Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Field Day: Winter Games 2007


So this weekend I will be heading up to Beaver Creek to Jax's condo with an eclectic crew to partake in the Winter Games sponsored by the Colorado DG Society. The event begins in the morning with traditional Field Day games like tug-of-war, 3-legged races, the car game, etc., then continues on into the evening with indoor games such as: Taboo, Scattergories, and Pictionary, then finishes up with some more "adult" games that involve boozing. The day will be rounded out with a group reconciliation (after a competitive day) in the form of a trip to the hot tub.

The rules of the gaming commission state that athletic attire is mandatory, and more specifically
"Athletic Attire is defined as: Clothing which will not only help you preform but will also distinguish you amongst your fellow competitors. It must warm enough to keep the rest of us from suffering through your complaining. Please note that most events include rolling around in the snow. It must also be colorful and creative."
Lack of compliance with this rule lands the participant in the beer tent.

Some key favorites for events include:
- Cortney and Jackie on either team for tug-of-war...These former CU track athletes boast some great weight training in addition to their sheer natural strength allowing them to anchor their teams
- Mikey and Matt (if he decides to show up) in the three-legged race...their approximately equal height and long legs make them a shoe-in for medal contenders
- Caitie in the hula hoop. She can move her body like an ampersand, and her command of the hula rhythm place her as a top contender
- Vanessa or Jackie with Oz in Taboo...best friends past and present are bound to dominate.
- Korrine in the egg walk...I'm betting she's more coordinated than most of us when it comes to walking


Stay tuned to hear about the exciting results and the pictures we deem appropriate for posting...

Pounds

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

All Mixed Up

"The making of a great compilation tape like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick it off with a killer to grab attention. Then you gotta take it up a notch but you don't want to blow your wad. So then you gotta cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules. "
--High Fidelity


A couple things:
Yes, I am reading this book. AGAIN. It's just unequivocally perfect at depicting the life of the brooding audiophile. Genius...

Yes, I believe that I am the master of the mixed tape (er…CD…whatever). I was born to soundtrack things. And thus, I have created a new conglomeration of perfectly chosen tracks of musical wonder, just in time to prep Jax and Caitie for our road trip. Because I know you are shaking with anticipation, I have taken some time out (of work) to detail the track list below, complete with tidbits, anecdotes, and other small thoughts about each song. It wouldn’t be Oz if a story wasn’t attached to everything now would it?

Without further ado, I present to you “What’s the Worst That Could Happen?” (selections made from a larger playlist of the same title, which itself was stolen from a mixed CD of David’s)…

Track #1: The Apples in Stereo “Energy”
These Denver semi-natives brought us all a wonderful power pop album last year chock full of sunshine and lollipops, and this track never fails to leave me smiling. This fall I was doing a sixteen miler, and just as I was about to stop because my legs felt like they were going to fall off, all of a sudden Robert Schneider is telling me that “The wooooooorld is made of energy, and the woooooooorld is eeee-lec-tricity…” How could I not keep running?

Track #2: My Morning Jacket “Golden”
When watching a bunch of homemade Bonnaroo videos on youtube a year or so ago, I stumbled upon a slideshow set to this tune. I had heard the song hundreds of times before, but the magnanimous combination of my nostalgia for Bonnaroo, my obsession with soundtracking recent and pending experiences, and Jim James’s voice overwhelmed me, and I can’t stop listening to this song. It’s ideal for a road trip….the way time “just slips away.” p.s. I was at this Red Rocks show!

Track #3: Isley Brothers “Love the One You’re With”
This song could get anyone singing, provided they know a few of the words. It’s got the doo-wop vocals but the 70s funk. Might as well love the one(s) you’re with right? Well good thing I’ll be with Caitie and Jackie…

Track #4: Bop Skizzum “Down Low”
I’m testing out one of my roommates’ theories with this song. One of my favorite Skizzum songs, the vocals and the horns carry it.

Track #5: Matt Costa “Sunshine”
This year at Bonnaroo, Matt and I had some very friendly but interesting neighbors. The craziest of whom was a guy in his mid 20s from New York named Justin. A veteran who served in Afghanistan and drunkenly rambled on about an artist named Bens Fold, Justin came to Bonnaroo with some friends, and really only wanted to see Tool among a few other bands. He spent the rest of the time hanging out at their rental mini-van drinking Miller Light and tequila. Matt and I came back after the White Stripes on the final night to find Justin drunk and wearing a blue paisley skirt that he had bought for a “lady friend” but decided to keep himself. Anyway, every morning at about 7, Justin would crank up the stereo in their minivan and play this song four times in a row, or until his friends turned it off. Every time I hear it, I can’t help but picture Justin dancing in his skirt.

Track #6: Arcade Fire “Rebellion (Lies)”
Few things…if you haven’t seen Arcade Fire live, what are you waiting for? Seek out one of their shows and spend whatever you have to in order to get there. Their set at Coachella in 2005 was pure magic, and the performance of this song made an appearance in my autobiography for Fred’s class. If you want to approximate it, check out the Coachella DVD. Then I saw them at Red Rocks about a month ago. Genius. The ENERGY this nine-piecer had onstage is unreal. Oh the memories…

Track #7: Flobots “Happy Together”
You can listen to it on purevolume, and you damn well better see it performed live. In person. Not on youtube. One of the main reasons I had for turning the playlist of the same name into a condensed mix was to have this song on a CD.

Track#8: Roxette “She’s Got the Look”
Thanks to E, I am totally hooked. I love rocking out to this song, and I just picture two-drink Erin doing her dance and saying "You think the song is over don’t you?”during the bridge. One of the best karaoke performances Boulder has ever seen featured E singing lead with TBS, Jax, and me singing backup. Na na na na na…..

Track #9: CCR “Lookin’ Out My Back Door”
What is the worst that could possibly happen while listening to some Fogerty? Enough said.

Track #10: Donovan “Mellow Yellow”
I’ve been listening to a lot of Donovan lately, so I threw this song on there. Partly because I acquired some more of his material from Matt. Part of it has to do with his appearance throughout D.A. Pennebaker’s Don’t Look Back which I recently watched. Part of it is because saffron was the answer to a trivia question at Old Chicago this summer. This song just fits.

Track #11: Lupe Fiasco “I Gotcha”
Every time I hear this song I end up listening to the first few beats over and over and over. The keyed intro is just so fantastic. Just wait till Jax busts some car dances out to this song. It will be incandiferous to say the least.

