hopefully I can keep this one though. Right now I'm working six days a week, and I've been prioritizing going to shows and parties, more than writing about them.
Here are a few tidbits
Cobrasnake Presents
Fierce
Velcro Lewis
Latino Fest
Be Are Trio
Begotten
March Fourth
It's Sunday morning. I'm watching "Shaun of the Dead". I guess five pm doesn't technically count as morning, but it's Halloweekend, and I've only been up a few hours, I got a job this month, putting up a clothing store on Belmont. With this, coupled with my two days at Reckless and my two weeks at Feed, I will have completed the trilogy of hipster jobs. Hopefully I can keep this one though. Right now I'm working six days a week, and I've been prioritizing going to shows and parties, more than writing about them.
Here are a few tidbits
Cobrasnake Presents
Fierce
Velcro Lewis
Latino Fest
Be Are Trio
Begotten
March Fourth
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Intonation's back... in pog form!
Location: Museum of Contemporary Art
Date: 10/9/07
Bands: Califone, The 1900s, The Eternals, Flosstradamus with the Cool Kids
Cost: FREE!
Drinks: $4 312
Things I missed to be there: The John Cage Musicircus at the Cultural Center; The Watson Twins at the Empty Bottle; Lovers in Arms and Phillip Morris at the Beat Kitchen
Reason for going: I really wanted to see Flosstradamus and the Eternals after missing them repeatedly. One out of two ain't bad
We're standing on that island off the Magnificent Mile where all the horse carriages rest. Dan's skateboard screeches and grinds to a stop when we come across a familiar face. A very blunted familiar face.
"Where y'all comin from?"
"They just had a show at the museum."
"Who played?"
"Flosstradamus and the Cool Kids."
"Rock shit?"
"Naw dude, hip hop."
"They hip hop or they rap?"
"A little of both. Club shit."
"What they name is? Cool Kids?"
"Yeah."
"They black?"
"Yeah."
"You sure they black?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know man. Not with a name like the Cool Kids."
I was actually disappointed with the Cool Kids, and how much more rap they were then hip hop. Coming up after a frenzied Flosstradamus set, the Cool Kids came off as low energy. The music was just slow, and the vocals weren't mixed well. It was a hot day, hot enough that we had athletes dying on the street, and I chose to excuse myself and try to see some of the air conditioned Rock/Art exhibit, rather than wait for them to pick up the tempo. They did, of course, with more remix-heavy material that had a stagediving Hollywood Holt getting passed through a sweaty crowd and pumped fists from any hand that wasn't being used to prop him up.
The event was thrown in conjunction with the MCA's fortieth anniversary celebration(s), and their Rock/Art show, an exhibit so bright, loud, and flashy it would give Andy Warhol a seizure...or an orgasm. The party was thrown by the cats who started the Intonation Festival, and opened up the floodgates for all those stupid outdoor indie festivals that piss me off all summer. The way I heard it, they cancelled this year's fest (which was rumored to be featuring Yoko Ono and M.I.A., who ended up performing at Pitchfork and Lollapalooza, respectively) because of money, but the way they play it on their myspace, they didn't want to do it because everyone else was.
This made more sense anyway. Chicago bands playing for Chicagoans for free. The only thing that would have made it better was a later starting time. If I tried harder, I could have gotten there in time for the Eternals, who veer wildly from dance to noise, in a way very reminiscent of Indian Jewelry, but as it was I got there just in time for their last jam. I assume though, that this show wasn't for me. It seemed like every motherfucker I knew was out and about but it wasn't for them either, in the same way that the festival wasn't for me. It was a treat for people who don't get out much, who haven't been missing Flosstradamus parties or Schubas upstairs residencies because they had other shit to go to, but because they had kids or grown folks jobs that wouldn't allow it. I had a good time though. It was a novelty to get sweaty dancey like that with the sun bearing down, and something most people can't pull off (which may account for the hits-heavy Flosstradamus set in all of its ecumenical Kanye, Jay-Z, Daft Punk goodness).
The MCA has thrown a lot of good events over the years, but this was the closest I've felt to how I did back in 2001, when they threw the last of their 24-hour summer solstice parties.
Date: 10/9/07
Bands: Califone, The 1900s, The Eternals, Flosstradamus with the Cool Kids
Cost: FREE!
Drinks: $4 312
Things I missed to be there: The John Cage Musicircus at the Cultural Center; The Watson Twins at the Empty Bottle; Lovers in Arms and Phillip Morris at the Beat Kitchen
Reason for going: I really wanted to see Flosstradamus and the Eternals after missing them repeatedly. One out of two ain't bad
We're standing on that island off the Magnificent Mile where all the horse carriages rest. Dan's skateboard screeches and grinds to a stop when we come across a familiar face. A very blunted familiar face.
"Where y'all comin from?"
"They just had a show at the museum."
"Who played?"
"Flosstradamus and the Cool Kids."
"Rock shit?"
"Naw dude, hip hop."
"They hip hop or they rap?"
"A little of both. Club shit."
"What they name is? Cool Kids?"
"Yeah."
"They black?"
"Yeah."
"You sure they black?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know man. Not with a name like the Cool Kids."
I was actually disappointed with the Cool Kids, and how much more rap they were then hip hop. Coming up after a frenzied Flosstradamus set, the Cool Kids came off as low energy. The music was just slow, and the vocals weren't mixed well. It was a hot day, hot enough that we had athletes dying on the street, and I chose to excuse myself and try to see some of the air conditioned Rock/Art exhibit, rather than wait for them to pick up the tempo. They did, of course, with more remix-heavy material that had a stagediving Hollywood Holt getting passed through a sweaty crowd and pumped fists from any hand that wasn't being used to prop him up.
The event was thrown in conjunction with the MCA's fortieth anniversary celebration(s), and their Rock/Art show, an exhibit so bright, loud, and flashy it would give Andy Warhol a seizure...or an orgasm. The party was thrown by the cats who started the Intonation Festival, and opened up the floodgates for all those stupid outdoor indie festivals that piss me off all summer. The way I heard it, they cancelled this year's fest (which was rumored to be featuring Yoko Ono and M.I.A., who ended up performing at Pitchfork and Lollapalooza, respectively) because of money, but the way they play it on their myspace, they didn't want to do it because everyone else was.
