Shot Of Rhythm

[ Friday, August 27, 2004 ]

 

Bash it out

Went with a friend last night to watch his nephew's rock and roll band play at a local bar. The band, called Apparently Nothing, and their set was pretty much exactly what I wanted to hear at that moment. I've been in a heavy rock period lately, and their two-guitars-bass-drums, scream-and-shout style worked perfectly in my headspace. They were also surprisingly tight(being that they're high school kids who've played together for a year-and-a-half), and clearly musically sound in where they were coming from. Plus, they opened their set by ripping through "Fortunate Son," playing it with the fuck-you energy that the song really deserves.

It reminded me of a quote I heard some British dude make in a movie once. The movie was called HYPE!, and it was a documentary about the rise of the Seattle scene in the early-1990s. This guy, who was clearly a generation older than grunge's base audiences, offered up the following statement, approximated here: "You get tired of seeing bands that have 1000 pounds of kit onstage, and 150 keyboards, and 95 samplers, and you say 'This is too much, it's too much noise, it's too many colors, let's go see some bands where they just bash it out.'" Couldn't have put it better myself.

On the box right now: Louis Jordan, THE BEST OF LOUIS JORDAN. Rock and roll might just start here...

Peace...

Dove With Claws [8:02 AM]

[ Wednesday, August 25, 2004 ]

 

Happy birthday...

...to Dr. Bill C. Malone, who turns 70 today. Apart from being the best country music historian I've ever come across, and apart from his hosting of "Back To The Country," the best radio show in Madison (on the great WORT), he's also a friend, mentor and collaborator who continues to teach me things I never thought I could learn. He, and his wonderful wife Bobbie, are wonderful, gracious people, and they brighten whatever surroundings they find themselves in. Here's to you, Dr. Bill.

On the box right now: R. Kelly, U SAVED ME. Not as good as I'd hoped it be. The gospel half of his new double album, it only contains three songs worth a damn, and one of those I'd already heard on a bootleg of the never-released, much better LOVELAND project. Oh well...

Peace...

Dove With Claws [7:25 AM]

[ Tuesday, August 24, 2004 ]

 

Today's news

-I was just sitting in the Wisconsin State Historical Society, working in my capacity as a Research Assistant while looking up articles about the assassination of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. The whole time I'm sitting at this computer terminal, earnestly skimming through list after list of articles that prove tangential at best to either my or my professor/employer's purpose, there's this dude next to me who was talking on Instant Messenger. Now, I truly don't care about people using library computers for "inappropriate" purposes, since I've done this many a time myself, but this particular guy was pretty strange. First of all, he didn't smell too good, and - more importantly - he was really entertained by whatever/whoever he was talking too, since he was repeatedly, and at a surprising frequency, uttering these little half-moan/half-laugh noises. It got really annoying, and I was thankful when I left to go into the microforms room, where I could really get down to business and start throwing microfiche around.

-Great day for new records: Steve Earle, Billy Joe Shaver, Geraint Watkins, R. Kelly, Drive-By Truckers, Jimmy Cliff, plus tributes to The Carter Family and Stephen Foster. Thank God for CD burning...

-Here's to Mike Cepress, who moves to Seattle today to start graduate school.

On the box right now: Geraint Watkins, DIAL "W" FOR WATKINS. A voice straight out of New Orleans, and a sensibility somewhere between smoky Southern soul and barrelhouse boogie-woogie.

Peace...

Dove With Claws [12:14 PM]

[ Monday, August 23, 2004 ]

 

Dear landlord

Now, anyone who has lived in an apartment, rented house, tenement, or other form of non-autonomous housing has their "dumb-ass landlord" stories. While I am certainly no exception, I've been relatively lucky, in that my building is run about as efficiently and expediently as you can imagine. Until, of course, last week, when they decided to tell the phone company that I didn't live there anymore...

I got my most recent phone bill last week. I paid my most recent rent check on August 1st. I didn't - unlike all the people making their exodus around this time - recieve any information from the management company about "check out instructions," or "tips for m0ving" or whatever the hell else they give out. Nonetheless, TDS Metrocom and Madison Property Management have conspired to disconnect my phone, for no other reason than - and this comes from the building manager - "they must've told TDS you don't live here anymore." I've heard of the great Scorcese film ALICE DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE, and the heartbreaking ballad "She Doesn't Live Here Anymore," but never "Hughes Doesn't Live Here Anymore." Despite this, I am now without phone capabilities until at least Wednesday, possibly Thursday or even Friday. UUGGGGGHHHHH...

On the box right now: Mavis Staples, HAVE A LITTLE FAITH. I'll let Miz Mavis soothe my soul with her most recent set of gospel soul.

Peace...

Dove With Claws [1:02 PM]