Track #12: Flaming Lips “Do You Realize?”
A recent Twist & Shout purchase was the new live DVD UFOs at the Zoo, and watching it triggered Bonnaroo memories. Yet another live band that no one should ever pass up, Wayne Coyne is just fantastic. This song has been on my mind ever since Beck covered it at Bonnaroo 2006. It’s ideal listening for time spent in the car with two amazing ladies.

Track #13: The Hold Steady "Stuck Between Stations"
I think I have stumbled upon a theme here. Eleven of the eighteen songs on this mix are by artists that I have seen in the last 5 months. Turns out live shows really do impress themselves upon me. Saw the Hold Steady at Bonnaroo on the drunk day. Yes the drunk day which features Matt almost losing everything I brought with me, me making friends with fellow fans, both of us shaking the fist of rage at a lady in the comedy tent, and cheese fries. Yeah, Boze, those cheese fries. Yum.

Track #14: Cold War Kids “Tell Me in the Morning”
I can’t stop listening to this album, and they are pretty tasty live despite my auditory problems at the Casbah performance in February. All the songs have been “thumbs up-ed” on my Pandora station entitled Radio Cold Ward Jacket Kids.

Track #15: White Stripes “We Are Going to Be Friends”
Another song off of “Let the Music Play: A Soundtrack,” the 34 page autobiography I struggled to crank out for Fred. In this chapter, I describe my nerdy love of school and what not growing up in Denver.

Track #16: Decemberists “Sons and Daughters”
The song talks about cinnamon. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. The song talks about cinnamon. What more could I want?

Track #17: Daft Punk “One More Time”
Another one of the top live shows I’ve ever been to in my life. Red Rocks? Coachella? and this song just screams “DANCE! PLEASE?!” Maybe not ideal for the upcoming car dances, but still a rollicking good time.

Track #18: Scissor Sisters “I Don’t Feel Like Dancing”
I have been missing me some USD XC van dancin’. Seeing pictures posted of this year’s team rocking out in the vans while they destroy Coach’s eadrums does make me ache for the days of “More Bounce in CA,” “Only,” and “Float On.” This choice was a 2006 favorite of those lady Torero harriers.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Flobottery at its finest...

Another wonderful LockerPartners production...


As many of you know, I have been touting the power of this band ad nauseum to anyone who will listen. I have brought a number of different friends who enjoy all kinds of music to a number of different shows, and I haven't heard one negative response. If I drone on and on about them, it is because I truly believe in the power of their message and their music. I have never wanted a band to succeed like I want Flobots to.

The music industry needs a band that cares like this. This country needs to embrace a band bent on change and creating dialogues. They have their own ideas about where they want society to go, and they pursue them through music and activism, but the real power is their dedication to creating relavent dialogue. They don't propagandize, they encourage discussion and awareness.


So for those of you who have not trusted me about their live experience, take 6 minutes and watch this video. If your interest isn't at least a little bit piqued, I wonder how you and I know each other.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

More Flobots...

Since CMB doesn't post articles online...

Text is posted below for those too lazy to click on thumbnails.






Denver Presents…Flobots
The seven piece band you have to see to believe…

Unsuspecting fans of all ages pour into Red Rocks to catch the last of three nights of performances by Denver power Pop locals The Fray. The gales have calmed, and the sputtering rain has moved east in a here-comes-the-sun moment. Some make stops at the merch booth to purchase memorabilia, and those who do largely disregard the brightly colored flyers that adorn the tables. Something about a CD release… Some band called Flobots.

The clock strikes 7:30, and the audience is called to rapt attention by a funky guitar as the seven members of Flobots literally jump right into their first song, the dance-worthy “No W.” The band’s set unfolds as a myriad of quickly spit socially conscious rhymes, soul-tugging melancholic viola (don’t you dare call it a violin), grooving rhythms, and brassy trumpeting. All around the venue, teenagers and parents, post-collegiates, and professionals start to abandon their stone seats in order to get down and, well, shake their booties (if you will).

The thirty-minute time slot gives the Flobots just enough time to pique the interests of the crowd, and for over an hour following the set, the septet is bombarded by new fans asking for pictures and autographs. Shocked at the immediate accessibility and overwhelming friendliness of the band members, these new fans express their own incredulity at the talent and energy of the group – and most praise the band for their political and social message. One middle-aged man, however, approaches guitarist Andy Guerrero, shakes his hand, and says, “You’ve got great beats, but your politics are messed up.” Polarizing though they may be, Flobots lyrics have a way of wiggling their way under your skin.

The musical collective known as Flobots came together in early 2005, and they have since taken the Denver music scene by storm. Violist Mackenzie Roberts met lyricist Jamie Laurie (a.k.a. Jonny 5), while registering people to vote at a show featuring Funk favorite Bop Skizzum with Guerrero on guitar and lead vocals. Jonny 5 had been working with fellow Hip Hop artist Brer Rabbit (Stephen Bracket) in an early Flobots manifestation, and it wasn’t long before Roberts and Guerrero both joined the band. They quickly recruited former Funktion bass player Jesse Walker and Skizzum trumpet player Joe Ferrone. A year later, Denver drummer extraordinaire Kenny Ortiz joined forces with the rest of the group to create the Flobots as we know them today.

The band wasted no time booking shows and releasing their first EP Flobots Present… Platypus, which sold consistently well at shows and local record shops like Twist & Shout. Over the past two-and-a-half years, Flobots have generated a buzz spanning multiple states and a fan base that transcends genre, gender, race, and age. Their live show has taken on a life of its own: pure energy resonates between the band and the audience. They are at home sharing a stage with jam bands and indie Rock hipsters, rappers and Reggae groups. So what is it about this eclectic group that wins over so many fans from every walk of life?

“It’s really simple: we’re ‘progressive indie Hip Hop fusion,’” jokes Jonny 5 as he attempts to classify the band. “We have settled on ‘progressive Hip Hop’ because of the double meaning of ‘progressive,’” he goes on. “We’ll accept both the musical meaning and the social/political meaning.” At the same time, each band member brings in such disparate musical influences that any fan would be hard-pressed to associate Flobots with any specific genre or particular musical stimulus. Individual instruments even alter genre classifications from song to song. That is to say: the viola of “Handlebars” is not that of “The Rhythm Method (Move!).”

Brer Rabbit explains, “We’ve stumbled upon a sound. No, that’s not correct – we have worked really hard to get our synergy together, and we now have a sound.” Nowhere is this more apparent than on the group’s first full-length album Fight With Tools– to be released on Friday, September 21st at the Gothic Theatre in Englewood. “This record is very specific to the people that are on this record,” adds Walker. “If you removed any single person and replaced them with someone else, you would get something entirely different.”