This made more sense anyway. Chicago bands playing for Chicagoans for free. The only thing that would have made it better was a later starting time. If I tried harder, I could have gotten there in time for the Eternals, who veer wildly from dance to noise, in a way very reminiscent of Indian Jewelry, but as it was I got there just in time for their last jam. I assume though, that this show wasn't for me. It seemed like every motherfucker I knew was out and about but it wasn't for them either, in the same way that the festival wasn't for me. It was a treat for people who don't get out much, who haven't been missing Flosstradamus parties or Schubas upstairs residencies because they had other shit to go to, but because they had kids or grown folks jobs that wouldn't allow it. I had a good time though. It was a novelty to get sweaty dancey like that with the sun bearing down, and something most people can't pull off (which may account for the hits-heavy Flosstradamus set in all of its ecumenical Kanye, Jay-Z, Daft Punk goodness).
The MCA has thrown a lot of good events over the years, but this was the closest I've felt to how I did back in 2001, when they threw the last of their 24-hour summer solstice parties.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Date: 10/7/07
Location: Heart of Gold
Show: Puppet Night
Cost: Donation?
Drinks: $2 beer $4 mixed
Things I missed to be there: Apocalypticrust 2007 with Al-Thawra, Demonslaught, Sangre De Abajo and more at the Black Hole; Lord of the Yum Yum at Cal's; Avant Halloween with Mr. Bobby, Cophandz, Menowah and more
Reason for going: I was sad, and puppets cure sadness
Location: Heart of Gold
Show: Puppet Night
Cost: Donation?
Drinks: $2 beer $4 mixed
Things I missed to be there: Apocalypticrust 2007 with Al-Thawra, Demonslaught, Sangre De Abajo and more at the Black Hole; Lord of the Yum Yum at Cal's; Avant Halloween with Mr. Bobby, Cophandz, Menowah and more
Reason for going: I was sad, and puppets cure sadness
Friday, October 05, 2007
Tom Waits - Shake It
Genders - Clothesline
Bellafea - No Reply
GD Luxxe - Hands
Coldcut - EIUC (Solid Groove Remix)
M.I.A. - Bamboo Banda
Warhammer 48K -??????
Jackie O Motherfucker - The Louder Roared the Sea
Mad Happy - File 2 the Metal
Gossip - Standing in the Way of Control
Serengeti - Very Ill
Acid Mothers Temple - The Tales of Solar Sail - Dark Stars in the Dazzling Sky
Genders - Clothesline
Bellafea - No Reply
GD Luxxe - Hands
Coldcut - EIUC (Solid Groove Remix)
M.I.A. - Bamboo Banda
Warhammer 48K -??????
Jackie O Motherfucker - The Louder Roared the Sea
Mad Happy - File 2 the Metal
Gossip - Standing in the Way of Control
Serengeti - Very Ill
Acid Mothers Temple - The Tales of Solar Sail - Dark Stars in the Dazzling Sky
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Sunday, September 30, 2007
A quick bit
The Golden Age opened today, a new Pilsen boutique that acts kind of like a mini-Quimby's. The store is full of weird and beautiful pieces of home-made art, from intricate silkscreens and lithographs, to zines, records, posters and DVDs. I hope that they're aiming for less class and more filled-to-the-hilt, but as it is, it's a little bit sparse.
A band by the name of Outpost played some folk music in the basement and it was really beautiful, heavy on the violin, to the extent that you actually could use the word heavy in conjunction with the very soft, floating ethereal sounds the instrument was making.
A band by the name of Outpost played some folk music in the basement and it was really beautiful, heavy on the violin, to the extent that you actually could use the word heavy in conjunction with the very soft, floating ethereal sounds the instrument was making.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Tuxedomoon - I Heard it Through the Grapevine
Young Gods - Face a Face L'amour
M.I.A. - Bamboo Banga
Kavinsky - Wayfarer
Klaus Nomi - Total Eclipse
Violent Femmes - Black Girls
Tom Waits - Rain Dogs
World/Inferno Friendship Society - Addicted to Bad Ideas
Camper Van Beethoven - Eye of Fatima
Pinata Protest - La Cantina
GBH - Malice in Wonderland
Tras De Nada - Proletario
Morlocks - Project Blue
Frank Zappa - Dupree's Paradise/Satumaa
Cibo Matto - Sci-Fi Wasabi
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Graveyard
Tuxedomoon - In Heaven
Urgh!
Mumia/Mathew Shipp Education Vortex
Young Gods - Face a Face L'amour
M.I.A. - Bamboo Banga
Kavinsky - Wayfarer
Klaus Nomi - Total Eclipse
Violent Femmes - Black Girls
Tom Waits - Rain Dogs
World/Inferno Friendship Society - Addicted to Bad Ideas
Camper Van Beethoven - Eye of Fatima
Pinata Protest - La Cantina
GBH - Malice in Wonderland
Tras De Nada - Proletario
Morlocks - Project Blue
Frank Zappa - Dupree's Paradise/Satumaa
Cibo Matto - Sci-Fi Wasabi
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Graveyard
Tuxedomoon - In Heaven
Urgh!
