Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Collected Thoughts 03-31-09



  • This is precisely the kind of movie I want to see. Cat Shit One:



  • Here's a great read on why advertising will fail. If the ongoing digital revolution leads to a people's over-throwing of corporate power (and it is my opinion that is precisely what is taking place) then it will do so by vaporizing the only method of monetization that old-thinking corporate greed knows: traditional forms of adverts. The money quote:

    "...simple commercial messages, pushed through whatever medium, in order to reach a potential customer who is in the middle of doing something else, will fail. It’s not that we no longer need information to initiate or to complete a transaction; rather, we will no longer need advertising to obtain that information."

Interview with Gooseberries photographer Sterling Andrews


On April 4th Los Angeles-based photographer Sterling Andrews releases her photo collection Gooseberries, and this Thursday April 2nd is the launch party at The Center for the Arts in Eagle Rock.

Gooseberries is a sort of mass-produced portfolio that features photographs of some of Los Angeles' finest indie rock. The pictures are beautiful.

Photographing musical artists outside of a performance context is not unlike taking audio recordings of paintings. Adapting the message of a musician to a purely visual medium while maintaining the integrity of the artist-subject is no small task, and with these photos Andrews has done it marvelously. By inserting the bands in semi-real fantasy worlds with subtle and twisted cues to the fully-real world we inhabit, she takes the observer on the same kind of emotional journey that one takes on when they listen to song; you can really explore these images.

I had the pleasure of attending parts of the Le Switch and Death to Anders photoshoots for Gooseberries and am happy to present to you a brief interview with Sterling Andrews herself.


What's a Gooseberry?




I sat-in on a couple photoshoots... you're so congenial in conversation but then use such a firm, dictorial tone once the shoot begins. What's behind your method of barking orders? How does it help you shape the photo?

Method? I don't know that it's a method, really. I just knew what I wanted to see, and I tend to work really fast, so maybe that came off as 'barking orders.' But I try to keep it fun; we work for twenty minutes or so, have a drink, work for another twenty minutes... by the time the shoot ends, everyone's tipsy and warm and silly and they just go with it.

How did you find all these great props? How did you match the props to the bands?

People give me strange things all the time ("I have this dress from 1927 that I found in my grandmother's closet - do you want it?") and I borrow things from friends and family members who collect weird objects. My friend Michael has this amazing house in Calabasas that's brimming with antiques and bizarre finds from around the world. He's helped me out quite a bit.


All of these photos have a very cohesive, fantasy-like theme with them. What inspired that and what were the challenges in achieving it?

I'd been looking at a lot of poster art from the turn of the century - works from artists like Orazi and Mucha - and I've always been fascinated by the robust, inert portraiture that was popular in the 17th and 18th centuries. Of course, posing people in positions that are so stiff and static can be a bit uncomfortable, so I make sure there's good music playing, and we take breaks and have drinks every so often.


Lastly, what do you hope people take away from the book?

I feel as if the importance of the tactile experience is waning in the digital age; remember what it was like to buy a record and tear it open to reveal photos or fold-outs or fun surprises included in the packaging? This project is sort of an ode to that. I didn't want to make just another coffee table book; Gooseberries is a collection of loose prints in a gatefold LP sleeve, and the included DVD is mounted on a hand-painted vinyl 12". Open it up, pull it apart, have fun with it; that's what it's for!


Gooseberries Launch Party

Thursday, April 2nd
Afternoons (11:15)
Golden Gram (10:15)
Le Switch (9:15)
One Trick Pony (8:15)

The Center for the Arts, Eagle Rock
2225 Colorado Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90041
Doors at 7:30
21+
NO COVER
RSVP: info@eeniemeenie.com

Monday, March 30, 2009

Collected Thoughts 03-30-09

  • And somewhere an Archers of Loaf fan is outraged. And no Grandaddy or Modest Mouse, but fucking Vivian Girls?! They also got the wrong Ted Leo and Jawbreaker records.
  • Weiss made me dig-out my copy of This or That. If you want to dig-into the excellent production aesthetic of late-90's hip-hop then that is your starting point.
  • The greatest band ever assembled!

  • I also saw I Love You Man over the weekend. I loved it. It's refreshing to see a comedy that is neither chiefly concerned with sex nor does it chiefly feature Will Ferrell screeching and acting like a jackass. It was funny, clever, and fairly distinctive. I would watch Paul Rudd in anything, even child porn.
  • As I am sure you've seen, I'm selling-off my old Legos. Next after that is the comic books. Then the Star Wars Collection. Finally, action figures.

SXSW Field Report: Fol Chen

[Hey Classical Geek Thespians, another tardily-posted SXSW field report an account of me. ~Mouse]


Since I couldn't go to SXSW this year I invited a handful of bands to submit "field reports" of their SXSW experience. This one comes from LA experimental popsters Fol Chen.



"Dear Classical Geek Theatre:

"Attached please find a photograph of Phat Jeph enjoying a free manicure after the Fol Chen show at the Beauty Bar in Austin, Texas on Wednesday, March 18, 2009. Melissa Thorne also received a manicure that night, but no photographic evidence remains. Please take my word on it.

"That was our second show of the day. Our first show was the Terrorbird/Forcefield party at Red 7, at which I think we scared some people with our new outfits (and by "scared" I mean "convinced them that we are morons"). Here is some video of us performing "No Wedding Cake," shot by Avtar of Ladies and Gents (who also stars in our "Cable TV" video with her boyfriend, Chris).




Yours truly,
Samuel Bing
Fol Chen"


Saturday, March 28, 2009

Lego Cornucopia for Sale - $550

The entire collection stored.


I'm unloading my Legos. Any readers in the LA-area who may be interested should email me at the address on the right pane. (Original CL listing)


Lego Bonanza!

I am selling my enormous Lego collection. These are the pieces from the collections my cousin and myself acquired over the years. This is an excellent buy for a hardcore collector seeking older, rare pieces; an entrepreneur who wants to assemble the sets to sell on eBay for a profit; or a parent wanting to give their lucky kid the power to build worlds!

Highlights of the collection include over 338 figures (head + torso count), over 105 castle wall pieces, over 82 castle corner pieces, complete sets (within 99.9%) of the first three original Pirate ships (plus parts from an additional, probably incomplete Black Seas Barracuda), the Ice Planet Deep Freeze Defender, and more.

All pieces have been played with. The majority of the pieces are in good condition. Some white pieces have faded and other pieces, like a few of the pirate flags, have been chipped.

My cousin’s collection featured predominantly Castle and Town Legos from the early 1980s to the early 1990's. I have no building instructions from his collection and a handful of pieces show BB gun damage. I acquired his collection in the late 90's and took care of them since.