Taken from a World War II era propaganda poster encouraging skilled laborers to help build weapons, Fight With Tools is a twelve-track concept album that deals with pressing social and political issues in contemporary American society and around the world. The album begs the question: if not weapons, what are the tools we must fight with? Brer Rabbit reflects, “The old tools aren’t working. What are the ones that will work? What are the ones we already have?”

The airtight music of Fight With Tools soars on more complete production than the band had on the Platypus EP. The band attributes its superior synchronization to more time spent together, including band “retreats.” Walker notes, “There is a definite correlation between our personal relationships and the power of the music,” as well as the fact that they are “more hypercritical of [themselves] than most bands.” This perfectionism shines through the flawless delivery of musically and lyrically difficult songs.

Fight With Tools opens with “There’s A War Going On For Your Mind,” a spoken word poem backed by tragic sighing viola and anticipatory marching percussion, which then quickly dives into the frenetic chaos of “Mayday!!!” The album takes the listener on a reversely entropic journey toward social progress through activism and awareness, closing with the optimistic “We Are Winning” and anthemic “Rise,” an encouraging tribute to communal action. Roberts says, “When we started writing the album, there was a sort of storyline that we wanted to follow. It was the progress of how we get from point A to point B.”

Songs like “Same Thing” are ripe with political awareness (what other musicians are talking about Leonard Peltier?) and blatantly state the band’s position on particular issues. Current live favorite “Stand Up” finds a place on the album and questions the current U.S. administration’s response to national disasters like Hurricane Katrina and “9/11,” as well as other governmental decisions. In this vein, Jonny 5 decided from the beginning that “music could be just as effective means of social change as… community organizations or working for a non-profit organization.”

Now, we have all heard popular musicians shoot their mouths off about particular issues, but very few actually put their actions where their mouths are. Flobots aim to bring the social consciousness of their music into a third dimension. Not only do they rap and sing about critical problems, they are unique in that they have concrete plans to create a community organization that will engage themselves – and fans – as volunteers. Brer Rabbit notes, “There are lots of things we can say theoretically about wanting to activate a population, but we are actually trying to create a real plan to allow people to be a positive force in the community.” The volunteers, or street team members, will receive various types of training so they might be qualified to work in different areas of the Flobots organization. Brer Rabbit continues, “It is one thing to be as big as Rage Against the Machine and have a big group of listeners that don’t do anything. We want our street team to be people who are actually armed with the training to help the community.”

Already, members of Flobots are in service locally as youth program coordinators and teachers working with kids and developmentally disabled adults. As a band, they are currently associated with a number of organizations in the Denver Metropolitan area, including Veterans for Hope and the United Artist Coalition for Kids, as well as the Denver Children’s Home, where they work with residential and day treatment youth who have experienced trauma. They hope that this list will continue to grow as more fans choose to get involved.

Flobots’ dedication to community is entwined with their appreciation for their fans. They throw their energy into engaging fans because of their commitment to creating a stronger community. According to Brer Rabbit, “Activism is not just about sitting around and getting angry – that’s hollow. Any activism that is worth the struggle in the community is also a celebration of all the different stages of mankind at once… to have that component is actually something that brings us together. That’s what we are going to use as our platform to try to change this world.”

What about those who disagree like the pleased-yet-disgruntled man at Red Rocks? Roberts says, “I’m glad that that happened. Even though he didn’t agree with what we were saying, he still heard what we said.” To join the Flobots’ revolution, check them out online, and make sure to buy your tickets in advance for the CD release show on September 21st – because with all this talent, space will surely run out fast.

Flobots.com

Monday, August 13, 2007

I like my man in.......makeup? Guyliner takes the main stage.

An old article I thought I would share with the masses....er....handfuls.

Courtesy of the Vista (November 9, 2006)


It seems like everywhere you look these days, male rockers are adding a little flair to their style. They travel with makeup kits and artfully apply their eyeliner before shows, photo shoots and TV appearances. Did I say eyeliner? I’m sorry, I meant guyliner—the new socially acceptable pop- culture term for the trend that seems to be taking over the music scenes.

In the wake of the metrosexual’s entrance into society, it’s become increasingly tolerable for men to don more makeup than their female counterparts. Bands like the Killers and 30 Seconds to Mars have stepped into the spotlight and spread this image to the mass public. Looking back, men in makeup has always had a place in rock and roll.

Most notably, kings of rock Elvis Presley and Little Richard commonly wore eyeliner to enhance their physical appearance at concerts in much the same way that most actors wear stage makeup. Two decades later, a variety of artists took the makeup persona to two drastically different levels.

Stadium rock bands like Kiss and glam rock artists like the New York Dolls and David Bowie used makeup to paint themselves as larger than life. Makeup became an integral part of their images and worked to distance them from their audience. Conversely, punk and goth acts like Alice Cooper, the Cure and Bauhaus used heavy dark eyeliner to not only set themselves apart from other musicians, but more basically, to scare people. If a guy walked down the street dressed in all black with spiked or mussed hair (á la Robert Smith) he could expect to meet stares of terror from kids and looks of disapproval from parents.

However, in today’s music scene, guyliner has reemerged as the new couture in the vein of the overdone glam rock of the late 70s and early 80s.

While some bands like nu-metal kings Slipknot maintain the fear-mongering image with makeup and masks, most emo artists today have used makeup to create a new image for themselves.

Bands like Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance don guyliner in what appears to be a reflection of their music—an outward display of their inner melancholia if you will—but they have missed the mark of symbolic and landed right on androgyny.

The most egregious offender however? Pop-punk fashionistas Panic! at the Disco have taken cheesy makeup to astronomical levels in the interest of defining themselves, which only brings them more ridicule from punk purists than their music already does.

So, the question remains, will this trend extend further into the public consciousness and have boys fixing their guyliner between classes, or will this fade into fashion obscurity along with scrunchies?

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Opportunists and the pretty lights

I am wondering how a person can be content with her life if she hasn't seen Daft Punk and their amazing robot-tastic concert?

Last night I took the familiar roads through Morrison to most epic Red Rocks Amphitheater looking for a sequel to Daft Punk's 2006 Coachella return show, and (in the words of John James) YEEEEE-BOY-HOWDY!

