(NOTE: Don't worry, the week in rock was indeed reviewed. Please read this first, however, then return to reading below about rock you don't care about.)
FUCK THE ASTROS (PITCH TO BONDS)!!!!!
FUCK MICHAEL SCHUMACHER!!!!!
Christopher John Abele was once my roommate. Back in our college days, we shot the shit, him talking incessantly about auto racing and me talking incessantly about music. Then we went to Backyard Burger (R.I.P., in Wooster at least) or Hardees. Ah, those were the days. Now he lives in L.A. with his feet up, racing his go-kart and drinking Ravenswood wine. In the immortal words of Hepcat, "No worries, man, no worries." Must be nice. Of course, I think he still likes Jet, so I guess we can't all be perfect. So this post is dedicated to Chris Abele, because he won a contest on this here blog and because..."DAT'S MY ROOOOOMMMAAAAAAATE!!!!!"
Thursday, March 10, 2005
I don't have Bad Mattitude
Don't you wish you were here? Well, except for the wall of snow that remains in place, growing stronger brick by brick. Shit, hold on. That's better. What's up, peeps? I hope no one showed up at the Ravari Tuesday night, only to realize the distinct lack of my presence. Actually, if anyone reading this was there, what happened? Entertainment? I'm curious. I'm scheduled to make my triumphant Ravari return on Tuesday, April 5, so get ready. And CD101 Day sold out. Boo.
Your Mom!!!!!
Yes, the triumphant sounds of me requesting my favoritest Heroes of History song rang through the biker-filled expanse of Whiskey Dick's last night. The Heroes played a fine set of their hard rock magic, and just when we thought it was over, the boys in Mors Ontologica begged them for more. Of course, I seized the moment, and Pat ended up re-learning "Your Mom" to splendid results. Hopefully, once the album comes out, the guys will come through on a follow-up EP with softer stuff like that gem. Dave and I stayed for the first set of Mors, which was pretty snazzy too. I bought their vinyl-only (well, vinyl and download-only) album Don't Cry, which should be pretty sweet. Rocktastic.
Wow. On Sunday night, I went down to the Newport to see Matisyahu, the Hasidic Reggae superstar! As you can imagine, this was a pretty unique show. To quote his website, "With his long beard and black hat, this 24-yr-old lyricist, MC, and beatboxer is a singular performer, whose power, poetry, and skills combine the sounds of Bob Marley and Shlomo Carlebach, yet remaining wholly original." Crazy. His band kicked out reggae jams while he sang and chanted and rapped and beatboxed and all that. Sweet stuff. I'd say that the crowd was close to half-Jewish, with a large portion of the remainder being barely interested OSU kids who were there from some Community Fest. Though I can't identify with the religious beliefs, I could definitely feel the love in the room.
Friday night was cra-zayyyyy. Dubbed the "Pisces Crisis," this High Five shindig was a joint birthday party for Envelope, his DJ Amos Famous, and a bunch of other folks. It sold out and was supposedly the highest money-making show for the High Five ever, or under the current management, or something spectacular. First up was rapper Bru Lei (well, after the DJing of DJ True Skillz, with the funkiest crates this side of Poughkeepsie) with DJ Pos2 on the wheels. He tore shit up as usual, what can I say? Then Dove !nk label head Eyamme came on with his MC Davu from Pittsburgh. Good jazzy hip-hop, I was diggin' it. Then, in a much-discussed lineup decision, local punk 'n rollers Tree of Snakes commenced to kick ass for an extended period of time. I love those guys, so it was great for me, and I sang and moshed as best I could. Finally, Envelope and Jamos Famous killed it. The new jams sound pretty hot. Unfortunately, the album has been delayed by the boys' transition from local label Dove !nk to local label Weightless, but it should be out in the next few months. I'll start up another countdown as soon as I know what I'm counting to. Good shit indeed.
