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An interesting, (and, you have to admit, a wee bit pretentious) idea from James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem.
Murphy thinks the turnstiles should make a richly harmonic series of bloops, which would then be in tune with each other and create a sort of haphazard improvised sound-piece when people are rushing to catch trains. WSJ explains: “He has worked out a unique set of notes for every station, one of which would sound each time a passenger swipes his or her MetroCard to catch a train. The busier a station becomes, the richer the harmonies would be. The same notes would also play in a set sequence when the subway arrives at that stop. Each of the city’s 468 subway stations would have note sets in different keys.”
I also like this quote about the harsh sounds a person hears in the New York subway: "There's already going to be a thing that makes a sound, why can't it make a nice sound?"
My understanding is we don't really want folks to feel super comfortable hanging out in the subway turnstiles, which is why there aren't couches down there either. There's my idea: couch city. Couches everywhere, for everyone.
Word got out on Facebook and the University's student forum too quick. A basement that held 40-55 comfortably had 180+ "attending." People I didn't know around town were talking about it. There was no choice but to move the night out of my friend's basement to a space where "legality" was at least on the iffy side. Last minute changes moved the bands and upcoming show handbills to JINX ArtSpace which is now the home to Make.Shift. What was about to happen was every punk kids dream and nightmare... The owner of the business had to work that night. All I received were the keys, a number for the sound guy to call, and a pat on the back.
It somehow magically all worked out! Everyone had a blast (leave it to punk songs to have seven bands on the bill and still end the show before 11pm). Because of the success and popularity, the night has become a tradition in Bellingham's all ages scene. Fast forward five years and it's now become the thing to do. This year in Make.Shift's newly fancy, fire code approved, and all ages 296 capacity space, a first is happening: a two night, double-feature special.
Click below to see who's playing what!
Well, is it? More of the lineup, held at The Observatory in Santa Ana, California, after the jump... Tickets are around $30 per day and available here!
If Derek Erdman was to ever construct a “What’s On Yr iPod” post for the two twenty-two year old women who slid off the highway south of Mansfield, PA in 2008 while driving the Oscar Mayer Wiener Mobile, “Juice Harp” could be a fitting song. If you were driving a 27-foot-long hot dog through a blizzard, “Juice Harp” is exactly what should be on the stereo.
And it is today’s mental lozenge—“Juice Harp,” off the 1977 collaboration between Jan Hammer (the Miami Vice guy) and late percussionist David Earle Johnson called Time is Free. Don’t fight it. Let it sit on the back of your brain’s tongue. Drive your 27-foot-long hot dog leisurely through the falling snow. What’s there to worry about? The body heat of your audio/visual cortex will slowly dissolve everything around you. In the video below, wait for the woman in a black low cut onesie at 2:15. (Is that a onesie? I love her.) This video is possibly unsafe, because it makes you want to do every drug imaginable, and drive gigantic hot dogs through inclement weather. Imagery in the video is from the 60's animation of Rapid Eye Movements and Holger Czukay's Cool In The Pool.
In the Wienermobile link, one of the women driving the vehicle says, "We thought we had come out of the blizzard. We thought we were through it. Then we hit a patch of ice. The Wienermobile weighs 7,000 pounds, so usually ice and snow isn't much of a problem. It was this time." Apparently, people that drive the Wienermobile are called "Hotdoggers." There are six Wienermobiles, each has two drivers. Hotdoggers drive around the country in the thing for a year. All they listen to is Jan Hammer.
Bummed that you missed Timber! Music Fest this summer? (I kinda was after seeing the adventures of Josh Bis out in Carnation.)
Well lucky you, snow baby, you get another chance to see music in an out-of-town-but-not-that-far-away setting, this time in Washington's best Bavarian wonderland: Leavenworth! Timbrrr is the wintery counterpart to Timber (I got tired of wasting those exclamation points, you understand I'm sure), and will be happening January 10th and 11th.
Tickets to the weekend are $45, plus they've posted discounted tickets to Stevens Pass if you're the skiing type.
