Friday, September 21, 2007

If M.I.A. could only sing


If M.I.A. could sing we might be blessed with something amazing, but unfortunately she can't so we get a gimmicky mashing of styles with thin vocals and incoherent chants. But there is hope if you like the idea of M.I.A. but realize that the lps just aren't up to the hype (though I might still buy them both). The hope is in Santogold. Her music is something else huh? New Wave, dubby, electro-pop with 'real singing'!! Funny how that is a blessing these days, like, "Man you gotta check out this artist, she can actually sing!"

If you ever listened to the great cd How Do I? by Res, you might be surprised to know that Santogold, or Santi White, co-wrote most the the songs! She also put out a decent album fronting the punk group Stiffed, then hid out in Brooklyn or Micronesia or someplace and came out with this mad mix of sounds. Think MIA, Spank Rock, and the mashing up of genres we get b/c of djs like Diplo. Funny thing is this gal can sing, really well infact, and has the swagger and attitude and style and other BS you need to be popular for more than 5 weeks.

To scrap at the tip of another iceberg she might also be part of a large wave of emerging black artists who don't feel the need to be conformed by the contemporary trappings of hip-hop and R&B, as seen by other artists like J*Davey and what the NYTimes calls blipsters (sic).

Perhaps this post is just me pandering to hipsters instead of discussing useful matters such as the transportation nightmare our country is in, or the collapsing housing market, or even the depressing war. But we all like music and need a little something to keep ignoring reality. Though I think her music might force us to pay attention to the world outside of our smoky dive bars and facebook accounts at least once in a while.

Now the bad news. Santogold doesn't even having anything released yet! Which actually fits perfectly into today's underground hipster hype machine. Isn't everything better without an actual release? Then you don't have any material through which to pass judgement and shatter you musical hopes/hypes. As someone who loves new music, (but hates 98% of what is out there since 1990) I am truly hopeful about her 'impending' release. Though I said the same about Amy Winehouse and she is on the verge of an understandable self-destruction. It is that 'hope' in new artists like this that keeps me going.

Here is an old Stiffed video. If I'd been an A&R man this might have charted alongside the best of No Doubt, but instead vanished into the dustbins of music history.



Listen to her tracks now at the appropriately named site Hypemachine

Then support her by requesting the music on your local radio (like the fabulous 88.9MKE) or see a show or be on the lookout for a release.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Empanadas are the new cupcakes

Yes, I know, Youtube posts are the sign of extreme laziness. But this clip is just too hilarious to pass up. It is a little long, but worth it. Another sign that my generation's attempts at bucking the system are hyper-consumerism and selfishness. Oh well. Onward, to the Hipster Olympics!



If you enjoyed this, you may also want to hunt down the film Groove Tube for the hilarious "Sex Olympics" sketch.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Reluctant Gay Icon

Thanks to the kindness of a friend I was able to see Rufus Wainwright at the Pabst Theater Monday night. Strange thing is, until I was offered the tickets, I had no idea he was even playing. I also knew none of his new songs and hadn't heard anything of his since the Poses era stuff, 3 albums ago. Granted I'd seen Rufus at the 9:30 Club way back in 2002, but my have things changed. No longer was he the long haired youth playing the piano alone; now he confidently stood in front of a large band, occasionally tickled the keys, and played the guitar; along with 3 other guitarists, a bass player, drummer, and 2/3 horns. But his voice is still unique and powerful. I went with no expectations but the hope to hear "Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk".

Performing to a packed crowd at the Pabst, Milwaukee's gay community came out in full force. It is worth noting a few things: the band were in absurd designer costumes, there was less playful banter than before, and the whole event was being taped for a DVD. Therefore they redid songs and re-started songs a few times. I didn't realize how popular the guy was/is until the show, not only was the venue packed, but fans knew every song, stood, screamed, and were emotionally moved at every lyric. I enjoyed it, but have to admit I was yawning at points and often more interested in watching the roving filmmakers than the band. That isn't to say it was a dull show, just that I was tired, knew none of his music, and frankly preferred the mellow tunes to the slightly dance and rock oriented numbers being thumped about.

The early set consisted of mellow tracks with heavy acoustic guitars. My references are limited, so it reminded me of Dreamland era Aztec Camera and Ryuichi Sakamoto. Later there were straight up dark tracks, then a slew of Judy Garland covers, some Celtic ballads, and rocking stuff from the new cd.

