Holy cow. I have one of these. I wonder if I should sell it?
It’s late and I have a thirteen hour work day ahead of me. Keir’s next to me. He’s got a five hour drive ahead of him. He’s got to go back to Sacramento tonight because he has an 8:30 orientation to attend, where he’ll be getting himself…uh, oriented. For that reason, we’re both drinking water, […]
I’m walking to work. This usually means I head down Martel to Fountain, cross to Fuller, drop down to Trader Joe’s on Santa Monica, where I get that fantastic pear and gorgonzola salad, a couple bananas (organic, yes) and maybe a protein bar. Then I swing back out to Santa Monica Boulevard and shoot East […]
Jennifer Charles is the voice. Oren Bloedow is the music. Elysian fields is the band. “Bleed Your Cedar” is the album. Allmusic sez: The band’s sophomore album Bleed Your Cedar was produced by Steve Albini, but during this time the band’s creative throws began its downward spiral. The label criticized them for sounding too dark […]
I can’t remember how I discovered today’s Mystery Band, but when I dropped their debut cd in my player, it was like a giant overstuffed pillow had smacked me from behind. It might have been a listening station at Morninglory music in Santa Barbara, but then I might have heard it at a coffee house. […]
There are blogs, and rumors of blogs. Stirrings in the wind. The scent of perfume. Could it be? Is Le Chic Chick really back? God, let’s hope so.
When I get in to work there’s a silver-haired guy standing in the far corner of the Mezzanine. Another guy trains a camera on him as he talks and gesticulates and looks really important. “Who’s the star?” I ask. “Some guy from The Police,” someone says. It’s Steward Copeland, I realize, and I spend the […]
Nice to be back. For most of the day, the database servers at my hosting company have been slammed too much traffic. Not certain what caused it, but it wasn’t me. I swear. I’m typing this in a Vicod!n blur right now. I paid a visit to the dentist and the orthodontist on Monday. It’s […]
I’m a bad blogger lately. It’s already the 18th and I haven’t even mentioned what some of you may have noticed: the latest installment of music reviews by staunch Oregonian, hell-raiser and teller of outrageous tales, Michael Keefe, has been up in the review column to the right for a couple of weeks now. I […]
This just warms the heart. Invader’s back in town. And he’s replacing some of his stolen works.