After passing Nick Coffey selling glow sticks on my way up to the south entrance, I could make out "Gotta Get Myself Into It," and knew that I needed to book it to catch as much of the Rapture as possible. I wiggled my way through the crowd, and ended up right next to the sound board (yay for optimal auditory positioning). The NY boys rocked from start to finish, and I didn't even mind dancing alone. (My neighbors were more of the stand and watch type).

As DJ'ers Sebastian and Kavinsky took the spotlight--but not the stage--perched behind the soundboard, I began to realize that I was the most sober person around (minus the fourteen-year-olds behind me). Not only had I not had any New Belgium products, but I was also someone those DARE moms would be bragging about. All around me were the scents and sights of ever-ubiquitous pot, and furtive circles would break up as attendees swallowed their favorite pills. WHile those two tremendously gifted spinners provided blissfully rhythmic tunes, techies worked furiously onstage behind a curtain to assemble the pyramid.

S & K finished up with a rousing remix of "Testify" by RATM, and then there could be no question that not one person in the audience was fully prepared for the awesomeness of Daft Punk at Red Rocks.

Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo and Thomas Bangalter entered the stage, climbed up to their perches in the pyramid, and let loose. They covered all the basics, opening with "Robot Rock," and transitioning into "Technologic," "Around the World," "Harder Better Faster Stronger," and other favorites. The lighting production only got more intense (intensely aweseome that is) as the show progressed, and if anyone deserves an award for truly amazing use of technology in music...look no further than lighting production engineer _________ (couldn't find his name).

I knew that the five minute blip of "One More Time" played a few songs in couldn't be all of that song, and Guy-Manuel & Thomas reemerged with their robot suits a-glowin' and finished up with "Primetime of Your Life," "Human After All," and "One More Time." All in all, this set ties with Coachella...it wins out on a few levels:
1) I wasn't as exhausted and thus able to dance the entire set away
2) Any show at Red Rocks automatically wins for setting
3) I was not as sweaty.

However, Coachella was their first live show in 9 years, and it's Coachella.


Stay tuned kids for Nights #2, #3, and #4 from Red Rocks this week featuring Modest Mouse, Ryan Adams, Flobots, and The Fray.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

You know me so well...

I love Pandora. Love it love it love it.

I love Pandora more than Buster loves Mother.

One of my favorite parts is the feature where I can ask the almost omniscient "Music Genome" gods why they played a certain song. So today, for A Northern Chorus's "The Shepherd and the Chauffer" I got:

Based on what you've told us so far, we're playing this track because it features a twelve-eight time signature, major key tonality, a breathy male lead vocalist, triple note feel and many other similarities identified in the music genome project.


"Breathy male lead vocalist." Yep, uh-huh, right right right. I should have seen that one coming after adding artists like Rocky Votolato, Damien Jurado, Elliott Smith, Nick Drake, etc. to the list. We all know I'm a sucker for guys who can kind of sing in that weird soulful (not like soul music soulful) way where you know they really mean it. I've just never thought to put it like that.

So now when people ask what music I like I'm going to start out with quotes from Pandora..."I enjoy most music that's in a twelve-eight time signature."

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Oh and on a redder note...

"I couldn't remember if you liked the white or the red, so I got you both."

Yes Dave, you did buy me both, and it only cost you $4.

Yay 2-Buck Chuck

Net Radio

Since Pandora has become such an integral part of my work day, I think it's important to note that Congress sat up and took notice of support for this new means of absorbing music...

from savenetradio.org

Congress and SoundExchange have heard loud and clear the amazing outpouring of support for Internet radio from webcasters, listeners and the thousands of artists they support. A commitment has been made to negotiate reasonable royalties, recognizing the industry’s long-term value and its still-developing revenue potential.

During negotiations SoundExchange committed temporarily not to enforce the new royalty rates so webcasters can stay online as new rates are agreed upon.

This development is due in great part to the millions of people who have let their Congressional representatives know about their support of Internet radio. Over 125 representatives have cosponsored the bill to this point.



I wrote a bit of a disgruntled e-mail to some of the CO reps and sens, and hopefully it was one of the thousands that was actually read among the millions sent.

So go listen to Pandora and be thankful that it fills your life with wonderful music at no cost to you.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

$19.43 a week richer

This was written, then the Madre's internet shat all over it, and it was lost...



Although I am extremely pleased with life back in the great state of Colorado, I have to admit that there are a few things that I miss about "America's Finest City." And most of those things are eateries/restaurants. (Well people too I suppose). You see it's not that I don't like to cook; I do, but for four years at school, many other things took precedence like practice, all-night talks with Kendra, rocking out in my room, hanging out with Eugene, etc. So here's a tribute to the fine places that kept me well fed.

1. The Caf: There's nothing like having a meal plan as a senior. I remember looking around the place as I set my tray down and realizing that I only knew a few of the patrons. There were very few of us who stayed loyal to the all-you-can eat wonder of the Caf for four straight years, but we happy few enjoyed the beauty of chicken finger night, Sunday Sundaes, tater barrels (not tots), and POG (old orange, middle pink, new orange). We ceaselessly hoped to get the "Deez Nuts" tray and the forks shaped like forks. We prayed for a shortage of mushrooms and an abundance of salutations from Oscar ("I'm hookin it up. I'm hookin it up."). The nights spent there with the team after practice allowed me to start my homework hours too late. Also, without the caf, we might not have recalled some of the best details of nights spent at Trey's apartment or in 1653A.

2. JV's: By the time second semester rolled around senior year, I was eating here three or four times a week...healthy. USD freshmen are routinely indoctrinated in the belief that if you want a great burrito, particularly after a rollicking good time at the beach around 2am, you head down Morena to Santana's. However, more and more students are joining the countercultural burrito revolution. Squeezed in between some bushes and a donut shop sits the home to the best burritos this side of TJ. As time went on, I began to see more and more hoodie clad USDers stroll in below the "5 Rolled Tacos" sign and take part in the delicious party. Kendra and I spent Sunday nights (and many others) at JV's with our vegetarian burritos and our cinnamon chips. It was at JV's in fact that we learned from the local news that the dean of our school of business had been caught in a coke deal. Awesome.

3. Le's: Just up Linda Vista is the key to great Vietnamese/Chinese/Thai food. Le's shares a building with YumYum Donuts in the Vien Dong parking lot, and despite the relatively slow service, it kept me nice and stuffed when I adventured with Kate to discuss books and culture and annoying people. Home to the best cream cheese wontons, Le's also provided me with the most cryptically hilarious fortune in the history of cookies: "When you squeeze an orange, orange juice comes out because that's what's inside."