On Wednesday, Todd and I made it to Skully's for the CD101 VHS or Beta Low Dough show. It took forever to get started, but around 10:15, locals Manda & the Marbles began their set. It was my first time seeing them, and I wasn't too impressed. Their sound reminded me of Gwen Stefani singing for Cyndi Lauper's backup band on happy pills. OK, but boring fast. But Todd's fellow Louisvillains ("I mean, what do I call them? Guami Bears? Guambats? The Guamish?") eventually burst forth with those dancin new wave jams. They did finally have a guy playing keyboards, so I think I finally got to hear a song or two from Le Funk, but as those songs aren't super-distinctive, I'm not completely sure. Good times though. They're opening for Duran Duran when they come through the Bus, should be sweeet, haha.
"...And the power's out in the heart of man..."
Yes, I gave in today and bought Funeral by Arcade Fire off my cousin for $8.50 (it was brand new). And it's pretty sweet. Lots of strings 'n things, lots of emotion, and the occasional dose of rock. Those Canadians can do anything, can't they? Just like I can finally be cool in 2004......dammit.
Well, that's all for this post. There should be excitement this weekend, with lotsa old Scots wandering around. Catch ya on the flipside.
Your Mom!!!!!
Yes, the triumphant sounds of me requesting my favoritest Heroes of History song rang through the biker-filled expanse of Whiskey Dick's last night. The Heroes played a fine set of their hard rock magic, and just when we thought it was over, the boys in Mors Ontologica begged them for more. Of course, I seized the moment, and Pat ended up re-learning "Your Mom" to splendid results. Hopefully, once the album comes out, the guys will come through on a follow-up EP with softer stuff like that gem. Dave and I stayed for the first set of Mors, which was pretty snazzy too. I bought their vinyl-only (well, vinyl and download-only) album Don't Cry, which should be pretty sweet. Rocktastic.
Wow. On Sunday night, I went down to the Newport to see Matisyahu, the Hasidic Reggae superstar! As you can imagine, this was a pretty unique show. To quote his website, "With his long beard and black hat, this 24-yr-old lyricist, MC, and beatboxer is a singular performer, whose power, poetry, and skills combine the sounds of Bob Marley and Shlomo Carlebach, yet remaining wholly original." Crazy. His band kicked out reggae jams while he sang and chanted and rapped and beatboxed and all that. Sweet stuff. I'd say that the crowd was close to half-Jewish, with a large portion of the remainder being barely interested OSU kids who were there from some Community Fest. Though I can't identify with the religious beliefs, I could definitely feel the love in the room.
Friday night was cra-zayyyyy. Dubbed the "Pisces Crisis," this High Five shindig was a joint birthday party for Envelope, his DJ Amos Famous, and a bunch of other folks. It sold out and was supposedly the highest money-making show for the High Five ever, or under the current management, or something spectacular. First up was rapper Bru Lei (well, after the DJing of DJ True Skillz, with the funkiest crates this side of Poughkeepsie) with DJ Pos2 on the wheels. He tore shit up as usual, what can I say? Then Dove !nk label head Eyamme came on with his MC Davu from Pittsburgh. Good jazzy hip-hop, I was diggin' it. Then, in a much-discussed lineup decision, local punk 'n rollers Tree of Snakes commenced to kick ass for an extended period of time. I love those guys, so it was great for me, and I sang and moshed as best I could. Finally, Envelope and Jamos Famous killed it. The new jams sound pretty hot. Unfortunately, the album has been delayed by the boys' transition from local label Dove !nk to local label Weightless, but it should be out in the next few months. I'll start up another countdown as soon as I know what I'm counting to. Good shit indeed.
