2.4.2kXI
As I said in last week's Venue Announcement, this is one of those weird periods in LA's live music scene where it seems every band I like is coming to town. Last night I saw Yo La Tengo and my god was it great. It was rife with the up-and-down (fast-and-slow) songs that characterize YLT's music, but boasted a sweet gimmick: The Wheel. The wheel was a "Wheel-of-Fortune"-style wheel that had neat categories like "Songs that start w/ S," "Condo Fuckers" (Their alter-ego band's name) and such. They would spin the wheel and play what came up. The thing that we got was "Sit Com Theater." It was what it sounds like: A dramatic reading of a sitcom episode. They performed a SpongeBob™ ep. It was fun. The fickle LA crowd got restless as it went on. And on. Ira, of YLT, thanked the crowd for not booing when they were finished.
I'm reporting about the show because I've noticed that LA crowds seem too "cool" to really get into a live show. Except for an occasional mosh pit (like at Helmet), there's some mild head-bobbing, but that's about it. It's lame.
Even when sets a theremin on fire and follows up w/ a Tesla Coil, nothin'. Boo.
Tonight - Homestead.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Your Weight on the Moon
2.3.2kXI
This is one of those periods in LA when every great band in the world is coming to town for a show: Gang of Four, Man ... Or Astroman?, Swans, Meat Beat Manifesto, etc., etc., etc.!
I have to pick shows to attend carefully, because my little wife doesn't really care to get stuck at home solo with The PM very much. Not that she's not up to the task, but mainly because she takes a lot of work home and has to get it done late-night. Poor little thing.
One observation about live rock shows in LA is they're often on "school nights." I truly think this phenom is not happenstance: I think they play LA on week nights and Sundays because there are a LOT of rock fans in LA and they'll turn out for shows anytime. They play Friday and Saturday nights in "other" cities. I ain't braggin'. I'm just observing.
Anyway, Sunday night brings the aforementioned Man ... Or Astroman? to LA. But for their performance at Touch And Go!'s anniversary party in 2001, they've been ... uh ... "off planet" or some such. What might be the last time I saw them was at the venerable Bottom of the Hill tavern in 1998 in SF when Spark, my sister and I witnessed Clone Tour Alpha and were pelted w/ Hostess® and Little Debbie® snacks from some rebellious Clones. Good fun!
Good fortune has my sister in tow w/ me to the show (she's driving) this Sunday. Can't wait! (Then Yo La Tengo on Wednesday!)
Tonight - The Argus.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
This is one of those periods in LA when every great band in the world is coming to town for a show: Gang of Four, Man ... Or Astroman?, Swans, Meat Beat Manifesto, etc., etc., etc.!
I have to pick shows to attend carefully, because my little wife doesn't really care to get stuck at home solo with The PM very much. Not that she's not up to the task, but mainly because she takes a lot of work home and has to get it done late-night. Poor little thing.
One observation about live rock shows in LA is they're often on "school nights." I truly think this phenom is not happenstance: I think they play LA on week nights and Sundays because there are a LOT of rock fans in LA and they'll turn out for shows anytime. They play Friday and Saturday nights in "other" cities. I ain't braggin'. I'm just observing.
Anyway, Sunday night brings the aforementioned Man ... Or Astroman? to LA. But for their performance at Touch And Go!'s anniversary party in 2001, they've been ... uh ... "off planet" or some such. What might be the last time I saw them was at the venerable Bottom of the Hill tavern in 1998 in SF when Spark, my sister and I witnessed Clone Tour Alpha and were pelted w/ Hostess® and Little Debbie® snacks from some rebellious Clones. Good fun!
Good fortune has my sister in tow w/ me to the show (she's driving) this Sunday. Can't wait! (Then Yo La Tengo on Wednesday!)
