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2009-09-09T16:17:00.001-04:00

Bathe in the afterglow. The growing (?) number of indie rock bands comprised of wrestling fans (whatup Lutzko?) is encouraging to yours truly.

Happy Labor Day, eh!

2009-09-04T11:26:00.002-04:00

Off to PA! I'm also in a band now!

Video is gone. Thanks alot rap music.

RIP Koko Taylor, 1928-2009

2009-06-04T11:53:00.002-04:00

http://www.kokotaylor.com/news.html

As alluded to here for the last 7 months, my dad and I drove to Mansfield on September 27th to see Koko Taylor, "The Queen of the Blues," live in concert. It was the day before her 80th birthday, but she still sang and danced up a storm for a lengthy set. I wish I had written up my full recollection of the show when I had it. Unfortunately, my dad called me this morning to tell me that news of Koko's death was on the front page of the Dispatch. I'm glad I got to see her live twice before she passed. Rest in peace, Queen Koko.

Fuck it.

2008-09-26T17:20:00.000-04:00

But no, I'm not late for work, nor was I late this morning. But I digress. I need to blog. I let this blog die. I still want to RVG all over the place, but without writing much, that's kinda hard (might rupture my internals with too many Grachan Moncur III anecdotes coursing through my veins). So I'm back. Like cooked crack. My only promise is to not write about not writing. To quote Nick Swardson's criminally overlooked 2007 masterpiece, Party, "Shit's weak!!! Shiiiiitt's Weeeeaaakk!!!" And I ain't about no weak shit. Play with your playstation or something.

Anyway, last night's show at ye newe Summit, you know, the bigger Cafe Bourbon Street next to Cafe Bourbon Street, was pretty goddamn baller (EDITOR'S NOTE: SPELL CHECK DOESN'T LIKE BALLER?!?!? SEE SWARDSON QUOTE ABOVE!) if I do say so myself. First up was The Lindsay, who were celebrating the birthdays of members Gretchen and John. Man, this was my favorite Lindsay set in a boxful of grips. I have had my doubts about their new material in the past, but I think last night erased them. They're definitely louder and more rugged than the past, but their sound has been sharpened to a point, even when they slop around a bit. Which will happen on a birthday show. Watching Crow and "Dancing Suited Dude" shake and shimmy next to each other was funny.

Next up was the Guinea Worms. I really haven't focused on many Guinea Worms shows in my days, but this was another strong set for the evening. Will Foster has an intense stare and goofy/weird dance moves, which lead to some sweet, alternate universe stage presence. He also referenced the HOBOKEN CHICKEN EMERGENCY! I can never convince anyone of its existence, so Mr. Foster's efforts were greatly appreciated. (EDITOR'S NOTE: It turns out my childhood memories stem from a TV movie based on a children's book of some cult popularity, which is probably what Will was actually talking about. But the movie featured Dick Van Patten, Gabe Kaplan, and Peter FUCKING Billingsley, so that'll do JUST FINE!) Anyhoo, the rest of the band joined him in some surprisingly tight heavy rock jams. By the end of the set, the bass/drum sound was reminding me of "Bulls on Parade," which was really weird. Overall great stuff, though they threw out their "Free Pass To Sell $5-$6 of Merch To Andrew Patton Because We Mentioned the Hoboken Chicken Emergency" by not bringing any merch. Next time, fells!

Finally, headliners and pleasant Detroiters Tyvek came on to close the evening, and not a moment too soon, as they started at 1 AM and finished their sprawling, "no dudes, let's play some more songs" set around 1:50. It was a workmanlike effort, but it would have been better a bit earlier, which was not their fault. Anyway, I've recently been thinking about whether Tyvek works as the interracial "shitgaze" version of Cheap Trick. There's two nerdy-looking white guys, a cool-looking white guy, and two cool-looking black guys. OK, that sentence was kind of a joke, but kind of serious. The jams were plenty ramshackle, but still rocked pretty hard. I guess three guitars will help with that. The audience highlight of this set and the night (well, other than the running theme of Crow sticking his head in the woofer on the rockinest parts, ROFL) was "the human rock 'n roll spasm." This young lady apparently really liked Tyvek, and showed it by freaking the fuck out. Flailing arms, kicking/two-stepping legs, really weird one-shoulder dance (one shoulder moved forward and backward very haphazardly while the other one stayed relatively still), big hair head-roll (metal headbangin' style), and just general convulsions. Shit was ridiculous. I think I overheard her friends talking about escaping outside for a smoke because they couldn't stand to watch the carnage. I hope she controls herself to keep her friends, ROFL.

