Yesterday on the radio I had an in-studio session with the Internet—the completely unpretentious yolo-age neo-soul group led by the Lisa Bonet-chill Syd Tha Kyd and the far-out, fat-fingered East Point ex-pat Matt Martianz—who's Purple Naked Ladies and Frank Ocean's kinda not-since-Voodoo-type classic Channel Orange were the superbly kicked-back, wryly-written cream of Odd Future's 2012. To the people who, in 2011, became some of OF's most overzealous fans and haters, this music was hella not the future they imagined for the crew founded by Tyler, the Creator.
I also was visited in the studio by the core of the Sportn' Life Records familia, and in the center was Nissim, the artist formerly known as D.Black (and, once upon a time, Danger). I debuted his new solo song "Ricochet," released just today:
Then there's the SnL supergroup that includes him, Fatal Lucciauno, Spaceman and Larry Hawkins—their name is My Life My Love. I really like this name, not to mention life, and (especially) love—which I saw and felt as in the studio yesterday, and which (as someone told me yesterday) we need right now. They released a strong new Vitamin D-produced song a second ago off of their upcoming self-titled EP, and are performing at Sportn' Life's ten year anniversary party at Barboza on Wednesday, along with the rest of the roster, including Fly Moon Royalty. FMR's dessert-first sweet "Birthday Song" from their May 2012 Dimensions EP is suited to the occasion (and would, for that matter, sound great in a commercial for diamonds—that's a freebie).
Early this morning, I returned from The Internet's show with Kingdom Crumbs at the Crocodile (which I'm still buzzing from) and perused the internet—the closest thing that a whole lot of a whole generation seem to liken to an inalienable right and spiritual force ("Thank you Based God" - Al Gore). Through it, all things flow, right? So somehow I got to "Nissim," a large tune off of Breakthrough, the Gaslamp Killer's first studio album:
The internet also told me a few meanings of "Nissim"—which, oddly enough, kinda reminded me of the internet, or the universe, or what have you, all over again.
Last night at the Funhouse I spotted a girl with dreadlocks wearing a D.R.I. t-shirt (Crossover era!) and wondered, "Does D.R.I. have a song called "D.R.I.?" Then I went though a list of bands that had songs that were the same as the band.
"Give My Taxes Back!"
D.R.I. doesn't have a song called "D.R.I." But the Meat Puppets have "Meat Puppets." Other bands with songs named after the band: Jodie Foster's Army, Talk Talk, Saint Vitus. There are more, right? There must be so many more!
Oh boy. Every now and again I see this list posted on the webternet or FaceSpace and it makes me sigh a heavy, sad sigh. The main search engine return comes from a "best of Craigslist" page from 2007, actually titled "FROM YOUR BArtender." Somebody furiously typed the title with the caps lock on but then hit it again without noticing.
I'll be the first to admit, bars are pretty awesome. A place where you can drive your car to, get all fucked up, and then get back in your car to drive home. Gobs of city cash comes from DUI revenue and at 2:00 am on nearly any night, collecting it is like shooting a whale in a barrel.
I don't spend a lot of time in bars, so I reckon my problem with this list is that it could apply to anybody in a job that deals with the public. In high school I worked at The Great American Cookie Company at the Cleveland Hopkins Airport. People treated me like shit because they were in a hurry and they wanted to get coffee and then go to Atlanta. I can't remember ever once thinking that I was the cookie king and those people should get fucked. I just figured that they were asshole people in a hurry, trying to get to Atlanta. We were in Cleveland; I understood.
I have a lot of friends who are bartenders. It doesn't seem like it's a terrible job. There isn't a lot of heavy lifting. Most bartenders don't have to wear a uniform. Unless you have the curled mustache and the vest, but that vest seems nifty. If you're working in a bar which caters to your lifestyle, the music and customers are probably to your liking. It's better than telemarketing, I'd bet.
I follow the proper social rules when ordering drinks and I'm a standard $1 per drink tipper. Though if somebody were to ask me what the most consistently unpleasant experiences I've had with purchasing something were, I'd say that they were at bars with bartenders.
Someone once pointed out to me the fact that there seems to be a micro-economy in the service industry. Restaurant workers take their tip money out to bars and clubs at night and give it to the bartenders, who promptly return it to the waiters and waitresses the next day at lunch. The cycle is almost self-sufficient and is mutually beneficial. Knowing the pain of waiting on customers, each group tips the other well and never raises a fuss. These people do not need to be educated. The rest of you do.
Oh yes, this is a good introduction. What a non-abrasive way to begin your point. I need to be educated. DO TELL.
Over the past few years, the most annoying band-naming trend was surely taking one word and repeating it twice. Now the ante is upping to three times. Just Saw Long Long Long (from Halifax). I know I've seen others cropping up lately, but I can't remember them at the moment. Quick, someone do it four times and you'll be ahead of the curve for a minute.
Few things in this world are as great as puns and making fun of rapper names. Illustrator Patrick Moberg has come up with Animal Pharm, an arsenal of rapper illustrations whose names he has cleverly changed to embrace their pun-filled spirit animal, including Aesop Croc, Timbalamb, and Missy Elephant.
Here are ten others I just thought of that should be taken into consideration:
Krill Keith Trout Kast Capone N NorBeluga AtmosBear The Feathermen The Game Hen Kitty Cent GangStarfish Cat Boys Paul Walrus
Feel free to make up your own in the comments section.