Mumia/Mathew Shipp Education Vortex
Monday, September 24, 2007
Two Slaps Radio [WLUW]
ARVO:
Altyrone Deno Brown - Sweet Pea
Betty Wright - Good Lovin'
Johnny Davis/The Arrows - Boogedy Boogedy
Helene Smith - You Got To Do Your Share
Joe King - Speak On Up
Ronnie Whitehead - Cold Feet
Chip Willis & Double Exposure - I'm Gonna Gitcha
Majestic Arrows - One More Time Around
Marion Black - Come Come On and Gettit
Manhattens - Why Should I Cry
Mitch Mitchell/Gene King - Never Walk Out On You
Mae Young - Let's Give Our Love a Try
OFS Unlimited - Mister Kidneys
Grand Prix's - You Drive Me Crazy
Priscilla Paris - My Window
THe Paris Sisters - Dream Lover
Diane Renay - Navy Blue
Diane Ray - Snow Man
Little Peggy March - I Will Follow Him
Kari Lynn - Cleo Cleopatra
Sandi Shaw - Puppet On a String
Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings - Let Them Knock
Ananda Shankar - Jumpin Jack Flash
Curtis Mayfield - (Don't Worry) If There's a Hell Below We're All Gonna Go
Bobby Byrd - Soul Man (live)
Bobby Byrd - I'm Lonely
Bobby Byrd - I'm Comin
James Brown - Just Won't Do Right
James Brown and his Famous Flames - Baby You're Right
Bobby Byrd - Keep On Doin What You're Doin
Bobby Byrd - I Know You Got Soul
Diana Ross - Keep On Down the Road
Gnarls Barkley - Gone Daddy Gone
Ebo Taylor - Heaven
Fania All Stars - There You Go
DJ Shadow & Keb Darge - Butter That Popcorn
Gene Chandler - Lovequake
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Brazilian Ukrainian Sweatlodge
Date: 9/21/07
Location: Empty Bottle
Bands: Juiceboxxx, Bonde Do Role
Cost: $12
Drinks: $2 Point
Things I missed to be there: MOTO and the Cola Freaks at the Lucky Gator Loft; Rollin Hunt, Pillars and Tongues, and John Bellows at Mister City; ESG, Yo Majesty, and Bahamadia at The Abbey Pub; Orphan Works with the Anatomy Collective at MoJoes Hothouse; Mucca Pazza with Obelisk and MC Cat Genius at the Hideout; Smash & Crunch featuring Passions, JoJo, Lance Milk, and Mr. Automatic at Liar's Club
Reason for Going: I like Bonde Do Role so much that not only did I pay the exorbitant (for me) cover charge, but I backed out of a low paying gig to do so.
While you could time your watch to houseparty DJs playing Justice's "D.A.N.C.E" at midnight like this year's "Sexyback", more and more you could hear Bonde Do Role tracks snuck in, as the new omnipresence. At this point, you could hear them anywhere, on college radio and cable TV bumpers, with the pitch cranked up to a million for maximum jukin' or going their own pace on my Mom's iPod. They are one of the dumbest bands of the year and one of the best. With Lazers is incredibly fun, and as baile funk goes, kinda lowest common denominator. It's incredibly, idiotically profane party music, but because Portuguese barely registers to me as anything more than rock'n'roll gibberish, the jokes don't wear thin, and I don't have to worry about Bonde Do Role turning into the next Fannypack (remember that band that did that song "Cameltoe"?).
I wouldn't have expected the Empty Bottle to get such a kick out of three kids and a laptop, but by the end of their set they had a whole sold-out crowd dancing, or at least jumping up and down. Their set was everything good about their album cranked up. There were even more iconic samples, ranging from the intro to Europe's "The Final Countdown" for a remix of "Gasolina" to the bass and "uh huhs" from Grease's "Summer Lovin" for "Jabuticaba" from one of their singles, to a shit ton of Slayer, and I'm not sure but it sounded like all those 80s metal guitars had been re-recorded and done louder. Then there was Marina Vello humping everyone on stage, moaning, screaming, rapping like a mongoloid, spitting blood, stripping, and grinding in the crowd like the Brazilian love child of Karen O and Peaches.
The whole time, it looked like the band was having fun. "We tried to make it nice for you," Marina announced, referring to the balloons and streamers they'd decorated the stage with and proceeded to rip apart. Pedro D'Eyrot and Rodrigo Gorky attemped (and failed) to come up with synchronized dance moves on the spot and looked on with glee as they miked themselves popping balloons with cigarettes.
The Empty Bottle can get so pretensious that changing the space just that little bit with the dollar store party decorations makes it approachable enough for people to stop fronting and get stupid in indie land.
Juiceboxxx ends up transforming the space with his entire set which, for the most part involves him climbing on every climbable thing in the room and then rapping on top of it. I had my doubts about whether his act could translate to a real venue but he kicked the Bottle's ass and was the perfect hype act for Bonde Do Role. He had people dancing on one side of the room, and then tensing up whenever he came over. They liked him and they were afraid of him, because they didn't know what he was going to do, he was shirtless and sweaty and looked like he could give two shits about someone's personal space. It was as if, because, as a skinny, whiteboy from Wisconsin, he was never going to be intimidating (and possibly doomed to be adorable), he would do the next best thing to scaring people by making them uncomfortable. It was an interesting thing to see, and if I'd thought it up on my own, I never would've thought it would have gotten people to dance.
Location: Empty Bottle
Bands: Juiceboxxx, Bonde Do Role
Cost: $12
Drinks: $2 Point
Things I missed to be there: MOTO and the Cola Freaks at the Lucky Gator Loft; Rollin Hunt, Pillars and Tongues, and John Bellows at Mister City; ESG, Yo Majesty, and Bahamadia at The Abbey Pub; Orphan Works with the Anatomy Collective at MoJoes Hothouse; Mucca Pazza with Obelisk and MC Cat Genius at the Hideout; Smash & Crunch featuring Passions, JoJo, Lance Milk, and Mr. Automatic at Liar's Club
Reason for Going: I like Bonde Do Role so much that not only did I pay the exorbitant (for me) cover charge, but I backed out of a low paying gig to do so.
While you could time your watch to houseparty DJs playing Justice's "D.A.N.C.E" at midnight like this year's "Sexyback", more and more you could hear Bonde Do Role tracks snuck in, as the new omnipresence. At this point, you could hear them anywhere, on college radio and cable TV bumpers, with the pitch cranked up to a million for maximum jukin' or going their own pace on my Mom's iPod. They are one of the dumbest bands of the year and one of the best. With Lazers is incredibly fun, and as baile funk goes, kinda lowest common denominator. It's incredibly, idiotically profane party music, but because Portuguese barely registers to me as anything more than rock'n'roll gibberish, the jokes don't wear thin, and I don't have to worry about Bonde Do Role turning into the next Fannypack (remember that band that did that song "Cameltoe"?).
I wouldn't have expected the Empty Bottle to get such a kick out of three kids and a laptop, but by the end of their set they had a whole sold-out crowd dancing, or at least jumping up and down. Their set was everything good about their album cranked up. There were even more iconic samples, ranging from the intro to Europe's "The Final Countdown" for a remix of "Gasolina" to the bass and "uh huhs" from Grease's "Summer Lovin" for "Jabuticaba" from one of their singles, to a shit ton of Slayer, and I'm not sure but it sounded like all those 80s metal guitars had been re-recorded and done louder. Then there was Marina Vello humping everyone on stage, moaning, screaming, rapping like a mongoloid, spitting blood, stripping, and grinding in the crowd like the Brazilian love child of Karen O and Peaches.