I took care of my own pieces much better, which I collected mostly from the mid 1980s to the mid 1990s. Bellow is the list of building instructions I still have; the collection includes at the very least the following complete (within 99.9%) sets:


Set # - Genre - SubGroup - Set Name

8042 -Technic - none -Universal Pneumatic Set
8810 -Technic - none - Café Racer
8838 - Technic - none - Shock Cycle

7121 - Star Wars - Episode I Naboo Swamp***
7126 - Star Wars - Episode I Battle Droid Carrier***

1477 - Town - Race - (unnamed race car)
6355 - Town - none - Derby Trotter
6358 - Town - none - Snorkel Squad
6675 - Town - none - Road and Trail 4x4
6677 - Town - none - Motocross Racing
6679 - Town - Nautica - Dark Shark

6018 - Castle - Black Falcons - Battle Dragon
6024 - Castle - Black Knights - Black Monarch's Ghost
6042 - Castle - Crusaders - Dungeon Hunters
1480 - Castle - Crusaders - King's Catapult
6060 - Castle - Crusaders - Knight's Challenge
6071 - Castle - Forestmen - Forestmen's Crossing
6054 - Castle - Forestmen - Forestmen's Hideout
6075 - Castle - Wolf Pack - Wolf Pack Tower
6038 - Castle - Wolf Pack - Wolf Pack Renegades

6876 - Space - Blacktron I - Alienator (x2)
1579 - Space - Blacktron II - (unnamed space flier)
6887 - Space - Blacktron II - Allied Avenger
6981 - Space - Blacktron II - Ariel Intruder
6812 - Space - Blacktron II - Grid Trekkor (x2)
6896 - Space - Blacktron II - Invader
6832 - Space - Blacktron II - Super Nova II
6808 - Space - Classic - Galaxy Trekkor
6810 - Space - Classic - Laser Ranger
6827 - Space - Classic - Strata Scooter
6850 - Space - Futron - Auxiliary Patroller
6875 - Space - Futron - Hover Craft (x2)
6879 - Space - Ice Planet - Blizzard Baron
6834 - Space - Ice Planet - Celestial Sled
6973 - Space - Ice Planet - Deep Freeze Defender***
6814 - Space - Ice Planet - Ice Tunnelator
1478 - Space - M-Tron - (unnamed moon buggy)
6833 - Space - M-Tron - Beacon Tracer
6896 - Space - M-Tron - Celestial Forager
6923 - Space - M-Tron - Particle Ionizer
6811 - Space - M-Tron - Pulsar Charger
6877 - Space - M-Tron - Vector Detector
6831 - Space - Space Police I - Message Decoder
6886 - Space - Space Police I - Peace Keeper
6897 - Space - Space Police II - Rebel Hunter

6271 - Pirates - Imperial Guards - Imperial Flagship
6267 - Pirates - Imperial Guards - Lagoon Lock-Up***
1729 - Pirates - Pirates - Barnacle Bay
6285 - Pirates - Pirates - Black Seas Barracuda***
6257 - Pirates - Pirates - Castaways's Raft (x)
1481 - Pirates - Pirates - Desert Island
6270 - Pirates - Pirates - Forbidden Island***
6273 - Pirates - Pirates - Rock Island Refuge
6260 - Pirates - Pirates - Shipwreck Island
6258 - Pirates - Pirates - Smuggler's Shanty
6274 - Pirates - Soldiers - Caribbean Clipper***
6265 - Pirates - Soldiers - Sabre Island

***most parts separated from collection into individual bags


Unless listed as being separated from the main collection, basic building pieces (and some specialty pieces) are sorted by color. All figure-related pieces are sorted by type (head, torso, legs, headwear, weapons, etc). Specialty castle and pirate pieces (rock walls, bridges, wagon wheels, etc) have also been sorted into one bag. All pieces are well-sorted, but not perfectly sorted; some minifigs may be in basic parts bins, etc.

Buyer purchases the collection as-is, though I am reasonably certain that all pieces to the listed sets are included.

I’m asking $550. If someone were to assemble the sets with instructions and sell complete sets and residual pieces on eBay I believe the collection could fetch $800.

Of course you may inspect the collection, which is located in Echo Park, before purchasing.




Collected Thoughts 03-27-09

  • Here's some weekend plans for you: go see The Fuxedoes on Sunday night at Spaceland. Trust me.
  • Since I bitched and moaned about a lack of Swoon pre-release material, it is only fair that I plug this beautiful little morsel:



SXSW Field Report: The Boxing Lesson 03/21/09

[Sorry this is late, ya'll. The error is mine. --Mouse]

Since I couldn't go to SXSW this year I invited a handful of bands to submit "field reports" of their SXSW experience. Here's our fifth report from
The Boxing Lesson, written by singer / guitarist Paul Waclawsky. (Read parts One, Two, Three, and Four.)


The Boxing Lesson L to R: Kevin Sparks, Jaylinn Davidson, Ryan Cano (manager), Paul Waclawsky. Photo by Victoria Cecilia from Gliss.


I woke up on Sunday feeling really great. We survived our ambitious schedule and managed to have a ton of fun in the meantime. We saw Dead Confederate on Saturday at the Side Bar and I woke up with one of their haunting songs in my head. Damn....I had a wild night hanging with some old and new friends all over Austin!

We were set to play our final show of SXSW at the Austin Art Garage at 4p and it was evident that we were all moving slow. Jaylinn and I rolled over to the show with the gear to hang out early and watch Gliss start the day off. The stage was in the direct sun and Gliss ran through a breezy set of the new material off their new album, Devotion Implosion, that kept us all super cool and complimented the scene there perfectly. There was live art going on and an impressive gallery where local (and somewhat affordable) works were on display. At this point, I'm so sick of being in the sun. I adorn my hoodie t-shirt and pull off the unibomber look for the rest of the afternoon keeping the sun off my red neck and head.

We got to finally visit with Gliss and Marty taught me some yoga moves to help me get centered before playing. I'm so restless from going non-stop and from playing multiple shows a day for days in a row and I have a stiff back from the constant gear I've picking up and carrying around. The yoga moves help and I feel like I caught my second wind.

Two local bands that I hadn't seen before played next. Crash Gallery slammed through their set picking up the pace on an absolutely gorgeous Austin day followed by Magnet School [Editor: "Magnet School" is a great band name.] whose midwestern shoegaze was aggressive, dynamic, sweet and toneful. There was a great crowd out and I saw a lot of local friends who stopped by for the show, the art and the free beer.

We ripped through a 25 minute set in the hot sun giving it all we had once last time. My new space echo tape that I changed a week before is really starting to break in now and my guitar is screaming. I just love playing outdoors. It's such a rush. We ended with a new psychedelic backwards guitar and Moog improv rock out which just about does the three of us in completely!

Following us is the main event, a local Austin band from before I lived here called Pop Unknown were playing their last show ever (?). I recognized a bunch of the guys from the Beauty Bar. By now, we are really celebrating with our friends, getting dehydrated and extremely hungry.

Two songs into the UK act, Out from Animals, my body starts to give out and my knees get weak. Their blend of sounds would normally been magnetic to me I'm sure but it is clear to me that it is time to go eat and go sleep. It was a beautiful way to end the long week! I'm kinda sad it's over but hopefully we'll see all our friends again on tour this summer... until next time.

--Paul Waclawsky, The Boxing Lesson


Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Collected Thoughts 03-25-09

  • Alright. I'm going to see The Pains of Being Pure at Heart at Spaceland next week. I'm extremely distrustful of this band. The critical praise screams "flavor of the year" and as, ya'll know, super-pro vinyl acts earn a groan from His Bloggership.

    Here is a band with so many indiepop references and nods to their predecessors that I am reminded of Kevin Smith film characters that name-drop Star Wars for no sensible reason other than to prove nerd cred; the aura PoBPaH are willfully emanating suggests a troubling self-consciousness and calculated image, like something needs proving. (Unaffected vocals! Music video shot on super 8!)

