Sorry, just had to hook you in ““ no word on any collabo’ just yet. But David Longstreth, the brains behind the Dirty Projectors, sure does listen to a ton of [bad] early “˜90s R&B. DP’s 2005 release The Getty Address was the type of album an artist releases right before they vanish from the music biz; the glitch-hop opera breached numerous critics top 10 lists for ‘05, and even motivated Prefuse 73 to declare that he’s “quitting music.”� An epic concept album replete with tons of electronics and even a mini-orchestra, The Getty Address stands as one of the most imaginative and unique records I’ve heard in ages. At times, the fusion of strings and chorus with heavy bass rolls and programmed beats can initially feel a bit jarring. But taken as whole, everything about The Getty Address jives perfectly, proving that you don’t have to sacrifice a catchy hook in order to experiment with new sounds and new ideas. The craziest thing ““ all of Longstreth’s albums are completely mind blowing, from 2003’s Morning Better Last up to his latest work, the New Attitude EP. But from a man who very proudly admits to finding influence for his music in the work of Beethoven, Wagner, Zeppelin and Justin Timberlake, the strange sonic bricolage presented on every DP record makes perfect sense.

His live performances vary drastically from tour to tour, and even between performances; depending on when you catch DP, they may be a nine-piece electric ensemble with three percussionist, or a quartet with two cellos and a double bass, or a septet with a string trio and two female singers, or a solo guitar and voice deal with just Longstreth. This isn’t the first time he’s visited Seattle; however, his upcoming slot with Xiu Xiu at the Paradox should prove to be completely original, breathtaking and confounding. I hit up Longstreth to discuss among other things, The Getty Address, fellow Ivy Leaguer and keyboard wizard Nathan Michel and a mutual acquaintance. Q&A after the jump!

Show’s November 3 at 7PM, Paradox paradox.org

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The Bootylib crew is bringing in DJ Godfather for their pre-Halloween edition of their booty music monthly. Should you be excited? Definitely. While DJ Assault is the man with the recognizable classics (“Ass & Titties,” “Yo’ Relatives”), DJ Godfather’s name is truly fitting, as one of the true elder statesmen of what was once ghettotech, now often called accelerated funk (whatever, it’s still a hypersexual amalgam of techno, electro and hip-hop). Not only a master of track selection and production, he’s got no shortage of skills behind the decks, busting out a trick or twelve just to show you he knows what’s up, but not showboating to a point that the party vibe gets broken up. Most importantly DJ Godfather knows how rock a party, and between the raunchy ghettotech he’ll be playing and the “what happens on Halloween stays on Halloween” mood, there aren’t better opportunities out there to find yourself a new “friend” for the night.

Listen to DJ Godfather’s set from this year’s DEMF here - Part 1 & Part 2.

The news has been bubbling in house music circles this month that Defected is re-launching the classic Strictly Rhythm label, which folded in 2002 after a disastrous joint venture with a major label.

I would be very surprised if there wasn’t at least one Strictly record in your crate, Mr. or Mrs. DJ. Over its 13-year history the label released a crapload of records, many of which are absolute classics. While their reputation was built on deep house — Masters at Work, Roger Sanchez, Todd Terry, Ultra Naté, etc. — they also released definitive records by the likes of Josh Wink, Armand Van Helden, and even a young Dan Curtin (later to find fame and fortune in techno circles).

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NBC is refusing to air ads for the forthcoming Dixie Chicks documentary, Shut Up and Sing. I’m going to a screening of the film next week and have high hopes, given the fact that it was directed by Barbara Kopple, best known for Harlan County, U.S.A.

New band alert!

I’ve been keeping my eye on Dustin Fujikawa for some time, which is probably incredibly creepy. I met him at the Vera Project, and then turned up for a house show that he happened to be performing at with his other band, Pillow Fight Fight (for some reason he seems to favor band names that are impossibly cute). I liked Pillow Fight Fight a lot, especially because the drummer, Carl, wore a padded boxing helmet that had been outfitted with a microphone inside of it so he could scream and drum. High-tech!

Anyhow, Dustin has a new band, Petals Like Bricks. They sound a lot like Pillow Fight Fight, which means they are Black Eyes influenced post-Fugazi skronky punk, whatever that means. I highly recommend you check them out. Bonus- they have a cello player, and she rocks the fuck out. They also all wear glasses. Nerds.

