Late last night my friend texted me: "what was the name of that movie where Lily Tomlin is like trapped inside Steve Martin?" He was referring to All of Me, of course. I fuckin' love that movie!
Fly Moon is sort of like All of Me: one body, controlled by the saucy Adra Boo on one side, the funky (and rumored ex-Canadian) Action Jackson on the other. They make their music in The Kitchen, where you are more than welcome. Megan Seling loves 'em. You can see them opening for Pickwick next month. They're the rising new faces of Sportn' Life Records, the local rap label that brought Seattle D.Black (supposedly now retired), hard-grinding PDX/Seattle repper Spaceman, and the CD's beastly Fatal Lucciauno (whose long-awaited second album, Respect, drops next month).
The Life has been a bastion of rhymes and beats (having put out music produced by all three of our generally agreed-upon local holy trinity—Vitamin D, Jake One, and BeanOne)—since its inception in 2002 ("feels like 1832," jokes label head Devon Manier), but I was thrilled that they linked with FMR, their most instantly accessible act, attracting audiences who could probably couldn't relate to their MCs. With a soulful crossover act like them, The Life and its whole roster has more room to maneuver—damn good news to lovers of homegrown hiphop. If this leaked Sasquatch lineup is to be believed, Sportn' Life will be representing lovely at The Gorge come May.
Then you probably remember Matty Luv (RIP), Fuckboyz, and all that naked cult stuff too?
1-2-3-4-Go! Records are taking pre-orders for Hickey's Various States of Disrepair two LP set, due out March 20th. The LPs have the original CD releases of singles and comp tracks with an additional nine songs. Also includes previously unreleased song "Lady Naugahyde" and an unheard alternate version of "The Naked Cult".
by Dave Segal
on Tue, Jan 31, 2012 at 2:05 PM
This is a sad and more-common-than-you’d-think 21st-century music-biz problem: untagged MP3s. My work computer iTunes is lousy with unmarked or partially ID'd tracks, tracks that I’ll probably never be able to source correctly, and therefore will never write about. *tear*
I don’t know about the technicalities that go into tagging MP3s, but it can’t be that difficult in 2012, as most people have mastered this arcane science. But too many have not.
A recent case in point? I received a download file consisting of five tracks called “Feel Free,” each of which was appended with “section I,” “section II,” etc. Googling failed to turn up anything useful toward identifying the creators. Plugging "Feel Free" into YouTube’s search engine resulted in nothing helpful. A question on Twitter also spurred no response. So now I’m turning to the learned masses of Line Out to see if anyone has a clue as to who are the auteurs of this five-part, 38-minute suite of “Feel Free”s.
The tracks are stately, impressionistic, and beatless. What sound like violins/violas and cello drone and moan with tasteful restraint and momentousness while gently plucked tabletop guitar and/or a harp provide pinprick counterpoint. Their mobile-like patterns vaguely recall Brian Eno’s Thursday Afternoon. At some point, a dulcimer enters into the mix. Things sort of intensify in sections IV and V. "Feel Free" kind of reminds me of some of Eyvind Kang’s work, too, but I don’t think it’s his. He and his labels wouldn’t not tag their MP3s.
So, that’s all I got. Anybody know who the hell made this music? It’s sublime, and I won’t sleep well till the mystery’s solved. Thanks.
UPDATE: Line Out reader and esteemed producer Crazy Old Bat saved the day/month/year with this link to an excerpt of "Feel Free" by New Orleans musician Duane Pitre. Looks like an alternate take, but you'll get the gist. ¡Hallelujah!
A venture of Marcus Lalario and Steve Gonzales, who's also Youth Program Coordinator for the Bellevue Parks Department, and George Otto of Goods. Alive and Well is a "Northwest-centric skate shop," and the third to open on the Hill after Goods and 35th North. DJ Bles One and others spin.
Okay, obviously I'm not really part of Segal's ongoing "I'll Give You A Break" series, but I am an awkward record nerd who sometimes THINKS he can add to the melee of beats/samples and whatnot...so, dig the first twelve seconds.