    (To their credit, PoBPaH first hit my radar maybe a year ago when Marion Hodges was singing their praises. They impressed a lot of smart listeners before Pitchfork got wind.)

    Like all C86-influenced acts (of which there are too many imitators), I am looking for either 1) innovation not imitation or 2) an amazing live energy. If neither is there, I'm unimpressed.

    Anyways, I really like a couple of their songs. Most of the songs I've heard are so-so and at this juncture I'd rather listen to The Mezzanine Owls. I've heard mixed things about the PoBPaH live show. If I love their live show I'll probably be pushed into the fan status. File under: "Wants to like, will wait and see."
  • Rockville, CA Episodes 5 and 6 are up. (I can't believe I went back. I'm sorry.)

    They're not terrible -- or at least, not as terrible as the launch episodes.

    Just about everything is a notch or two up above the four launch episodes. Most notably, the music is featured better. During episode 5 I even caught myself being accidentally entertained. I think the "guest character + regular character plot movement" per every episode is the way to go on shortform internet shows.

    It's still absurdly removed from the reality of LA indie rock (The ditzy west side girls thought the crowd looked like "Warped Tour extras". Uh, what?) but maybe it's salvageable?

    Last thought: I'm pro-legalization and all, but does a Myspace-sponsored show really need to feature two characters smoking weed? And how can these characters have a private conversation in the bathroom without strangers coming in and out?
  • "Cut with me if you want to live!"

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

SXSW Field Report: The Boxing Lesson 03/21/09

Since I couldn't go to SXSW this year I invited a handful of bands to submit "field reports" of their SXSW experience. Here's our fourth report from The Boxing Lesson, written by drummer Kevin Sparks. (Read parts One, Two, and Three.)


The Boxing Lesson press photo.


"We had a lot of fun Friday night, so we were all pretty tired when we arrived at our noon show at Bill's Place in some enchanted dreamland forest or whatever. There was no one there. Make that tired and pissed. Just an abandoned shack and a small PA with some drums. Paul said there was an old man harassing him about playing rock music, but I'm inclined to believe that it was just a g-g-ghost or Mr. Miller trying to scare everyone away so he could have the drums to himself. I never saw that old man myself. All of this was in a wooded area with a smoldering fire (aka sacrificial altar) nearby. Needless to say, things were getting creepy, so we ditched ol' Bill's. At least our cars started.

"We headed downtown to catch the Zenith Fuzzbomb show, and somehow found a parking spot and free BBQ. It's still early in the day, so we weren't completely barraged with the awful wailing of 500 bands on 6th Street playing simultaneously. I love SXSW and understand that it's mostly a music festival. I just wish that all the bars would realize that they don't have to keep all their doors and windows wide open while Cannibal Corpse is playing at Coyote Ugly, and some sensitive acoustic drab is competing for volume at the place next door, while some guy keeps yelling about "One dollar shots!" and 100 people aggressively offer me free CD's like I'm David Geffen.

"It was nice that we didn't have to deal with it for a short while.

"I didn't want to run my card for a $20 minimum at the bar, so I hit up the world's most expensive ATM instead. Those of you who live in Austin or made it to SXSW probably know which one I'm talking about. The jackass ATM in front of Room 710. Yeah, the one with the million dollar service fee. I hate that machine. After throwing $5 in the garbage, Fuzzbomb brought the rock, and the day is getting better now. I'm still scheming to find a way to get Brian's guitar amp to become mine again. He and I have a long history together.

"I hoped to squeeze Dead Confederate into my currently hectic schedule, and managed to catch about 3 songs, and the guitarist I only know as Two Buck Chuck wearing a sweet shirt with puppies on it. The first time I met this guy was in Arizona, wearing a unicorn shirt. When Jaylinn asked what the deal was with him and animal shirts, he simply replied, "I like animals". That guy's so cool.

"My friend Phil (Mr. Lewis and the Funeral 5) and I were now on our way to what we thought would be the main event of the day: Frodus reunion show at the Radio Room. I never had the chance to see these guys in the 90's, so I was super pumped. We didn't have to wait long for them to go on, and it was just as awesome as I thought it would be. They closed the show with a cover of Devo's "Explosions", and Jonathan Ford of Unwed Sailor appeared on the stage and seemed to inspire nothing but pure havoc in the band, as I was hit in the head with a folding chair, and Phil absorbed a mic stand to the jaw. No one was hurt, and we had a great time.

"We had already seen quite a bit of action by 5pm, so we headed to a restaurant that I shall not name to rest. And we would have rested, had our friends in Izzy the Eskimo not been there. Instead, we drank margaritas, smoked too many cigarettes, while Steve harassed our poor waitress for about two or three hours, and Nigel (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLreTpnUWX8&feature=related) had worked his way into a table of five or six girls.

"Somewhere in all that, I think we missed a show we were supposed to play..... We took our shenanigans over to Side Bar and did more of the same. Mike and I discussed Ringo's dark secret, which shall remain a secret. Later on, Nigel called Lemmy to set up a game of Ms. Pac-Man between the two of us, but he didn't answer. Yes, that Lemmy. Shortly after this, everyone mysteriously disappeared and I took Ryan over to Red 7 for my second round of Frodus.

"Upon arriving there, we discover that the show is running behind schedule. That's cool. We just didn't know that it was almost 2 hours behind schedule. I'm ready to rock, so I grab a couple beers and drink away. I met and talked to Jonathan Ford. We had some Makers and talked about his current band, and eventually Frodus hit the stage. The show was so loud, I had to make the most of it. I rocked like it was the end of the world, and they closed with "Explosions" again. This time, however, Jonathan pulled me up on stage to sing the song with them. AAAMMMMYYYYYGOOOODDDDTHISISSSAWESOME!! After a chorus, I jumped back down and started punching the stage monitors because this was way too cool. Well, Jonathan pulled me back up and told me that I deserved to be up there with them, or something like that. Holy shit!

"We finished the song, and I told everybody how awesome they were, and went about finding my way home. This is what SXSW is all about. However, I'm not looking forward to tomorrow's show."

Frodus:



--Kevin Sparks, The Boxing Lesson

Clarification: The Movies are going nowhere.

As I wrote on Monday, after last Friday night the future of The Movies was a little ambiguous. I didn't hear back from the band before I needed the show review to go up (it was pre-programmed for an out of town engagement), but they did message me later yesterday and I just now saw it. It read:


"We're re-grouping, not breaking up. Thanks for checking the facts!

All Best,
JG"


There you have it. Of course it will surely be worth the wait.

Collected Thoughts 03-24-09

  • Though SXSW is over, I still have a few SXSW Field Reports that came in late and I will be running them the rest of the week. If that's okay with ya'll, that is.
  • After Ticketbastard fees, tickets to see Silversun Pickups at The Glasshouse are $33 a piece. There's no announced LA date (no doubt due to the Coachella proximity clause). It is incredibly annoying (and impossible to believe) that "Panic Switch" is not a free download, or even available to pay to download, a mere twenty days before Swoon is released. There have been almost no interviews or previews in the dinosaur press or on blogs. (I am aware of two, video segments with MTV and Spin.) Messages from the band on their myspace page have been cryptic and uninforming.

    This is not mystique, it is fan alienation.