All said, a fine evening and hopefully a foretaste of the Rocktober to come. More writing ensuing!

LIVE.ON.STAGE.

2008-08-13T13:58:00.000-04:00

Whatevz

2008-07-15T17:51:00.004-04:00

Yeah, I've lost the inspiration to write here, so I think this blog is about done. Maybe a new blog soon, about one particular topic so completely nerdy that no one will care about it (oh, I have one in mind) (EDIT: IT ALREADY HAPPENED!!!). That way I won't worry about how dead the blog is. I know, my severe gaps in content killed it, not you. My problem.

You know the drill. If this little sliver of cyberspace is somehow important to you, holler back in the comments, or tell me in real life, or something. Of course, a few people did that in '06, and that didn't have much lasting effect on me, so this time probably doesn't matter either. Sorry. I won't ever delete this blog, so long as I have control over that, so that's not a worry. Dinner time, so I'll weep my way to Grandma's. Later on.

B(l)ogging Down

2008-07-09T13:33:00.005-04:00

TFD FTW!!! Anyhoo, what up? I hope you, my .435 of a reader, are having a great summer, or at least 43.5% of one. I'm doing pretty damn well, and definitely better than the home PC (little lunch break here). As previously chronicled, the amount of music stored on ol' Compy reached dangerously high levels in early June. The backup drive seems to be pretty solid so far, but the memory backup sync software (or my skills in using such software?) leaves something to be desired. So, it had previously backed up decent-sized files that I had since deleted. When it did not find those files on the computer, it decided to restore them! So, I came home one day to the message (to paraphrase), "You have 0 MB of memory left. Delete files now." @*$%&!!!!! So, I managed to get the computer back from that cliff and am now working on getting all the shitty or unlistened-to music off the computer and onto the hard drive (or recycle bin) EXCLUSIVELY. Compy is gradually getting less grumpy, so hopefully a large-scale purge will give me a sleek computing machine once again.

I am starting to have some ideas for new content, so begin holding your breath...now. You can stop holding it for those MP3 mixes I shiftily referred to last time.

We Are The Champions

2008-06-09T00:10:00.002-04:00

40069 items, 107:09:20:19 total time, 200.59 GB. Mission(s) accomplished (see below for help understanding). I think this is the current e-Mount Everest for my digital music collection (Though you know, if I got this computer a terabyte, I could add a fifth number to that time total...). For the sake of Compy's speed and general well-being, it's time to retreat from the peak. Also, for the record, the iTunes "Show Duplicates" function brings up 3069 tracks, so there's likely 1500+ songs that could be trimmed right there, random blogger's mixes be damned! But look out for some treats as I try to spread the wealth (well, mostly to Jason, but I'm sure you commoners will get some love too). Have a good week.

100 Days, 100 Nights

2008-05-28T23:05:00.005-04:00

What does this post title mean? Is it drawing your attention to more praise and adoration being poured upon Miss Sharon Jones (especially in light of the video above)? No. Is it a reference to the extremely long period in between posts here at Funky Daggers? No. I've been meaning to write a post with this title for a month or so now because I passed 100 days worth of music on the ol' iTunes. It's actually close to 105 now. Pretty disgusting, huh? I scooped a 500 GB backup drive for $90 a couple weeks ago, so I guess I should start moving the lesser music off the PC (or delete it????), but there's something mysteriously appealing about the gluttony of piling as many hours of music as possible into this thing. At least its backed-up now, in preparation for the pending explosion, so when I'm wiping the molten MP3 bits off my face, I can laugh, somewhat. I do have some other music library milestones coming up (200 gigs, 40K songs) soon, so maybe I'll steer the other direction after those. Ha!