I have nothing else to say about the show other than the random things it brought to my mind. For example, my brother had an idea that music fans are like sports fans and instead of talking about athletes we talk about this drummer from this band is moving to this band, instead of the linebacker is being traded from The Bears to The Falcons. I know it is a strange idea, but kinda true, especially with most music buffs not to athletic (not even into armchair athletics). Having missed 5 years of Rufus' music reminded me of my own inability to stay in touch with pro sports when I once knew minor league goalies who later went to the NHL All-Star team. Or I think that Mark Messier is still playing in Edmonton (FYI he retired after NYC). I feel the same way about music, that when I stopped listening, time stopped. Rufus Wainwright should still have long hair, smoke during the set (which he didn't do), be on dope, and sing "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk". Well, 5 busy years came and went and people did stuff, and changed, and well, that is life. I just can't be bothered.

What else, hmmm...Rufus dressed in Lederhosen for the Milwaukee crowd which was a nice touch. He also invited fans and his current lover on stage for some antics. At the end of the show (which approached 2 hours!) the guitarist played a banjo to two swooning girls up front and I looked back at the mad crowed cheering for an encore and thought of the Joe Strummer show I saw 5 years ago and how the fans still cheered and wouldn't budge after 2 encores and the bouncers commenting that they'd never seen such devotion. I remember that show and almost cried remembering the acoustic version of "Island Hopping" Joe did as his 2nd encour . Anyway, enough indulgence. I left the show with my friend without seeing the encore. I guess I'll get a 2nd chance in 2012. Dag.

After arriving at home tired and bleary eyed, I couldn't go to bed because the perfect weather and full moon just demanded my attention!

FYI: I later read that the show went 3 hours, he dressed in drag, and did a choreographed dance with the band! Maybe we shoulda stayed a little while longer.

10 years later

This just in, after 10 years of hiatus, waiting, and scouring short stories collections for SOMETHING to satiate us, Junot Diaz is back!! Yes, this is no lie, read the Village Voice story. In case you didn't live in New Jersey when Diaz was heralded as a saviour, you need to look this guy up. His success in the mid-90s came for a number of reasons, a powerful new Dominican writer when there aren't many, an immigrant Jersey Boy (stories named Edison quantify this) who went to Rutgers and was blasting holes in the American Dream. The profs at Rutgers found anyway imaginable to squeeze his stories into the curriculum, no matter what the department. His prose then was lean, angry, and dirrrty. The kinda stuff that would seep onto the page like acid. One friend whom I made read Drown felt like she needed to take a shower afterwards. But it wasn't a dark book, just gritty and realistic, and blunt. I really love Drown, it is one of the few short story collections I've read and reread for the last 8 years. Now there is finally new material from Mr. Diaz. I haven't read the new book, and when I do I'll review it here. If you don't know about Junot, get his new book, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, or find Drown at your library and read it now!!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Why blogs are no good

5. There are too many to try and navigate them all without successfully wasting your life.

4. If you are lucky enough to find a good blog it is usually defunct after a few months and the decent links long expired.

3. They are narcissistic looking glasses that serve no purpose but to help one kill time online and show off the useless trash the writer finds on the net.

2. Only 10% of those people posting blogs have anything interesting to say. Do I really need to know that you once played bass in a shoe-gazer band in 11th grade or have a fetish for grape Hubba-Bubba?

1. No one reads them! Why don't we all stop this nonsense and go back to journaling. Then the only person forced to trudge through someone else's self-absorbed ramblings are relatives that dig these journals out of the attic once you die.

Don't look back in anger...

Driving through Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona I was forced to endure an epic amount of country music. The din of country ceased only for hip-hop as we crossed the Navajo reservation or found a good tejano song. However, I found myself enjoying country after the 10th straight hour. One song stood out, Jake Owen's "Starting With Me". It is a little melodramatic, which one comes to expect. Half of the country I heard rambled about how everything was, "Better before....". Whether they are lamenting lost love, dead dogs, missing fathers, memories of camping with Coleman lanterns and cans of good ole' American Coca-Cola, every country singer is here to tell you how it all went wrong. "Starting With Me" is no different, but reminds me of my own ongoing laments about nearly everything I've done. Enjoy!

