(Neumos) Fresh Espresso made me do rap hands! As someone who doesn't go to a lot of shows, I find the ways of the crowds very entertaining. Like how come people just blaze up in the middle of a club? What?! And how cute is that entwined-couple-stance? And how come people do that one-hand-in-the-air, wave-it-up-and-down move at hiphop shows? I DON'T KNOW! But Fresh Espresso made me do it at Block Party, crushed in with a mass of people who were smiling and shouting, who were amped as fuck, who forgot where they were and just let loose with the hand motions and screaming and love. And wham! Rap hands just happened! It was excellent. See also My Philosophy.
Okay, so see, there's this guy called David Schmader. He is a man of incisive observations and keen obsessions. You will of course recognize him from the front pages of this here tree-murdering rag. But did you know? He's also a famous monologuist of nationally celebrated wit. One of the things he does very best is this: He takes a screwed-up and unintentionally hilarious old movie, introduces it, provides some context and a little setup, lets the bitch roll, and chimes in during key moments with wittiness. It's a winning formula, results guaranteed. (I'm trying real hard here not to bring up Showgi...) Tonight we shall be treated indeed as David brings us all new and fresh and yummy snark vis-à-vis one crazy old hound dog of a film: Mr. Wrong from 1996, starring the then-painfully-closeted dyke princess Ellen DeGeneres as she mucks through (and utterly fails—with funniness!) the greatest acting challenge of her career: playing a marriage-hungry woman who's into cock. (Really!) It's pure crap plus pure Schmader, and it is going to be epic. And, of course, proceeds go to Washington United for Marriage. So. (Oh, the irony! IT BURNS!) Central Cinema, 9:30 pm, $11 at www.seattlewww.seattlequeerfilm.com, 21+.
Thanks precisely because of a colleague of ours, we now know that legendary-in-no-exaggerated-way disco and electronic pioneer Giorgio Moroder (Donna Summer's "I Feel Love", Blondie's "Call Me", Electric Dreams, etc.) has been online for a few weeks now, tossing out a ridiculous amount of free rarities and lost works like they're rice at a wedding.
There's Moroder's extended material for Scarface, his key score for Midnight Express, a rare German version of his own 1966 single "Stop!", and new 2012 song "Giorgio's New Dancing Shoes", as well as his more experimental work such as cuts from his personally abandoned, ambient 1975 Einzelgänger project.
He's been reliably honest in his own comments as well. About Einzelgänger, he writes: 'I never liked it and that's why it never was released on CD. Now friends and fans told me that the album is great and pretty utopian and futuristic for the mid-70s.'
(Showbox Sodo) First of all, today is my birthday. Not today as in the day I am writing this, but today as in the day this show is happening. Libras are quite vain about their birthdays, so I am taking up half of this blurb with that information. I will accept gifts of guinea pig costumes and sparkly socks. So who likes synth? Because this is going to be the City Arts Fest DAY OF THE DANCE! So much dancey, poppy, synthetic, beat-heavy music, you had better take a B12 if you know what I mean! Ghostland Observatory (and everyone on this bill, in their own special way) make catchy party junk music you'll feel slightly guilty about in an "I just ate an entire box of fruit snacks" way—recommended for teens and adults alike who just want to get wild.
CIRCUIT VINE Attention, Eastside teens! You are in a pretty great place in the world for all-ages music. The Old Fire House in Redmond has been a vital part of Seattle's greater-area all-ages music scene since the early '90s. Plus, in Bellevue there's the similarly historic and now very suburbanly new Ground Zero, the most happening rec room/venue in the Lake Hills neighborhood. It's a diverse night at OFH featuring local electronic duo Circuit Vine, which only played their first show in June. While their galactic '80s bit is still teething, it recalls what was once good about chillwave: propulsive tropical rhythms, nostalgic, foggy atmospheres, and big beat drops. But with Circuit Vine's fucked-up rap-gaze vocals reminiscent of 2009-era Disaro Records, it's a recipe for what can now just be umbrella'd under the phrase "post-chill cluster-wave." You can dance to it, either way. With In the Pouch and Julio X. Old Fire House, 8 pm, $5.
Hey, sexy laaaaye-dee, whoop-whoop-whoop, POOL PARTY STYLE?
Did anyone dance to Japanese/Korean styles of the new Seattle JKPOP night at City Arts Fest last night? I was sad to miss it. I WANT TO DANCE, and I want to do it motherfucking Gangham Style.
The next JKPOP Seattle is Thursday, November 1st @ Barboza, 9 pm, $3, 21+
I should go! You should go!
