Thursday, July 30, 2009

Rock Dreams

There has been so much talk about a specific band playing these days. I am fine with that. It makes people happy and, in turn, makes me happy. Because of all this talk, this penetrated my brain while I slept last night.

I had a dream that this band decided to put on two separate festivals in two locations in Canada. One would be held on the east coast of Canada while the other would be held on the west coast. Now, the strange thing was that this band would not be the only band performing. In my dream they decided to invite all their 'favorite' bands to perform with them. On their roster there were all these strange rock bands that most would not associate with said band. Again, within my dream, I thought this is a wonderful idea. Combining said band with bizarre, freak rock bands would open the eyes of so many people and realize that there are so many bands out there to enjoy. Sure, I enjoy said band but it would be so entertaining if they curated a festival of bands they wanted people to check out, digest, learn about and simply enjoy. Also, it would allow people to travel to parts of Canada that many have never been to, including myself. I know this would never happen but it was an example, when I awoke, that dreams are avenues to brilliant places and ideas. Even when you know they may never come true, you are able to see what it would be like.

Digable Planets: Reachin'

Rekindle a relationship with an old friend.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Sonic Youth: Dirty (Deluxe Edition)


Seriously, how good is this album? Dang.
After all these years, this album still totally destroys.


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Bathrooms







Taj Mahal: The Natch'l Blues



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Thursday, July 23, 2009

Andrew Bird

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Sera Cahoone: Only as the Day is Long


I highly recommend this album. She used to play the drums on in various Seattle band. She played drums on the Band of Horses album "Everything All The Time". Now she is up front performing songs that she wrote while traveling across the country. I love music like this. There really is no other way to say it. It sounds completely genuine. It has a haunting sound and the lyrics are dark yet beautiful all at the same time.



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Pitchfork Music Festival (Japandroids)

I am very grateful that I was invited once again to walk the grounds of Pitchfork Music Festival in Chicago. Like every other time I spend my weekend with the Pitchfork people I enjoy my thoroughly. The friendly, smiling faces, the large amount of bands I have not seen, the constant chatter (and drinking beer) about music and the best part was the weather was gorgeous. I was wearing a hooded sweatshirt at night. The weekend worked out so well. Besides seeing so many old faces from years back, catching up with everyone, having that feeling that everyone is on the same page, I spent my Saturday with my two brothers and sister-in-law. Even though I was given the glorious lament VIP pass to wear around my neck, I spent the day in the field soaking up the sun and enjoy the people around me. I will try and post some of the very few photos I took with the old Iphone. Besides all the sappy shit about seeing old friends and family, the best part is the access to all these bands I am not familiar with. I was told to see this band by my friend, Chris, so I met him over in the viewing area. I am happy he told me to go. It was amazing. There is something so honest watching two young dudes rock it in front of all these fans just eating it up, thrusting fists singing every word. It was the first time they had ever played Chicago and when they started their set he said "Lets fucking do this" which, in turn, made me laugh. In the good way

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

A Brief History of the Gowanus Canal


Taken from New York Magazine:

Once known as the “Gashouse District,” the area around the Gowanus Canal is the only underdeveloped section of brownstone Brooklyn, for good reason: The canal is disgusting. The EPA wants to label it a Superfund site and decontaminate it, but Mayor Bloomberg is fighting that stigma, arguing that his alternative cleanup plan will be faster and less bureaucratic. Here, the canal’s foul past and potential future.







The Beginning
Built in the mid-nineteenth century where a creek once meandered, the Gowanus Canal served foundries, coal yards, and paint and ink factories. In 1910, a local businessman was already describing the canal’s water as “almost solid” with sewage. The next year, a 6,200-foot underground tunnel, fitted with a seven-foot propeller, was opened to flush the canal with fresh seawater. That worked until around 1961, when the pump broke. (Local lore says a city worker dropped a manhole cover on it.) It wasn’t fixed until 1999, and will be fully overhauled by the DEP in the next two years.

The Bottom
Last dredged in 1975, up to twenty feet of sediment has piled up, particularly near the shorelines. The Army Corps of Engineers’ Mark Lulka says it is composed of sand, gravel, mud, and a substance he describes as “black mayonnaise.”

The Smell
The oily odor comes from decades of industrial dumping and runoff, and the rotten-egg scent (much reduced since the flushing tunnel was fixed) comes from sewage. The latter spills directly into the canal after storms, when rainwater overwhelms the sewers. When that happens, the water changes from its usual dark gray to greenish because of algae feeding on the human waste.

The Shore
Many of the canal’s old wooden bulkheads are breaking down. Removing and/or rebuilding them will be expensive and complicated, both because they may have soaked up a lot of toxinsand because they’re privately owned.

The Contaminants
The industrial plants that lined the canal handled just about every nasty thing that could end up in the water. Certain oily pollutants like coal tar that are customarily measured in parts per million are, in the Gowanus, measured in parts per hundred. Heavy metals like mercury and lead are present; so are PCBs and pesticides.