Monday, August 20, 2007

Morning coffee

Complaints are pouring in by the dozen (I wish) that I have failed to update my blog with accounts of a recent trip to the rainy Southwest. However, my sister has the photos so until she sends them my way that shall have to wait.

In the meantime I’ll recommend a coffee to y’all. I must start with the disclaimer that my friend, a Barista Guild Member and director of Coffee Quality at Murky Coffee, states that, “No good coffee comes from Bolivia”. Maybe it is true, but I don’t buy it. One of the world’s highest grown coffees, Bolivian Anjilanaka, a direct trade, organic offering by Intelligentsia (one of America’s finest roasters) caught my eye this spring by it’s description of walnut, licorice, and vanilla flavors. I think it was the walnut and licorice that got me, I’m mad for both. I ignored my friend's advice and purchased a pound of the stuff, something I’d wanted to do before, but previous attempts were derailed by temptations of Rwandan and Columbian coffee.

Many of you may scoff at the idea of coffee with such luxurious descriptions. But with single origin, high quality coffees, it is no laughing matter. Okay, maybe it is, but have a sip and taste the difference yourself. If one brews fine coffee properly and has a decent pallet, the subtle differences are very apparent. Granted, I think people go overboard describing coffees as having a hint of buttered toast, but the general principal is well-grounded and does add more depth and vibrancy to life. I will still mock those championing single origin chocolate’s mango hints, but with coffee, it is as true as with wine. Meanwhile…back in reality.

After a 3 month wait, I boiled the water, ground my beans and brewed a press pot. The first cup or two were unremarkable, decent flavor, but no body. It was too thin. Yesterday, however, I tried again and it tasted so good I greedily sucked it down. This time the flavors really came out in rich, deep, and sugary walnut. So much so that I felt as if I was drinking a liquid nut pastry, and this with no sugar or milk added. I drank a whole french press on my lonesome because of this sweet, sweet flavor. Today, I detect hints of melon and maybe just a little vanilla edge as well. It may not have the notoriety of other South American beans, but it is a wonderful coffee, and one which forces us not to write off all Andean coffees.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Weak Post

Yeah I know, another video...lame. For now, to thank those of you who read this blog, please check out this crude video but great song by Tanya Stephens. Tanya's been on the dancehall scene since the mid-90s crossing over to yuppie worldbeat enthusiasts like me in 2004 with her Gangsta Blues lp. That had some good tracks, but this 2006 release Rebelution is amazing. I highly recommend it--not your usual songs about sex, ganja, violence, sex, and more sex. Okay, some of the later, but more of politics, religion, morality, relationships, and more.

Monday, July 2, 2007

MSA fun

Anyone who knows me knows that I am constantly beating on Pittsburgh, complaining about the city’s inability to attract jobs or people. Now this isn’t just the city of Pittsburgh, but the 7 County Pittsburgh Metropolitan area. The 7 County region is losing people AND jobs, yes the suburbs! You’ve all heard the news that, “Cleveland, Detroit, and St. Louis have lost half their population since 1950”. Sure, so has Pittsburgh. But Detroit and others have grown a lot outside of their urban borders, regionally, creating new jobs and keeping many people around. Not Pittsburgh. In fact the Pittsburgh region appears to be the only place, besides Buffalo, to be losing people and jobs among the top 50 MSAs (Metropolitan Statistical Areas) in the country.

It is alarming to see that Pittsburgh is still ranked 21st out of the Top 50 MSAs. But the scary thing is to see that it is dead last among population growth since 1950! I really wish things would change for the 'Burgh, but I am not always the most optimistic.

The good thing about charts like this is that they allow ‘growing’ cities like Phoenix, which recently claimed to be the 5th largest city, to actually be ranked 13th largest regionally. The reason this is important is that Philadelphia and other Northeastern and Midwestern cities are surrounded by a zillion municipalities that limit annexation and cities like Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, and Chicago are stuck at the same size as 100 years ago. Meanwhile Sunbelt towns like Phoenix and Dallas were able to annex the wastelands around them, anticipating and capturing growth. Thus the CITY of Phoenix may have more bodies than the CITY of Philadelphia. But city limits are rather irrelevant for the economic and social vibrancy of a region. People in Philly work and shop and play and live in Philly as well as in the many surrounding towns and suburbs, as they do in any metropolitan area. Therefore the city population is irrelevant in urban rankings, but MSA statistics are valuable to see how big a metro area is. So Phoenix, you’re not yet in the top 10, let alone top 5! Even if you get there time isn't on your side, how many people can the desert sustain?