The whole time, it looked like the band was having fun. "We tried to make it nice for you," Marina announced, referring to the balloons and streamers they'd decorated the stage with and proceeded to rip apart. Pedro D'Eyrot and Rodrigo Gorky attemped (and failed) to come up with synchronized dance moves on the spot and looked on with glee as they miked themselves popping balloons with cigarettes.
The Empty Bottle can get so pretensious that changing the space just that little bit with the dollar store party decorations makes it approachable enough for people to stop fronting and get stupid in indie land.
Juiceboxxx ends up transforming the space with his entire set which, for the most part involves him climbing on every climbable thing in the room and then rapping on top of it. I had my doubts about whether his act could translate to a real venue but he kicked the Bottle's ass and was the perfect hype act for Bonde Do Role. He had people dancing on one side of the room, and then tensing up whenever he came over. They liked him and they were afraid of him, because they didn't know what he was going to do, he was shirtless and sweaty and looked like he could give two shits about someone's personal space. It was as if, because, as a skinny, whiteboy from Wisconsin, he was never going to be intimidating (and possibly doomed to be adorable), he would do the next best thing to scaring people by making them uncomfortable. It was an interesting thing to see, and if I'd thought it up on my own, I never would've thought it would have gotten people to dance.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Autumnal Gibbledy Gurge [WZRD]
Screamin Cyn Cyn & the Pons - Pedro's
Danny DJ & Morenna DJ - Villa De Penha
M.I.A. - Kala
Rachel's - Arterial/ Even-Odd
Tragic Mulatto - She's a Ho
[The following sets are an experiment to see if my last.fm page can be a better wzrd dj than I am]
Bonde Do Role - Rap Do Cb
The Ronettes - Baby I Love You
Dead Kennedys - Halloween
Shellac - Bonche's Dick
Japan - Don't Rain On my Parade
The Crystals - He Hit Me and it Felt Like a Kiss
The Magnetic Fields - I Don't Really Love You Anymore
Lydia Lunch - Four Cornered Room
The Meteors - Mutrant Rock
[Result: if buffering didn't take so long, it might have, but there was no accounting for profanity. that Lydia Lunch song should not have been played. strangely enough, it's the second time I've played it, the first being the result of me not screening the thing on youtube]
Dizee Rascal - Round We Go
Liars - They Don't Want Your Corn, They ant Your Kids
Justice - Waters of Nazareth (Menowah remix)
Strategy - Can't Roll Back
Chromatics - Nite 12
Nappy Roots - Roun the Globe
Alien Skull Paint - Unidentified
Murs - Walk Like a Man
Magic is Kuntmaster - Pestilence
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Who Thinks This Guy Here is a Bottom?
Date: 9/18/07
Location: Funky Buddha Lounge
Show: Outdanced featuring Dark Wave Disco, Michael T Motherfucker, Theo, Pier Novikov, Peppermint Gummybear and more
Cost: Free with RSVP to going.com
Drinks: $1 well vodka and whiskey
Things I missed to be there: Simian Mobile Disco and Telefon Tel Aviv at the Empty Bottle
Too many people are doing the same thing. It's getting annoying and, sadly, I'm one of them. Last night's show was swarmed with event photographers, trolling through the bar for people having a good time or looking to pose, without really stopping to get down themselves.
That was my big problem with Outdanced, a show I've been looking forward to for some time now. Not enough people were having a good time, and the DJs weren't helping. When I got there, Margaret Cho had just come through and done her thing and Theo and Michael T Motherfucker were spinning, and it was just a flairless set of all that postpunk, new wave, and NY dance shit me, my Mom, and everybody else plays. I had hoped we would be seeing Theo (formerly of the Lunachicks) with her new band, Theo and the Skyskrapers, who do their own version of that synthy NY shit I just mentioned, but she was just spinning. One room over, Dark Wave Disco was playing some hard hitting dance shit but no one was getting down because it was the room people were going into because it was less crowded than the main room. It probably would have stayed that way if Peppermint Gummybear didn't change the mood with a hot body crowd, pulling all the photographers up to the front of the room, and whipping the rest of the crowd into a spring break-at-Senor Frog's-in-Cabo type of frenzy.
The results were a couple of titties, a couple of butts, one wang, a bunch of screaming motherfuckers who wanted to get laid, and untold number of pictures that look exactly like this...
Which is kind of interesting, I guess, but also pointless. I kept my guy sheathed because the party was covered and there wasn't much I could add but a bunch of self-serving pictures of other photographers.
Professional quality digital cameras are pretty cheap these days. For just a couple hundred bucks more than something that fits in your pocket and takes mediocre pictures, you can get a Rebel, an N60 or a D40 and the people who really like to see pictures of themselves are starting to realize. In a Newcity article about the main stealer of hipster souls in town, Liz Armstrong (who writes about Outdanced in this week's Reader) describes it thusly: "Anyone with a really nice camera can do that shit. There is nothing else but an image, and in the end I guess it feels a little cheap."
When the Hot Body contest was over people were actually starting to dance in the main room. I shook my shit for a little while and got bored, wondering if Simian Mobile Disco were ever going to show up, looked at my friends falling asleep on the couches in the VIP room, shrugged and left, drunker than I should have been and ready to sleep.
[Theo & the Skyscrapers doing their thing]
Location: Funky Buddha Lounge
Show: Outdanced featuring Dark Wave Disco, Michael T Motherfucker, Theo, Pier Novikov, Peppermint Gummybear and more
Cost: Free with RSVP to going.com
Drinks: $1 well vodka and whiskey
Things I missed to be there: Simian Mobile Disco and Telefon Tel Aviv at the Empty Bottle
Too many people are doing the same thing. It's getting annoying and, sadly, I'm one of them. Last night's show was swarmed with event photographers, trolling through the bar for people having a good time or looking to pose, without really stopping to get down themselves.