    Planned leaks (perhaps a track or two on Gorilla vs. Bear) a pre-album release music video, etc... these are part of the experience now. A month before an album is released the listener should be able to listen to the single whenever they want to on the iPod, in the car -- not just when KROQ plays it. This is how music fans get excited to purchase. Fans need to interact with their artist more regularly and in new ways these days; purchasing a record no longer constitutes a musical experienace in and of itself.

    You know what happens to fans when they want something and have no bread crumbs to satiate themselves? They get currious and start searching for torrents. As a fan myself, it is frustrating not to have a normal ramp-up to the album's release and it makes me less excited for the band's Coachella set.
  • I said this on Twitter a while back... now that Jimmy Chamberlain has left Smashing Pumpkins, Billy Corgan has become my generation's Axl Rose. I was a huge 'Pumpkins kid and still think Siamese Dream was probably the best all-around record of the 1990s. (Unleash the commenters! I'm sure most readers wouldn't even put it in a top 25. That's okay.) I will still hope for a real 'Pumpkins reunion with Billy, Jimmy, James, and any bassist of their choosing. One day...
  • I re-watched Once Upon a Time in the West over the weekend and it is still one of my all-time five favorite movies and, in my estimation, one of the three or so best-crafted films ever made. Every time I watch it I think a different actor (out of Bronson, Fonda, and Robards) steals the film.

SXSW Field Report: The Boxing Lesson 03/20/09

Since I couldn't go to SXSW this year I invited a handful of bands to submit "field reports" of their SXSW experience. Here's our third report from The Boxing Lesson, written by keys / synth player Jaylinn Davidson. (Read parts One and Two.)


"Before I get started on Friday's adventure, let me say one thing about FREE PANTS. Not only were they free, but they were also tailored. Wow. Wow. Wow. Never have any pants fit like the FREE PANTS do. No less than ten compliments upon them. Way to go Levi's. Advertising at it's finest.

"Onward.

"The Boxing Lesson's 3rd annual SXSW day party was by far the most incredible we've hosted yet. Hats off to Paul and Ryan for booking one hell of a day at Guero's Oak Garden.

"The sunny, breezy Austin afternoon was a perfect setting for our buddies, The Calm Blue Sea to kick off the day with a sonic assault that both created and destroyed. I mean that in the most awesome of ways.

"Next up was The Sleepover Disaster. We shared the stage with the gents in Fresno and they blew our minds. First with their music, then with their hospitality, then with breakfast, then the Fresno Zoo, then the kitty piano, then the sweet zombie flick... I could go on and on. .. . Not only did they make sweet shoegaze music then, they killed it again at Guero's. Go check them out now. Seriously. They are awesome. In my opinion, they had the standout bass tone of the day.

"Somehow we were still on schedule when it was time for Starfucker. H O L Y S H I T they were sofa king dope. Two turntables and a microphone and that wasn't all..... Sweet gear, catchy tunes, and super talented dudes. Blew me away. I danced. I drank. I cheered. I danced. I envied their ability to wear such hip shades.

"Our good buddy Nardo showed up with Ben Pringle from The Rentals and his new band Yearbook Pictures. They were just in time for Built By Snow, one of my favorite local bands who is set to blow. (DUCK!!!!) BBS loves the Rentals, and actually cover "Friends of P". Needless to say, they played their hearts out for one of their idols. I stood next to Ben during a portion of their set and he was very impressed. As was the other 100 people in the Oak Garden at that time!

"As Superdrag took the stage, the Garden filled to capacity. This was to be their first SXSW show as they had missed all their other shows due to bad weather on their way to Austin. They rocked so hard for every super-fan and newcomer in the audience. No one could believe that the show was free and that they were really seeing one of their favorite bands so up close and personal....

"As we helped Superdrag unload through the Hobbit door off the stage, I met Heisenflei of The Pity Party. Her and I shared one of the most interesting conversations about poo, elongated nipples, a human tail, multi-tasking and Fecal Shock. Then she got on stage and showed everyone that she freakin' rocks... One hand playing drums, one hand driving the synth bass, two feet keeping perfect time. M, the guitarist RIPPED. Period.

"Another LA band, The Happy Hollows followed up The Pity Party. Happy Hollows is another band that we played with at Spaceland while on tour. I remember Sarah and Charlie being so awesome in LA, and yep – they are awesome. So nice, and so rockin. Sarah's sweet face directly in contrast with her hard rockin guitar playin, her shakin head, her fierce voice. It's a winning combination.

"By the time The Upsidedown started, I was feeling pretty good. After three 13 hour days and several shows ourselves, I had started to drag ass around 5:00. We were only ten minutes behind schedule (and I know this is awesome because we personally showed up to two shows that were over two hours behind) and I was about three beers (+) into the day. YAY! His voice is like a velvet painting of Elvis. Smooth, dark, dirty and sweet.

"Up next, Wax Fang. My new favorite band. Salty rock and roll dripped from your little sister's pink Sunday dress drum kit adorned with the a stuffed lion's head. A stuffed lion's head that rocked to every kick. RAD. Don't think that lion's head was alone up there. No Siree. There was an abnormally large My Little Pony (with a pink wig) on the bass rig. There was a Mardi Gras mask shoved in between the two racks. There were two of the biggest amps Fender made in the 70s – the Quad Reverb and the Super 6. Add to that fist-pumping, dirt-stomping, head-banging rock and fucking roll.....!!!!

"I should have stopped drinking at this point, but it was too damn fun. And the vibe for me turned into that of a “regular” show – I was a mere one band away from my time slot.. Time to get mentally prepared. Time for Tito's.

"Hopewell from Brooklyn took the stage and channeled the space rock from the cosmos to cantina. I heard this entire set from the other side of the Hobbit door – which was the parking lot behind the Oak Garden. Paul and I had tried to keep this area coned off all day from public parking in order to save the spots for the bands. That was a losing battle for us. Apparently, no body gives a damn about orange cones.

"Hopewell killed it and now it was our turn!!! No matter how exhausted my body gets, when it's time to rock something happens. The energy comes from somewhere other than the physical. It's pretty cool. Something else takes over and my fingers know what to do. My feet know what to do. And I get to just jam out from the best seat in the house. It's so fun to play at Guero's. I look forward to it every SXSW.

"Next thing I know, Muerta is over and people are everywhere and clapping. There was even a Perry Ferrell sighting with some hot young vixen on his arm, according to the S. Congress Sewing Circle. I see a lot of familiar faces and lot of strangers. I had on my Bass Master hat (pronounced like the instrument, not the fish) while we played and didn't really notice how crowded it had gotten. Awesome.



"We loaded out and our good friends, Gliss got ready to take the stage. They stay with us whenever they are in Austin, yet we rarely get to hang out with them. We are like two rock and roll party boats passing in the night. Not this night though. We both got to enjoy each other's set. I wish I had a camera so I could take Victoria's picture as much as she takes everyone else's!!! She is so cute. We love Gliss. We can't wait to see them again in May. Oh – and play some more shows together.

"Still only ten minutes behind and getting ready to take the stage is Izzy the Eskimo. Stephen Gilmour is a rock and roll legend. I don't care who knows or doesn't. Period. He lives and plays to the fullest, and has amazing guitar tone. How can you not have great tone with an ear and gear like he has? He jammed, he (as Paul puts it) prayed to his amp. He ran his Gibsons through an Echoplex and some custom Pete Cornish pedals and into a sweet vintage Orange amp. Consensus of the night: There is no delay like Real tape delay.

Meow.