On Wednesday, Todd and I made it to Skully's for the CD101 VHS or Beta Low Dough show. It took forever to get started, but around 10:15, locals Manda & the Marbles began their set. It was my first time seeing them, and I wasn't too impressed. Their sound reminded me of Gwen Stefani singing for Cyndi Lauper's backup band on happy pills. OK, but boring fast. But Todd's fellow Louisvillains ("I mean, what do I call them? Guami Bears? Guambats? The Guamish?") eventually burst forth with those dancin new wave jams. They did finally have a guy playing keyboards, so I think I finally got to hear a song or two from Le Funk, but as those songs aren't super-distinctive, I'm not completely sure. Good times though. They're opening for Duran Duran when they come through the Bus, should be sweeet, haha.
"...And the power's out in the heart of man..."
Yes, I gave in today and bought Funeral by Arcade Fire off my cousin for $8.50 (it was brand new). And it's pretty sweet. Lots of strings 'n things, lots of emotion, and the occasional dose of rock. Those Canadians can do anything, can't they? Just like I can finally be cool in 2004......dammit.
Well, that's all for this post. There should be excitement this weekend, with lotsa old Scots wandering around. Catch ya on the flipside.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
ABORT!!! ABORT!!!
I just found out that I will NOT be DJing tonight. I guess Wookalar had butt surgery, and is taking the month of March off. I guess I'm first on the list for the month of April, so I will let you know what's up as soon as I know.
CANCELLED Tuesday, March 8th, Ravari Room, 10:30 - ??? CANCELLED
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
"Well, I guess I was hungry for stink..."
The lesson for the week is: Humor is about both funny material and audience. Just remember that. Anyhoo, I hope you had a good weekend. Chris Abele did indeed win the latest uncared-about trivia challenge, but his mighty reward of a post dedicated entirely to him is still in the works. I'll shoot for next week sometime. And I did find the best piece of vinyl ever on Saturday at Sour Records in Westerville...but you'll have to hit Ravari next week to find out what it is.
Blam!!!
The Octopus Project attacked the High Five again last night, and it was awesome. Yvonne's theremin playing is fucking tremendous. Lotsa jams, and instrument-switching, and hinting at Usher songs, and other blizznazz. I definitely recommend their instrumental-electronica-rock for all! Locals The Patsys came on before, and were OK. It was weird to have them on the bill, because they are a straight-ahead rock band, but whatever. First up was Soft Top Jeep, which was two skinny guys "singing" weird electro-rock songs about Melissa Etheridge having cancer and then butt-dancing to "Drop It Like It's Hot." Weird, but they (with a decent legion of friends in the audience) would have been a much better lead-in to the headliner than the Patsys. Oh well, good timez.
I saw/heard bits of Trapper John and Junior High Mustache on Saturday at Andyman's Treehouse and Postal Friday at Ravari, but not enough of any to warrant a report. Keep rockin', boys.
Thursday's show at Cafe Bourbon Street was pretty sweet. Wet Leather (Dayton) opened up with some good rockin stuff. Hard for me to describe right now, but they brought it, don't you worry. And it's always good to see a fellow College of Wooster grad bringin the rock, just like The Unpossibles or that other band. Then Enemy Love from Boston came on with some bombastic keyboard-punk or something that rocked the house. And the chick was kinda hot too. Davekwon showed up during their set, which was awesome. Unfortunately, I could not stay for Times New Viking, but I'm sure they were cool too.
Song of the Week
"Kitchen" - Sex Mob, Dime Grind Palace, Ropeadope Records, 2003
I got this album for a song at Sour Records on Saturday, and this jam just reached out and smacked me. Funkiest beat for a weird-jazz song ever! Great stuff.
Well, that's about all I got. Don't worry, Abele-love is just around the corner. So is VHS or Beta, who I'm seeing at Skully's tonight with Todd from work. Rawk! More rocking to happen this weekend, including Envelope's jam at the High Five on Friday and Matisyahu, The Hasidic Reggae Superstar, at the Newport on Sunday. See ya there!
Blam!!!