Life Is Expensive (or just plain weird)

Saturday May 3rd was a big day for underground hip-hop shows in Columbus. Bottom Brick had a successful (from all first-person accounts I've heard) release party for The Groundbreaking (as reviewed by yours truly here), complete with appearances by Illogic and Blueprint. At Skully's, the My Best Friend's Party hipster dance party crew provided a show headlined by Time Machine (and it was free due to a cancellation from actual hipster rappers Plastic Little). (Andy and) I have wanted to see Time Machine for a long time, mostly because of the magic of "Night Lights." We were supposed to see them on tour with People Under The Stairs at the Grog Shop in 2006, but another bill shuffling (this time caused by a cancellation by the soon-to-be-more-famous Gym Class Heroes) put the boys on stage before we got to town. Here in 2008, the first weekend of May was a reunion of my old frat buddies here in town, so I was not there to welcome the boys in support of their new long-player, Life Is Expensive. Of course, Abele and I dipped from the bro gathering semi-early, so we talked of hitting the Bottom Brick show, but Abele passed out on the couch as soon as he finished his Big Buford. So I went to bed, and slept in pretty late. Throughout the next day, I found out two things:

1. My roommates saw Time Machine perform and said that it was great. Damn.
2. Abele thought he met my roommate's boyfriend as he met a fellow leaving our place Sunday morning. But Katie does not have a boyfriend! It was Jaysonic (white rapper from Time Machine and video above)! He spent the night at my house and I didn't even manage to meet him. Hilarious.

Well, pray for more blogging. And, as always, tell your friends and loved ones that you love and appreciate them while they're still here. RIP Camu Tao.

Classic shit

2008-04-09T18:19:00.000-04:00

Takin' it back! Dave, you won't miss the audio too much on this one. What's new, caribou? Spring has sprung, which is pretty dope. Warmth is always appreciated. Oh, and my home computer has no internet, ROFL. Guess I gotta make another 578-hour phone call to Bangalore (or is it Bucharest now?), whooppeeeee!

Claws of Paradise

Out-of-the-blue rock awakenings don't happen enough for me anymore, but I did receive one Saturday night at El Bobo. Brooklyn's Claws of Paradise, on tour with Guitar Bomb (they must have played first), stopped through to unleash a varied rock 'n roll onslaught. A fair portion of the tunes sounded like 1971-era Grand Funk Railroad with a kickin' horn section (tenor sax player, alto/bari sax (!!!) player, one of the singers also player trumpet)! As noted by doorguy extraordinaire Booziak, however, the music was also inflected with probably too many other reference points, like metal and punk, that were a bit much at points. However, overall it was a horny wonder and a good cap to a serious rock 'n roll weekend (Evil Queens and Detroit's Hard Lessons killed Ravari on Friday)!!!

Forthcoming

These Weightless trailers of late are pretty tight, and this album should be dope. Bleep bloop blop.

One Long Rick Roll

2008-03-28T18:07:00.002-04:00

I was hoping for Masheter to make more funny at my lack-of-bloggins' expense, but I couldn't stay away forever. And when I have great graphics (like the above) waiting to be GRASP'D, how could I? Let's see, other fun stuff we could talk about...

BEWARE OF THE CRYPTKEEPER

Yeah, Andy Samberg's funny or something, I too love the Beastie Boys, blah blah blah SWEET JESUS LOOK AT THAT OLD MAN!!! I'm sorry, I love me some Mike D (NO HOMO), but damn, I think Doris (Jay Sherman's makeup artist) set him up for the fall or something. Probably just outrageous because of how old he's making ME feel.