Oh, also, speaking of motherfucking Gangham Style, the real deal PSY is performing at a cheesy-ass pool party at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas—where I will be, shooting a wedding this upcoming weekend.
Should I go?
Should Kelly O Pay $20 To See PSY, Poolside, In Las Vegas?
(Rendezvous) Hello, I work here, and I am in one of these bands. Are you okay? Are you still here? Glad we could talk. Now then, Divers are from Portland, and they are rad. SO rad, in fact, that my alternate universe twin, music editor of the Portland Mercury, Ned Lannamann, e-mailed me to say, "Hey YOU, Divers are AWESOME." And I was like, "I KNOW, right?" Then we internet high-fived and music notes shot out of our computers. So there you have it: Two people who talk about music in two free weeklies in two Pacific Northwest cities CAN'T BE WRONG. Divers play big punk rock 'n' roll—suitable for dancing to, sweating to, losing your voice to, and fist-pumping in your white T-shirt like it's the '80s and the Boss is your actual boss and you just got a bonus.
Riding on the Metro: Encircled by bodyguards, rap artist Jay-Z hops an R train to his final Barclay concert in Brooklyn proving that he's just like everyone else: A millionaire commuter with a record label and the hottest wife ever.
Dinner and a Show: Lady Gaga shows up Justin Bieber by puking on stage all the while dancing like a pro.
Park Life: British alt rock band, Blur are gracing their fans by extending their reunion confirming a small series of European festivals in 2013.
Get Em' While They're Hot!: While checking out the latest fashion at Urban Outfitters don't forget to pick up your free 40-page zine released by the xx, complete with handwritten lyrics, photos, and such.
Ax to the Face: Tomahawk release a teaser song Stone Letter off their upcoming album Oddfellows, their latest release in six years.
You're Doing It Wrong!: I guess dumpster babies are making a resurgence—this sticker seems to think so.
Use Your Indoor Voice: Screaming Females singer, Marissa Paternoster, comes down with mono, subsequently dropping the band from their opening slot for the rest of their fall tour with Garbage. Get better soon, Marissa!
How do you feel about music that is best described with word clusters like "sick witch shit" and "quasi-industrial proto-goth"? Pretty good, right? How do you feel about things that are free to get into before 8:30pm?! Everyone likes that! AND a Silent Hill themed photo booth? AHHHHH!
Woohoo! We were not actually kidding last week when we sort of implied that this might be a regular thing, where we go through our purses/desks/shorts pockets on Friday night and find you cool treasures, then ask you a dumb question so you can WIN THE PRIZE!!! Dedicated to you Line Outers who work late at a desk on Friday nights, or who read the blog on the weekend. Go you!
Also, a bit of Housekeeping: Hey there, last week's winner, carnivorous chicken, wanna contact us to pick up your stuff? Just like Santa, we love giving you free stuff, if you sit on our laps and stay on your very best behavior! Those fries aren't gonna eat themselves!
This week's prize package only contains two items, but one of them is HOT HOT HOT enough to put behind a jump, because BOOBZ. You're welcome! The prize package contains:
ONE (1) pack of glue-on fake nails, French Manicure-style. Oooh, classy! Says music editor Emily Nokes, "Those nails have touched Gary Smith's torso." It's true!
and ONE (1) very special, Spanish-language, lesbian edition card game called, appropriately, "¡SEXO!"
Redeem your prize by leaving the answer to this question, which honors our spirit animal Alanis Morissette, in comments (we'll alert the winner here in comments on Monday, when we sober up again):
What fellow '90s icons played guitar and bass on Alanis Morissette's best-karaoke-song-ever hit "You Oughta Know"?
Arrived at work with to find this in my inbox and almost jumped out of my cubicle with joy:
Inside my head, Chastity Belt is what heaven sounds like. Simple, brilliant chord progressions, shockingly astute lyricism, and noise, oh my god, the beautiful noise. Their first EP Fuck Chastity Belt is a lo-fi bloody spiral of unyielding fury that refuses to leave my MP3 player.
Dude sees them joined by a couple of dudes from my other favorite band, Dude York (all right, I'll stop), their brother band from the old alma mater. Andrew Hall (on drums) and Peter Richards on bass lending a hand to Lydia Lund (lead guitar, backing vocals) and Julia Shapiro (vocals, rhythm). The three-song EP is "name your price" and I suggest you name a good one: after all, it is what HEAVEN sounds like, and as an awesome addition to the endless array of musical talents this fine city has to offer, we want to keep these ladies in Seattle somethin' fierce.
