Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Mount Eerie

Well well well. Mount Eerie is touring, and they are actually playing in the US, in Cambridge no less. Works for me since I have listened to 11 old songs of Mount Eerie close to 100 times this week.

04.29.06 - Cambridge, MA - YWCA
04.29.06 - Cambridge, MA - The Brattle Theater (midnight!)
04.30.06 - Western Massachusetts - TBA (a haunted house/barn, somewhere!)

Monday, February 27, 2006


I added my playlist feature from last.fm in the sidebar because I am on a bit of a rampage in terms of this blog. Also because last.fm is great. I typed in that I would like to hear similar artists to Liars and I get to hear one of those awful Wire songs from Manscape. You know where you kind of like the song you just wish Wire had written another 154 instead.

Thoughts while reading.

I am currently reading Mediated by Thomas De Zengotita. It is good so far, perhaps a little too tounge in cheek at times, which is the point anyway. It has gotten me thinking, especially passages like this:
If the performance of one's everyday life is the most comprehensive manifestation of the mediated self's centrality, it is also the subtlest, the most diluted. Something more obvious was needed. All that was lacking were the means.
Until recently.

In my ongoing fascination with Myspace this one hit me. Seriously, "All that was lacking were the means." should be Myspace's motto. This passage is a part of his book where De Zengotita reflects upon the need for individual celebrity for all of us. It was the new tools offered by the web and expansion of tv programming, i.e. Current TV, that allowed for each of us to become a celebrity of sorts, we want to be looked at, we want to be celebrated.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Ryan McGinness-Mildly Subversive

As if Beverly MA wasn't cool enough. Montserrat College of Art is hosting the first ever New England show of Ryan McGinness. The show is accompanied by an artist's lecture tonight at 5:30. Montserrat's site has all the info.

Arab Strap U.S. Dates

Malcolm, Aidan and Co, are jumping across the pond for a tour in support of their newest album The Last Romance. It seems they won't be playing SXSW, alas. I will be seeing them in Boston and NYC.

Mar 23 Knitting Factory Los Angeles, CA
Mar 24 Café Du Nord San Francisco, CA
Mar 25 Café Du Nord San Francisco, CA
Mar 27 Doug Fir Lounge Portland, OR
Mar 28 Neumo's Seattle, WA
Mar 29 The Media Club Vancouver, BC
Mar 31 7th Street Entry Minneapolis, MN
Apr 01 Empty Bottle Chicago, IL
Apr 02 Kraftbrau Brewery Kalamazoo, MI
Apr 03 St. Andrew's Hall Detroit, MI
Apr 04 Lee's Palace Toronto, ON
Apr 05 Le Tulipe Montreal, QC
Apr 06 Great Scott Boston, MA
Apr 07 South Paw Brooklyn, NY
Apr 08 Knitting Factory NY, NY
Apr 09 The Khyber Philadelphia, PA
Apr 10 Iota Washington, DC
Apr 11 Local 506 Chapel Hill, NC
Apr 12 The Earl Atlanta, GA

"Not When You're Carlos D"

This is hilarious on many levels.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Harold Hunter R.I.P

Harold Hunter died on 2.17. When I was a kid and skateboarding my friends and I worshipped Harold and the original Zoo York skaters. Go here for more info.


Just got my wristband, or my girlfriend in Austin did, for SXSW. This has been ridiculous. SMS messages in the night, rumors, panic! It seems that there will be some dissapointed folks this year. But I've got mine. Hooray!

photo from Show Gazer

Friday, February 17, 2006

SXSW Shows Listed

The showcases,dates, and locations have been posted here. You can get free mp3's from most bands as well.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006


New York magazine has bloggers all aflutter with this article.

The Boston Globe had a two day special report on Wikipedia, its founders, its users, its volunteers, and its standing in the Academic world.

The truck pictured is taking equipment from Fenway Park to Ft. Myers florida. Which can mean only one thing.

I launched my own website this weekend. It has a link back to this Blog and to my flickr profile. It will have more soon, I suppose.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Sigur Ros

I attended Sigur Ros' Boston show last night at The Orpheum Theater. It was my first time seeing the group, and I had heard from many folks that their live show is above and beyond normal musical experiences. It was very very good, but fell short of being great. I ascribe this to the fact that the majority of songs they played were from Takk, which is a very very good album, but not great. I am much more a fan of the near perfect ( ), off which they only played three songs.

As a live band they are truly captivating, opening the set with Glosoli played behind a silk screen where the members appeared as skewed and elongated silhouettes. My friend asked me if I thought they would play the whole show like that, they did not. They raised the screen and propelled for over an hour through their songs, with little sound experiments being played in between. They had a wonderful aesthetic, with synced lights and a large screen, directly behind the band, displaying abstract video and image montages. The treat was the encore. The silk screen was dropped again and they played my favorite song Untitled 8. The lights went haywire and the images on the screen were flashing at a breakneck frames per second. Then it was silent, perhaps the most perfect moment of the show, and true compliment to the power of their sound, for a near full five seconds after the last note, all you could hear was the hum of an amp, then roaring applause.

How Does It Sound?

Belle and Sebastian's new album The Life Pursuit has been garnering a good deal of praise, best evidenced by this Salon review note: you have to watch a brief ad to get access to the site. What is missing in a lot of the reviews, and in music reviews in general is a discussion of music. Much of the to-do about The Life Pursuit is that it was made in L.A. with a big name producer. The reviews ask questions about Belle and Sebastians place in the pop canon, and the fanaticism of their fan base. Few tell me, a fan, what the songs actually sound like.

I feel that the majority of music critiquing these days relies heavily upon gossip and social context, as well as historical context. Sometimes I don't care what a band is all about, I only want to know what the songs are all about.

Song Bird

Boing Boing has a post about Song Bird which is essentially an open source music player and search engine, at least in theory. I couldn't download because I am teaching and the Song Bird Site is overloaded.
One reason that digital media is so exciting to me is that I think of something that I need, i.e. something to scour the internet for free downloads, and bang there it is. Of course it is only available for Windows so all of us in the other worlds must wait a little while.

Thursday, February 02, 2006


Unbeknownst to me. Today is actually the one year anniversary of my first post on this blog. I essentially ignored it for months after that first post, but here's to milestones anyway.


I am currently reading Haunted Weather by David Toop . It is an excellent study of sound and technology. I feel I cannot do it justice until I am finished reading it. Whilst reading last night I came across a quote from Atom Egoyan. He was commenting on Samuel Beckett's monologue Krapp's Last Tape.

Beckett is able to express the central paradox of personal archiving technology; its ability simultaneously to enhance and trivialise experience.

This struck me immediately as a comment that could be applied to blogging and new media as a whole. Those of us who blog often feel compelled to immediately chronicle meaningful aspects of our lives, whether personal, intellectual or otherwise. This is even evidenced by my blogging of this quote. I did, however, continue reading the book instead of running to my computer and posting about it right away. Chris touched on this a while back, taking extended breaks from the Internet. It is hard to "unplug" oneself and take something for what it is worth. To participate in activities without the bias of wanting to archive it in somehow. I suppose that is the test of new media and personal media, to know when to detach ourselves.