4. La Paloma: Lunch at La Paloma (despite the atrocious service and disgusting long lines of stiletto clad Comm majors eating only the Spring Fling salad) fed me many times weekly for four years. Within just a few minutes of my second home (Science and Tech), I am not sure if I can count how many Bacon Turkey Bravos (no tomato, grilled and toasted) that I consumed in four years. The dining area is usually loud enough, so Joanna and I were able to talk crap about those students and professors who drove us nuts. Plus, the breakfast sandwiches are unbeatable. Booger and I would meet there before class twice a week, and we may have been Cristi and Candra to the morning workers, but the 2 on Honey Wheat will stay in my heart for good.

5. Boardwalk Bistro: If I decided to venture down to the beach for a quick bite in the morning, or if I was taking friends and family around SD, I made sure to bring them past the long lines and small portions of the Mission Cafe and sit them down at this place off of Santa Clara. Where else could I get the High Tide (pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, potatoes, toast, and fruit) for under $8? Tasty.

Kicking, squealing Gucci little piggy

Happy 10th birthday Ok Computer

Here's to the hours and hours I have spent (or I should say 54 minutes and 54 minutes) listening to this truly revolutionary album. For those fortunate to attend either my or Matt Wallace's weddings (which may or may not happen), you will get to dance the night away to "Paranoid Android."

So here's to the summer of '97 when my brudda and I spent many hours in front of the TV over at the Madison house waiting for the strange animated masterpiece.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Tiny doesn't feel like dancing.

A few updates:

1) Back in the great state of Colorado, and the misadventures just keep coming. This weekend we venture back up to Cren's cabin for some more island hikes and hopefully no more Reesey wine.

2) Been to see the Flobots (x2), the Faint (woot), and Bop Skizzum. The Baechles were rocking at the Fox, as was the crowd, in an entirely anarchic manner. I got head-butted, but "Let the Poison Spill" was totally worth it. The Denver music scene just keeps getting better and better.

3) Celebrated 5 years at SOCO with some chicken dancing, the slowest conga line ever, and a Goretex jacket. Oh and a Pounds for Life midnight rendezvous of S&Q's on Manchester field (or at least that's what we'll call UNC's practice field for Linn's sake).

4) Started a new job. Will be able to soundtrack the work week as soon as I get a better hold on HPLC for nucleic acids and gene sequencing.

5) Took a bit of a drive out to Tennesee by way of St. Louis/Marshall's apartment with Matt to bask in musical bliss. Documentation coming soon.


A bit of a Bonnaroo feature preview...Wayne Coyne is a perfect front man (except he needs to work on making his between-song bits more concise)



6) Started training for the Dublin Marathon which E and I plan on running in October. Tonight's run finished perfectly with the following three songs Scissor Sisters "I Don't Feel Like Dancing" (with keys courtesy of Captain Fantastic himself), Arcade Fire "Rebellion (Lies)" (with a perfect purple and orange CO sunset over the mountains a la Coachella '05), and Decemberists "Sons and Daughters" (it talks about cinnamon!)

Monday, June 4, 2007

July 19th

On this epic day, rather than touring Saluda, NC with the fam, I will show up to Red Rocks immediately after work (hopefully I will have a job by then) with Matt and David in order to get a front row seat (a la Wilco/the Roots) for Bobby-D and My Morning Jacket.

Lots of delicious guitar-ing and lyric-ing will ensue.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Sweden and England, they're both....European?



I suggested in an article previewing Coachella that attendees go check out Jose Gonzalez because "he is the closest thing to Nick Drake that we have." Well, this morning I just unwittingly proved my own point.

While writing my last paper ever, I heard the intro track to Bryter Lyter and immediately the classical guitar and the arrangement triggered my subconscious to switch over to that Swedish Portuguese guy I love so much.

Booyaka.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Yeah THAT guy is still here.

Ben Kweller seemed to be very appreciative of his mahi and lobster tacos.

Last show I will ever work for USD, and I realized just how much I miss the day-of-show craziness. Although I felt a bit weird without John there and without a walkie talkie.

Red Rocks? But I don't believe it would be the same.

Thursday, May 3, 2007

Coachella Tales...Day 3







Sunday April 29, 2007
8:30 am Wake up on picnic table and do my best to “shower” in the sink of the campsite bathrooms.

10:03 am Muller emerges from Rachel’s car at the restaurant disoriented and sets off the car alarm. His hair defies gravity.

10:42 am Listen to message from a distraught Patu who has not been able to find the tent all night. (Turns out he bought a sleeping bag from the general store and slept on an embankment in the parking lot)

12:12 pm Pack up tent and dare to open the cooler.


1:07 pm Why in the name of Carlos D would you wear white pumps to a festival? You might be a Rage fan if you have a shaved head, a goatee, and a tribal tattoo around your bulked up ceps.


1:37 pm Sound man plays “Dropkick the Punks.” Andrew and I determine that camped out Rage fans will most likely hate Manu Chao most of all artists they sit through while waiting for DeLaRocha and co.

2:16 pm I want to be the hype (wo)man on the stage for Lupe Fiasco. “I Gotcha” and “Daydreamin’” kick large amounts of ass.




2:54 pm Tapes ‘n Tapes aren’t good live. They play generic rock. They did it at the Bluebird in August, and they’re doing it now. How did I forget this?



3:35 pm While funking out to the Coup: Lupe Fiasco is standing right next to me. Picture please.



4:37 pm Explosions in the Sky melt faces with instrumental rock. I take a power nap in the shade of the sound board.

4:52 pm Men begin to set up a row of blow-through barricade, and they are each lifting pieces individually. That shit is HEAVY. If I remember one thing about loading in shows, I remember being proud when three of us could lift one.



5:28 pm If Carlos D is God, a drum solo from ?uestLove signals the second coming.
TheRoots cover Dylan. With a sousaphone. Anti-Bush sentiments flew today...not that I minded. Kirk Douglas might be one of the best living guitarists, and he has Chuck Berry down cold.


6:40 pm Ricky Wilson of the Kaiser Chiefs scales the scaffolding. I make friends with an Australian who tries to get me to see Crowded House.



7:38 pm Jose Gonzalez has stolen Coachella’s soul and put it in his classical guitar so that he might give it back in the form of “Crosses.” He then launches into an appropriately timed “Lovestain” and my 10 Things joke is lost in translation. There is a Massive Attack cover involved in addition to the Knife one.



9:25 pm Air is delayed, so Paris Hilton and friends pose on stage for pictures. Andrew and I are stuck near a bunch of adolescent scenesters who all have Heineken bracelets...


