Once a band, now a blog... But for how long? The dead shall rise again! Someday. Maybe...
Saw the Tension 2013 tour in Portland a few nights after the L. A. show, at the bottom here, was filmed. I know some people thought Trent was getting a little too mellow and sedate, trying to hide behind the light show, but I loved it. First time I've ever seen Nine Inch Nails live."Mr. Reed brought dark themes and a mercurial, sometimes aggressive disposition to rock music. ‘I’ve always believed that there’s an amazing number of things you can do through a rock ‘n’ roll song,’ he once told the journalist Kristine McKenna, ‘and that you can do serious writing in a rock song if you can somehow do it without losing the beat. The things I’ve written about wouldn’t be considered a big deal if they appeared in a book or movie.’
“He played the sport of alienating listeners, defending the right to contradict himself in hostile interviews, to contradict his transgressive image by idealizing sweet or old-fashioned values in word or sound, or to present intuition as blunt logic. But his early work assured him a permanent audience.
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“The composer Brian Eno, in an often-quoted interview from 1982, suggested that if the group’s first album, ‘The Velvet Underground & Nico,’ sold only 30,000 copies during its first five years — a figure probably lower than the reality — ‘everyone who bought one of those 30,000 copies started a band.’”I discovered Lou a little late, when the New York album came out. I saw the review in the back of Rolling Stone, more stars on it than I’d ever seen, and decided to pick it up. That shortly led to me discovering the Velvet Underground and, I suppose, I am one of those who heard the first Velvet’s record and started a band. Not sure if one event caused the other, but I sure got the order correct.
Didn’t get much in the way of pictures at this show, wasn’t in the mood to mess with the camera.
In short… Ha Ha Tonka killed it, though there was only 20 to 30 or so people there. Samantha Crain opened, was really good, and talked about how she lived in Portland for a while.
When she mentioned this, she expected some cheers and was met with crickets, which surprised her. Surprised me, too, really. I think my reaction, though, was that she looked and sounded a lot like a Portlander so it really wasn’t that suprising. My reaction was more along the lines of, “Ok, then. I can see that.”
Good though. Great show. Wish more people saw it. Here’s some videos of these folks, though not from last night.
Lessons (New Album):
Amazon - http://amzn.to/1fyrRPH
iTunes (w/ bonus track) - http://bit.ly/17F6zvj
http://www.facebook.com/hahatonka
Murder By Death. Dante's. Portland, Oregon. August 11, 2012.
Band photography is something I've always wanted to get into a bit more, but haven't for various reasons over the years.
Back in the 1980s and 1990s, working with film, the lighting issues were just too annoying to deal with. However, these days, digital cameras are just much more light sensitive, and then there is the ability to vary ISO per shot, not per role, so that helps a lot. Also, being able to review the shots on the spot is tremendously helpful in these situations, because I can keep firing away until I know I've captured what I've been aiming for.
This last year, when I started taking cameras around with me pretty much everywhere, it was only natural to start taking some shots at shows, and I have been happy with the results.
I really like playing with the stage lighting, good performers do interesting things, and I can get some of the good, blurry but nice weird effects that I like, giving me a lot to play with in editing.
This last year, time and budget kept me from making it to many shows. Hopefully 2013 will give me plenty of new opportunities to continue developing my technique with live band photography and to build up a more solid portfolio in this area.
Looking for photographers to shoot dates on the tour. Submit your best live photo for the chance to win a photo pass…
from tag Caustic
Fun show. I was able to take the boys with me, the big one’s second show ever, the little one’s first, and they both had a great time. I don’t get to do that very often, so it was a very special night for me.
I enjoyed the bands, of course. They are friends of mine, so I am a bit biased, but I do really like them, so that makes it much easier. I hate being in the situation where I do not like the bands my friends are in, and thankfully that is not the case with these two.
I am not going to waste a lot of words here. Just some music and some pictures.
Both these groups are pretty new, so they don’t have a lot of music available on line yet. I know Abash’t is less than a year old, and I am not sure how long Disenchanter has been around, but about the same, I think.
Anyway, I am sure that both bands have some better quality demo material in the works, below I’ve posted what I was currently able to find on-line.
https://www.facebook.com/abashtband
A video from their first show…
https://www.facebook.com/DisenchanterPDX
https://www.reverbnation.com/disenchanter
Thursday, October 25 at 9:00pm at Ash Street Saloon, Portland
Disenchanter @ Hard Candy
Sunday, October 28, 2012 at 9:00pm at Hard Candy, Salem
Wednesday, October 31, 2012 at 8:00pm at Red Room, Portland
Looking at my post dates… Well, back from summer vacation, it appears! I was posting a lot on the YouTube playlists and on the Facebook page, but not here…
Anyway, these guys inspired me to post again after they popped up on my shuffle play a little bit ago. I found them last winter and then kind of forgot about them. This summer, they played a show or two around town, and I remembered the name and that I liked them, but I didn’t remember them well enough to get off my ass and to one of their shows. Kicking myself now…
This is the song that got me all fired up today, “The Buoyancy Test”. Yeah, it’s a lot Neil Young-ish (through the Swans, maybe?), but that is okay. There is room for more of this!