RECORD-BREAKING FEBROCKUARY (Febrock fer short)
Not nearly enough talk of FEATS OF ROCK these days. Let it be knownst that in February 2008, yours truly saw three different shows featuring musical artists that took place OUT OF STATE! For the record, that was:

Friday, Feb 1st: Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings at Headliners, Louisville, KY, with Chops
Saturday, Feb 16th: The Dirtbombs & Tyvek at the Magic Stick, Detroit, MI, with Adam, Lucas, Rolo, Brett, and Dann
Friday, Feb 29th: The Diplomats of Solid Sound w/JC Brooks & The Uptown Sound at Reggie's, Chicago, IL with Katie (my sister) and her peeps

Ha! Take that, Leap Year! It was a good month. Best of the 3? Hard to say, but probably the Sharon Jones jumpoff. This is primarily due to Cochemea Gastellum's mind-blowing bari sax performance of "It's A Shame," which was phantasmagorical.

Alright chumly, hope for a good April and have a good weekend! Maybe I'll write again before March leaves us!

Will Wonders Never Cease?

2008-02-26T23:01:00.004-05:00

New Hussein Fatal, "Pop Like Me," from a supposedly upcoming album, Born Legendary!!! Dave?

Such is my life...

2008-02-19T22:48:00.000-05:00

You know, ups, downs, some laughs. Funniest laugh recently being the COLOSSAL FAIL (rofl, it's that very derivative new new, peep game) that last week's "Grand Relaunch" has been so far. Staying in line with this blog's trends over the last 2-3 years (well, the parts where I was sorta trying), a proclamation was followed by...nothing. And of course, I don't have much for you now either. Want some empty promises? I meeean, I do have a...

JAM OF THE DAY

Kashal-Tee: "Blood, Sweat & Beers"

Ten year-old Swedish raps? Got 'em! This guy was an old HHI (RIP) superstar that seems to be slowly getting some more material out there. I enjoyed this tune back in college, and thought of it the other day. Of course, it was only on a couple compilation 12-inches, one of which is trying to fetch 80 euros (currently about $118 US) on discogs right now! Since I can't think of any song that I have $118 (plus shipping from Germany) -worth of love for, I turned the hunt in a different direction. After using last.fm to find the three people they know that have EVER listened to the song, the kind Australian I contacted pointed me to Down To Erf, where the track was on a comp for Christmas. Hallelujah! Download and enjoy!

Rallying cry

2008-02-13T18:00:00.000-05:00

From the god himself:

"Andrew's blog is a mystery. It's like it's too academic for people to muck up with comments or something. ANDREW PATTON IS A REGULAR JOE, PEOPLE. His blog feels real desolation and cries real tears as a result. And no, they are not the easy tears of love, but the fiery, bitter tears of neglect! We live in a country where Matthew McConaughey can star in one hit movie after another despite never displaying any kind of competence at his craft. A country where Chyna is still on television on a weekly basis. A country where Kanye West is winning Grammys and not Ghostface. So does it shock me that this same country would heap comments on less deserving blogs? No. But it does sadden me. Andrew Patton has something to say about music, and the way he appreciates it. In fact, for those who know him well, I'd be positively gobsmacked if one of you could say that he hasn't affected your appreciation of music in some way. I owe much to this man, including thirty-three dollars, but most of all, my ever-expanding understanding of, and love for, music."

Wow. All I can say is this:

War is on for you biting fools...er, I mean...I'm ready for war. Andy's kind words have reminded me that I have a mission here. It's motherfuckin' music time. Certain folks have wanted more of the third aspect of Beats, Rhymes, and Life around these parts, but fuck it. I want this to be a music blog, by Jove! So a music blog it is! Prepare for me to pound my superior tastes into your weak skulls! Shit, I mean, it is time to refocus my aim on the jams. Suggestions are always welcome, but at this point I'm planning on putting EFFORT into some almost-regular music-writin', both here and at Donewaiting. Cuz I'm DONE WAITING!

Also, I was told that a certain DW review of mine has been read by Rick Rubin. That is all.

Andy's new favorite magazine

2008-02-13T13:58:00.001-05:00

More at 11.

Another day, another Ghostface video

2008-02-06T17:42:00.000-05:00

Pointed out to me by The Smoking Section, cuz you know, TSS IS MAJOR!!! His smile in the beginning is priceless, especially after seeing the Ghost video below.

Damn. Anybody got any new hot topics?

God bless the internet!