Find the other USD crew..Steve passes out using a Dew bottle as a pillow.

10:24 pm Damien Rice takes the stage. Man standing next to us is wearing an Adidas speed suit. I shit you not. He looks like he just ran the 4x2.

10:40 pm


Rage finds the stage almost as slowly as Spinal Tap, no riots ensue. What a disappointment. I can feel myself getting sicker by the minute…immune system failing.

4:05 am (Monday) I wobble back home for a much needed shower and some quality time with my bed.

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Coachella Tales...Day 2




Saturday April 28, 2007
12:56 am Nothing like lukewarm beers at the car.

8:13 am Temperature in our tent actually exceeds that of Earth’s core.

10:00 am Breakfast burritos and raspberry (vodka) lemonades. How did we get in a bottle of vodka and not our peanut butter?

11:45 am Woken up from my sweaty nap in the tent by Andrew. (“Your car is what seems to be a quesadilla.”)

12:00 pm I am frisked by a very polite CSC worker, and in for the second day. Andrew and I decide to hang in the shade of the beer garden rather than roast in our tent.


1:45 pm Make beer garden friends like Gabriel, the Rage fan from Jersey with tiger striped pink and black hair.

3:10 pm Gary Glitter! Through the speakers…courtesy of Steve Aoki

3:15 pm Down tempo Bloc Party remix from Steve Aoki and DJ Heather. Orange Mohawk + beer gut + green tutu + rainbow umbrella = a man ready for techno in the Sahara tent.

4:03 pm Shower in my own sweat with Brit Fitz and Andrew while waiting for Hot Chip who made me further dehydrate myself due to their synth rhythms.



4:18 pm Meet someone who knows John from Shithole, NM…(he was at Wolf Parade near the speaker, Daft Punk, The Knife—except he was in SF)


5:49 pm Accessory award for the day goes to my bandana for working as a towel, blanket, and so much more.





7:05 The Decemberists (and here and here and here) are attacked by a whale onstage while playing “The Mariner’s Revenge.” Only Colin Meloy survives.

7:15 pm Chug my drink in the beer garden with Brit, Allie, and Andrew while looking for E and Rach.

7:45 pm Found Erin, Rach, Steve, and Chris. Arcade Fire, “Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)”: Ok guys, move up on my signal.

9:15 pm “Seize the hole!” Barrel through the crowd blindly following Chris to get within spitting distance of Flea.

-:-- pm I lose my watch, potentially while men are simultaneously shoving, jumping, and kicking shins, but I feel ok about having my face smashed into someone’s back as long as I can see Anthony’s tasty new moustache. Concert Etiquette rule #93: Just because someone is short does not mean you can use them as a shelf.

Later The Good, the Bad, & the Queen take to the outdoor stage. I shower with a water bottle.

Even later Erin and I drive to Joshua tree, drink a bottle of pinotage and sleep on a cement picnic table.

Coachella Tales...Day 1 ish

I survived the weekend...here are my notes.


Thursday April 28, 2007

7:00 pm Second? Haircut of the day.

9:15 pm Pick up new VA friend Patu at the airport (“I’m a tall white guy with ripped jeans”). Told you guys he wasn’t a creepy guy who was going to rape and kill Andrew and me.

9:55 pm Henry’s is closing, and we’re checking prices on granola. Feel like I’m at home.

10:45 pm Shower and listen to Doves while Patu repacks in the kitchen.

11:43 pm Pack up car at Andrew’s. He is prepared with a carton of Marlboro lights and a case of B-minus.


Friday April 27, 2007

1:00 am Get on the road, eat some of my Western Longhorn cheese. It’s tasty business.

2:45 am Eyes unfocusing…boys both asleep…ooh Arcade Fire. I’m awake.

3:45 am Leave Patu in car sans camping pass, set up tent in record time. Dudes (what Rage fans will be called from here on out) arrive in striped polos and backwards college hats. They don’t get their tent set up until after I go to bed. (“I throw beer cans at the chicks. They like that.”)


4:39 am Everyone starts cheering for no reason. Determined that if scenesters take off their tight jeans and pointy boots they melt into a puddle of hipness, thus our neighbors are still in said clothes.

8:00 am Find Patu at car and decide to go for a run (Andrew: “That is absurd”).

10:30 am Token Goth sighting we have been waiting for: Man in knee high platform boots and a black pleather skirt.




1:49 pm Make first and only use of 10-for-1 recycling deal.

2:04 pm Comedians of Comedy in the Gobi tent. Patton Oswalt asks us all to sit down because he knows that hipsters have weak knees. Aziz Ansari mentions being lonely enough to google blogs that mention him and ponder e-mailing the girls who mention him as a celebrity crush...Well Aziz, look no further. Your Bonnaroo bit sealed the deal here. Zack Galifinakis strips to a red Annie dress and lip syncs to “Tomorrow” while displaying signs like “I would start a revolution, but I just bought a hammock.”



4:27 pm Tilly’s sound man has good taste…plays “We Share Our Mother’s Health” by the Knife

4:33 pm Tilly and the Wall + sequins + colored lights = Candyland of music. A high school girl in front of me is wearing hot pants and Napoleon Dynamite space boots.








6:40 pm The lead singer of the Arctic Monkeys looks like a hobbit. Moving on up…look it’s Stefanie. She is standing right next to us among the thousands of other people.




7:17 pm Drunk, overweight super fans flash stage.

8:20 pm Jesus and Mary Chain play a new song. I believe they stole the melody from Wilco’s “Spider Kicksmoke.” ScarJo comes out for “Just like honey.”

9:25 pm Up front waiting for Interpol…Fat smelly woman and blonde dude in Brooks Brothers shirt grind in front of me.

9:55 pm Andrew determines that Carlos D is in fact God with a bolo tie, a moustache, and a bass. Interpol plays “Mammoth” from new album.

10:20 pm Sonic Youth is still playing. Ooh, look at that nice patch of grass. I could almost lay down and rest my eyes. Just for a minute.

11:03 pm Up when the lights go down…I’m cold, but look, someone has left me a sweatshirt on the ground. Sweet. DJ Shadow entertains as do the dancing tripped-out kids with the glow sticks. Accessory award for the day goes to Dr. Scholl’s Gel Pads which fit nicely in my Chucks.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Be like Mike (Mogis)

"Cassadaga" is a darn good listen
Oz writes about how awesome Conor Oberst is ... again



Some experts have declared the CD dead and archaic in the wake of the digital revolution. Artists have taken steps to entice fans to actually purchase a physical copy of the album – some artists like equally praised and maligned outfit Bright Eyes.
"Cassadaga," the seventh full length release on Saddle Creek from this Omaha troupe, appears like an artist’s static representation of white noise, but inside, the listener can find a "spectral decoder" that illuminates the ghostly world of the album, Ouija board style. This trick alone is worth the cost of the album.