If you want to go see them live, which would probably be fun, you can do it at these two shows:
Thursday, Nov 2
Mars Bar
For the Fields
Skeletons With Flesh on Them
Petals Like Bricks
9pm
$6
21+ (boo!)

Saturday, Nov 4
Kirkland Teen Union Building
Just Raptors
The Hills Have Eyes
Roughnecks
Petals Like Bricks
7:30
$6
All Ages (yay!)

I recently checked out Seattle’s very own DJ Colby B in Manhattan at Mr. Black. Mr. Black is literally an underground club that was at one time an S/M den. It’s now a fun party room for well-dressed gay boys and the chicks who love them. Some of the best DJs in the country have spun in this little venue, but by far the biggest and most notable draw to Mr. Black is this guy and his well-maintained ass. When I say well-maintained, I mean it. Even up close, it’s lustrous sheen is nearly blinding. I don’t know if he sees a dermatologist to achieve the creamy, hairless and zit free texture, or if he sits in his living room on Sunday night carefully alternating between exercising his glutes and home microdermabrasion. In either case, his ass is so famous it has it’s own website. Not one to be upstaged by a bare-assed cocktail waiter, Colby catered her usual indie heavy, electro house set to accomodate the dance oriented crowd who shook it like there was no tomorrow to the Riton remix of JT’s “Sexy Back” and T-Funk’s cover of Shelia E.’s “Glamorous Life.”

I met Colby nearly 10 years ago when we worked together at RKCNDY. She has in that time worked in almost every facet of the Seattle music industry. She’s taken all that hard earned knowledge and co-opted it into a full-on career as a DJ/ party professional. I think Colby’s best accomplishment is that she’s so beloved by everyone who has ever known her, you’d think she was made up. Don’t believe me? Princess Superstar just emailed her to rave about her awesomeness and how much she likes her work.

Colby, as you may know, plays several popular nights in Seattle including tonight’s Club Pop (which will feature performances by the Chromatics and Glass Candy). Friday, you can check her out at my very favorite Seattle party night, Comeback (a special Halloween Horrorama) with DJ Fucking in The Streets, MC Chompers, and DJ Porq aka Marcus Wilson, who I consider one of the most happening, ahead of his time guys in Seattle. (Seriously, I’m convinced Marcus has a scientifically tricked-out Delorean ala Back to the Future stashed somewhere on Capitol Hill.) She also contributes to the Relaunch: HitGirl! (Hot Mess) entertainment collective and has successfully brought some of NYC’s most notorious talent (Amanda Lepore, anyone?) to Seattle.

Tonight’s Club Pop at Chop Suey is 18+ with bar, so go on down and check out the hip in training.

Warning: if you request Michael Jackson she may look at you like this:

You may recall that a year or so ago, Providence crust-punk band Dropdead decided to stop playing for a while, which was unspeakably shitty. But, as of last month, they’ve started rocking again. This is tremendous news: rejoice!

So far they’ve only played a handful of shows in Rhode Island and eastern Canada, but at some point they’ll surely do a U.S. tour, and hopefully they’ll make it up to the Pacific Northwest. Lord knows Seattle could use a serious thrashing.

Just a little editorializing on how important Gallery 1412 is…

As a space in a city, Gallery 1412 is remarkable for its musical diversity and constant risk-taking. Every time you attend a show at Gallery 1412, you are not going to see something you would see at the Tractor or some other standard club. You are not going to see bands that present accessible pop music. Take a deep breath, because that’s totally alright.

Gallery 1412 operates on a different plane of music and performance than what a lot of people who are not in art school are not used to. It presents these performances in a space that is all ages, with a sliding scale price rate, several days a week.

Gallery 1412 is an artistic utopia of a venue, and therefore Seattle can not afford to lose it. Please support the venue by attending its shows this weekend. At a place like 1412, your door admission payment actually makes a difference in its survival.

I would also like to mention that I attended a Valentine’s Day Fundraiser at at Gallery 1412 that may have been the most enjoyable fundraiser I have ever attended. 1412 people, if you read this: Have another bachelor auction!

The all-ages experimental music space just sent out this press release, stating that the music venue is seriously close to being forced to close down.

Our beloved experimental music space is in great danger of closing if we don’t generate some $$$ at this impromptu fundraiser. I’ll be doing an improvisation of some sort—lots of other happenings at this event as well. We are in desperate need of your support support support….