2008-01-25T17:40:00.000-05:00

Hey Ghost, don't look at me. I copped both of those jawns (raprapraprap) in stores, so I'll be looking to pow-wow when you come through Bustown. ROFL at youtube.

So what's good? I dunno why the blog is struggling these days. It just seems to be difficult for me to focus on cranking shit out. Yeah, if I had a half hour (or even 15 mins) of every day reserved for blogging, it would probably help me to get all the random semi-blogworthy thoughts onto the digital page, but don't hold your breath on that plan. I'll just keep fighting the good fight to bring the jams to the blog.

That's What Friends Are For

A goodly portion of the readers here should know that I had my fourth (and final, as far as I'm concerned!) round of gum surgery on Tuesday. I've been sticking with soup, yogurt, and applesauce, but today at work Victor and I wanted to go out to lunch. So we went to "The Holler" (Chinese place with good lunch special; it was formerly $3.99, leading to the nickname "4 dollar holler;" it is now $4.29, leading to a lack of catchy new nickname options and causing us just to use the old one). Anyway, I usually get the General Tso's, but the chicken is crunchy and therefore bad for the healing mouth. Somehow I reasoned that the Sesame chicken would feature soft chicken so I ordered that. Unfortunately, I was wrong and the Sesame had the same chicken as the Tso's. So, I was about to brave it and hope for the best. But Victor, being the kind soul that he is, offered to trade me his "Lo Mein Medley" (a plate brimming with noodles and fried rice, nothing else) for my chicken! Huzzah! He is a nice guy, and it felt like we were back in the elementary school cafeteria. Thanks again, pal.

Stooping to the kind of personal stories like the one you just read is one of the billion factors keeping this blog from being the grand music information depository that I've always envisioned, but it probably keeps the most vocal reader of the blog happy, so WHY NOT?!? Have a good weekend!

Some hip-hop reading for your week

2008-01-13T20:49:00.000-05:00

Yo, I'm still working on some sweet new content for you, my beloved reader. I guess I've been pretty busy lately, or something. I apologize. In a weak attempt to keep your attention, here are some other folks writing about (and sharing some) hip-hop a great deal better than I can:

Fat Lace: "Underrated/Underhated #1." "Well, Meth, the astral plane doesn’t exist and the place where the bitches is at does, so Mannie wins that one." Pure hilarious genius. I think my life has improved greatly since these British dudes made their reappearance via the blogosphere.

From Da Bricks: "Pete Rock Dream Collaborations List." Dan Love of From Da Bricks and J. Ben Leonard of Floodwatch Music drop some serious knowledge on full-length album collaborations between 10 MCs and Pete Rock that never happened, and why they should have. Rap nerd wet dream-type shit.

Well, I will return soon with more, but these two articles have mystified me enough to believe that you will enjoy them too. Peaces.

Noooooo!!!

2008-01-04T01:24:00.000-05:00

Bad news, sports fans. Nate Dogg supposedly had a stroke. On my birthday. I'm sorry Nate Dogg, what did I do?

(P.S. My computer's back on the innernutz. ROFL.)

The End of Another Year!

2007-12-31T16:23:00.000-05:00

Yes indeed, 2008 is mere hours away. 2007 was a real mixed bag for me, so hopefully 2008 is an unabashed success. I'm sorry that things were slow on the posting front around here this year. Hopefully I can turn that around in 08, especially since I still need to compete with the Joneses. 173 is a helluva thing Andy, good job! Despite (and maybe because of) quietness here, I did manage to write up my favorite albums of 2007 for ol' DW here. I think it's a pretty good list, so hopefully others find some new (well, aging new) shit to listen to. That's all I got. Happy 2008! See you soon!

It's A Christmas Miracle!

2007-12-25T15:57:00.000-05:00

Look at all the cash you have saved by visiting this blog!

Merry Christmas! I have emerged victorious (unlike my Brownies) from my 28th birthday and a Yuletide illness to blog on Jesus' (and Rickey Henderson's) birthday! Well shit, Christmas dinner is being prepared and they need MY help! So, instead of being a greedy internetter, I better tend to Holiday Happiness at hand. Merry Christmas, the blog's not dead, see you soon!