Tonight - The Argus.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Al Lee
2.2.2kXI
No shit! 100% Real reader mail! Read on:
Dear robot,
You're (sic) post about getting a urinal installed in you're (sic) bathroom reminded me of a 100% true story Read on:
I went away to see an old friend of mine. We were pals when we were young and he was the biggest partier i'd ever known. He could drink a vat of beer and not puke. He was really fun and funny. Then we went to different elementary schools (ha ha just kidding COLLEGES) and lost touch because this was before facebook. I guess he had some trouble with the drinking because he lost his job and dog and such and had rehab a couple times. He was a professional bar fly. He said he liked the really seedy ones. Anyway he got older and got sober. With the older came some health problems - he had trouble peeing. I don't know what his deal was but he said he had to stand there with the feeling of "pee shame" but with no shame. It just took forever to come out. I told him that sucked and he said it was ok because he solved his problem when he won the lotto. He bought a big ol' house and threw a big ol' party at the Country Club he bought himself into. Well at the party the shitter broke and he had to relieve himself out doors. Standing next to the dumpster in the back -- the pee started flowin' like Niagra (sic) falls. He had some sike (sic) classes in college and he figured he could pee on the dumpster because it was like old times. So he had his bathroom expanded to a huge size, put a drain in the floor and installed a fucking DUMPSTER in it to pee on. I saw it. It's really there.
Tonight - 500 Club.
Has to be real, right? I don't fuckin' misspell "your, psych and shit like that."
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
No shit! 100% Real reader mail! Read on:
Dear robot,
You're (sic) post about getting a urinal installed in you're (sic) bathroom reminded me of a 100% true story Read on:
I went away to see an old friend of mine. We were pals when we were young and he was the biggest partier i'd ever known. He could drink a vat of beer and not puke. He was really fun and funny. Then we went to different elementary schools (ha ha just kidding COLLEGES) and lost touch because this was before facebook. I guess he had some trouble with the drinking because he lost his job and dog and such and had rehab a couple times. He was a professional bar fly. He said he liked the really seedy ones. Anyway he got older and got sober. With the older came some health problems - he had trouble peeing. I don't know what his deal was but he said he had to stand there with the feeling of "pee shame" but with no shame. It just took forever to come out. I told him that sucked and he said it was ok because he solved his problem when he won the lotto. He bought a big ol' house and threw a big ol' party at the Country Club he bought himself into. Well at the party the shitter broke and he had to relieve himself out doors. Standing next to the dumpster in the back -- the pee started flowin' like Niagra (sic) falls. He had some sike (sic) classes in college and he figured he could pee on the dumpster because it was like old times. So he had his bathroom expanded to a huge size, put a drain in the floor and installed a fucking DUMPSTER in it to pee on. I saw it. It's really there.
Tonight - 500 Club.
Has to be real, right? I don't fuckin' misspell "your, psych and shit like that."
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, February 03, 2011
The Extra "E" II
2.1.MMXI
Years ago I attended grade school in Pittsburgh Go Steelers, PA. The school had been there one million years and attending it I was instilled with a respect for full-length urinals, as each boy's restroom was outfitted with a half-mile of them. They towered over me. I could bathe in one if it was on its side. All that porcelain - that alabaster-white, gleaming, acreage of porcelain - was something to behold.
Since then (the 70s), them full-length pissers are found less and less frequently. It's sad, because it was always - I mean ALWAYS - fun to pretend to pee on the floor.
I told my wife - before we got married - that if we ever owned a house that I wanted to get a full-length urinal installed in the WC. She can't relate so she said what the hell.
I'm tired of waiting. I want a full-length urinal.
Tonight - Aub Zam Zam!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Years ago I attended grade school in Pittsburgh Go Steelers, PA. The school had been there one million years and attending it I was instilled with a respect for full-length urinals, as each boy's restroom was outfitted with a half-mile of them. They towered over me. I could bathe in one if it was on its side. All that porcelain - that alabaster-white, gleaming, acreage of porcelain - was something to behold.
Since then (the 70s), them full-length pissers are found less and less frequently. It's sad, because it was always - I mean ALWAYS - fun to pretend to pee on the floor.
I told my wife - before we got married - that if we ever owned a house that I wanted to get a full-length urinal installed in the WC. She can't relate so she said what the hell.
I'm tired of waiting. I want a full-length urinal.
Tonight - Aub Zam Zam!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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