That was my big problem with Outdanced, a show I've been looking forward to for some time now. Not enough people were having a good time, and the DJs weren't helping. When I got there, Margaret Cho had just come through and done her thing and Theo and Michael T Motherfucker were spinning, and it was just a flairless set of all that postpunk, new wave, and NY dance shit me, my Mom, and everybody else plays. I had hoped we would be seeing Theo (formerly of the Lunachicks) with her new band, Theo and the Skyskrapers, who do their own version of that synthy NY shit I just mentioned, but she was just spinning. One room over, Dark Wave Disco was playing some hard hitting dance shit but no one was getting down because it was the room people were going into because it was less crowded than the main room. It probably would have stayed that way if Peppermint Gummybear didn't change the mood with a hot body crowd, pulling all the photographers up to the front of the room, and whipping the rest of the crowd into a spring break-at-Senor Frog's-in-Cabo type of frenzy.
The results were a couple of titties, a couple of butts, one wang, a bunch of screaming motherfuckers who wanted to get laid, and untold number of pictures that look exactly like this...
Which is kind of interesting, I guess, but also pointless. I kept my guy sheathed because the party was covered and there wasn't much I could add but a bunch of self-serving pictures of other photographers.
Professional quality digital cameras are pretty cheap these days. For just a couple hundred bucks more than something that fits in your pocket and takes mediocre pictures, you can get a Rebel, an N60 or a D40 and the people who really like to see pictures of themselves are starting to realize. In a Newcity article about the main stealer of hipster souls in town, Liz Armstrong (who writes about Outdanced in this week's Reader) describes it thusly: "Anyone with a really nice camera can do that shit. There is nothing else but an image, and in the end I guess it feels a little cheap."
When the Hot Body contest was over people were actually starting to dance in the main room. I shook my shit for a little while and got bored, wondering if Simian Mobile Disco were ever going to show up, looked at my friends falling asleep on the couches in the VIP room, shrugged and left, drunker than I should have been and ready to sleep.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Two Slaps Radio [WLUW]
Ike and Tina Turner - It;s gonna work out fine
Syl Johnson - Back for a taste of your love
Eddie Ray - Wait a Minute
Al Green - Let's Stay Together
Wilson Pickett - 634-5789
Carla Thomas/Rufus Thomas - The Birds and the bees
Eddie Floyd - Raise Your Hand
The Astors - In the Twilight Zone
Jeanne & The Darlings - Hang Me Now
Barbara Stephens - Wait A Minute
Sam & Dave - I Take What I Want
Mar-Keys - Foxy
Booker T and The MGs - Green Onions
The Bar-Kays - Give Everybody Some
Otis Redding - Security
Sir Mack Rice - Mini-Skirt Minnie
Memphis Nomads - Don't Pass Your Judgement
Quantic Soul Orchestra w/ Spanky Wilson - Don't Joke With a Hungry Man
Lab Rat set:
Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings - 100 Days 100 Nights
Jay Mitchell - Mustang Sally
Amy Winehouse feat. Ghostface Killah - You Know You're No Good
Billy Paul - Am I Black Enough For You
Baby Huey - One Dragon, Two Dragon
Lyn Collins - Do Your Thing
Angelique & Third World - Love Cycle
BT Express - Express
Master Chivero - Black September
The Rhine Oaks - Tampin
Clarence Carter - Snatching It Back
Sunday, September 16, 2007
The Renegades of Spunk
Date: 9/16/07
Show: Do+Division Street Fest/Renegade Craft Fair with Camper Van Beethoven and more
Cost: Street festivals are technically free but theytry to enforce their $5 donation
Reason for going: I really like Camper Van Beethoven
"We've been together like three years."
"Long time."
"Maybe we should get married."
"I think I saw some handmade wedding invitations over at the Etsy tent."
"Oh, cool. Do you think they could cross stitch some with pictures of birds or maybe giant squid?"
"Probly. Where are you gonna have the ceremony?"
"We were thinking about the Hideout, or if they're booked, that loft above Diana's shoes. Half off admission if you RSVP to Going."
"Of course... you could have Flosstradamus do the reception."
"With special guests Million Dollar Mano and the Cool Kids."
"Yell some vows at this bitch!"
"Throw a ring on this bitch!"
"You could have a 21 moped salute."
"Naw, too gaudy. I was thinking maybe just a pair of Just Married mopeds. We were gonna register at Warbux anyway."
"Fuck that, I'm registering at Tiffany's."
"Fuck that, you're registering at Gramaphone."
"We'll talk."
"No. We won't."
This is how it starts. The hippest goddamn street fair I've ever seen. On one side, it's all silkscreened shirts and handmade buttons. On the other side it's all funnel cakes and Polaroid pictures in front of a surfer backdrop. Hipsters and yuppies pass freely between the two worlds like before and after pictures of one another. When we're done cracking up about our ultimate West Town wedding, we feel a little embarassed and a little empty, because we're not above it at all. We crumple up our plastic cups, each one stained with a different flavor of Carlo Rossi, and seperate.
We need to kill time before Camper Van Beethoven. I don't know where K____ and B______ go. They're skinny fuckers, and functional alcoholics. They could be anywhere. Sarah and I our chubby fuckers with poor impulse control, so we go to Small Bar for hummus, beer, and fried cheese curds.
When we get back to the fest, we're already late. Camper Van is playing a waltz. This is the kind of stuff I really like from them. The songs that sounded almost Eastern European in their perfect mix of joyous and mournful. This was the only one I was going to here before they launched into a rockish nostalgia set. I've always liked Camper Van Beethoven, from the goofy pop and country of "Joe Stalin's Cadillac" and "Lassie Went to the Moon" to songs like "Eye of Fatima" which may or may not be as deep and as beautiful as I thought they were when I first heard them, but the last time I saw the band, at the Old Town School's annual Folk and Roots fest a few years back, they were amazing. Their music was experimental and otherworldly, sometimes inhuman and sometimes excessively so. They played just a few recognizable songs and a handful of instruments I'd never seen before. This was at least a year before their reunion album and they didn't play it like it was a reunion, they played it like a band who wanted to blow the hell out of anyone who took the time to see them.