The Octopus Project attacked the High Five again last night, and it was awesome. Yvonne's theremin playing is fucking tremendous. Lotsa jams, and instrument-switching, and hinting at Usher songs, and other blizznazz. I definitely recommend their instrumental-electronica-rock for all! Locals The Patsys came on before, and were OK. It was weird to have them on the bill, because they are a straight-ahead rock band, but whatever. First up was Soft Top Jeep, which was two skinny guys "singing" weird electro-rock songs about Melissa Etheridge having cancer and then butt-dancing to "Drop It Like It's Hot." Weird, but they (with a decent legion of friends in the audience) would have been a much better lead-in to the headliner than the Patsys. Oh well, good timez.
I saw/heard bits of Trapper John and Junior High Mustache on Saturday at Andyman's Treehouse and Postal Friday at Ravari, but not enough of any to warrant a report. Keep rockin', boys.
Thursday's show at Cafe Bourbon Street was pretty sweet. Wet Leather (Dayton) opened up with some good rockin stuff. Hard for me to describe right now, but they brought it, don't you worry. And it's always good to see a fellow College of Wooster grad bringin the rock, just like The Unpossibles or that other band. Then Enemy Love from Boston came on with some bombastic keyboard-punk or something that rocked the house. And the chick was kinda hot too. Davekwon showed up during their set, which was awesome. Unfortunately, I could not stay for Times New Viking, but I'm sure they were cool too.
Song of the Week
"Kitchen" - Sex Mob, Dime Grind Palace, Ropeadope Records, 2003
I got this album for a song at Sour Records on Saturday, and this jam just reached out and smacked me. Funkiest beat for a weird-jazz song ever! Great stuff.
Well, that's about all I got. Don't worry, Abele-love is just around the corner. So is VHS or Beta, who I'm seeing at Skully's tonight with Todd from work. Rawk! More rocking to happen this weekend, including Envelope's jam at the High Five on Friday and Matisyahu, The Hasidic Reggae Superstar, at the Newport on Sunday. See ya there!
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Anutha Funky D Invazion!!!
My agent had some time to do some booking for me last night, so he got me another Ravari Room gig!!! I will be spinnin' vinyl gems again on Tuesday night, March 8th, starting around 10:30. It should be a good time as always, so come on out and reprazent! I think I'm proclaiming today "Spell Like Onyx In Their Heyday Day." It's already awesome.
Dropping like flies!!!
Reggie Roby, an awesome NFL punter from 1983 to 1999, died today of unknown causes. He was 43. You can read the story here. February is becoming a rough month, ya know?
A year ago, a friend of mine...
...scoffed at me for my desire to have a blog. It's been a year now (the first post was February 19, 2004), and he no longer cares one way or the other. Haha. Seriously though, this bloggin stuff ain't half bad. Thanks to all the people who have read so far, and love to the select few who have commented. It's not too late to join this elite circle (wink wink, nudge nudge). I'm no Grand Lord Nappius, who is constructing such a massive recap that he's allowing me to post mine first and pretend like I had a blog before he did, MWAHAHAHA!!! (I'm sure it'll be a doozy, Nappy!) I'm just gonna say thanks, and keep on rockin'. I suppose I could have used this opportunity to launch some new links and whatnot, but I guess that'll have to wait. However, to celebrate this occasion, I need to have a giveaway. The first person who can tell me the hip-hop group, whom were popular in the mid-80s, that I alluded to in the title of this little blurb wins...AN ENTIRE POST DEDICATED TO THEMSELVES, COURTESY OF ME!!! WHAT A PRIZE!!!!!
Breaking News
CD101 hyped a major concert announcement for yesterday afternoon, and I should have figured it would have been details for CD101 Day, the annual cheap shindig that CD101 throws to celebrate the 101st day of the year (though this year the jam's on the 99th day)! The headliner so far is The Black Keys, and the lineup also includes The Dresden Dolls, The Bravery, and Ash. April 9th at Promowest, 5 bones (damn near double that with Ticketshitter charges). Sorry, Medeski Martin & Wood, when you're competing by offering one band (I think) for $20, it ain't gonna happen.
Show of the Year?