The Microbes
Cholera, typhoid, typhus, gonorrhea: They’ve all been found in the water. A team of biology professors at New York City College of Technology have also studied a curious white goo oozing along the bottom, which turned out to be a mix of bacteria, protozoans, and various contaminants. The microbes appear to have evolved resistance to the filth, and the scientists have been trying to figure out whether their disease-fighting mechanisms could be adapted for medical use.

The Wildlife
Since the flushing system was reactivated, the water’s surprisingly lively. Oysters, white perch, herring, striped bass, crabs, jellyfish, and anchovies can be found. In 1952, a shark made its way in. (The cops shot it.) In 2007, a minke whale swam into the canal, beached itself, and died.

The Potential Cleanup
Both Bloomberg and the EPA call for most of the muck to be dredged. (They differ over who pays for it, and who administers the project.) In some areas, a foot or so of heavy clay might be laid over parts of the canal’s bottom, sealing in the bad stuff. (A similar method is used for capping garbage landfills, and has been known to hold up for several decades.) Once that’s done, there are multiple options for leisure-time access to the waterfront. One beguiling, if blue-sky, idea calls for a grassy area at the water’s edge that would function like a wetland, absorbing the rainwater that now washes sewage into the canal. It would be called Gowanus Canal Sponge Park.


Monday, July 13, 2009

Gillian Welch & David Rawlings: Live & Obscure

Title Says it All.

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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Autumn


I have to say that with the weather becoming more and more like a typical New York summer I have been thinking how much I enjoy Autumn. I am often like this with the seasons, I yearn for the one we are not in but I will always fall back on my love for autumn with the colors and cool, crisp breeze. The sounds the wind makes and the feeling upon your exposed skin that is not covered up by a thick sweater. The feeling of sipping a warm cup of tea or rich coffee, sitting outside and reading a newspaper is a perfect scenario for me. I love the warmth of the sun during the summer months but that is nothing when you are sitting outside on a crisp autumn day in October or Early November and the sun beams down and it actually feels warm on your face. Football is getting started and the chili is eaten on a more regular basis. The random rain shower and the cool air that makes it just fine to bundle up on a couch and watch a movie or eat an early dinner. With the ever changing colors of the trees, leaves falling on the ground, crunching under your boots. The sun sets earlier and earlier each day, reminding us of what is to come and we shall prepare of winter hibernation. Sure, when that time comes I yearn desperately for summer skies and sweltering heat but it doesn't matter. With children getting excited for Halloween and the ideas of costumes float through conversations. It is the time when plans for Thanksgiving are revealed, realizing who, of your close friends, will be home and who be away visiting family. Autumn has an element of honesty and innocence that I hold close to my heart. New York summers, I like you very much but I have to say if I had to pick I would choose a Northeast autumn because its just all around better.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Golden Gate Bridge

I was doing some research on martyrdom for a project I am working. I came across this description of what happens when someone jumps off the Golden Gate Bridge. Google, you deliver answers but also provide some incredibly strange information.

The impact is tremendous. The body goes from roughly 75 to 80 mph to nearly zero in a nanosecond. The physics of inertia being what they are, internal organs tend to keep going. The force of impact causes them to tear loose. Autopsy reports typically indicate that the jumpers have lacerated aortas, livers, spleens and hearts. Ribs are often broken, and the impact shoves them into the heart or lungs. Jumpers have broken sternums, clavicles, pelvises and necks. Skull fractures are common.

Ryan Adams & Elton John: Nashville, TN


A ways back I posted a video from this performance. I recently came across an entire recording of this performance. It is interesting to say the least. You have Ryan Adams singing Elton John songs and vice versa. The quality is good and I feel many of you should listen to this out of curiosities sake. And for the record, I found this recording originally when I was looking around for Elton John music. Finding him with Ryan Adams was a nice surprise.

Ryan Adams & Elton John: Grand Ole Opry House
(Recorded for CMT Crossroads)
Nashville, TN 4/02/02

01: (Rehersals)
02: (TV Show Intro)
03: Answering Bell *
04: (Interview)
05: Daniel @
06: (Interview)
07: Firecracker *
08: Tiny Dancer @
09: (Interview)
10: Oh, My Sweet Carolina *
11: Lovesick Blues # (missing)
12: He’ll Have to go $
13: Great Balls of Fire %
14: Rocket Man @


* Original By Ryan Adams
@ Original By Elton John
# Original By Hank Williams
$ Original By Jim Reeves
% Original By Jerry Lee Lewis

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This Is What I Want


Eggs Benedict on a Biscuit
The Rarest Roast Beef with Horseradish Sauce
Bacon
Sausage
Fresh Salad with House Dressing
Deviled Egg


I really, really like buffets down South.

Thelonious Monk: Alone in San Francisco


The concept of this album states it all: Mr. Thelonious Monk playing piano, alone, at the Fugazi Hall in San Francisco over two days in October 1959.