I don't know if the organizers of the Do+Division Street Fest tell their headliners to play the hits or if it's unspoken. Maybe it's just what the band wanted to do. I have my doubts because I don't want it to be what the band watnted, and this is the same festival that the Violent Femmes sucked ass at the last time I saw them. Whoever decided to play the show as a testament to 80s college radio, it made a lot of people happy. Left and right I saw cats singing along and getting all intense. I was bored, but I had come in with different expectations, so I left the band with the people who were going to enjoy them.
I was ready to wash the icky feelings off of me anyway. I saw a vision of a future that I really don't want for me today, and I was an active participant.
Show: Do+Division Street Fest/Renegade Craft Fair with Camper Van Beethoven and more
Cost: Street festivals are technically free but theytry to enforce their $5 donation
Reason for going: I really like Camper Van Beethoven
"We've been together like three years."
"Long time."
"Maybe we should get married."
"I think I saw some handmade wedding invitations over at the Etsy tent."
"Oh, cool. Do you think they could cross stitch some with pictures of birds or maybe giant squid?"
"Probly. Where are you gonna have the ceremony?"
"We were thinking about the Hideout, or if they're booked, that loft above Diana's shoes. Half off admission if you RSVP to Going."
"Of course... you could have Flosstradamus do the reception."
"With special guests Million Dollar Mano and the Cool Kids."
"Yell some vows at this bitch!"
"Throw a ring on this bitch!"
"You could have a 21 moped salute."
"Naw, too gaudy. I was thinking maybe just a pair of Just Married mopeds. We were gonna register at Warbux anyway."
"Fuck that, I'm registering at Tiffany's."
"Fuck that, you're registering at Gramaphone."
"We'll talk."
"No. We won't."
This is how it starts. The hippest goddamn street fair I've ever seen. On one side, it's all silkscreened shirts and handmade buttons. On the other side it's all funnel cakes and Polaroid pictures in front of a surfer backdrop. Hipsters and yuppies pass freely between the two worlds like before and after pictures of one another. When we're done cracking up about our ultimate West Town wedding, we feel a little embarassed and a little empty, because we're not above it at all. We crumple up our plastic cups, each one stained with a different flavor of Carlo Rossi, and seperate.
We need to kill time before Camper Van Beethoven. I don't know where K____ and B______ go. They're skinny fuckers, and functional alcoholics. They could be anywhere. Sarah and I our chubby fuckers with poor impulse control, so we go to Small Bar for hummus, beer, and fried cheese curds.
When we get back to the fest, we're already late. Camper Van is playing a waltz. This is the kind of stuff I really like from them. The songs that sounded almost Eastern European in their perfect mix of joyous and mournful. This was the only one I was going to here before they launched into a rockish nostalgia set. I've always liked Camper Van Beethoven, from the goofy pop and country of "Joe Stalin's Cadillac" and "Lassie Went to the Moon" to songs like "Eye of Fatima" which may or may not be as deep and as beautiful as I thought they were when I first heard them, but the last time I saw the band, at the Old Town School's annual Folk and Roots fest a few years back, they were amazing. Their music was experimental and otherworldly, sometimes inhuman and sometimes excessively so. They played just a few recognizable songs and a handful of instruments I'd never seen before. This was at least a year before their reunion album and they didn't play it like it was a reunion, they played it like a band who wanted to blow the hell out of anyone who took the time to see them.
I don't know if the organizers of the Do+Division Street Fest tell their headliners to play the hits or if it's unspoken. Maybe it's just what the band wanted to do. I have my doubts because I don't want it to be what the band watnted, and this is the same festival that the Violent Femmes sucked ass at the last time I saw them. Whoever decided to play the show as a testament to 80s college radio, it made a lot of people happy. Left and right I saw cats singing along and getting all intense. I was bored, but I had come in with different expectations, so I left the band with the people who were going to enjoy them.
I was ready to wash the icky feelings off of me anyway. I saw a vision of a future that I really don't want for me today, and I was an active participant.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Off the Hook, Now Get Out of the House
Date: 9/14/07
Location: People Project
Show: OffGrid Radio Benefit with Environmental Encroachment, Rand Sevilla, Livewire, Protman, and DJ Demchuk vs. Eric lab Rat
Cost: $5 suggested
Drinks: $1 beer, $1 vegan jello
Things I missed to be there: Rooftop Party with DJs Hilary Rawk, Joel Brown, Menowah, and Emily Tragic; CHIRP benefit with 3 AM Fever, Ultratumbados, and The Slim Pickins at the Mutiny
The night started on a surreal note. DJ Demchuk and I frantically trying to fix my equipment, which all decided to go to shit at the same time. We look up and realize that the only people in the room are the members of Environmental Encroachment, all dressed as bunnies, and the goons, a large group of leather jacketed hardcore guys from the Southside. We shrug it off and get slug through a mediocre set as people filter in. The people who run the gallery have already dismissed us.
I now know a few common sense things I never would have thought to ask before, mainly, once someone accepts your request to use their place to host a party, offering no conditions of their own, ask again. I figure that when someone says I can have a party at their place, I have permission to use their place until the cops come or it peters out on it's own, at the very least until the same time as the bars close.
This was not the case.
Two days before the party, we were told that we would have to clear the place out at nine. I should've argued but I didn't. I figured that if the party was still going strong, they would let it keep going for another hour and, if not, we could probably bribe them. Unfortunately these guys had some integrity, they were steadfast, and between midnight and one, over 100 people got turned away at the door.
Of course, only some of those people missed out on a worthwhile party. The night started out strong with Environmental Encroachment pulling out all the stops, pushing the bass to eleven, drumming on a ventilation ducts, even sneaking a Radiohead song into their drum-and-brass madness; the night ended even stronger, with Rand Sevilla getting people naked on the dance floor for a big, sweaty jukefest, but the middle of the night kind of dragged with not too many people dancing. That was probably my fault for not thinking enough about the lineup order. Livewire set a good mood, taking people out of the marching band music with a freeform set of disco and electro but Protman was a bit too clunky to keep what Livewire started going, so the Livewire people retreated to talk and drink in the back of the room while the Protman people got back on. It wasn't until Rand got going that the whole room erupted, and once he did, he only got to do it for a half hour.
At least I've learned my lessons, and I can say without a doubt, that when the party was going well, it was the best thing in the city.