Alright, Williams...

2007-12-12T18:10:00.000-05:00

Despite your FALSE claims that I hate Christmas and Jesus, we're still cool (well fuck, you commented on my blog, you're on the list of my two favorite people). I'm even mulling over your H(oliday)MM invite on my birthday eve. Let's face it, Bro Ho Ho (while fun) was not the same without you. So, I present a little trip down memory lane to about 10 years ago (jacked from a REAL "trip down memory lane" email forwarded by my dad, only useful thing to come out of his forwards ever), NOW WITH GRAPHICS!!!

I never remember what this actually was, just our two-man nickname from Mr. Fawcett. Ah, those were the days.

NOW FOR SERIOUS IMPORTANT BUSINESS
ROFL. What's up? Don't worry, despite my recent lack of DW writins, I am still producing a 2007 Best Of list (and other projects are in the works!). You can peruse the early-bird entries from my boss Rob Duffy here and from Population: Doug's own Doug Elliott here. I have no idea what records these gents are talking about, but I'm sure they're great.

Did somebody say JENT?!?

Ha. Anyhoo, it's another year where my year-end review is complicated by important-ish hip-hop releases (and no, Lupe, not gonna wait for yours, sorry). So I'm trying to make heads or tails of a bunch of records that I should have listened to months ago and hope to emerge at (OR BEFORE) the end of the year with a list I can stand behind. That'll be the day. Of course, my sturdy and reliable home internet access is currently neither, so that could complicate matters. It has also stopped me from a great deal of e-reading and downloading (I see you, RIAA!), so there's probably other good shit dropping right now that I do not have enough time to review. Best-of lists should be posted in March or something, nawmean?

RIP Ike Turner, 1931-2007

Full story here. It's sad that his (rightfully deserved) bad reputation will sully the public's view of his death, as he did give the world a bounty of groundbreaking music.

Sorry to end on a downer. Thanks for reading!

Friday Funtime!

2007-11-30T17:17:00.000-05:00

All this talk of counting blog posts reminds me that I at least need my November count up to a mighty 3 posts!!! So, here are two rap items worthy of your time:

J Dilla & Busta Rhymes!

Cleveland's own Mick Boogie has graced the internet with a free mixtape (in a long line of free mixtapes) of exclusive unreleased Busta Rhymes tracks over J Dilla beats! The downloading fervor has died down in the few days it's been out, so you should be able to visit mickboogie.com and check the jams. No, I haven't listened to it yet, but soon!

Snoop-Pain laying it down!

Mega-ROFL. This came on the real tube Wednesday night and Andy and I were NOT prepared!

Sorry this is short. If you're diggin this shit, let me know, huh? It's been quite quiet 'round these parts. Holler!

We Keeps It Hood!

2007-11-21T16:24:00.000-05:00

Yeah, so fuck DJ Khaled. Is he even a DJ? Not sure. Anyway, I'm sure you're pleased to see me back with the quickness. Not as quick as the recently e-revived Davekwon, who has already written 85 blogs this week and it's only Wednesday! Nor as quick as Andy, who is slaving away under not-so-ideal conditions. But you can't stop the bumrush, word to Len. My art show gig went well, props to Ashley (Brook) for her fine art and somehow making art into a party! Shouts also go to Ashley (Wassmuth) for leaving in style, hopefully we see her again soon. Thanksgiving is so close that I can almost taste it. Before that, however, there is the aforementioned 1-year anniversary of So What Wednesdays tonight at Bourbon Street, featuring a DJ set from J. Rawls and a rappin' set from The Catalyst, so that will be dopealope.

Mark Your Calendars!

As I have a FunkDefy! gig on Saturday night, the previously discussed Dirtbombs Thanksgiving Beachland show is a no-go. However, plans are in development for attending the release party for We Have You Surrounded, which will be held February 16th at the Magic Stick in Detroit. I have tentative yesses from Andy, Uncle Adam, and my cousin Nate, so let's do this!

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!