--Jaylinn Davidson, The Boxing Lesson

Regarding The Jonas Brothers

Joe Jonas displays his package while brothers Kevin and Nick play with their instruments in a way that would make even Freud blush.


I am angry that I am writing about The Jonas Brothers on this blog.

I am angry because their existence as a "musicians" does not deserve recognition. 'N Sync was a manufactured "band," but they also made adult pop songs (if aimed at teens), several of its members displayed exceptional vocal talent (Timberlake especially, of course) and their existence in pop canon can be justified. At the time, as a teenager listening to late 90's "socially conscious" hip-hop, I hated 'N Sync. As a thoughtful adult today, their legitimacy is obvious.

But the Jonas Brothers are worse, a cultural sin of much greater, more significant magnitude. If 'N Sync was a punk rocker's Abu Ghraib then The Jonas Brothers are the punk rocker's Auschwitz. They were bred in the Corporate Disney Clone Vats. Their music is unadult and yet mainstream media outlets cover them as though they were U2. They represent some of the worst hypocrisy of our society.

The subtext of The Jonas Brothers is an American morality horror. They were child performers at single-digit ages, indicating the tradition of greedy parents who use their children to obtain a fortune and vindicate their own professional failures in adult life. The Jonas Brothers wear purity rings, an ignorant contrivance of the same backwards, healthy sexual attitude-damning, radical evangelical culture that champions Purity Balls, a twisted ceremony where a father asserts his dominion over a daughter's virginity and sexual freedom until a time of his choosing. The life of a Jonas Brother is never publicly presented to their fans as anything other than a life of material wealth and glamor. (And in fact, they reportedly made $62 million dollars in 2008.) And nothing about The Jonas Brothers suggests the rich ethnic diversity of America.

The Jonas Brothers are a flagship weapon in the culture wars. They feign conservative social values while romping around the bizarre hyper-sexual Disney meta-verse where young kids dress like Madonna and Mick Jagger and live the rock n' roll lifestyle, promising to America's young, malleable minds a life of glamor and cool that can never be obtained, while diverting these child automatons from healthy creative engagement, imaginative play, and intelligent thought.

(This is the same sexual dynamic that occurs when Ann Coulter flashes leg while decrying sexual promiscuity, or when Fox News is so horrified at a "disgusting" sexual photo or video clip that they decide to show it to you over, and over, and over.)

Little girls' hands innocently reach toward the Jonas Brothers' crotches.


The ubiquity of the Jonas Brothers is so enormous that parents are left with little choice but to submit or ostracise their child. The Jonas Brothers, Hannah Montana and The Cheetah Girls (The Pussycat Dolls for tweens) are the only mainstream option for preteens to participate in rock culture and though I am focusing on the way this is damaging to young girls, let it be said that Disney's hyper-sexed musical offerings and the confusing sexual message they carry are no less dangerous to young boys.

Disney is selling sex to kids, pretending they're not, and making a fortune while forcing their audience into cultural bankruptcy. South Park covered it quite well:







When I saw South Park's dressing-down of The Jonas Brothers I did not for a minute believe that the Jonas Brothers sprayed their fans with white foam canons. I just assumed that was a hyperbolic joke of sorts, an outrageous caricature.

Oh, no. It is quite real:





My mind reels trying to accept that as reality. It is Idiocracy made true, something that should come from the sick and twisted minds of Warren Ellis or Grant Morrison and presented in fiction, not a factual reality.

After subtly massaging the budding sexual urges of thousands of pre-teen worshipers who have worked themselves into a lusty frenzy, The Jonas Brothers ejaculate their horrid metaphor into the gaping maws of their Hannah Montana harem who have now completed their souls, having received the warm, foamy jism of their young male slavemasters.

And the hyper-conservative adults who were outraged -- outraged! -- that the word "SEX" might have appeared for a half-second in The Lion King look on with glowing approval and happily shell-out hundreds of dollars to provide their kids with "wholesome" entertainment. At it's core this is no less sexual or subversive than commercial hip-hop, but you know, it's not... (whispers) black.

The problem is not that The Jonas Brothers are making their young fans sexually aware; I would praise The Rolling Stones for accomplishing the same feat. (And doing so with important music that displayed exceptional proficiency and intelligence.)

Quite the contrary; teenage life is sexual emergence and rock music often times is sex. The problem is that The Jonas Brothers conceal sexuality under the guise of sex-free fun.

When the Rolling Stones came to prominence (when the music mattered) there was no purity pretense to their promiscuous metaphors. They may have been lyrically subtle as to pass censorship, but there was no question as to what Mick Jagger was about. The Rolling Stones (and most other, real rock bands) confronted sexuality with honesty, a moral trait that supercedes any kind of sexual restraint. They took a part in a sexual revolution that has led to a liberation and better understanding of our sexual nature.

The Jonas Brothers are lighting sexual fires with ignorant sparks, hypocritically extinguishing the flames of knowledge, the wealth of understanding we have about ourselves as sexual beings. The 'Stones never once sold a lie. The Jonas Brothers have sold their fans the world -- their fans' world, their bodies, their minds, their souls. And Disney's young stars have made a promise that no purity ring can keep.

Broken Remotes - Boxer's Arm



While the vast majority of Los Angeles music mutants expunged themselves to Austin's scorched earth last week, Los Angeles-based JAXART Records snuck-out a new digital single from The Broken Remotes.

The Boxer's Arm Single includes the titular track and a B-side, "Last Resort," a poppy indie romp. But "Boxer's Arm" is the song that makes the sale. It succeeds in being subtly cinematic and succinctly sincere. Both tracks are mixtape mana and they take on new meaning when played loud.

You can try both tracks on for size at the Broken Remotes' myspace page, and purchase them now on iTunes or eMusic.

Monday, March 23, 2009

The Movies (last show ever?) and Gena Rowlands Band @ Where 03-20-09

Friday night was the last night of the Exposure gallery show featuring the photographic works of rock photogs Simon Cardoza, Benjamin Hoste, and Koga. Due to conflicts it was the first night I got to really attend.


Opening act Gena Rowlands Band played a really splendid songwriter set. The band is the project of D.C. native Bob Massey and while larger incarnations would feature jazzier dimensions (the recorded material would make Ben Folds proud), this was a coffeeshop set featuring Massey and a viola player.

GRB deployed clever cue cards that informed the audience the titles of the songs they played. The songs themselves were lyrically of note; Massey writes songs about people. It's not rocket science; people like listening to songs about people. Massey gets it.

(Last thought: Someone pair this band with One Trick Pony.)




Timothy James began his acoustic set deadpanning "Jessica is in San Francisco. She left me." Twenty five minutes later he ended the set sincerely uttering "This is our last show ever. Thank you guys."

In between James and Movies bassist Marcos Lopez meandered through a handful of the songs James has written over the years. The set was short (James had to work that night), understated, and subdued. Denouement.

Was that really The Movies' last show? Oh hell, who knows. Probably not. I didn't get a chance to ask. And even if it was supposed to be, there's always room for a sequel.

[UPDATE! I reached out to the band and had not gotten a response before this post was programmed. Their response came shortly after. --Mouse 03-24-09

"We're re-grouping, not breaking up. Thanks for checking the facts!