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(Lack of) Quality Sleep

For the past two evenings I have been going to bed much earlier than I normally do. I feel I have been behind in my sleep and I have decided that I needed to do something about it. So for the past two evenings I have forced myself into my bed, with the sun in the early stages of it setting, and have tried to go to bed early. Well, I know I have needed it since I have been falling asleep with great ease. I quickly fall asleep and often have numerous, rapid dreams. However, like so many things in my life, there is a catch. Since I commonly go to bed at an hour that leaves me with less the recommended hours needed for a proper night sleep, the past two evenings I have awoken in the middle of the night, wide awake. Here, in no particular order, is what has crossed my mind in the past two hours:

No matter how awake I am, thirsty I am or in need of a bathroom I absolutely hate getting up in the middle of the night. I rather deal with a slight uncomfortable feeling and try to go back to sleep than get up in the middle of the night.

I desperately need several new pairs of pants. Whether they are ripped, too big, not professional enough, the need for new pants has become somewhat of a priority.

Financially, I feel that I am drowning.

It may be time to put my air conditioner in my window but I fear a massive electrical bill.

As a child, for several years we only had one air conditioner and it was in my parents bedroom. On very warm days my brothers and I would sleep on the floor of their room.

I hate my kitchen and I want to paint it but I fear commitment when it comes to home improvements.

I taught several children, ranging in age from seven to twelve, how to play Bocce. It was a nice feeling that they were taught a new game they had no idea about before meeting me and, in the end, they loved it. I think.

There was an English Bulldog I met named Red who was a Slober Machine. I wish I had a dog.

I feel I do not work hard enough.

Why are pants consider a pair of pants? Shirts have a pair of sleeves. I won't go into this but this one kept making laps in the old brain pool.

Slumdog Millionaire was very good. I finally got around to seeing it this evening but I feel people loved it more than they really did for reasons I do not know but I believe it had to do with the fact its about poor children and it shows you care when you care about poor children.

I am going to cancel all, or at least some of the my 'Triple Play' from Cablevision and I cannot decide which ones will go.

I work hourly and when I have to miss work for something that is not my decision it makes me upset especially when I am in a mood that I want to work as much as possible because I need the money.

I need to stop doing things that I know, in the end, I do not like to do but I do them anyway.

Libraries are wonderful institutions and I need to begin frequenting them again.

It would be nice to be able to go on a long vacation with someone who liked me.

I went over my alloted minutes on my cellphone and I was shocked to learn that since everyone and their mother prefers texts. I need to be more short on the telephone. join the masses and send more text messages.

Why is it that when you are wide awake in the middle of the night you never really think about the good things. I feel this has to do with frustration with not being able to sleep and that frustration stems other frustrating thoughts.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

I Think Someone Does Not Like Me

I was sitting, as the clock was approaching midnight, watching The Simpsons when I heard a massive explosion that ended with glass crashing towards the ground smashing into the sidewalk. The sound was sharp, fast and incredibly frightening. My whole body jumped. At first, I waited to hear screams or shouts yet everything remained quiet after the glass rained down.

My living room looks out into a 'courtyard'. It is more two c-shaped building resting next to each other to make a literal square, with grass in the middle that no one, besides the super, ever enters. Its is often quiet until tonight. Thankfully my windows are double paned. After switching off my lights to have a better look into the courtyard, there was no movement but I did realize that the broken window was mine. It had to be a rock, a gun or something hurled at my window. Yet the second pane did not break, thankfully.

Many months back, I was sitting sitting with my old friend Matt, who was living in New Jersey at the time, catching up since we had not seen each other in some time. We were drinking beers, having some smokes when we heard something being tossed at my window. It sounded as if someone was throwing pebbles, possibly rocks, at my window. Just like tonight, we turned off the lights and looked out the window to find no movement. From that point on, nothing ever happened.

I live in a quiet building. I have never had any trouble so I do not ever feel threatened. The experience with Matt was the first time I felt as if someone was being aggressive to some degree. I admit I am a minority in my building being one of the very few white people but that has never bothered me. I have always felt people were friendly with me, offered me respect and that I should not worry about anything. Until tonight.

I cannot help but think something was shot at my window. The collision with the glass was aggresive and obviously had enough force to shatter glass. I wonder if it was someone in any of the dozens of windows that have a clear view of my window. I hope it was bored kids with a BB gun and chose one window at random. I have done incredibly idiotic actions in my youth and I would like to believe that it is something similar. However, with me being, a minority I cannot help but think I was picked intentionally, possibly from seeing me in my window. It is funny that something like this is happening at this time. I am in the midst of signing a lease for me to stay in the apartment because the rent is wonderful for the size of the apartment.

There are so many theories, ideas, fears of why and how this has happened. With my couch only feet from my window I am simply grateful the window did not shatter completely with endless amount of shards of glass exploding into the back of my head and neck.

All I do know is I know I will not be sleeping well tonight and that I wish I had more beer.