As you are well aware, "Little Duffel Bag Boy," while no "Hay," is a tremendous jam worthy of all urban airplay and your undying affection. However, it may have been topped by this, a cover/"NYC Version" by the mighty Joell Ortiz. I can't use this "Novel" dude singing the first verse an' shit, so the crooning is definitely better in the original, but Joell rips it apart (and those Playaz Circle dudes are not exactly lyrical miracles).

Black Kids - Wizard of Ahhhs EP

I don't know what it is about The Black Kids, but these Jacksonvillains have concocted (at least!) four great songs. I think I've overcome my addiction, but it's still day-to-day at this point. Awkwardly funny new wave jams that you could maybe dance to. If you go to their (still in development) website, you can download the whole thing for free, so hop to it!

As always, more to come! Happy Turkey!

Live From Fort Nightly

2007-11-14T07:52:00.000-05:00

...where I post like it's my job! Of course, with all the funk-fakin' that's been going on around here lately, I need to pay heed to the important findings of a new scientific study:

So, assuming my existence hasn't been nullified, life is good. I went to Chicago with the homie DJ Ginsu, which was fun. His mysterious gig turned out to be an Ohmega Watts show, so that was rather ballin'. I'm DJing an art show Saturday night, so that should be interesting (and worthy of your attendance). Someday soon I will manage to write some sweet shit for ye olde donewaiting.com, but you might not want to hold your breath.

It has come to my attention that I have been caught unawares by some gaps in my all-encompassing knowledge of the music bubble in which I choose to live. So, I present to you:

Evidence That My Radar Might Be Broken
(or that the boys in research are asleep at the wheel)

1. The Luchagors played the High Five Sunday night!

Yes indeed folks, the revelrous tone of last night's Broin' Down 6: BROvember Rain at Ruby Tuesday was blindsided by a wave of incredulity when a young Mr. Jackson revealed that he had received an inside scoop: Lita (of WWE fame) and her Luchagors were playing in Columbus.......two nights earlier. Weak. The weekly High Five update probably went right into my spam, or I will receive it today, or some other helpful occurrence. Whatever though, because ALL IS NOT LOST!!! The Luchagors will swing back through Ohio in early December and are playing lovely Heath, OH on Monday, December 4th! A 45-minute drive? The night after Hall & Oates? I'm down, ballers! What up?

2. There's a new Rustic Overtones album?!?!?

So yeah, the only worthwhile band that Maine ever issued forth (I'm kidding, though I have no real evidence to the contrary) decided to reunite and record a new album! WITHOUT TELLING ME!!! A week ago, however, when perusing the myspace of one of their offshoots, I found mention of the Rustic Overtones triumphant return and finally scooped Light At The End off of iTunes on Monday night. And you know what? After about 1.3 listens, it's rather durn good! A pretty anti-war song? Check. A reinterpretation of a previous Overtones jam? Check. Horns? Check. Yeah, this WILL (by gum!) see a proper review at your favorite local music writin' post, so keep an eye out! And you know, if you get a hankerin' for a New England road trip to catch some RO action, holla atcha boy!

Well, I guess neither of these items are real tragedies, so maybe the radar is just a little rusty. The boys in research aren't great mechanics, so some outside consultation is likely in order. Have a nice Wednesday and pray that I write more soon.

I HAVE AN ADDENDUM

(this would have been a new post but I can't just leapfrog over the salutations of the Rustic Overtones nation!) Around midnight tonight (Weds into Thurs) at So What Wednesdays, I was about to go home. Then I told Detox about hearing "Hay" by Crucial Conflict in a Chicago bar and he told me that he was getting more requests for it and that he would play it for me. So I stayed ALL NIGHT. To no avail. Blueprint was DJing up a blue streak and held court until the end of the night. So Detox got him to play "Little Duffle Bag Boy" as a substitute. Really? Andy knows I enjoy that song, but it is NOT "Hay!" Disappointment. Next week is the one year anniversary of So What Wednesdays, so if he doesn't play it then, there will be hell toupee! Gotdamn homie! My mind's playing tricks on me.