The rest of their songs from ReverbNation…
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Denim-Wedding/136817396367841
https://www.reverbnation.com/denimwedding
http://www.myspace.com/denimwedding
Kelly Hogan performs 'I Like to Keep Myself in Pain' on Sound Opinions from WBEZ on Vimeo.
http://www.soundopinions.org/archive/2012/july.html#guestkellyhogan
At least once a week I have a very long walk taking care of one chore or another involving the boys. Usually these walks seem to land on the grayest and rainiest days of the week. Wet and cold with too much time to think, I find myself hitting the repeat button on certain songs over and over again. Each walk seems to find its own theme song.
Frank settled down in the Valley,
and he hung his wild years on a
nail that he drove through his
wife's forehead.
He sold used office furniture out
there on San Fernando Road and
assumed a $30,000 loan at
15 1/4 % and put a down payment
on a little two bedroom place.
His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
Made good bloody-marys, kept her mouth
shut most of the time, had a little Chihuahua
named Carlos that had some kind of skin
disease and was totally blind.
They had a thoroughly modern kitchen;
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan.
They were so happy.
One night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple of Mickey's Big Mouth’s.
Drank 'em in the car on his way to the
Shell station; he got a gallon of gas in a can.
Drove home, doused everything in
the house, torched it.
Parked across the street laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red.
Frank put on a top forty station,
got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed North.
Never could stand that dog.
Playlist on Spotify:
At least once a week I have a very long walk taking care of one chore or another involving the boys. Usually these walks seem to land on the grayest and rainiest days of the week. Wet and cold with too much time to think, I find myself hitting the repeat button on certain songs over and over again. Each walk seems to find its own theme song.
Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.
I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Nothing left to do ...
When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
At least once a week I have a very long walk taking care of one chore or another involving the boys. Usually these walks seem to land on the grayest and rainiest days of the week. Wet and cold with too much time to think, I find myself hitting the repeat button on certain songs over and over again. Each walk seems to find its own theme song.
This was one such song. I have no idea what it was about this song that spoke to me that day, something in the way the words and music intersected with the weather and mood. There was no single line in the song that stood out, but looking at the lyrics below, I can see many that would have fit the mood on these long walks.
I’ve been meaning to post these songs for a while but life has been interfering, as usual.
Everything that keeps me together is falling apart/i've got
This thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over.
My boss just quit the job says he's goin out to find blind
Spots and he'll do it.
The 3rd planet is sure that they're being watched by an
Eye in the sky that can't be stopped.
When you get to the promise land your gonna shake that
Eyes hand.
Your heart felt good it was drippin pitch and made of wood.
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me.
Outside naked, shiverin looking blue, from the cold
Sunlight that's reflected off the moon.
Baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used
To be three and not just two.
And that's how the world began.
And that's how the world will end.
A 3rd had just been made and we were swimming in the
Water, didn't know then was it a son was it a daughter.
When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming
Around in the water in the oceans in our bodies and
Another had been found another ocean on the planet
Given that our blood is just like the atlantic.
And how.
The universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go
Straight long enough you'll end up where you were.
Your heart felt good it was drippin pitch and made of wood.
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me.
Outside naked, shiverin looking blue, from the cold
Sunlight that's reflected off the moon.
Baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used
To be three and not just two.
And that's how the world began.
And that's how the world will end.
A nod to something or other day that falls on a Tuesday this year…
Yes. Messing around with Facebook apps.
Never heard of her until she died. But she was very good.
Cesária Évora, Grammy-Winning Cape Verdean Singer, Has Died : The Record : NPR:
Évora was perhaps the most widely known performer of morna, a style of music indigenous to Cape Verde. She began singing professionally when she was just a teenager — the only woman in a group that performed all over the islands — but she did not gain international attention until the late 1980s. In 2004, Évora won a Grammy for her album Voz d'Amor.
Seems like a fitting soundtrack to my hunt for open source video editing software…
A live version. Hard to find one with good audio.
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| Just Me… From 2011-11 (Nov) |
Blah… Sitting here waiting for my computers to do their thing instead of just beeping at me and freezing… Need to be doing some real work, but I need those picture files from my dying laptop first!
So, instead, a rant.
On the local “alternative” station, 94.7, a show called “The Bottom Forty” is featuring Peal Jam and U2 tonight…
I know, though I struggle with acceptance, that “alternative” does not mean what it used to mean 20 to 25 years ago. Still, it bugs me when two of the biggest bands in the world are tagged with that label.
To me, the word means “non-mainstream.” Pearl Jam was once there, for a few minutes. U2 might have spent a few minutes there back in 1980 when Boy first came out.
Today, I suppose, for most people alternative is a genre (which will never completely make sense to me). But, not long ago, I glanced around the radio and it started making some sense.