Which is a better deal? Seriously. Look at both homes: COBAIN. And then EMINEM. East 1st Street or just south of Eight Mile? Grunge or Hip Hop? Neighbors, or no neighbors (with just lots overgrown grass, for several blocks?)
Katie Kate was flown to Rome last week to play a private event. A hailstorm of drugs was consumed. Not by us, but by the event goers. Many, many substances. In the end, it became a battle between Italians doing speed, and Italians doing MDMA. The “speeds” wanted techno; the “MDMAs” wanted punk and Siouxsie and the Banshees. The club was called Circolo Degli Illuminati and the soundman’s name was Guido. A stern man with Hulk arms. No one was allowed to touch Guido’s gear but Guido. Kate’s set went off to much dancing, and staring, then Radjaw and I DJ’d. The first hour of DJing was fine—I drummed to tracks from M|O|O|N , Pink Skull, Comtron, Sex Worker, T. Raumschmiere, Lusine, and Vox Mod, while Radjaw scratched percussive vinyl and caught delays for interludes. (Thank you, Frankie Crescioni for help finding tracks.) Then things intensified and devolved.
Outside, in other parts of the ancient city, church bells rang placidly. Moths in the night landed soundless and squalid on the Pantheon’s dome. Cats purred next to the heat of a spotlight at the Torre Argentina ruin, where Julius Caesar was murdered. The place is now a stray cat sanctuary, home to 250 cats. (Kate’s favorite ruin.) Roma, the capital of Italy, founded 753 BC. Where Popes runneth game, with Emperor Nero, antipasto, and statues of fat babies everywhere.
Back at our Battle of Speed vs. MDMA, no cats purred. Only Guido. Also, a group of Italians who had taken peyote emerged.
Read more after the jump!
I just got back from NYC. They have lots of neat things Seattle doesn't have. For one, I propose we have a few more of these on the sides of
brick buildings new condos. Can we please-please? Okay, thanks! Love, Kelly
My favorite thing about Musicfest Northwest (MFNW), the festival that once again lured me to Portland last weekend, is that it feels like an excuse to ignore Labor Day as a signpost of the last weekend of the summer. Hopping from the highly-concentrated and action-packed Bumbershoot weekend to laconically browsing scattered shows across various neighborhoods feels like a simultaneously familiar yet exotic escape through the looking glass (decorative pickles instead of taxidermy, a network of quiet streetcars). Further, although it's a citywide event, MFNW seems to infuse rather than overwhelm Portland with musical possibilities while leaving plenty of time in the day for not being consumed by showgoing.
However, the excellently programmed collection of bands remains the main attraction that's made the event an annual tradition. By this point, I have enough faith in the festival to book a room months in advance of a lineup announcement, and have yet to be disappointed. This year was no exception. Below, a little photo diary of an always delightful weekend in the city of roses.
Slicingupeyeballs.com has a report from Toronto’s Riot Fest last night, where the Replacements—featuring only Paul Westerberg and Tommy Stinson from the original lineup, but still—performed live for the first time in 22 years. You can catch several non-audiophile videos from the show and the setlist here. The 23-song set was ragged ’round the edges, the way Replacements fans like it, and included a cover of Sham 69’s “Borstal Breakout.” Conspicuous by their absence were the Replacements' best songs: "Shiftless When Idle," "Answering Machine," and "Unsatisfied."
For some reason, I'd really like to imagine the Pickathon Music Festival as the evolution of a small party in the woods that started years ago. Perhaps Todd Pendarvis (probably not an actual person) simply invited a few people and a band, and then it just kept getting bigger and bigger. According to this article in last week's Portland Mercury, that's partially true. Pickathon started in 1997 as a fundraiser for radio station KBOO. As it got bigger, it stayed independent for all of the right reasons: if corporate sponsors took over and the economy tanked, the festival would suffer. Better to have something fail on your own terms, right?