For more fun please check out www.demographia.com/ to see more demographic info. Ignore all the 'death of the American Dream b/c of Smart Growth' hype, and read the MSA since 1950s info.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Why I love the East Side


I need to fill this blog with something. My mind is melted and I have nothing to say. Someone recently thought I was in Philly or Perth or Pensacola. I am from and going to soon visit Pittsburgh. But, for the record, I am still in Mil-town with no plans to leave shortly. I talked to an artist last night whom has traveled the world and lived in such diverse locales as NYC and Santa Fe and he said the East Side of Milwaukee is one of the best places-better than even Santa Monica! As much as I hate a large portion of my life, it is hard to argue with him whilst sitting at Alterra on the Lake during a pleasant evening in mid-June. The East Side of Milwaukee is amazing and I'm glad I live here and found out about this gem. Why is the East Side so good?

It's walkable: I can walk to about 20 bars (or more), 4 grocery stores (not including Italian grocers and specialty shops), probably 4 cafes, 10 restaurants, a hardware store, the Lake, music shops, art stores, a few decent venues, on and on and on.

It is diverse. Okay, not like Queens or whatever, and I hate using this term because it is so cliche, but it's true! I am a semi-yuppie and I have neighbors who are senior citizens, students, families, hipsters, hippies, and people who work for a living as analysts, cops, and laborers.

It's affordable. Yeah, I know people here think the East Side is expensive, but compared to big cities, it is such a bargain for what you get.

Parking ISN'T a problem. People say, "I can't park on the East Side". Yes, it is true that at midnight I may have to park about 3 blocks from my house. This sure beats the mile plus I would park from the apartment in DC or VA when arriving that late.

There are always things to do and people out enjoying life. Just stroll down Brady Street when the weather is nice, you'll see.

These are just a few reasons why the East Side of Milwaukee is great. Maybe later on today I can post reasons why the City of Milwaukee is great!

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Rush is over the top...again

After Imus' recent firing, Rush Limbaugh is playing a song called, "Barak the magic negro" and no one seems to mind. Absurd

Overworked Bees?

Bees (which are more than pests and honey producers) are disappearing in record numbers. This comes after a huge number of feral bees have passed away because of lack of habitat. Bees are dying out. Does this matter? To those of you who disdain honey, probably not. But if you happen to enjoy fruit or vegetables, or even flowers, this is cause for concern. Despite the huge number of advances in agriculture in the past 100 years we still cannot replace bees (and beekeepers) to do the work of pollination. Because of a shrinking number of natural bees, beekeepers are paid to ship their bees across the country to work pollinating everything from almonds to peaches to alfalfa (feed for cattle). This is a BILLION dollar industry. Now bees are disappearing from their hives in record numbers and agriculture is up in arms over what the hell is going on. Many suggest stress from travel, foreign environments, overwork, reliance on corn syrup feed, mites and other invaders. Either way this may disasterously affect the future of our food.

Bee colonies have been under stress in recent years as more beekeepers have resorted to crisscrossing the country with 18-wheel trucks full of bees in search of pollination work. These bees may suffer from a diet that includes artificial supplements, concoctions akin to energy drinks and power bars. In several states, suburban sprawl has limited the bees’ natural forage areas. NY Times, 04/23/07

With the recent slew of info on deadly pet food (also fed to chicken) which was a coal product used in animal feed, to the near collapse of the world’s ocean fisheries (farmed fish are in the same bad category as factory-farm chickens and pigs), tainted produce (the spinach scare) there is a good reason to look at how we get and consume our food. This isn’t just something for hippies and ‘do-gooders’ to do. This is imperative if you would like to see the earth as a healthy and remotely sustainable place in the future.

However, in an age with eating contests on ESPN, widespread obesity, and eating as a ‘fun’ activity to do; people don’t seem to care. We will continue to destroy the earth till is screws us, then we’ll freak out and blame the government. Americans like to ignore what is going on until all hell breaks loose. We are complacent until things are catastrophic. Read the writing on the wall now and do something while you still can.