Musically the album is pretty standard issue indie folk rock upon first listen, almost to the point of disappointment after the 2005 release, "I’m Wide Awake It’s Morning" and the build up of the "Four Winds" EP.

However, the power of the album lays not so much with the songwriting as with the production. The fact that nearly 30 songs were recorded for this album demonstrates leading man Conor Oberst has no want for material. However, the key to the songs that made the cut is the slick production by band member and sound engineer extraordinaire Mike Mogis and the arrangement of the strings and woodwinds by newest full time Bright Eyes member Nate Walcott.

The orchestral tones on the dissenting "No One Would Riot for Less," desperate "Make a Plan to Love Me," and Dust Bowl-esque "Middleman" save the tracks from falling into the overflowing pile of Oberst acoustic rants. It appears that, like 2002’s "Lifted," Conor has opened his doors again to a growing band of musicians, but this time, Mogis knew what to do with them. The slick production of the cumbersome opening track (a Bright Eyes tradition), "Clairaudients" sets the spectral stage and allows for a smooth and accessible transition into the rest of the album.

The songs reek of apocalyptic apprehensions, ethereal experiences and experimental spirituality, but fail to come full circle—a theme shoved down the listener’s throat during most songs. The first single, "Four Winds," with its punchy violin and gentle melody, portrays the imminent anthro-driven end of the world. Plus, what other song could so deftly talk about the "Whore of Babylon?" On "If the Brakeman Turns My Way" Oberst again throws his guts on the table—reminiscent of his early work—but this time the despair is less solipsistic, and the music and lyrics speak to maturity and profound questioning.

Oberst kisses off an older woman (who may or may not be ex-beau Winona Ryder) in "Classic Cars," where he mocks her preachy and condescending duplicity. Finally, "Soul Singer in the Session Band" returns to the cathartic themes of songs past starring a singer as the tortured and exposed artist, but this time brings in more veiled industry references. Although "Cassadaga" may not be the proverbial epic album that most were expecting, it still has a place in the Bright Eyes catalog.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Gimme Shelter

First full day in DC with Kendra. Her parents were here, and we all made a day of it in Old Town Alexandria. Pictures and more adventurous stories to follow. But we did encounter a familiar face in Georgetown. He was sitting on a bench outside a Barnes and Noble. You'd think he could have at least picked an independent store. They're all over the place.

Kendra's mom: "He's creepy. I'm glad I wasn't with you guys because I probably would have kicked his feet."

Oh and for the Mullenites in the audience...We were in a great store called Ten Thousand Villages, and I heard my name called. Katie Murray (class of '02) happened to be visiting Alexandria from Charlotte where she's doing TFA and happened to be in the store. She said she recognized my voice. Who could forget it? That beats your pigeon story Jax!





From a WTD friend...
Naturally.


and.....

courtesy of Lisa, Peter's rewrite of Kelly. Pour it on.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Flobots


On Thursday, I took Joey for a ride and we headed up to Santa Monica for a bit of an adventure. Hip-hop Denver locals,the Flobots, were playing in LA as a part of their Flobots Rising Tour (which included stops in Omaha, LA, Oakland, and Salt Lake). I had been trying for weeks to get San Diego friends to abandon their typical Thursday night rituals and head up with me to get their faces rocked. ALas, true to form, people bailed for various reasons. Oh well, their loss...

Back in January, I had my first Flobots experience at the Gothic in Englewood. This collective (guitar, lyricists, bass, trumpet, viola, and drums) performed one of the best live sets I've ever seen. Yes. One of the best live sets I have ever seen. Since then, their EP--Platypus--has not left my car, and I now proudly endorse them to whomever I think will listen. Politically infused and strikingly intelligent, Flobots lyrics have a way of getting under your skin...in a good way. The music is airtight, and who wouldn't love some slap bass, a string picking viola, and crisp trumpeting? I remember thinking that all I could do was picture them in front of a crowd in a tent at Coachella as the sun is setting.

After dinner and wandering around SM for a while, I parked Joey around the block and met up with former WTD member and fellow D-towner Andy at Temple Bar for a pre-show catch up. Soon, Andy and crew had to head into the venue to get ready for their set. It wasn't long before the WTDers filtered in. First I found my SXSW/subway ID companion, B-reh, then my favorite pop fan, Joy. Then "so indie it hurts" Matt and my favorite Canadian, Meredith joined the party. The showtime group was completed when Jennifer Keppel and Ron W. Roecker himself joined us on the dance floor for the set.

Despite minor technical difficulties, the band opened with some a Capella rhymes courtesy of Jonny 5. For the next intro, he was joined by drummer Kenny Ortiz, bassist Jesse Walker, violist Mackenzie, Brer Rabbit, and finally Andy on guitar (with a functioning quarter inch cable!). The enthusiastic crowd at first consisted mainly of friends of the band and friends of friends of the band, but it wasn't long before the bar hoppers wanted in on the party.

The band played a score of new songs from a new release that will hopefully be out sooner rather than later and will be heard by all the right people to catapult them to a deal. But hey, when all else fails, just Clap-Your-Hands-it right? New songs include politically conscious, anthemic "Stand Up," creative Turtles cover, "Happy Together," and lyrical masterpiece, "DARE," They also played staples including "No W" and perennial closer "Handlebars." By the end of the set, even the skeptical were rocking to the infectious beats. I can legitimately claim that they are the best unsigned band I have heard in recent memory. The best.

Following the set, WTD danced the set change away, then got a round of sweaty hugs from our second most excitable member. Who ever could be the most excitable person be? We were joined by Katie, and shared some rounds followed by a late night (early morning?) meal at Swingers down the street. Despite protests from my companions, I drove home and made it in time to get six hours of sleep in the green machine before heading off to class.

So do yourself a huge favor and check out one of their live shows when they are in your area. If you are in Denver, you can readily find a show at your favorite local venues. If not, find them at flobots.com or on the Space

Check out Ron's Review here

Thursday, March 29, 2007

La View.

Students arrested for literary terrorism on campus



Hon. Felix Frankfurter
Staff Writer

Public Safety and the SDPD apprehended three female USD students last Thursday evening around 7:30 p.m. for posting poetry in a manner that disrupts the "aesthetic quality of the campus" according to C. Ensor, a nighttime Public Safety officer. Officials have released the names of the students, claiming their involvement in the vandalism is a form of literary terrorism.