The fundraiser happens this Sunday, the 29th, at Gallery 1412 (1412 18th Ave, at Union). It costs $5-$15 on a sliding scale. You can find more information at www.gallery1412.org.

The Washington Post is reporting it this way and jackasstic Fox News is reporting it this way.

I was actually at the controversial Ark show in D.C. last Sunday, and here’s my version.

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If so (and if you live near L.A.), then you may be interested in the following press release from the Joan Jett camp:

CASTING NOTICE: Are you Androgynous? Morgan Higby Night (Associate Producer of Shortbus) is casting his new music video for Joan Jett and the Blackhearts! The song is a cover of the Replacements’ “Androgynous”.

Looking for talent that could pass for male or female. Also looking for
the following lead parts:

Jane (25) rock and roller that could pass for a boy.

Dick (30) rock and roller that could pass for a girl.

Son (15) 18-25 year old boy that could pass for a 15 year old drag queen.

Reporter (22-35) attractive female with short or shaved head.

Dad (55-70) conservative looking dad.

We also need tons of LOCAL extras for an outdoor concert scene. There is no pay but Joan Jett will personally have sex with each and every one of you (not really). We will be shooting in Los Angeles on December 5th.
Save trees and E-MAIL your photo and contact info to casting@devilsnight.com. Long live Shortbus!!!

“The Beatles?” I think NOT:

So yes, Juno is playing. We know that much. But KEXP has finally announced the full show line-ups:

Saturday, December 9 - 21+
Juno, Junior Boys, Annuals, Special guests
Doors 8:00pm

Sunday, December 10 - All Ages
Juno, Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, Junior Boys, Cold War Kids
Doors 7:00pm

Both shows are at Neumo’s, 925 E Pike St, Seattle, WA 98122.

Tickets to the general public go on sale Friday, October 27th at all TicketsWest outlets and TicketsWest.com, $20 advance $25 at the door.

Ted Leo! And Juno! On the same bill! Weee!

Last night beloved local indie rockers Band of Horses played a little show at the Showbox for another local indie group. There were maybe a couple hundred people there, mostly Microsoft employees and their friends, but also a few local scenesters—including DJ Curtis, The War Room’s Marcus Lolario, and Phil Ek, who was running the band’s live sound.

The party was to hype this thing, which apparently comes pre-loaded with Band of Horses’ “Wicked Gil”.

Anyway, there was a free buffet, which was awesome. There was a charity auction for a trip to the Apprentice wrap party in New York ($1200), a trip to the Zune Launch party in LA($2300), and a trip to the Grammys ($3200). You can always tell the software industry types from the interlopers at these things based on who’s eating the free food versus who’s bidding on the multi-thousand dollar auctions.

I missed openers Simon Daws but got to see them play with the headliners, filling in on keyboards and guitar in Matt Brooke’s absence.

The Showbox is basically the perfect place to see Band of Horses (if not every band). Not only are the sight lines great, but the vaulted space gives the band’s epic moments and especially Ben Bridwell’s soaring vocals the room they need to take flight. During those moments, such as on “Funeral”, the band positively owned the sparsely filled room. When things got quiet, however, the sound of executive chatter and networking could be heard, and the absurdity of the event became palpable.

Bridwell must have sensed the absurdity as well, because after a handful of songs he announced there would be a wardrobe change and slipped into a leather vest with no shirt and a pair of shades, explaining that this was what he did whenever a show was especially odd.

The band played 13 songs including all their hits, a cover of David Allen Coe’s “You Never Even Called Me B My Name”, and an encore. It was for the most part a great show, but occasionally Bridwell’s lyrics got lost to mumbling or simply soared right past the microphone, barely annunciated.

My friend apparently overheard two ladies have the following conversation and then leave:
“Who’s this band?”
“Something about farm animals.”

Zing!

What do drummers for seminal English punk bands do when it’s time for a more practical career? Well, if you were in the Clash, you might opt for life as a chiropractor.

Thanks to Slog tipster Colonel Keith Bacon, I just received word of the new liquor license application submitted by the owners of the Cha Cha Lounge, who appear to be fleeing their soon-to-be-condofied block on Pine Street for the sunnier-for-now pastures of Pike St.

