Just a couple quick notes, while I work on longer notes.
The above image is from the most important website ever, RainbowPuke.com (via). I know we’ve been spoiled by a mostly rain-free summer, but I’m suddenly sick of wet pant cuffs, I’m sick of drying the dog off, and I’m just plain sick. So even though the downpours are intermittent, I unleash my standard gray day PMU: *
A reminder that Creek mandolinist and relatively new New Yorker Thile is at the Bowery Ballroom tonight with his “How to Grow a” Band. They were a blast at the Living Room when I saw them in November and December, and – though it looks to be a great night to stay in, stuff your face and watch Rockstar: Supernova... Wait. There’s never a great night to watch Awful: Television. Go out and whoop it up. Tix are available and are here. I have exactly ZERO mp3s to share from Thile’s forthcoming CD, How to Grow a Woman from the Ground, but you can stream it in its entirety here. And you should. The musicianship is not only amazing, but enjoyable, and The Strokes cover rocks. *
My God, I just linked to CMT.
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Screw ferrin oil! A couple of examples of alternative transcommunication...
Peter and the Wolf (myspace), the Castanets, and Jana Hunter are touring by sailboat, and it sounds like one of those remarkably counterproductive enterprises that justifies the norm. I really did mean to get to last Saturday’s kick-off show at Empty Vessel, but the body warn’t willing. Against odds, I’ve been enjoying Experiments in Junk – a lo-fi mix of growly, barely-there tunes and Waitsian bangonshit stuff – and it sounded like it’d be a unique experience. Apparently P&W mastermind Red Hunter didn’t have his collective behind him, but those who went – including 3xWes and Kathryn – make it sound like it would have been worth my while. Or will. Whatever. There’s only, like, a fortnight between every gig; dates are here. *
And tomorrow night, Der Spiegelwünderhausenstockentent hosts the deceptively, adorably, psychotically sunny Ditty Bops, who’re wrapping up a cross-country BICYCLE tour (a support/equipment van runs on “bio-diesel”). How enviro- and gam-friendly. It’s actually been a bike-slash-blog tour; play catch up at thedittybopsbiketour.blogspot.com. Their albums are streaming here; you can watch their “shadow puppet radio performance” at Morning Becomes Eclectic here (RealPlayer), and other video wonderments here. If I remember correctly, one of the videos includes a Bop Nipple (a Ditty-slip?). Knock yourself out. Hopefully tickets will be available at the door – flap? – because the tent’s online ticketing system is nigh impossible to navigate (Seriously, you want me to re-jigger the security on my browser to use your site? Are you insane?). I love that you get $2 off tickets if you bring a bike helmet. If you don’t have one, knock over the next asshole riding by on the sidewalk and take theirs. *
These don’t actually exist, and I’m really not really listening to them:
Okay, okay, I relented: It got to the point where Girl Scouts were giving away free copies of the Decemberists’ Crane Wife with every third box of cookies. Good thing is that, unlike Picaresque, this one’s worth the extra couple boxes of Tagalongs. Even though it turns out former indie dreamboat Colin Meloy’s been dying to get on a major label so’s he could sound like the Steve Miller Band. Those who loved Thick as a Brick The Tain should be pretty happy... but then you know that, right? Mine came in the mail addressed to “Resident.”
I’m totally in love with Emily Haines’ forthcoming solo record. It almost makes everything – just, everything – all right. Knives Don’t Have Your Back comes out in the U.S. on 9/26; Haines is at Joe’s Pub a week before, tix are still available for the 11:30pm show. Mark Linkous, don’t run long, ‘kay? There’s a song on her myspace, a better one here, and the album (which sees release two weeks earlier in her native Canada) has found its way to the darker corners of the net. But wait, and buy. Sometimes it’s just nice to know there’s something worth looking forward to. *
All those adverbs. Aaargh. And I refuse to restructure that last sentence, but cannot let an entry end on a preposition.
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