"Rock Candy" is from the first Montrose LP, Montrose, it was also the first rock record I ever bought. That is, a rock record not like Bo Diddley or Elvis, but for reals LONG HAIR shit. My Uncle had this, so I had to get it. And when I say I bought it on "record" I um, actually bought it on cassette. I didn't actually start buying records like a proper record nerd until someone broke into my car at a high school party and stole all my cassettes!!!! GAH!! After that I figured if I bought LPs and taped 'em THEN I'd never lose 'em. It worked. All the subsequent times my car has been broken into NO ONE took my HUGE box of homemade tapes.
Neil Young & Crazy Horse Jam: Probably to celebrate the news that they are recording a new album together, Neil Young posted a 37 minute long jam (I heard Cortez the Killer in there, somewhere) on his website.
CAFFEINE=$$$: With both David Lynch and Bonnie 'Prince' Billy peddling coffee, James Murphy of DFA and LCD Soundsystem fame steps up with an espresso line.
Aubrey Plaza In Laurel Canyon: J Tillman is going back to his solo career (this time under the moniker Father John Misty) and has a new video starring the deadpan intern from Parks and Recreation where she runs amok in L.A.
Fucked Up's Zodiac Singles: From the Matador Records' blog "Every Chinese New Year since 2006, Fucked Up have released a 12″ single inspired by the beasts of the Chinese Zodiac" and now there's a place where you can listen to 'em online!
Music Sues Republicans: That will be a headline for the rest of the year, for the rest of our lives.
The Roches' Hammond Song: Woke up with this song stuck in my head, and now the Roches are gonna soundtrack the rest of my sunny(ish) Tuesday daydreaming. After the cut. Enjoy!
Remember that show from late last year I keep blabbing about, the one with Don't Talk to the Cops, Police Teeth, and TacocaT? Well, Kenneth finally got up the headlining set from Cold Lake. See both videos, including their version of Bodycount's "Cop Killer" co-sung by El Mizell (although there's lots of blackness and not much to see, so you may as well just listen) after the cut:
by Dave Segal
on Tue, Jan 31, 2012 at 11:14 AM
Former editors Emilie Friedlander and Ric Leichtung from the defunct Altered Zones blog will be launching a new online publication and quarterly zine made of paper that you can hold in your beefy mitts called Ad Hoc—with help from a Kickstarter campaign. Their goal is to raise $33,333 (I see what they did there) by March 5. Friedlander and Leichtung describe Ad Hoc thus:
[A]n underground music and visual culture publication created for and by a community of music lovers with a shared ethos: that of building the world you want to see using the materials at your disposal. A collective of ten tastemaking music blogs from all over the world, Ad Hoc is a daily destination for MP3s, videos, mixes, interviews, artist's writings, and cultural commentary— curated for quality, and with an emphasis on emerging artists and musical movements that best exemplify the new grassroots, Internet-fueled DIY.
More info about the global consortium of participating blogs (including the mighty Mutant Sounds) and contributing writers here.
Still from "Sparkly" video (director: Dylan Wiehahn)
I first wrote about New York trio Young Magichere and here, and now I've finally heard their full-length. Like the singles they've released to date (and equally strong B-sides), this 11-track set plays like a nice warm bath. To some, that might sound like a backhanded compliment, but I can't think of anything more relaxing.
The second the first track, "Sparkly," began to play; I found myself sinking into waves of multi-tracked sighs, jingling chains, and plush keyboards. Even as the drumming increases in intensity, the song remains more buoyant than earthbound.