All Best,
JG"]

Nightfur and The Breakups @ The Silverlake Lounge 03-18-09

Last Wednesday Nightfur belatedly celebrated their release of their most recent record, Illusions. Nightfur was rocking a milder form of psychedelia a little over a year ago, but these new songs are more closely rooted in classic 60's songwriter tradition. They're a charming bunch, for sure and played a solid set for a SXSW-depleted crowd.



The last time I saw The Breakups was when they played a CGT-presented show at The Scene in April of last year. Even without Jillinda Palmer (who was on tour with another band at SXSW) their pop had an undeniable plushness that other classic pop acts only dream of. I was dreaming of it as I slept that night, in fact.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

SXSW Field Report: Death to Anders 03/18/09 - 03/20/09

Since I couldn't go to SXSW this year I invited a handful of bands to submit "field reports" of their SXSW experience. Here's our first report from Rob Danson, frontman of Los Angeles' alt-country rockers Death to Anders, who are attending SXSW for the first time.


Day 1

The First time ver heading to South by Southwest was filled with a somewhat overwhelming clusterfuck of loud walls of noise, no places to park, unavailable taxis, long lines, and most of all, THE BEST TIME IMAGINABLE!!

Austin, Texas has a magical aura around its center and the shows and parties latterly spilling out of downtown 6th street and the conjoining blocks was truly inspiring.

As a band, Death to Anders have never been outside of California and experiencing our first tour in Austin and the rest of Texas was by far, the greatest thing we could have done. We arrived on the 18th of March, where we were staying at Metropolis, an artist commune apartment complex where my entire band shared one apartment complex with The Happy Hollows and The Pity Party.

That night, we saw a wonderful showcase for the label Devil in the Woods at The Independent, right off of I H 35 and 5th street. We were able to catch Fresno’s Sleepover Disaster, and LA’s The Happy Hollows and Light FM. I was somewhat surprised not to see many of our LA friends, but I did run into Buzz Bands' Kevin Bronson and Katherine Hoffert, the former editor for Performer Magazine. All three bands played incredibly well. Light FM busted out "Black Magic Marker" and The Happy Hollows played "Lieutenant" better than I had ever heard them before.


Day 2

On March 19th, we played our first South by Southwest show ever. We played the headlining slot at the Blu Café, a small plush bar. Because of the small room, we started the set off with slower songs, where we premiered my first song with harmonica, which was extremely inspired by Bob Dylan, whom I recently rediscovered. We ended the show on a very high note, and our friend, Robin was so drunk that she tipped over and burnt her hair on a lit candle. Burnt hair smelt like shit and it stunk of the whole place.


Day 3

Our second show at South by Southwest was a pool party at Metropolis, an apartment complex where us, The Happy Hollows, and The Pity Party all stayed. We played a rocking set overlooking the apartment’s pool and got to play right after the amazing We Are Dios (formerly known as Dios Malos). Brian Martinez from the Eagle Rock Music Festival was there too.

Our second show for the night was an acoustic show at the Blue Ocean Art Gallery, which represented LA bands. Death to Anders, Aaron Kyle from Le Switch, Meredith Meyer, and Adeline all played. We played an entire acoustic set where we took our louder songs and turned them into acoustic songs. It was very similar to our acoustic show we played during Let's Independent’s two year anniversary.

Tomorrow will be our largest show at The Jackalope, a venue on 6th street, right in the middle of SXSW.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Collected Thoughts 03-21-09

  • The April residencies are tough. The Henry Clay People at Spaceland, Dusty Rhodes and the River Band at Silver Lake Lounge (those two bands have the same appeal, in part) and Fool's Gold at The Echo. I'll probably do the HCP every night, but damn.
  • M.I.A. got added to the Coachella bill. It seems a lot of music fans have demoted her from "Best Thing Evar!" to "Flavor of the Year 2007". Not me. I missed most of her set last year because the tent was just too packed. I'm hoping she's on one of the outdoor stages so I can see her proper, and I'm quite excited about it.

    Most cutting-edge, awesome addition ever? Not by a long shot. But if she was worth seeing two years ago she should be worth seeing now. Fickle P4K Dorks can go check out Gang Gang Dance or something.
  • Top 5 Most Excited For At Coachella (This Week): Morissey, The Hold Steady, My Bloody Valentine, Leonard Cohen, Superchunk.
  • Duke at You Set the Scene made me laugh harder than anything else this week:

    "Bassnectar opened the show. I would see Girl Talk every day for the next five years if you promised me I would never have to see Bassnectar again. Mashing up the most obvious samples from Rage Against the Machine, Nirvana, the Beatles. Ick. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the dreadlocked stagehand dancing in front of me and imagined that this must be what Burning Man is all about. Hell." (original post)
  • I said something to this effect on Twitter, but the new Double Dagger record might be my favorite thing I've heard from 2009 so far. More on them (including a download) this week.

SXSW Field Report: The Boxing Lesson 03/18/09 (pt 2) and 3/19/09

Since I couldn't go to SXSW this year I invited a handful of bands to submit "field reports" of their SXSW experience. Here's our second report from The Boxing Lesson, written by drummer Kevin Sparks. (Read part 1 here)

The Boxing Lesson press photo.


Wednesday, March 18
th

"Started the day off right, with the bus running behind schedule, and missing the 11:00am load-in at Maggie Mae's. I don't drive. Long story. Not really. Thank God there's a backline drum kit, so the gang only had to load-in my snare drum and cymbals. Upstairs. Sorry guys, wish I could have gotten there earlier. Fuck, looks like the show is running right on schedule. I'm still half asleep. I think I played a good show, despite feeling like I'm Jean Claude Van Damme training underwater in Kickboxer.

"Somehow, we had scheduled two post-show interviews for the same time, so Paul and Jaylinn took one while I 'handled' the other. When I say 'handled', I really mean 'gave Latinworks a bunch of meandering responses that didn't really answer any of their questions, because I don't normally do the interviews.' I'm ready to run for public office now. I hope they show my interview online or something. I'm quite the handsome devil.

"After all that business, we grab some food at Guero's and get ready for Round 2 downtown: trying to snag a radio interview. Paul and I wormed our way into a brief spot on KLBJ right after Alex Jones. I think it went well, mostly because I only said two words the whole time. I still feel bad about it though, because the poor Hot Dog King waited for more than an hour or so, only to give up at the last minute to go back to managing His Royal Highness's awesome hotdog stand. We stole his slot.

"After the interview, KLBJ had Paul and I sign a guitar up for grabs in a raffle. I'm the drummer for The Boxing Lesson. I can see the lucky contestant: 'Kevin Sparks signed my guitar. Awesome! No, wait. Who the hell is that? He's not a guitarist. And he's certainly not a celebrity. Oh well, it was free.'

"We finally get over to Cedar Door, and they have a whole goddamn fleet of people ready to haul our gear all over the place. I like this place already. We get our sound check, sounds phenomenal. And, if I do say so myself, we played a great show to a good sized crowd, and I'm feeling like the God of Thunder right now. We stuck around for Built By Snow (my new best friends) and some crazy Italian band, before deciding we really wanted to Party Hard.

"After I lead the gear convoy to our truck, we hoofed it over to The Side Bar to get drunk, and yeah, that didn't happen. We were so tired by the time we got there, we just sat and complained about how tired we were while forcing ourselves to drink like some miserable old farts. Way to go rock stars!