Wow. On Saturday night, Andy and I went to Wooster, where we (eventually) met up with Dusty, Sanz, Danny, and Mikhail (I think), and we ventured to Cleveland to see the awesomeness that is Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings. Damn (it's hot)!!! That was my fifth Daptone Records (check em out here) show, and I think it was my favorite. It was the last night of their tour, and Sharon wasn't lying when she promised they would give everything they had left. Sharon was sweating her way out of her dress and the band was just kickin ass left and right! I was standing in the very front, against the stage, which was awesome. Near the beginning, she was singing to me with one arm around my shoulders! She was definitely right when she said I was scared. Near the end of the show, she had Dusty come on stage and dance with her, which was sweet too. There were four different audience members onstage during the show! Of course, the self-proclaimed "Hoochie Coochie Man" was the king of them all, singin to Sharon and dancin with his wife. They performed some of the old favorites, and alot of stuff from the recently-released Naturally, including the inexplicably funky cover of "This Land is Your Land." Wow, that was a great show. I see that they are listing a Toledo show on 4-20; what better way to celebrate Andy's favorite stoner convention? I mean seriously, I kinda wanna go.
Of course, other rock is not very memorable now. On Friday night, I went by myself to Cafe Bourbon Street for The Lost Sounds, with The Feelers and The Bravado. The Bravado opened; they were OK. I would describe them as a three-piece Bob Log III with more keyboard and greasy 80s, and less blues and rock. But not bad. Memphis' Lost Sounds played second, and kicked out some rockin' keyboard-punk-somethingorother. Freaky good time music. The Feelers closed out with a mildly rockin punk set, but I think I liked them better before at Bernies (who woulda thunk?), oh well. Good timez.
I did it myyyyyyy waaaaaaayyyyyyy
Last night I went with some folks to Restaurant Silla for some fine Korean food and ended up making my debut KARAOKE appearance! As I'm no musical wuss, here are the meaty selections that I sunk my teeth into:
"Suspicious Minds" (Elvis)
"Hey Ya" (duet w/Lee, longest "shake it" section of that song EVER) (Outkast)
"Hangin' Tough" (New Kids On The Block) (Fuckin' right!)
"Holy Diver" (Dio)
"Walk" (Pantera) (R.I.P.)
"We Are The Champions" (Queen)
Helluva time. I might have to start sangin' karaoke more often...
Man, I need my own computer, so I can work on these things more often. Oh well. Keep a lookout for the jams, which could be on and poppin this weekend. I wanna go to Cafe Bourbon St Thursday night for Enemy Love (Boston), Wet Leather (Dayton), and Times New Viking (here). I found out that Wet Leather includes a 2001 Wooster grad, so that would be interesting to see. Go Scots! The weekend is up for grabs. But I'm sure it'll be fun. Oh yeah, shit...
Song of the Week
"New Slang" - The Shins, Oh, Inverted World
Nothing's really jumping out at me today, so...I figured I'd be a lame white kid in 2005 and laud some more praise on the Shins. This song is awesome though. Imjussayinisall.
Dropping like flies!!!
Reggie Roby, an awesome NFL punter from 1983 to 1999, died today of unknown causes. He was 43. You can read the story here. February is becoming a rough month, ya know?
A year ago, a friend of mine...
...scoffed at me for my desire to have a blog. It's been a year now (the first post was February 19, 2004), and he no longer cares one way or the other. Haha. Seriously though, this bloggin stuff ain't half bad. Thanks to all the people who have read so far, and love to the select few who have commented. It's not too late to join this elite circle (wink wink, nudge nudge). I'm no Grand Lord Nappius, who is constructing such a massive recap that he's allowing me to post mine first and pretend like I had a blog before he did, MWAHAHAHA!!! (I'm sure it'll be a doozy, Nappy!) I'm just gonna say thanks, and keep on rockin'. I suppose I could have used this opportunity to launch some new links and whatnot, but I guess that'll have to wait. However, to celebrate this occasion, I need to have a giveaway. The first person who can tell me the hip-hop group, whom were popular in the mid-80s, that I alluded to in the title of this little blurb wins...AN ENTIRE POST DEDICATED TO THEMSELVES, COURTESY OF ME!!! WHAT A PRIZE!!!!!