Two seniors, Kate Sullivan and Molly Tustison, as well as freshman Natalie Earnheart were taken into custody after a student reported seeing them stalking around campus with cans of spray paint.

As Public Safety officers tracked down the girls near the Aromas lawn, they immediately called for backup from SDPD since the girls were armed with stacks of poems and had begun to tag the lawn with "Anecdote of a Jar," by Wallace Stevens, according to a report released by Public Safety on Monday.

When Public Safety tried to corner the students, Sullivan allegedly ran toward Colachis Fountain and, while stripping off clothes, screamed "I am a Promiscuous Daughter" repeatedly.

Tustison succumbed most easily and reportedly muttered something about finding "a place for poplars" and "words on skin" while being walked to the Public Safety vehicle.
Earnhart threw her stack of poems in the officers’ faces and shouted, "Thou villainous hell-hated giglets!"

Later that evening, AS President Rhett Buttle was found bound and gagged and told officials, "The girls broke into my office, tied me up and threatened to take away my gold name tag if I didn’t give them access to the USD student listserve."

Apparently these vandals had planned to send poems by William Blake, Walt Whitman and T.S. Eliot to each and every student at USD.

Upon further investigation, it was determined that all three young women have pledged allegiance to The Promiscuous Daughters, an underground writing club on campus that allegedly meets in the Cropper Writing Center.

Public Safety raided the small room in Founders and found stacks of poems by established poets and members of the club.

Plans for further guerilla action were uncovered on the book shelves F190 which included posting poems on the newly acquired electronic signs, tagging lawns and sidewalks with sonnets, and replacing table tents with excerpts from Tennyson’s "In Memoriam."

The students have been released from custody, but await trial in front of school officials for "vandalizing school property and attempts to enrich the minds of students."

Dr. Peter Kanelos, Professor of English, was unavaible for comment last Friday due to temporary incarceration for similar charges. However, upon his arraignment, he was contacted and responded to the incident saying, "I'm in full support of the girls' action, there's just one thing that puzzles me: Stevens? Why Stevens?"

The probable punishment looks to be an extra full semester at USD for each student—on their own dime—whereby each must take 15 units of business credit.

Ted. Please.

Do you like intelligent and politically driven lyrics? Are you a sucker for tireless sprinting guitars à la Bruce Springsteen and Tom Petty?

Do yourself a favor and check out Jersey’s best contemporary-rock dissenters, Ted Leo/Pharmacists, who just released their fifth album, "Living with the Living."

Known for their nasal, tenor vocals and rollicking rhythms, these former hardcore punks stayed true to the sounds of 2004’s "Shake the Sheets," but opted for cleaner riffs and more slick production to keep the kids a-rockin’.

The album synthesizes political rants and nostalgic love songs, but not as seamlessly as the nuanced Leo-lover might want.

More than a handful of the songs on the album are beyond good. Fiery lament, "The Sons of Cain," "La Costa Bravo" with a punked-out intro, and falsetto-infused "Who Do You Love?" team up to carry the album, but overall the flat transitions between subject matter don’t feel logical.

Leo and friends even jump back to their moshing days with songs like "Bomb, Repeat, Bomb," but that’s to be expected since the album was produced by Fugazi’s Brendan Canty. The bottom line: Ted, I think you can do better.

Andrew Bird....and the Vista

Few have developed their own sound more completely than violin songster Andrew Bird. Last Tuesday Bird released his seventh full-length studio album, "Armchair Apocrypha." Instrumentally complex, the songs serve as an ideal soundtrack for long drives alone. Audibly similar to Devotchka, the arching melodies and melancholic violin solos are ripe for repeated spins and subsequent dissection.

Formally trained as a performance violinist, Bird began his career playing pre-war jazz, blues and traditional folk; he even got swept up in the late 90s swing revival. In 2001, with "The Swimming Hour," he found a new and unique jukebox blend of all genres and even threw in some classy rock.

Although the traditional violin, glockenspiel, whistling and drums are still present, on "AA," Bird infuses guitar and piano more completely to create layered songs. The music works two ways: as great background noise for a mellow party and as a knot of troubling lyrics, incandescent harmonies and synergistic instruments to untangle and stretch out for increased comprehension. Key tracks include "Fiery Crash," a rolling opener straight out of cinematic opening credits, radio-ready quot;Heretics" and the graceful, poignant quot;Scythian Empires." The bottom line: If you liked the soundtrack to "Little Miss Sunshine," check this out.

Vista Love?

As an avid Badly Drawn Boy fan for the last half decade or so, I was looking forward to finally catching a live set from the British songwriter responsible for the soundtrack to "About a Boy."

Damon Gough, a.k.a. Badly Drawn Boy, cemented a place in my musical heart via an eclectic but at times disengaging set at the House of Blues last Wednesday.

An insider friend tipped me off about the set times and warned me that BDB planned to play a two-hour set, so I rationed my energy and showed up just as the final opener trailed offstage.

The small crowd huddled close as the perpetually-beanied Gough took the stage following his touring band.

After Gough said, "We’re going to play a whole lot of new songs first to get them out of the way," the band launched into tracks from the 2006 release "Born in the UK," which Gough admitted was a tribute to Bruce Springsteen.

Highlights included "Journey from A to B" and an instrumental version of "Welcome to the Overground," which was "too difficult to play live."
The night was chock full of anecdotes preceding songs and complaints from the band about monitor sound.

I personally have never been a fan of the sound quality at the HOB, and this opinion was solidified as members of the band continually asked the sound board for decreased volume.

Audio problems and the recent death of his grandfather may have contributed to Gough’s mood swings throughout the show, which featured wry jokes, poignant stories, smoking onstage and angry shouts at those talking through the sets.

After a slick transition from "Like a Virgin" into "Silent Sigh," Gough stopped mid-song to the surprise of his bandmates saying, "I hate playing that song, so I won’t."

Regardless of Gough’s attitude, his performance was solid musically, and I was thrilled to hear an intro about Santa for "Donna and Blitzen" as well as the stories behind some of my favorites like "This Is That New Song," which is about the death of a friend.

A good chunk of the crowd filtered out early as the set moved into its third hour, but these deserters missed out on a whale of an encore topped off by a 10-minute cover of "Don’t Stop Believin’" as Gough wandered through the crowd. For a Steve Perry cover, I can forgive Gough’s cranky comments.