Dude York plays the Sunset tomorrow (Oct 3) and Chastity Belt plays the Sunset (early, like 5:30pm) on Saturday Oct 6.
by Dave Segal
on Fri, Sep 28, 2012 at 10:20 AM
Motor City Masters, Fri Sept 28, 9 pm, Showbox at the Market: Detroit techno's eternal importance to electronic music gets reiterated with performances by Carl Craig (aka 69, the most talented of the second wave of Motor City producer/DJs along with Jeff Mills and Rob Hood), Octave One (old-school, soulful trackmakers who remain relevant today), and former Seattleite/ex-Detroiter Jerry Abstract, whose DJ sets tap into the hardest and best specimens from back in the day and right now.
Raster-Noton Showcase, Fri Sept 28, 10:30 pm, Melrose Market Studios: Raster-Noton is the damn-near-infallible German experimental-electronic label. Its artists' highbrow aural emanations and severe, geometric visual accompaniments have yielded legendary results at past Decibel and MUTEK fests. Byetone and Kangding Ray bring a shocking rhythmic vitality to R-N's patented op-art minimalism and bleepy pointillism. These eggheads' tracks will stun you with their funkiness and danceability. Emptyset makes minimal techno that's coated in tar and throbbing with primeval vengefulness. Charles Bronson would love it.
Optical 3: Touch 30, Fri Sept 28, 7 pm, Broadway Performance Hall: On this bill of elite atmosphere conjurers, the most intriguing figure is Eleh. This enigma creates some of the most tabula-rasa'd drone that ever droned you into the Zen zone. With Jon Wozencroft, Biosphere, the Sight Below, lissom, and Leo Mayberry.
XLR8R Presents, Fri Sept 28, 9 pm, Baltic Room: The music on Actress's three scintillating albums slithers among pre- and post-dubstep genres with slick friction. Strange textures, eerily beautiful atmospheres, and coiled rhythms send you down fascinating and surprising alleyways. With Gulls, Teengirl Fantasy, and Ghosts on Tape.
I confess to having a nasty affection for tobacco cigarettes, but I don't even think marathon training would've helped me last night when the music of Hooves and Beak suddenly, unexpectedly sucked the oxygen out of the Tractor Tavern. Harper Whitney Flinn has gathered guitar/cello, bass, and drum players since her arrival from Kansas for the 2010 EMP Sound Off!, but what knocked my air out was the difference in strength in her voice now as opposed to then. Without her comedic between song banter ('I'm gonna play a slow song now, try not to get a boner') making me laugh, I might have suffocated there for shortness of breath. I was aghast at her range and confidence. Already possessed of lyrical prowess, and now armed with an indelicate arsenal of harp arpeggios, Whitney Flinn and crew are all ready to start drawing reductive (albeit well-deserved) comparisons to Joanna Newsom (who Whitney cites as her own inspirator), luckily for them, however, people wont have to pretend to like Hooves and Beak. I was more than happy to walk over to the merch table and jump on the email list when she mentioned a new album in the works.
With the Sunday night crowd now swollen to a whopping 30 or 40 people (bands and bartenders included), Song Sparrow Research took to the stage and upped the strings ante by seeing the cello, and raising one stand-up bass to accompany bandleader Hamilton Boyce on electric guitar and vocals. I've waxed before about the way the moody arrangements of these jazz and orchestral trained musicians brand of hushed rock manages to stay plucky enough to take flight on harmonies, and they do not disappoint live. While Boyce's voice rarely rises above an indoor speaking tone, the music is deeply and delicately atmospheric. Evan Woodle flailed and head bobbed at twice the typical ¾ beat like you'd expect a jazz drummer to, keyboard player Ryan Batie could hardly be contained in his playpen of glockenspiel and laptop, David Balatero sat plucking and pulling every available sound from cello (and later the biggest goddamn electric bass I've ever seen), and Kendall Becker kept her eyes shut and felt out the beat on stand up bass with an intensity rarely heard this side of music. Song Sparrow Research moved efficiently through some cuts from their recently released self-titled and some new material under the crowds watchful eye. Their passion for their individual instruments made them a pleasure to watch as well as hear. In a time where big noise has become synonymous with interesting, what little noise they made was attention getting and well orchestrated without being stale.
OH MAN! Last night was fun! Everyone looked so good! I think some of my coworkers even showered. Wait, that's me I'm thinking of. I actually showered. The beer was flowing like wine, and by the end of the ceremony I wanted to hug everyone in the Moore Theatre.