Breaking News
CD101 hyped a major concert announcement for yesterday afternoon, and I should have figured it would have been details for CD101 Day, the annual cheap shindig that CD101 throws to celebrate the 101st day of the year (though this year the jam's on the 99th day)! The headliner so far is The Black Keys, and the lineup also includes The Dresden Dolls, The Bravery, and Ash. April 9th at Promowest, 5 bones (damn near double that with Ticketshitter charges). Sorry, Medeski Martin & Wood, when you're competing by offering one band (I think) for $20, it ain't gonna happen.
Show of the Year?
Wow. On Saturday night, Andy and I went to Wooster, where we (eventually) met up with Dusty, Sanz, Danny, and Mikhail (I think), and we ventured to Cleveland to see the awesomeness that is Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings. Damn (it's hot)!!! That was my fifth Daptone Records (check em out here) show, and I think it was my favorite. It was the last night of their tour, and Sharon wasn't lying when she promised they would give everything they had left. Sharon was sweating her way out of her dress and the band was just kickin ass left and right! I was standing in the very front, against the stage, which was awesome. Near the beginning, she was singing to me with one arm around my shoulders! She was definitely right when she said I was scared. Near the end of the show, she had Dusty come on stage and dance with her, which was sweet too. There were four different audience members onstage during the show! Of course, the self-proclaimed "Hoochie Coochie Man" was the king of them all, singin to Sharon and dancin with his wife. They performed some of the old favorites, and alot of stuff from the recently-released Naturally, including the inexplicably funky cover of "This Land is Your Land." Wow, that was a great show. I see that they are listing a Toledo show on 4-20; what better way to celebrate Andy's favorite stoner convention? I mean seriously, I kinda wanna go.
Of course, other rock is not very memorable now. On Friday night, I went by myself to Cafe Bourbon Street for The Lost Sounds, with The Feelers and The Bravado. The Bravado opened; they were OK. I would describe them as a three-piece Bob Log III with more keyboard and greasy 80s, and less blues and rock. But not bad. Memphis' Lost Sounds played second, and kicked out some rockin' keyboard-punk-somethingorother. Freaky good time music. The Feelers closed out with a mildly rockin punk set, but I think I liked them better before at Bernies (who woulda thunk?), oh well. Good timez.
I did it myyyyyyy waaaaaaayyyyyyy
Last night I went with some folks to Restaurant Silla for some fine Korean food and ended up making my debut KARAOKE appearance! As I'm no musical wuss, here are the meaty selections that I sunk my teeth into:
"Suspicious Minds" (Elvis)
"Hey Ya" (duet w/Lee, longest "shake it" section of that song EVER) (Outkast)
"Hangin' Tough" (New Kids On The Block) (Fuckin' right!)
"Holy Diver" (Dio)
"Walk" (Pantera) (R.I.P.)
"We Are The Champions" (Queen)
Helluva time. I might have to start sangin' karaoke more often...
Man, I need my own computer, so I can work on these things more often. Oh well. Keep a lookout for the jams, which could be on and poppin this weekend. I wanna go to Cafe Bourbon St Thursday night for Enemy Love (Boston), Wet Leather (Dayton), and Times New Viking (here). I found out that Wet Leather includes a 2001 Wooster grad, so that would be interesting to see. Go Scots! The weekend is up for grabs. But I'm sure it'll be fun. Oh yeah, shit...
Song of the Week
"New Slang" - The Shins, Oh, Inverted World
Nothing's really jumping out at me today, so...I figured I'd be a lame white kid in 2005 and laud some more praise on the Shins. This song is awesome though. Imjussayinisall.
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