But Pickathon certainly isn't failing. Everywhere I looked I saw happy faces, thriving independent commerce and a lesser-known community happy to have an event that's all their own. It's the kind of festival that restores a forgotten hope in the festival environment. Where others are bloated, commercialized and strewn with litter, this one is fair, respectful and nearly self-sustaining. I'm a person with an inherent distrust of hippies and their life ethics, but this festival changed my mind about a few things. Not that, you know, everything is "all good," more like I can leave my wallet in a tent surrounded by camping peaceniks and it will be there when I return. And maybe that the point of life is to do your best to not be disgusting.
We felt somewhat intimidated at first because there seemed to be a lot of rules. Well, rules that nobody seemed to be enforcing, but also a protocol that might make first time visitors a little uneasy. You have to buy a metal cup for drinks that you can rinse out at water stations throughout the grounds. To eat the festival food, you purchase a $10 token to receive a plate with what you order. When you're done to return the plate for another token and repeat. I wasn't sure what to do with the token at the very end and my inquiry to staff was answered with a shoulder shrug. Now I'm the owner of a $10 wooden token for a plate that I used exactly once, but fuck it, I'm happy to help.
Pickathon is a music festival utopia in the woods where everybody is friendly. We arrived late last night, just in time to pitch a tent in absolute darkness and then see King Tuff play a blistering set in a small barn. Sleeping is tough in the camping area, banjo pluckers sing tales of woe loudly into the night. Somehow we slept until 1pm. In search of food today, we came across this face misting duo near the festival entrance:
What are your names and where are you from?
Benjamin: Uh, my name is Benjamin. We're from Seattle.
Liza: Uh, and I'm Liza. I'm from Seattle too.
And what are you two doing here today?
Benjamin: We're giving people free face sprays. For tips.
Liza: Yeah, we're just spraying people in the face.
Do you find that a lot of people are wanting to be misted?
Benjamin: Some people are and some people aren't. Some of these people are going to the showers, I don't think they want to be misted.
How many times have you misted yourselves this afternoon?
Liza: I've misted myself so many times that I can't count.
Benjamin: I've misted myself between ten and twenty times.
Is this your first Pickathon?
Liza: No. I don't know how many times I've been, but this isn't my first.
Benjamin: This is my seventh.
Do they get better and better every year?
Benjamin: Yeah, they probably do.
What's your favorite thing to eat here?
Benjamin: I like the hamburgers.
Liza: I have no idea. I really just like lemonade.
There's a ton more happening at Pickathon today and tomorrow. Check back for more of our in-depth coverage!
If you have August 15-17 free (I'm sure you can tear yourself away from Hempfest), you DEFINITELY won't regret making the beautiful trip to Missoula, Montana for Total Fest this year. Although I was born in that gigantic state (the sky is LITERALLY BIGGER there) and my band has played there many a time, I promise I'm not just biased on this thing. Total Fest is so much fun! It's very well run little rock fest, everyone is nice (REALLY nice; you-can-sleep-on-my-couch nice), the lineups are always rad, and you can go swimming or hiking practically on accident the wilderness is so close.
If you can go, you should. Just writing about this makes me think I should go... I'm due for a parent visit after all.
I know, I know... you're fed up with Kickstarter campaigns. But here's one that may trigger your sympathy: Popular Noise is a new, New York-based publication run by Byron Kalet that has had ties to Seattle's music scene. Kalet previously ran an audio magazine called Journal of Popular Noise, which released vinyl recordings by local talents like Truckasauras, Flexions, Foscil, and Climax Golden Twins. Popular Noise will explore myriad auxiliary aspects of music, seemingly because there are already a surplus of outlets discussing the actual music.
In order to print and distribute the mag, Kalet needs $20,000; with about 33 hours to go in the campaign, he's about $3,000 short. You can go here to pledge, if you're so inclined.
For a first flight, the festival seemed to go remarkably smoothly with only a few modest bumps—e.g., more, or better-stocked, food trucks would've been very welcome; limited access to water refills at the distant mainstage and the absence of recycling bins at a vocally anti-plastic festival in a park seemed odd—but none of those marred the inaugural edition of this likely-to-return event. Even when things got a little raucous, it was still a decidedly relaxing affair that didn't even require crossing county lines.