But the best part was the impromptu Michael Jackson dance party. When the Seattle Rock Orchestra busted into "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough," fancily dressed folks couldn't help but jump on the stage to dance! A surprised security guard tried to stop it, but you can't really tackle someone wearing sequins and/or a bow-tie (plus you'd have to be a zombie to resist the urge to dance to "Thriller" HA HA). Thank you Seattle Rock Orchestra. Thank you security lady. And THANK YOU geniuses! I really like having an excuse to buy $15 lipstick and tipsily gawk at beautiful people.
by Dave Segal
on Thu, Sep 20, 2012 at 4:44 PM
According to this poster, Volume Nightclub's hosting a new "LMFAO-Themed EDM Night" called Sexy and I Know It. This is surely destined to have a long and interesting run, right? Or maybe not? Let's have a poll.
What do you think about Sexy and I Know It, Volume’s new LMFAO-themed EDM night?
by Dave Segal
on Mon, Sep 17, 2012 at 11:59 AM
Here are the results of America's Best DJ poll. The winner is... Markus Schulz, who seems as bland and indistinguishable from dozens of other short-haired, smooth-faced white guys making the mega-club circuit. Nobody should be surprised that this top-10 list is largely filled with jocks who play middling music to move huge crowds of people with mediocre tastes—although at one point in the not-so-distant past I'd actually be excited to catch sets by Diplo and A-Trak. Anyway, here you go, America: These are your top 10 DJs, according to people who think popularity equals quality.
2012 AMERICA’S BEST DJ FINAL RESULTS 1. MARKUS SCHULZ 2. STEVE AOKI 3. SKRILLEX 4. BT 5. Z-Trip 6. Porter Robinson 7. Wolfgang Gartner 8. A-Trak 9. Diplo 10. Bassnectar
62 is too old to be secretly filling a desk in your garage with cigarette butts. You should be filling it with cigarette butts onstage, wearing a nice shirt you got at the mall, while dancing enthusiastically. If I haven’t learned to incorporate furniture into my dances by the time I’m 60, I plan to die immediately and then not decompose.
The people of Seattle have been desperately seeking the set lists from Saturday night's DJ battle between DJ Ira Glass and DJ Dan Savage (with an assist from Terry Hecker, who can shake it better than anyone). Here are Dan and Terry's:
Dan's Sets: "Lonely Goatherd/Wind It Up" - Sound of Music/Gwen Stefani "Copacobana" - Shirley Bassey "I'm An Indian Too" - Don Armando's Second Ave. Rhumba Band "Yes Sir, I Can Boogie" - Baccara You're The One That I Want - Grease
"Dogs In The Yard" - Fame "Kiss" - Art Of Noise Ft. Tom Jones "My Neck My Back" - Khia "I Am What I Am" - Gloria Gaynor "There's No Business Like Show Business" - Ethel Merman "Xanadu" - OST
"I've Been To Paradise" - Charlene "Love WIll Keep Us Together" - Captain And Tenille "Call Me Maybe" - Carly Ray Jepson "Teenage Dream" - Glee Having A Party - Norma Jean (Chic) Love Is In The Air - John Paul Young
Terry: "Dance On The Groove And Do The Funk" - Love International "We Can't Fly" - Airplane "Baby Blue (Horse Meat Disco Re-Edit)" - Dusty Springfield "Disco Special" - Discoteque "Weisser Sand" - Su Kramer "Cocaine Blues" - Escort "New Life" - Jeremy Glenn "Hooked On You" - Cerrone "Chant 'N Boogie" - Pat Les Stache "Carnaval De Trancoso" - Pyschemagik "Zero Ghosts Out The Door" - Herr Styler
We haven't been able to pin down Ira's playlist yet, but he started with Miley Cyrus' "Party In The USA" (the greatest song ever written). He also played the O.C. theme "California," Jay-Z's "99 Problems," and "Starships" by Nikki Minaj (OH, and They Might Be Giants and T. Rex)!
Photos on my cellphone from this glorious event are as embarrassing as they are puzzling.
It is always nice to hear any song that can make me feel like I'm floating; this duo, Ronnie & Robyn, do just that with some perfectly perfect blue eyed soul.
This track smacks of being a teener with supper club pretension, but the arrangement is packed HEAVY with sophistication! Uh, is that some harp? YUP! Um...AND a bit of twelve string guitar?! CHECK!! The production is JUST raw and overdriven enough it RIPS when turned up LOUD! I first heard "As Long As You Love Me (I'll Stay)" this weekend, played LOUD, at Emerald City Soul Club's monthly dance night at the Lo-fi, it's PERFECT at proper dance club volume. The flip is great too, "Step Into My Heart." When the killin' is gettin' kilt it is impossible to beat a duo...a Detroit duo, no less.
An instrumental version, "Sidra Theme," which feels VERY different than the vocal version, is currently getting HUGE play at rare soul clubs. The instrumental version was issued, by catalog number prior to the vocal version, BTW, but if you ask me I like the vocal version best.