"On to the negative part of the day (aside from the traffic). I hate to complain about free stuff, but ATTN Bars Everywhere: You can cut our beer ticket distribution in half if that means we can have only 2 good beers, instead of 4 crappy beers. I still love you and your armada of roadies, Cedar Door."


Thursday, March 19th

"FREE PANTS! Free pants are awesome, if you didn't already know this. We had an appointment at the Levi's Fader Fort thing to get fitted for free pants and stuff. We had to be there at 1:00pm. We managed to get it pushed back to 1:30 and we barely made it. Ryan, our manager and I got there with a couple of minutes to spare. Paul and Jaylinn got in by the skin of their teeth. Giving away free pants is serious business and you don't want to be late.

"When we get into the free pants room, we thought we were at Chuck E Cheese. After a few beers and several consultations with the fashion adviser who was wearing awesome boots with skulls on it, I took some pants and a sweet jacket that makes me look like Joe Strummer. After we picked out our prizes, they did a brief photo shoot with us, and we had a great time. If Paul and Jaylinn had not made it on time, the photos would have featured only yours truly and our rough and tumble manager. That might have been a little weird, to say the least. While we were there, there was a very successful band also receiving free pants, and they couldn't have been more miserable if you had just killed their parents. Moving on.

"This was our day off, so Ryan and I mostly just wandered around downtown all day, trying to find free drinks and figure out where the hell Viva Voce were playing. Never figured it out. We ended up at the Fader Fort at least four times, I'm sure of it. We ended up seeing Janelle Monae, The Steps, Speak, Tricky and The Warlocks. Three of these bands killed, while two did not fare so well. I'm not much of a trash talker, by the way.

"We attempted to go the Zenith Fuzzbomb, but flaked out because we were so tired from carrying around our bags of FREE PANTS all day long. Since I linked to a video in the last post, I guess I'll put one here as well. It's from the episode of G.I. Joe where Cobra started up a heavy metal band to brainwash teenagers into siding with Cobra. We will be using a similar technique on our next album! Enjoy!"

--Kevin Sparks, The Boxing Lesson




Friday, March 20, 2009

SXSW Field Report: Afternoons

Since I couldn't go to SXSW this year I invited a handful of bands to submit "field reports" of their SXSW experience. This report comes courtesy of Brian Canning from Los Angeles' chamber-pop champions, Afternoons.




Day 1

"We were on the road by 10am. Me, Yommer, Sammy, Tom, and Claire. Aaron, Steven and Brent were to fly and meet us there. Tom had just gotten a new iPhone which has its down side. We sort of lost a part of him to his iPhone, he no longer is present. We’ll be eating dinner having a nice conversation and something is missing, it’s tom he’s only paying attention to his iPhone.

"We ate at a Mexican restaurant in Phoenix that Tom looked up on his iPhone. The place was called Los Taquitos. Tom saw it on "Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives". It was incredible. We drove until 2 in the morning then got a hotel."


Day 2

"We were on the road by 9. I didn’t sleep well, I had all these odd dreams about my ex-girlfriend meeting my mom while I was playing basket ball at the highschool I went to. I drove the first shift and then Claire drove. There was something funny about Claire driving, I don’t know why.

"We pulled into Fredericksburg, Texas which is this adorable German town. We ate Kelly’s Diner, it was amazing, the sun was coming down the weather was perfect and we had some beer. There was a guy sitting next to us that had just finished some impressive long distance bike race and he was bragging about it to some fellow patrons. We drove another few hours and got to our hotel at around 10 at night.

"Stevens flight was just getting in and he wanted us to pick him up but we said no. He showed up at the hotel a little tipsy, two girls on the plane wanted to have a mile high thing with him but Steven is a dedicated husband and doesn’t party like that. He was starving when he got in and he got some microwavable pop corn, and he opened the bag and it exploded all over the floor and bed, he ate it anyways. We watched Stand By Me and it made us nostalgic. Steven, Yommer and I had one room and Claire, Tom and Sammy had the other room."


Day 3

"We played at Red Eye Fly. The show was great. We had fun. It was good to see friends. Lots of bands we are friends with were in Austin and we ran into all of em almost. After the show we had a meeting and we decided to conduct the meeting at the Iron Works, an amazing BBQ place. Afterwards we went into the fray as David Brent would say and it was way to hectic. Some dude moused Claire (painted whiskers on her). [Editor: Moused?! Yikes!] We had some drinks and then decided to get some food then we went home and drank out by the pool."


Day 4

"We played the Urban Outfitters show today, it was cool they gave us gift certificates and 40 percent off. We were all super burned out from the night before so we decided to take off shortly after our show to get rest for our big shows on Saturday. Upon returning to the hotel we heard word that one of our shows on Saturday is at 8 and not 9. Our other show is at 6 so it looks like we will have to cancel our 6 o'clock show."

--Brian Canning, Afternoons


(Read more Afternoons SXSW coverage at Radio Free Silverlake here and here. Also check their mention in the New York Times.)

Collected Thoughts 03-20-09

  • Happy recession:


  • Global Warming deniers will look like these guys one day.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Collected Thoughts 03-19-09

  • Radio Free Silverlake's revamp probably makes it the best LA music blog again. I love that their writing staff includes a regular music patron, a DJ, a musician, a music venue server, etc. Sure, there are "better blogs based in Los Angeles" but for up-and-coming local artist coverage RFS is starting to blow the competition out of the water again.

    (Incidentally, I've long theorized that some LA blogs will fall by the wayside [duh] and the rest will gobble each other up into larger entities. This seems to go along with that a bit.)
  • The Iraq War turned six years old today and Drudge Report's headline was something snarky Duke's coach said about Obama's NCAA picks.

    "The president should be fixing the economy, not filling out a tourney bracket!" is such a non-serious argument. Is that what stands for opposition these days? I'm still waiting for alternative ideas, especially since I don't particularly love the ones the unstaffed Treasury Dept. has offered so far.

    It turns out that intellectuals in the party in power aren't enough. You need intellectuals in the opposition, too. *sigh* And when I say "opposition" I'm talking about the journalists (when they're doing their job), not the Republican party.

SXSW Field Report: The Boxing Lesson 03/18/09

Since I couldn't go to SXSW this year I invited a handful of bands to submit "field reports" of their SXSW experience. First act to report in: Los Angeles-turned-Austin natives, The Boxing Lesson. (CGT interview here)


"The Boxing Lesson just finished our 7th show in a row starting back at the film and interactive section of SXSW and ending with our official showcase at The Cedar Door tonight. We are bruised and battered and ready for a day off! Friday starts back up again and we are finishing the weekend of the music festival with 5 more shows including our own annual day party at Guero's Taco Bar on Friday which includes some really exciting bands: Gliss, The Happy Hollows, Izzy the Eskimo and Superdrag.

"I need some sleep in a bad way but before I head off to bed, I thought I'd drop a line and tell you how big SXSW is this year. There are high numbers of international attendance and all the shows we have played so far have been really fun. The Spaceland/Echoplex party earlier today was amazing. Gibson sunk a lot of money into the main indoor (and airconditioned) stage, at Maggie Mae's where we played. The sound was thick and clear and we met a lot of cool people and saw some really awesome acts. At one point every band on the stage had a Moog. There were like 6 Moogs laying on the floor at one time. Crazy.