Location: People Project
Show: OffGrid Radio Benefit with Environmental Encroachment, Rand Sevilla, Livewire, Protman, and DJ Demchuk vs. Eric lab Rat
Cost: $5 suggested
Drinks: $1 beer, $1 vegan jello
Things I missed to be there: Rooftop Party with DJs Hilary Rawk, Joel Brown, Menowah, and Emily Tragic; CHIRP benefit with 3 AM Fever, Ultratumbados, and The Slim Pickins at the Mutiny
The night started on a surreal note. DJ Demchuk and I frantically trying to fix my equipment, which all decided to go to shit at the same time. We look up and realize that the only people in the room are the members of Environmental Encroachment, all dressed as bunnies, and the goons, a large group of leather jacketed hardcore guys from the Southside. We shrug it off and get slug through a mediocre set as people filter in. The people who run the gallery have already dismissed us.
I now know a few common sense things I never would have thought to ask before, mainly, once someone accepts your request to use their place to host a party, offering no conditions of their own, ask again. I figure that when someone says I can have a party at their place, I have permission to use their place until the cops come or it peters out on it's own, at the very least until the same time as the bars close.
This was not the case.
Two days before the party, we were told that we would have to clear the place out at nine. I should've argued but I didn't. I figured that if the party was still going strong, they would let it keep going for another hour and, if not, we could probably bribe them. Unfortunately these guys had some integrity, they were steadfast, and between midnight and one, over 100 people got turned away at the door.
Of course, only some of those people missed out on a worthwhile party. The night started out strong with Environmental Encroachment pulling out all the stops, pushing the bass to eleven, drumming on a ventilation ducts, even sneaking a Radiohead song into their drum-and-brass madness; the night ended even stronger, with Rand Sevilla getting people naked on the dance floor for a big, sweaty jukefest, but the middle of the night kind of dragged with not too many people dancing. That was probably my fault for not thinking enough about the lineup order. Livewire set a good mood, taking people out of the marching band music with a freeform set of disco and electro but Protman was a bit too clunky to keep what Livewire started going, so the Livewire people retreated to talk and drink in the back of the room while the Protman people got back on. It wasn't until Rand got going that the whole room erupted, and once he did, he only got to do it for a half hour.
At least I've learned my lessons, and I can say without a doubt, that when the party was going well, it was the best thing in the city.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Lets Get Drumtarded in Here
Date: 9/12/07
Location: The Heartland Cafe
Show: The In One Ear Open Mic with The Spoony Bards and The Lie of a Pipe Dream,
Cost: $3
Things I missed to be there: Marat 14k at People Lounge; Flosstradamus and Dude'N'Em at Subterranean; Dark Wave Disco vs. I Love House at the Note; Bomb Banks, Russian Tzarlag, Kites and Oakeater at Mister City; Stressape, Red Rocket, and Mass Shivers at Ronny's
Reason for going: My pet rat Bukowski lives in Rogers Park, and when Bukowski wants to go for a walk, Bukowski goes to where the poetry and drunk girls are***
This is a guitar, an American institution. From the twenties through the eighties it was an emblem for rebellion (until hip hop hit the suburbs and became the thing that scared our parents). It is a totem for sex, for the animal within the artist and the artist withn the animal. For over a hundred years it has turned goons and schlubs into sensitive souls and sexual gods. The nude woman poses next to it because it has a power over her, and she is not strong enough to wield it herself. It goes without saying that the ones who are, are forces to be reckoned with.
This is a keytar, emblematic of the the excess, the overzealous futurism, and the entirely frivolous, disposable plastic nature of the 1980s. It was never dangerous. The woman holding it is just as sexy as the woman next to the guitar, but she's too ashamed to show her face. For some reason, you're almost guaranteed to see a keytar player if you go to see a funk band but nearly nowhere else.
This is a drumtar. It's so dorky, that the hot girl wielding it is really just a drawing of a guy, and not a particularly sexy guy at that. I don't think I've ever seen a drumtar, until today. More on that in a bit.
It's been a while since I was an open mic regular, or even an open mic irregular. I feel kinda like I graduated. I became comfortable on stage, I made a solid group of friends, and I figured out how to make more. I didn't need to hear any more bad poetry. That's the only reason I ever went: poetry, spoken word, monologues... the occasional piece of puppetry or performance art. As bad as most of that turned out to be, the rest was insufferable. So many years. So much comedy. So much music. So many hateful men trying to be edgy, so many terrible faximile Leonard Cohens, Ani DiFrancos, Mos Defs and Nina Simones.
Thing is, I miss some of it. It's been ages since I've heard good folk music, which I can really get off on live but doesn't really do much for me on album. My old friend Blake Thomas's albums sounded wonderful, but if I wasn't taking the time to listen to Nick Drake and Arlo Guthrie, what kind of a chance did he ever have?
It was nice to see The Lie of a Pipe Dream. I didn't know it, but I really was in the mood to hear someone plucking a banjo today. They were three men gathered around one microphone, harmonizing with a guitar and banjo. They sang sci-fi folk songs and their name was a Eugene O'Neill quote (I had to google to find out that "The lie of a pipe dream is what gives life to the whole misbegotten mad lot of us, drunk or sober" came from O'Neill's The Iceman Cometh). Their songs were pretty and they were nice, but the real treat was The Spoony Bards.
I'd seen The Spoony Bards play the Heartland before. I guess in the couple of months since the last time I came out to the Heartland and actually paid attention, they've become something of a house band. I always figured that they were a high school band. Their membership was always fluctuating by two or three people, they played videogame covers, they were newly dedicated to an open mic, and they looked like they could have been extras in Superbad.
I figured that when I saw them today, I was looking at a more cemented version of the band, because, well, they were perfect. Like I said, they could have played the self assured nerds of Superbad but they could have been the triumphant nerds of Dazed and Confused, too. The music was straight out of the seventies, in a weird way. It was the type of shit that wasn't even cool back then. It was ballads, the stuff that Kris Kristofferson was doing when he wasn't being all the way country, the stuff Steely Dan did that no one ever talks about, the stuff Neil Diamond was born to do. It didn't matter if they were only fifteen, they did it with a swagger and they did it with a DRUMTAR! They also did it well.
