Friday, October 24, 2008

Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man • The Warfield Theatre • October 24, 2003

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Boris • Slim's • October 18, 2006

Friday, October 17, 2008

B52's • Shoreline Amphitheatre • October 17, 1992

16 years ago. Damn.

Album of the Week

Jolie Holland, The Living And The Dead

The obvious choice this week. Picked up the LP at her show on Wednesday, and it's been on heavy rotation on the iPod and turntable since. My favs are the opener, 'Mexico City', and 'Your Big Hands.' Gotta love the Rolling Stones guitar wafting in and out of the latter song. This is a great album for hitting the road on long drives through dusty desert highways and winding country roads, or just lounging around the house on a sunny afternoon, with the windows open and the curtains flowing in the gentle breeze, dancing barefoot on the kitchen floor.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Jolie Holland • Bimbo's 365 Club • October 15, 2008


It took a while for me to warm up to Jolie Holland's music, but the release of her album Springtime Can Kill You a couple years back made me a fan. So I finally got to see her tonight fronting her new band, and she was radiant. She played cuts off her last 3 albums and a bunch of new ones off her just released The Living And The Dead record. The new material sounded wonderful. There were a few older songs I wish she had played but it didn't happen. Among them is my absolute favorite song of hers, called 'Mexican Blue.' The thoughtful, heartfelt lyrics move me every time I play it.

You're like a saint's song to me
I'll try to sing it pure and easily
You're like a Mexican blue
So bright and clear and pale in the afternoon
I saw you riding on your bike
In a corduroy jacket in the night
Past the hydrangeas that were blooming in the alley
With a galloping dog by your side
When I was hungry you fed me
I don't mean to suggest that I'm like Jesus Christ
Your light overwhelmed me
When I lay beside you sleepless in the night
And when you dreamed my guardian spirits appeared
And the moon stretched out across your little bed
They said they'd started to get worried about me
They were happy we had finally met
We had finally met

A mysterious bird flies away
Seemed to be calling your name
And bounced off the top of a towering pine
And vanished in the drizzling rain
There's a mockingbird behind my house
Who is a magician of the highest degree
And I swear I heard him rip the world apart
And sew it back again with his fiery melody, melody

When you were mad at me I didn't care
And I just loved you all the same
And I waited for the wind to push the hurricane
Out to sea, and the sun could shine again
Oh I don't mean to give you advice
Its just like Delia said, "Oh, Jesus Christ"
Just don't get so high you leave the ground
Everything is so much better when you're around
Just don't float so high you drift away
Stand tall, with your feet on the ground
I love your songs, I love your sound
Everything is so much better when you're around

When the moon is as clear as an opal
And the amethyst river sings a song
I'll remember all the dreams and the mysteries
You have borne in your crystalline soul
That you sing from your golden throat
That you shine from your sparkling eyes
That you feel from the goddess in your thighs

You're like a saint's song to me
I'll try to sing it pure and easily
You're like a Mexican blue
So bright and clear and pale in the afternoon
In the afternoon

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

I've Got A Surprise for YOU, Cracker Jack...

...your 'secret toy surprises' suck donkey balls, brah. Seriously. The last time I picked up a box of Cracker Jacks was about 2 years ago, just because I was curious to see what kind of toy surprises kids get these days. I fish out the familiar white packet from the box, eagerly tear it open and what do I get? A shitty photo of a dog, printed in wrapping paper type stock, maybe a little bigger than a postage stamp. It's not even a fucking toy! My friends open their 'prizes' and are the unfortunate recipients of the same lousy mutt. Actually I think one of them got a different pooch, but you get the idea. I remember reading somewhere on the photo 'collect all 5!' Uh, no thanks morons. I guess sometime between 1979 and the present day the douche bags at Borden just stopped giving a shit. What a travesty. Below are TRUE Cracker Jack prizes from the late 70s that kids today have regrettably missed out on.

















Nine Inch Nails • Henry J. Kaiser Arena • October 14, 1994


This is one of my favorite shows ever: NIN touring in support of The Downward Spiral album, which is one of my favorite records of the 90s. They opened with 'Mr. Self-Destruct' and pretty much tore the roof off the house with that first number alone. The rest was just fucking phenomenal. 'March Of The Pigs' was about a million times better live, as were older songs like 'Sin', and 'Hurt' was a beautiful, tortuous disaster-piece (that's a good thing).
This was also one the of loudest shows I've attended. I had ear plugs but I swear I could still feel the decibels pounding my poor eardrums. I've never felt anything like that before or since, and I don't ever want to!