"From the Spaceland Party we went to visit our local radio station's set ups on 6th Street and did an interview for our local KLBJ. We went on right after Alex Jones (of Infowars and PrisonPlanet.com) and it was cool. After our showcase this evening we walked down to Pure Volume, a popular late night club that appears every year, but the line was huge and we were too impatient to wait. With our stomachs aching for food, we decided that we needed pizza, and not any pizza, we had to go to Stoney's, our favorite Austin pizza stand!

"By 11 p.m. 6th Street was packed and we made our way down to Red River for the good stuff. Their cheese slices are like heaven. After sucking down a Makers & Coke at The Side Bar, one of our frequent local haunts, and watching all the out-of-towners talk about moving to Austin, we decided that we better get some sleep so we can do it all again tomorrow. SXSW is awesome."

--Paul Waclawsky, The Boxing Lesson

Rockville, CA

(Fill the comments section on this one, Classical Geek Thespians.)


Introducing Rockville, CA

Hunter, Deb, "The Douche," and club owner Shawn on Rockville, CA


I'm not an anti-corporate warrior. I'll defend the mid-career works of bands like Weezer and Green Day. I thought Enemy of the State was a good movie. I have no ethical objections with Kentucky Fried Chicken or Pepsi. All of these things come with inherent dangers and pitfalls of course, but they are mostly harmless to reasonable people. If you're not a struggling musician, under-appreciated filmmaker, or a chicken, then you aren't threatened by those things

Rockville, CA , the corporately-produced webseries about a fictional Echo Park rock club, comes a bit closer to home. Rockville, CA is the brainchild of Josh Schwartz, the creative exec behind Chuck, The OC, and Gossip Girl.

From the press release: "The series takes viewers into the lives of a group of twentysomethings who gather regularly at the club to hear their favorite up-and-coming bands, blow off steam, fall in love with the wrong people, and then talk about how they've fallen in love with the wrong people. "

As a new media paradigm worshiper, I think Warner Bros. deserves praise for experimenting with Rockville, CA. They're trying the short webisode format, which is the future of episodic entertainment. They're digging somewhat deeper (though not deep enough) for musical talent, dealing with small label artists, and that is the future of music. The social networking end has additional content, including extended performances by the guest musicians, which is also the future of the networks. There is without a doubt a genuine effort to get with the times here.

So let's pat The WB on the back for having some right ideas.

***

Rockville, CA has a "major" identity crisis

It's tough to understand what they're aiming for with the show, though. Is it a cynical attempt to re-brand "indie" culture as something more mainstream? Is it a sad attempt by the mainstream to replicate "indie" culture? Are they targeting Pitchfork readers with a corporately-produced show, or are they targeting The Normals with something pseudo-indie?

In other words, is Rockville, CA "the OC re-set in Echo Park", or it is an effort to make a show about the "real" indie rock world?

The former is abhorrent, the latter is embarrassing, and it's not easy to say which is worse.

I watched the first four episodes of Rockville, CA and admittedly they captured some of cliches fairly well. The skinny betamale music nerd (*aherm*), the young industry professional who left school early because she already got her foot in the door, the aging (but not old) club owner... these things ring as fairly true. These people also bop around in the club in t-shirts half the time, another accurate depiction.

Most amusing: the obtrusive photog who never speaks but is constantly photographing everything.

Still, the show is painfully inauthentic. The reason is simple: actual twentysomethings don't hang around rock clubs in Echo Park / Silverlake to "fall in love with the wrong people, and then talk about how they've fallen in love with the wrong people".

Actual twentysomethings hang out in Echo Park / Silverlake clubs because they like music, because they wish to support local culture. They aren't cliched archetypes secretly longing to be with their nerdy music friend; they're adults with jobs, bills, and broken-down cars. You are more likely to hear a conversation at The Echo begin with the phrase "My shitty Civic..." than "Oh my god, that bassist is so hawt."

(Speaking of "hawt," the boring blonde bombshell waitress on the show has got nothing on the naturally beautiful servers at Spaceland and if Hunter was a real "music geek" he would have been ignoring The OC-wannabe waitress for bespectacled Deb from the get-go, despite her odd attachment to the word "major".)

If The WB wanted to capture the LA indie rock experience then they could have started by featuring more LA indie rock bands. Only eight of the twenty acts on the show actually originate in Los Angeles, and even fewer of those eight actually play at the venues Rockville, CA seeks to emulate. (Even stranger, a large assortment of UK / Europe-based bands guest on the show.)

The selections aren't particularly inspiring or memorable, either. I watched each of the original episodes twice and I have no strong recollection of what the featured music sounded like. Los Angeles locals Earlimart and Broken West are featured, and while those are two great bands, they aren't excitement-building acts, either; Earlimart fans won't flock to Rockville, CA and the show's presumed target youth audience will probably not rave about Earlimart. The Kooks and Phantom Planet? What year is this, 2005?

Furthermore, the show's creator's music knowledge seems to be informed by press releases. When Hunter the "resident music geek" remarks "This band FUCKING ROCKS" and he's talking about The Kooks, I thought "No, no they don't. They're a fine band, but they don't aim to rock." Inauthentic.

Also? Who would name their indie rock club "Rockville"? Spaceland, The Metro, Mr. Stubb's, Piano's, Bottom of the Hill, and... Rockville? Really?

***

What might have been

Rockville, CA has an admirable goal: adapt to the new media distribution paradigm in full while incorporating independent, Generation Myspace music. But if they were experimenting with a short format, low budget, episodic series featuring upcoming independent music acts, why not go all-out?

Warner Bros. could have sought-out strong local unsigned talent. They could have worked directly with the music community in new and interesting ways. Why not make the show with 12 unsigned artists, put the featured songs on a comp, and sell it on iTunes for five bucks? Or they could have picked unsigned local bands from Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, Austin, etc; then put-on promotional shows at local venues across the country, sponsoring the drink specials and giving away merch (including the comp) to drum-up support. And if a particular act piqued interest then the WB would have had a direct hand in that development, stamping their own brand to the rising artist and gaining an inside track to signing them.

I could name five or so corporate business-oriented "why nots," (including "there's no marketing budget") but the point is that if the WB wanted a piece of the indie subculture pie and if they wanted to experiment with the internet short format then they needed to be more earnest in their efforts.

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The impact on the real Los Angeles music scene?

A lot of participants in the LA music scene feel that the current indie rock aesthetic, driven by sites such as Pitchfork and Stereogum, sticks them with an unfair "Hollywood" label. I agree. Los Angeles indie rock is severely dismissed by the blogging world to an ignorant degree.

Rockville, CA may not help the matter.

Personally, I think Rockville, CA will fail (mostly because it is uninteresting) and will scarcely leave a mark on the cultural landscape. But let us suppose for a moment that it does not. If Rockville, CA gains a devoted audience, what effect would it have on the Echo Park / Silverlake communities?

The worst case scenario would be a round of yuks from snarky music bloggers at the expense of our legitimate music scene. That would be unfortunate, but Rockville, CA is only going to reaffirm the bad faith of existing disbelievers; it's not really going to turn off anyone new.

Best case scenario: maybe the show will take off and a couple lifestyle magazines will do a few "The REAL Rockville" articles. Maybe a few people seeking Rockville, CA's idea of "indie rock" will find something brighter, more colorful, more interesting, more artistic, better.

That's the reward for anyone looking who wants to dig deeper. It's pretty major.


But you don't have to take my word for it. Check-out Rockville, CA for yourself.