According to the application notice, the Cha Cha will be moving in to the space currently occupied by the Des Amis Lounge at 1013 E Pike St. (It’s the place between the Wildrose and Cafe Vita on the south side of the street.) I just called Des Amis and got voice mail, but according to their outgoing message, they’re still up and running—but according to the liquor license application, the place will eventually become the Cha Cha. Early afternoon calls to the Cha Cha also went unanswered, but stay tuned, and join me in looking forward to the six-block migration of Mexican tchotchke from the old Cha Cha to the new Cha Cha in the coming months. (But what’s going to happen to my beloved Bus Stop??)

So it’s confirmed! My favorite new band of ‘06, Beach House, just nailed down a Seattle date for their West Coast tour. You can read the call-to-arms here, and the review of their debut record here. I guess this Line Out business really works! Conor Byrne (5140 Ballard Ave NW) picked up the show, which should actually suit the band nicely; the old world, Irish pub atmosphere should make for a quaint, cozy show. Fellow Carparkers, Over The Atlantic will share the bill (they also just released a pretty killer new record entitled Junica). It’s an early gig, so you should have ample time to check out everything else happening that night. The date: Friday November 10th, 6:30pm-8:30pm.

They did this!:

Dear Leader Kim Jong-il is now in the digital download business. He’s undercutting Apple by US$0.49 a track. He’s a fierce competitor with a history of breaking into tough global markets with limited resources. And he’s a dedicated film geek, so full-length movie downloads can’t be far behind. Call your broker and short AAPL today.

(hat tip to Waxy)

…but only if you go here, pronto.

As I reported in My Philosophy last week, local rappers Livio and Neema(of Unexpected Arrival) have embarked upon that zesty enterprise that is the rap beef.
Livio bombed first- his song “Greaseball” can be heard here; Neema just days ago came back with his “King Of Seattle” track- peep it here. Liv has apparently posted a couple more volleys for his opponent, a ‘freestlye’ over Red & Meth’s “Da Rockwilder” and an original track entitled “Clowns”; all of these tracks can be found on his No More Mr.Nice Guy mixtape, which you can download gratis here.
As far as battles go, it’s pretty standard fare- dissection of each other’s street cred, disparagement of each other’s rap styles, and of course, allegations of homosexual activity. Any y’all care enough to weigh in? Who’s gettin’ who?

FYI: It’s an old 206-Hop chestnut that you never, ever rhyme “battle” with “Seattle”. Please bear this in mind.

I’ve celebrated them and I’ve hated them. And even though their reunion show in San Francisco back in January was one of the best shows of my entire life, I cringed when it was finally announced that Lifetime was writing new material.

I’ve loved this band for years, their music is a part of some of my favorite memories. In the wake of hearing the news, my mind reeled—What if the new songs suck? Could new material ruin their good name? Would they still have the same passion they had during Jersey’s Best Dancers now, almost a decade later?

Well now we know what new Lifetime sounds like—the band has posted a song called “All Night Long” on their Pure Volume page at www.purevolume.com/lifetimenj. It’s one of two new songs being released on a seven-inch later this month (via Fueled By Ramen/Decaydance).

I’ve been listening to it for a couple days now and I just don’t know. It’s catchy, it’s strong, but it’s… lacking. There’s no punch, there’s no passion. It’s like Diet Lifetime.

What a bunch of heartbreakers. Oh well. We still have Hello Bastards.

Mondays are relatively sleepy in this town in terms of live music. Most booking agents don’t even work on Mondays, thanks to the insanity of the weekend (the Crocodile doesn’t even open its doors). Last night was a pretty big exception, however, and felt more akin to a typical Thursday or Saturday than the beginning of the work week. Even though the Hold Steady almost killed me this weekend, staying at home and watching Heroes was not an option.

The first stop of my evening was the Sunset, where Danava, Mos Generator, and psychedelic Swedish doomsayers Witchcraft were scheduled to play. Unfortunately, Witchcraft ran into some troubles getting into the country, so it was up to DJs Mamma Casserole and AJ to pick up the opening slot slack. AJ, you seriously rule, and not just because your DJ night and my column share a name.

Next up was Jenna Riot at High Dive. Word is clearly spreading about this deliciously foul-mouthed, bawdy beauty, and I was pleasantly surprised to see so many Capitol Hill kids in enthusiastic attendance. Still, her tawdry, Peaches-channeling electro-pop would probably fare much better in the context of a queer dance night like Lick or Cherry next time around. Spotted in the crowd: the lovely Jen Ghetto, appreciatively bobbing her head to headliners Diamond Cut Diamond.