Honeybees Vanish, Leaving Keepers in Peril

NYTimes, February 27, 2007

VISALIA, Calif., Feb. 23 — David Bradshaw has endured countless stings during his life as a beekeeper, but he got the shock of his career when he opened his boxes last month and found half of his 100 million bees missing.

In 24 states throughout the country, beekeepers have gone through similar shocks as their bees have been disappearing inexplicably at an alarming rate, threatening not only their livelihoods but also the production of numerous crops, including California almonds, one of the nation’s most profitable.

“I have never seen anything like it,” Mr. Bradshaw, 50, said from an almond orchard here beginning to bloom. “Box after box after box are just empty. There’s nobody home.”

The sudden mysterious losses are highlighting the critical link that honeybees play in the long chain that gets fruit and vegetables to supermarkets and dinner tables across the country.

Beekeepers have fought regional bee crises before, but this is the first national affliction.

Now, in a mystery worthy of Agatha Christie, bees are flying off in search of pollen and nectar and simply never returning to their colonies. And nobody knows why. Researchers say the bees are presumably dying in the fields, perhaps becoming exhausted or simply disoriented and eventually falling victim to the cold.

As researchers scramble to find answers to the syndrome they have decided to call “colony collapse disorder,” growers are becoming openly nervous about the capability of the commercial bee industry to meet the growing demand for bees to pollinate dozens of crops, from almonds to avocados to kiwis.

Along with recent stresses on the bees themselves, as well as on an industry increasingly under consolidation, some fear this disorder may force a breaking point for even large beekeepers.

A Cornell University study has estimated that honeybees annually pollinate more than $14 billion worth of seeds and crops in the United States, mostly fruits, vegetables and nuts. “Every third bite we consume in our diet is dependent on a honeybee to pollinate that food,” said Zac Browning, vice president of the American Beekeeping Federation.

The bee losses are ranging from 30 to 60 percent on the West Coast, with some beekeepers on the East Coast and in Texas reporting losses of more than 70 percent; beekeepers consider a loss of up to 20 percent in the offseason to be normal.

Beekeepers are the nomads of the agriculture world, working in obscurity in their white protective suits and frequently trekking around the country with their insects packed into 18-wheelers, looking for pollination work.

Once the domain of hobbyists with a handful of backyard hives, beekeeping has become increasingly commercial and consolidated. Over the last two decades, the number of beehives, now estimated by the Agriculture Department to be 2.4 million, has dropped by a quarter and the number of beekeepers by half.

Pressure has been building on the bee industry. The costs to maintain hives, also known as colonies, are rising along with the strain on bees of being bred to pollinate rather than just make honey. And beekeepers are losing out to suburban sprawl in their quest for spots where bees can forage for nectar to stay healthy and strong during the pollination season.

“There are less beekeepers, less bees, yet more crops to pollinate,” Mr. Browning said. “While this sounds sweet for the bee business, with so much added loss and expense due to disease, pests and higher equipment costs, profitability is actually falling.”

Some 15 worried beekeepers convened in Florida this month to brainstorm with researchers how to cope with the extensive bee losses. Investigators are exploring a range of theories, including viruses, a fungus and poor bee nutrition.

They are also studying a group of pesticides that were banned in some European countries to see if they are somehow affecting bees’ innate ability to find their way back home.

It could just be that the bees are stressed out. Bees are being raised to survive a shorter offseason, to be ready to pollinate once the almond bloom begins in February. That has most likely lowered their immunity to viruses.

Mites have also damaged bee colonies, and the insecticides used to try to kill mites are harming the ability of queen bees to spawn as many worker bees. The queens are living half as long as they did just a few years ago.

Researchers are also concerned that the willingness of beekeepers to truck their colonies from coast to coast could be adding to bees’ stress, helping to spread viruses and mites and otherwise accelerating whatever is afflicting them.

Dennis van Engelsdorp, a bee specialist with the state of Pennsylvania who is part of the team studying the bee colony collapses, said the “strong immune suppression” investigators have observed “could be the AIDSof the bee industry,” making bees more susceptible to other diseases that eventually kill them off.

Growers have tried before to do without bees. In past decades, they have used everything from giant blowers to helicopters to mortar shells to try to spread pollen across the plants. More recently researchers have been trying to develop “self-compatible” almond trees that will require fewer bees. One company is even trying to commercialize the blue orchard bee, which is virtually stingless and works at colder temperatures than the honeybee.