Unfortunately, after looking online, it looks like most of my assumptions were wrong. The Spoony Bards is a fairly huge band with rotating members, all of whom are college-aged or older, and they don't do this kind of music, this kind of slightly soul-ly rock'n'roll that doesn't rock, at least not as their bread and butter. What the Spoony Bards is, is an anime and videogame music tribute band. They play AnimeCons and GameCons all over the country playing "The Theme from The Legend of Zelda" or "a song by Yoko Kanno, that was originally done for Cowboy Bebop."
They are even COOLER and DORKIER than I could have ever imagined. They warrant unnecessary CAPS LOCKs! The only downside is that I'm not going to hear a lot more of this type of music. C'est la vie. Chances are good that I probably wouldn't like it outside of an open mic anyway.
***Oops: Apparently there was a clown burlesque show. The people who told me about it usually tell me about boring burlesque shows but this one had Lil Princess, Heather Vernon, Maiden Sacrifice and Happy the Human Pin Cushion weirding out at the Smartbar. I can miss all sorts of dance parties but I try to fill up on this kind of weirdness when it avails itself. Oh well, if I had gone, my rat would've been neglected and I probably wouldn't have gotten laid.
Location: The Heartland Cafe
Show: The In One Ear Open Mic with The Spoony Bards and The Lie of a Pipe Dream,
Cost: $3
Things I missed to be there: Marat 14k at People Lounge; Flosstradamus and Dude'N'Em at Subterranean; Dark Wave Disco vs. I Love House at the Note; Bomb Banks, Russian Tzarlag, Kites and Oakeater at Mister City; Stressape, Red Rocket, and Mass Shivers at Ronny's
Reason for going: My pet rat Bukowski lives in Rogers Park, and when Bukowski wants to go for a walk, Bukowski goes to where the poetry and drunk girls are***
This is a guitar, an American institution. From the twenties through the eighties it was an emblem for rebellion (until hip hop hit the suburbs and became the thing that scared our parents). It is a totem for sex, for the animal within the artist and the artist withn the animal. For over a hundred years it has turned goons and schlubs into sensitive souls and sexual gods. The nude woman poses next to it because it has a power over her, and she is not strong enough to wield it herself. It goes without saying that the ones who are, are forces to be reckoned with.
This is a keytar, emblematic of the the excess, the overzealous futurism, and the entirely frivolous, disposable plastic nature of the 1980s. It was never dangerous. The woman holding it is just as sexy as the woman next to the guitar, but she's too ashamed to show her face. For some reason, you're almost guaranteed to see a keytar player if you go to see a funk band but nearly nowhere else.
This is a drumtar. It's so dorky, that the hot girl wielding it is really just a drawing of a guy, and not a particularly sexy guy at that. I don't think I've ever seen a drumtar, until today. More on that in a bit.
It's been a while since I was an open mic regular, or even an open mic irregular. I feel kinda like I graduated. I became comfortable on stage, I made a solid group of friends, and I figured out how to make more. I didn't need to hear any more bad poetry. That's the only reason I ever went: poetry, spoken word, monologues... the occasional piece of puppetry or performance art. As bad as most of that turned out to be, the rest was insufferable. So many years. So much comedy. So much music. So many hateful men trying to be edgy, so many terrible faximile Leonard Cohens, Ani DiFrancos, Mos Defs and Nina Simones.
Thing is, I miss some of it. It's been ages since I've heard good folk music, which I can really get off on live but doesn't really do much for me on album. My old friend Blake Thomas's albums sounded wonderful, but if I wasn't taking the time to listen to Nick Drake and Arlo Guthrie, what kind of a chance did he ever have?
It was nice to see The Lie of a Pipe Dream. I didn't know it, but I really was in the mood to hear someone plucking a banjo today. They were three men gathered around one microphone, harmonizing with a guitar and banjo. They sang sci-fi folk songs and their name was a Eugene O'Neill quote (I had to google to find out that "The lie of a pipe dream is what gives life to the whole misbegotten mad lot of us, drunk or sober" came from O'Neill's The Iceman Cometh). Their songs were pretty and they were nice, but the real treat was The Spoony Bards.
I'd seen The Spoony Bards play the Heartland before. I guess in the couple of months since the last time I came out to the Heartland and actually paid attention, they've become something of a house band. I always figured that they were a high school band. Their membership was always fluctuating by two or three people, they played videogame covers, they were newly dedicated to an open mic, and they looked like they could have been extras in Superbad.
I figured that when I saw them today, I was looking at a more cemented version of the band, because, well, they were perfect. Like I said, they could have played the self assured nerds of Superbad but they could have been the triumphant nerds of Dazed and Confused, too. The music was straight out of the seventies, in a weird way. It was the type of shit that wasn't even cool back then. It was ballads, the stuff that Kris Kristofferson was doing when he wasn't being all the way country, the stuff Steely Dan did that no one ever talks about, the stuff Neil Diamond was born to do. It didn't matter if they were only fifteen, they did it with a swagger and they did it with a DRUMTAR! They also did it well.
Unfortunately, after looking online, it looks like most of my assumptions were wrong. The Spoony Bards is a fairly huge band with rotating members, all of whom are college-aged or older, and they don't do this kind of music, this kind of slightly soul-ly rock'n'roll that doesn't rock, at least not as their bread and butter. What the Spoony Bards is, is an anime and videogame music tribute band. They play AnimeCons and GameCons all over the country playing "The Theme from The Legend of Zelda" or "a song by Yoko Kanno, that was originally done for Cowboy Bebop."
They are even COOLER and DORKIER than I could have ever imagined. They warrant unnecessary CAPS LOCKs! The only downside is that I'm not going to hear a lot more of this type of music. C'est la vie. Chances are good that I probably wouldn't like it outside of an open mic anyway.
***Oops: Apparently there was a clown burlesque show. The people who told me about it usually tell me about boring burlesque shows but this one had Lil Princess, Heather Vernon, Maiden Sacrifice and Happy the Human Pin Cushion weirding out at the Smartbar. I can miss all sorts of dance parties but I try to fill up on this kind of weirdness when it avails itself. Oh well, if I had gone, my rat would've been neglected and I probably wouldn't have gotten laid.
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