I then jetted over to Neumo’s to catch the Black Angels. It wasn’t quite sold out, but the place was still awfully full and the band’s wise choice to tour with their own sound crew was in full effect. Their Spiritualized-annexed-in-the-desert designs benefited immensely from rich sound that was equal parts thick, heavy, and beautifully nuanced. One hour and two encores later, backstage was one big Light in the Attic lovefest, with Tilsen of the Saturday Knights (recently signed to LITA) keeping everyone in stitches while debating the merits of combining peanut butter and bacon (dubious to many, delightful to some) and filling me in on the band’s current work at Soundhouse Studios in Ballard, where they are toiling away on their LITA debut. An EP is scheduled for release in early 2007, with a full-length due later that year.

Tonight, I rest.

I just came across this excellent gem of a post regarding the We Are Scientists forum. After their show at the Sheffield Octagon, a fan calling himself Leroy Brown posted the following:

Though the gig was fantastic. I even got Keith and Michael to sign my ticket afterwards. Im gutted that Chris refused to sign it because he was more interested in the ugly, skanky groupie that was hanging off him! So Chris, you’ve gone down in my estimation. I thought if anyone would sign my ticket it would be you!! Do yourself a favour and lose the groupies and interact with your real fans a bit more mate

Well, turns out that the “ugly, skanky groupie” was none other than the band’s tour manager, which prompted Chris from the band to retort in spectacular fashion, ripping said fan a new one, not only calling him a “nutsack full of catshit,” but saying that “if I see you again we’re going to have a duel in the street.” Things like this are why the Internet is so great.

Full response after the jump.

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No, I’m not referring to their catering rider, but the recipe for white bean soup included in the liner notes for their much-heralded record, Passover. I had never noticed until the booklet mysteriously appeared between the pages of the Bruce Springsteen bio I was reading. I haven’t had a chance to try it yet, but it sounds damn good:

Black Angels White Bean Soup by Evil Bunny

1 pound of cannellini or other white beans
8 cups of water
3 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
3 garlic cloves (1 smashed, 2 chopped)
1 large fresh rosemary sprig
1 bay leaf
1 large onion, coarsely chopped (about 2 cups)
1 large carrot, coarsely chopped (about 3/4 cup)
1 large celery stalk, coarsely chopped (about 3/4 cup)
2-1/2 teaspoons finely chopped fresh thyme
4 cups (more or less as needed) low salt chicken broth
1 pound fresh chorizo sausage links, casings removed
1/4 cup whipping cream

The Angels don’t offer much in the way of instructions (other than soaking the beans overnight), but my approach would be to sauté all the veggies in a large stock pot, fry and drain the chorizo separately, then combine everything in the stock pot along with the chicken stock and let it simmer for say, the duration of Lou Reed’s Berlin. I’d also opt for hitting it with the cream and thyme towards the end.

The rumors are true—Juno is reuniting for two shows (December 9 and 10) to play the 2006 KEXP Yule Benefits at Neumo’s.

The shows haven’t been officially announced yet, which is why you won’t find info on the KEXP or Neumo’s websites, but I just bought a ticket for the December 9th show from TicketsWest ($23 with service charge), and it says right on it: JUNO. Tickets for the Dec 10 date are supposedly going on sale tomorrow, also through TicketsWest.

I am so excited.

As for the line-up of the two shows, well, my ticket just says Juno and Junior Boys on it. But I’ve heard whispers of Cold War Kids and Ted Leo and the Pharmacists too, so it’s hard to say who all will really be playing—we’ll just have to wait for KEXP to share the news. But really, all I need is Juno. The rest is just icing on the cake.

The show on the 9th is 21+, the show on the 10th is all-ages (balcony only).

Click here for ticket info.

Today is the happiest day ever.

Did you know Fergie from the insufferable Black Eyed Peas used to be on the Disney television show Kids Incorporated (K-I-D-S!)? I totally didn’t. Until this weekend, that is, when a friend showed me this video on YouTube. Old Kids Inc. clips synched up with the BEP’s “My Humps.” Sooo creepy.

Also, the Smashing Pumpkins are currently recording their new album with Roy Thomas Baker (who has worked with Queen). Drummer Jimmy Chamberlin has been keeping everyone updated via the band’s Myspace page, and his writings are especially uh… interesting? Not only does ol’ Jimmy refer to himself in third person (as “JC” no less!), but he also says this about the new material:

As some of you know we are indeed creating music again. Music that comes from a place so pure it will burn the lies off the very souls of those who try to discount it. We have arrived at a place in our lives where truth and honesty prevail and we are creating from that place.