Saturday, February 25 - Providence, RI - Fete Monday, February 27 - Boston, MA - Middle East Tuesday, Feburary 28 - Philadelphia, PA - Silk City Wednesday, February 29 - New York, NY - Knitting Factory Thursday, March 1 - Pittsburgh, PA - Shadow Lounge Friday, March 2 - Cleveland, OH - Grog Shop Saturday, March 3 - Kalamazoo, MI - The Strutt Tuesday, March 6 - Ann Arbor, MI - Blind Pig Thursday, March 8 - Toronto - Great Hall Friday, March 9- Chicago - Subterreanean Saturday, March 10 - Grand Rapids, MI - The Intersection Sunday, March 11 - St. Louis - Gramaphone Monday, March 12 - Nashville - TBD Friday, March 16 - San Diego - House of Blues Saturday, March 17 - Scottsdale, AZ - Chaser's Sunday, March 18 - Los Angeles - The Roxy Tuesday, March 20 - Santa Barbara, CA - Velvet Jones Wednesday, March 21 - Fresno, CA - Fulton 55 Thursday, March 22 - San Francisco - 330 Ritch Friday, March 23 - Portland, OR - Crown Room Saturday, March 24 - Vancouver, BC - Fortune Sound Club Sunday, March 25 - Seattle, WA - The Crocodile Wednesday, March 28 - Minneapolis MN - 7th Street Entry Thursday, March 29 - Iowa City - Mission Creek Festival Friday, March 30th - Toledo OH - Frankie's Underground
by Dave Segal
on Tue, Jan 31, 2012 at 9:40 AM
Girl Walk // All Day is a feature-length film set in New York City and scored by Girl Talk’s 2010 All Day album. The premise? Three improvisational dancers bust moves to Girl Talk’s ADHD mashups as they gallivant across the urban landscape over 24 hours. Producer Youngna Park says, “The film seeks to uproot the conventions of the traditional single-track music video, and sets a well-known soundtrack to an inventive new set of celebratory visuals.” Park adds, "The screenings are highly participatory and inevitably turn into some pretty let-loose dance parties." Cynics, those who dislike uplift, and Girl Talk haters (obviously) should steer clear.
Seattle DJs Tigerbeat and Radjaw will host the movie’s Seattle premiere and a dance party at Neumos Sat. Feb. 11 (8 pm, $12 adv/$15 DOS, 21+). The film's lead dancer, Anne Marsen, will also make an appearance at the event.
BYRON BAY Today is a day off and we have a three-hour drive to stay at Adam's (drummer for the Straight Arrows) parents' house to BBQ and swim. This proves difficult when we learn there is not a pool. It's a warm, muggy overcast day and everyone laughs at my teeny jean cut-offs and argyle socks when we meet for breakfast. I started writing these journals basically as a "complaint log," but I have to say I love traveling this way. I get a seat in the furthest back of the 12-person van, and we deem it "the rat's nest," where I get to watch movies on my laptop, read my book, and write and be on the opposite end of the van's cockpit, aka, "The Hornets Nest," where the GPS confusion/parking-space argument/too many cooks fussiness occurs. I am feeling very thankful getting paid, playing with my best buddies, being in beautiful friendly country, and NOT HAVING TO DRIVE. (ZZZZZ, I know.) Also, I am in love with my book, John Fante's Ask the Dust. While driving we pass a billboard that reads 'White Ladies Funerals - A Woman's Understanding." Wow. As Brigid and I are discussing implementing an exercise routine, our driver Tim says "Why? Have you got Bingo Wings?" which he explains is the term for the loose upper-arm skin you can see when old ladies flap their arms in the air while yelling "BINGO!"
We get into Byron Bay and head to the beach, which is overcast and lovely. When a light rain starts, we go to a restaurant on the beach and have a glass of wine, or as we now call them "Shiraz Chalices," in tribute to Shabazz Palaces. Adam's place is an hour outside of town, and we get lost in the dark and the rain, and after 75 frustrated U-turns are executed I lose count. When finally arrive, Adam's parents are very nice and have prepared vegetarian lasagna and lamb chops for us. After dinner we entertain ourselves with am iPhone DJ Battle Royal with all of our phones' apps playing various drum machine/DJ-scratching/theremin/Alan Partridge samples. It's so shitty that we may have set both music and technology in general back 30 years.