There are hard rock/metal stations, there are Top 40/pop stations (which includes hip-hop and rap), there are country stations (which, let’s face it, is just pretty much rock with southern accents these days)… There’s oldies stations and adult contemporary stations (slightly less old oldies)… There’s jazz and classical… There’s latin stations and many others.
But regular current, contemporary rock music? Not metal, not country rock, just music, essentially, with a guitar as the lead instrument? Well, that is what they call “Alternative Music” these days, it seems like. Sure, these bands have top selling albums and they reach the Top 40 charts, but the Top 40 stations are not playing many songs that feature lead guitars these days.
And about the only rock bands that are not included in the “alternative” tent these days are the hard rock and heavy metal bands; the descendants of the big hair 1980s bands that the original grunge revolution was a rebellion against.
So all these bands end up on the “alternative” stations, and because of that are thought to play a genre called “Alternative Music.” At least, that is how it seems to work from my perspective.
Back in the day, though, to me alternative meant “outside of the mainstream,” with punk, metal, industrial, and, eventually, grunge all being some of many sub-categories. It meant songs that you would never hear on the radio. It meant bands that most people had never heard of before.
It, inherently, could NOT mean Pearl Jam (in 2011) and U2.
Now I am not saying that I wish we could go back to the days before all these great musical genres found widespread, mainstream commercial acceptance. I am glad people are listening. It is great music, which I why I was listening to it in the first place.
I just wonder if there isn’t a better label for it. Like rock, perhaps? That’s what we used to call it back in the olden times. If the Rolling Stones came out today, they would be considered “alternative.” So would the Beatles.
One of the ways we ended up here, I know, is because of “alternative” radio stations like 94.7 here in Portland and The End up in Seattle.
I first heard The End, just after it started, while driving home from the first Lollapalooza.
Let me describe that experience for a moment…
Nirvana had not hit yet. Grunge was not a fashion defined by Vogue magazine yet. Alternative bands were bands you saw in small venues and clubs, not in the big concert halls, and definitely not in arenas or stadiums.
But then came along Lollapalooza, where a bunch of indie/alternative bands got together and put on a big show, a festival, taking it on the road. Now, there are plusses and minuses to big shows, of course. But it was great seeing these “small” bands in a big environment, with the huge crowds and towering light and sound systems.
The best part, though, was that all of us punk, metal, goth/industrial, and grunge misfits finally had a big show of our own. Thousands of US all gathered in one place at one time. The BIG cheers for the bands we loved that sounded like cheers in the videos for the BIG bands. That was a new experience for all of us, a first time thing. It was a big touring festival of non-mainstream bands for non-mainstream people. Only the first Lollapalooza was like that, but it was a remarkable thing.
People from The End, which had just gone on the air, were handing out flyers as we were heading back to the car after the show. We put the station on the radio, and lo and behold here were the bands we all liked to listen to on a real radio station (not one of the little college channels that you could only receive on your tuner if the wind was blowing just right and the barometric pressure was just so).
The End called themselves “alternative” radio. And they were back then, even by my definition. They were playing the songs no one else was (not counting those tiny college stations).
It was very cool. All of it.
But, when the grunge thing made it big, so did these stations, so did events like Lollapalooza. Suddenly, the songs these stations were playing actually became Top 40 songs. Suddenly, middle aged housewives were buying the CDs of those bands and listening to those new “alternative” radio stations. The second Lollapalooza had a serious infestation of the jocks who were all listening to Warrant and Winger the year before.
“Alternative” didn’t feel very alternative any more. “He’s the one that likes to sing along” was singing along right next to me. And punching people in the slam pit and calling it “moshing.” Asshole.
I guess the final change that happened, though, was where “mainstream” radio and popular music went from there. Basically, rock died. R&B, hip hop, crappy pop music, these took over. Alternative stations that were always throwing a little U2 or R.E.M. (a band that had ceased to be alternative by this time) into the mix were suddenly the only ones playing them. So, those sorts of bands, more and more, were through of as “alternative” bands. Or, in R.E.M.’s case, were once again thought of as an alternative band.
And I suppose that really sums it up for me. Alternative was a state that bands used to be able to graduate from. And, if they still sounded good, that could be a fun and rewarding experience for the fans who were with them from the early days. It was a validation of us as much as them. At the very least, we had fun with the inevitable debates with our more jaded friends about whether the bands had “sold out” or not.
Because of these experiences, “alternative” as a genre has never made a lot of sense to me. Alternative was a condition, not a sound. Today, it still is not a sound, but it is a genre. And that doesn’t make any sense to me. But it is what it is.
And it is still the music I like. Sure, I spend more time listening, still, to bands that few people have ever heard of, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t still listen to Pearl Jam or U2 from time to time. And the show I mentioned, “The Bottom Forty,” does spend a lot of time playing bottom 40 bands. I’ve heard a lot of great, new music on that show.
Which is why I was a little surprised to see who they were featuring tonight, but I have to live in the world the way it is, not the way I wish it could be.
I may have a functional laptop by now. If not, I’ll just have to leave those files behind. It is time to wrap up my work for the day so I can get to bed at a reasonable hour.
Good night!