Music that comes from a place so pure it will burn the lies off the very souls of those who try to discount it?!

Whoa.

That’s right, motherfuckers! The one and only queen of coochie Charo—who’s rocked guest spots on everything from The Love Boat to The Brady Bunch Variety Hour to The Simple Life—will be bringing her act to the the Skagit Valley Casino Resort for two shows on April 5, 2007.

If her hilarious persona, fabulous outfits, and ample bosom aren’t enough to tempt you to the Skagit, allow me to remind you that Charo is the Eddie Van Halen of flamenco guitar. Her stunningly fierce musical ability has been her secret weapon for over 10,000 years, and anyone with functional eyes and ears would be a fool to miss her. Tickets go on sale November 4 through Ticketmaster.

My personal highlights from the Genius Awards Party:

1. Har Mar Superstar rocking the art museum. Sweaty, partially nude low culture takes on high art on its own turf and wins. Quoth the Superstar, “I am a motherfucking Genius!”

2. Bonding with David Schmader and Charles Mudede over Afrika Bambaataa and Cybotron, respectively.

3. The old man who approached me while I was DJing and yelled at me about it being “too fucking loud, asshole!” I thought this guy was going to fight me or at least pour beer on the equipment, luckily he did neither. I kept the gun to his head and forced him to stay directly in front of the speaker.

From all accounts, it sounds like the Matmos show was a sight to behold. Featuring beaten roses, dry ice, and vaguely homoerotic onstage spanking, it seems Matmos converted more than a few people to their fanbase. Despite the largely universal praise for Matmos, one of the common threads in describing the show was wonder at opener Kitundu’s output, especially with his phonoharp, a Frankensteinish combination of a harp and a turntable. After yesterday’s in-store I can understand the fascination. While the onstage performers were creating soundscapes filled with nuance and detail, it was Kitundu and his phonoharp that proved the most engaging, with equal portions of my attention going toward the aesthetics of the instrument and attempting to discern which parts of the music it was producing. It wasn’t quite enough to make me question my missing the show at the Triple Door (Osunlade was great), but I’m happy I got to experience some taste of it and to see the phonoharp doing its thing. After the show I tried (and failed) to pick up on an explanation of how it all works, but no matter, you can see it in action (along with some of his other creations) here.

As Hannah reported back in July, Sandy West (second from right above), drummer for seminal all-female rock act the Runaways, had been seriously ill with cancer. According to a press release sent out today, Sandy passed away yesterday, Saturday, Oct 21. Joan Jett issued the following statement:

“I started The Runaways with Sandy West. We shared the dream of girls playing rock and roll. Sandy was an exuberant and powerful drummer. So underrated, she was the caliber of John Bonham. I am overcome from the loss of my friend. I always told her, we changed the world.”�

Complete press release after the cut…

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I have no idea how I missed this story, but months ago, during this summer’s Reading Festival, the lead singer of Panic! at the Disco was knocked out by a bottle launched from the crowd.

Ouch!

NME reports on it here. He was out for a few minutes, but then got up and finished the set.

It’s no secret that I hate Panic! at the Disco, and I know some of you Line Out readers feel the same way, so I just had to share. And while I certainly don’t condone giving head injuries to shitty bands, knowing he’s okay makes it a little bit funny. But just a little bit! Or maybe I’m just an asshole.

Apparently My Chemical Romance were also under attack during their festival set, but the band members managed to escape any injuries.

So Many Dynamos were absolutely fantastic at the Paradox last night. If you missed it, be bummed. They made my shitty day a lot better with their 45 minutes of awesome, so it’s even more upsetting to learn this morning that some of their gear was stolen after the show last night.

Here’s what’s missing:

1 black wallet - $100 cash & ID for So Many Dynamos’ guitarist, Griffin
1 Verizon black flip cell phone
1978 Gibson SG - Tobacco Sunburst (had a repaired headstock, in case with a Smokey the Bear sticker on it)
G & L ASAT Classic Tribute Series - Sunburst Orange & Black
Case with name & contact info in side it.
Squire Super Sonic - black & white in black gig bag

If you have any information about any of these items, contact Alicia at alicia@theparadox.org.

Also, they’ll be taking donations for the band at the upcoming Damien Jurado show, so if you plan on attending, maybe bring a little extra something for the jar. The boys still have a lot of tour left to get through.