Photos from the event, after the jump.
Maybe you can't go to the Capitol Hill Block Party because you're driving to California, with a stop in Oregon. Or something like that. For southern bound folks this weekend, there's also an electronica based festival happening this weekend, July 26-28, called the What The Festival or WTF with a lineup that looks like this:
A-Trak, Purity Ring, Flosstradamus, Gramatik, PANTyRAiD, RJD2, Claude VonStroke, Tycho, YACHT, XXYYXX, Polish Ambassador, JETS, Random Rab, Machinedrum, Cyril Hahn, El Ten Eleven, Starkey, Goth-Trad (Live), Kill Paris, LowRIDERz, NiT GriT , Kastle (Live), Eliot Lipp, Classixx, Shigeto, An-ten-nae, Love & Light, J.Phlip, Worthy, Odesza, Clicks & Whistles, Russ Liquid, Thriftworks, DJ Shawna, Funk Hunters, Lynx, Buku, saQi, Fungineers, Anomie Belle, Jeremy Sole, Pumpkin, NicoLuminous, Sweet Anomaly, Nordic Soul, Digital Rust, World's Finest, J. Alvarez, Kid Smpl, Sugarbeats, Plantrae, Timothy Wisdom, Most Custom, Chrome Wolves, American Girls, Medium Troy, Ghost Feet, Tyler Tastemaker, Tiger Fresh, PRSN, Lushbunny, Kepi, Justin Illusion, Spek1, Octabän, Ntrouble
WTF Fest also promises:
On top of music and art, WTF provides numerous Micro-Experiences that really set this event apart. The Splash Pool + Stage is a major highlight for people looking to have a good time in the heat of the afternoon summer sun, as you can see in this video. The Pool Stage will feature bigger production with even more programming this year, including a Decibel Festival Showcase Pool Party and more.
I don't think I've ever been to a festival and had a "micro-experience" (unless that crazy time I got to take a puff of some of Willie Nelson's "Willie Weed" at SXSW counts.)
Dying to get out of town soon? Longing to see music out in the rural splendor of Carnation, Washington? Sounds like you might be interested in the Timber! Outdoor Music Festival! Taking place July 26 and 27, Timber! will feature music from Helio Sequence, Fruit Bats, Quasi, Noah Gundersen, Lemolo, Bryan John Appleby, Kithkin, Hobosexual, River Giant, Baltic Cousins, Pablo Trucker, AND MORE!
Be the first Line Out master to email your name to emily at the stranger dot com with the subject line "I WANT 2 TIMBER!" and I will give you TWO TICKETS to this festival for zero dollars and zero cents. It's a great deal.
It's been 43 days since I last mentioned Make.Shift's encounter with the Bellingham Fire Department. And, as expected, the all-ages venue is now working on a crowd-sourced fundraiser to help cover the rent increase due to the construction of a second fire exit in the basement.
Unfortunately this happens to everyone. Whether you are an avid show attender in your teens now, or once were, we all know what it feels like to lose one of your favorite places to see shows. This happens everyday, everywhere, and it sucks every time.
Bellingham has lost their fair share over the years, and Make.Shift is currently fighting to survive. Watch their video for the fundraising project after the jump and donate here if you can avoid the utility bill until the next paycheck. Think of the kids and community up north.
Here's your one warning though—the video will make your eyes water and pull out your wallet without hesitation.
From Beth Crook, for The Stranger:
"The Warehouse, a production company in Tacoma, produced a unique and beautiful music performance this past weekend. Apparently a year in the making, Lemolo + The Kaleidoscope Dance combined the emotionally charged pop sounds of Lemolo's debut album Kaleidoscope with two Tacoma dance companies, MLK Ballet and The Barefoot Collective.
Lemolo, on their own, are a commanding performance. When coupled with modern dance and ballet it was a completely overwhelming experience."
More photos after the jump...
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