Decided to set up my midi stuff while on hold with NY State of Health this week. This pile of nonsense spewed forth. Yes, it's annoying, but only a couple of samples were cut and pasted. There really were quite a lot of discreet "Please remain on the line" samples. Rather than internalize, I amuse myself and pass my annoyance on to the listener.
[Download NY State of Health MP3]
In case your ears don't work without your eyes, here's Mr. Melon's first attempt at stop motion animation. Turns out it takes alot of work to get it to synchronize, or maybe tools. Who has time for that? Anyway, Socrates makes the case for bottomless pits with Guy Smiley and a guest soloist. Never too old to play with dolls...
Another true story about a bar. I'm sensing a pattern.
Proving rock and roll is not yet dead and demonstrating how it's done; all with a positive attitude. As usual, one of the most entertaining performances in recent history.
This song does not exist.
[Download Fate Tain]
Nels Cline and Julian Lage in support of their new album convincing guitarists everywhere to give up their instrument.
[Nels Cline and Julian Lage at The Egg Swyer Theater]
As no one listens without pictures anymore, the industrious nimble-fingered children at Sounding Stone cobbled together some random trail running iPhone footage to tell the story. Don't worry, it's jiggly on purpose.
[Local Hero video]
You would think more concerts like this would happen given our proximity to New York City. Instead, a recording session at Firehouse 12 and a flight to Argentina brings improvised music from the West Coast. More please...
See similar noises here:
[Melford + Goldberg - Toulouse]
That's right, the Elks Lodge. Mostly family and friends (I am neither) showed up to have minds blown. Very cool. A taste can be found on the KEXP YouTube channel linked under these words.
[Zammuto on KEXP (YouTube)]
Acoustic performance showing off the ridiculous skills of Stuart Duncan, Keith Sewell and Viktor Krauss. Russ Kunkel on drums and John Hagen on cello did not slouch either.
In honor of the 20th anniversary of attempts to write the great American prog-rock-folk-experimental-death-metal-free-jazz-alternative-klezmer-dubstep-turtle-fart song, Bender Melon created a Bandcamp page for those who are afraid of 20th century web logging technology. He obviously has nothing better to do and hopes you don't either.
[Bender Melon Bandcamp page]
No one wants to hear someone complain about the state of the planet... and yet Mr. Melon did it anyway. He's very annoying, but we've got a pretty good deal, why not try to protect it.
The title and tag are stolen from
this movie that everyone ought to place in front of their eyeballs.
Practicing 6ths turned into a thing.
[Lydia's Frappe Door #6]
Arrived at the San Francisco hotel and Josh noticed a tall bald man with a porn mustache. I said "That guy looks like Tony Levin, hey wait, that is Tony Levin, hey wait that's King Crimson!" Josh got out of the car and talked at Tony about our 9th grade Discipline obsession while Jakko Jakszyk and Bill Reiflin squirmed waiting for someone to hurry them off in their black SUV. We turned to let them escape just as Robert Fripp steps out the door clutching a man purse. I stared, he noticed me staring and quickly darted into the waiting escape vehicle before I could demand his signature on my boobs... and so the trip started. We passed the rest of the time in San Francisco meeting up with a friend at 21st Amendment Brewing on Saturday and on Sunday a long walk to but brief immersion in the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival, at which we witnessed performances by Jimmie Dale Gilmour solo on an Airstream fashioned into a stage and Robbie Fulks with a super group of Robbie Gjersoe, Missy Raines (!), and Jenny Scheinman (finally YAY!) while children loudly discussed slaying dragons behind us. Then up 101 to Healdsburg for a week of cycling the Dry Creek, Alexander Valley, Russian River and Sonoma Coast. Beer, wine, food and general enjoyment of life have been documented for your eyeballs here.
Art, wooden bicycles, fancy guitars, picking with friends... oh, and some of the best musicians in the world entertaining a receptive crowd. Good stuff.
Also, Nate was immortalized in a Berkshire Eagle article that documents some resemblance to what actually happened... follow the link below.
[FreshGrass finds its jam at Mass MoCA - Berkshire Eagle