Beekeepers have endured two major mite infestations since the 1980s, which felled many hobbyist beekeepers, and three cases of unexplained disappearing disorders as far back as 1894. But those episodes were confined to small areas, Mr. van Engelsdorp said.

Today the industry is in a weaker position to deal with new stresses. A flood of imported honey from China and Argentina has depressed honey prices and put more pressure on beekeepers to take to the road in search of pollination contracts. Beekeepers are trucking tens of billions of bees around the country every year.

California’s almond crop, by far the biggest in the world, now draws more than half of the country’s bee colonies in February. The crop has been both a boon to commercial beekeeping and a burden, as pressure mounts for the industry to fill growing demand. Now spread over 580,000 acres stretched across 300 miles of California’s Central Valley, the crop is expected to grow to 680,000 acres by 2010.

Beekeepers now earn many times more renting their bees out to pollinate crops than in producing honey. Two years ago a lack of bees for the California almond crop caused bee rental prices to jump, drawing beekeepers from the East Coast.

This year the price for a bee colony is about $135, up from $55 in 2004, said Joe Traynor, a bee broker in Bakersfield, Calif.

A typical bee colony ranges from 15,000 to 30,000 bees. But beekeepers’ costs are also on the rise. In the past decade, fuel, equipment and even bee boxes have doubled and tripled in price.

The cost to control mites has also risen, along with the price of queen bees, which cost about $15 each, up from $10 three years ago.

To give bees energy while they are pollinating, beekeepers now feed them protein supplements and a liquid mix of sucrose and corn syrup carried in tanker-sized trucks costing $12,000 per load. Over all, Mr. Bradshaw figures, in recent years he has spent $145 a hive annually to keep his bees alive, for a profit of about $11 a hive, not including labor expenses. The last three years his net income has averaged $30,000 a year from his 4,200 bee colonies, he said.

“A couple of farmers have asked me, ‘Why are you doing this?’ ” Mr. Bradshaw said. “I ask myself the same thing. But it is a job I like. It is a lifestyle. I work with my dad every day. And now my son is starting to work with us.”

Almonds fetch the highest prices for bees, but if there aren’t enough bees to go around, some growers may be forced to seek alternatives to bees or change their variety of trees.

“It would be nice to know that we have a dependable source of honey bees,” said Martin Hein, an almond grower based in Visalia. “But at this point I don’t know that we have that for the amount of acres we have got.”

To cope with the losses, beekeepers have been scouring elsewhere for bees to fulfill their contracts with growers. Lance Sundberg, a beekeeper from Columbus, Mont., said he spent $150,000 in the last two weeks buying 1,000 packages of bees — amounting to 14 million bees — from Australia.

He is hoping the Aussie bees will help offset the loss of one-third of the 7,600 hives he manages in six states. “The fear is that when we mix the bees the die-offs will continue to occur,” Mr. Sundberg said.

Migratory beekeeping is a lonely life that many compare to truck driving. Mr. Sundberg spends more than half the year driving 20 truckloads of bees around the country. In Terra Bella, an hour south of Visalia, Jack Brumley grimaced from inside his equipment shed as he watched Rosa Patiño use a flat tool to scrape dried honey from dozens of beehive frames that once held bees. Some 2,000 empty boxes — which once held one-third of his total hives — were stacked to the roof.

Beekeepers must often plead with landowners to allow bees to be placed on their land to forage for nectar. One large citrus grower has pushed for California to institute a “no-fly zone” for bees of at least two miles to prevent them from pollinating a seedless form of Mandarin orange.

But the quality of forage might make a difference. Last week Mr. Bradshaw used a forklift to remove some of his bee colonies from a spot across a riverbed from orange groves. Only three of the 64 colonies there have died or disappeared.

“It will probably take me two to three more years to get back up,” he said. “Unless I spend gobs of money I don’t have.”


Wednesday, April 11, 2007

New(ish) sounds from David Brown (Brazzaville)



Given this extended winter and dull life I have, about the only thing that gets me up during a boring job, a slow social life, and a moribund economy, is music. Knowing nothing about David Brown or his band, Brazzaville, I collected some friends and headed down to the Cactus Club in Bayview last Thursday for the final US date of David Brown's 3-city US tour. Thanks to WMSE Mil-town was lucky enough to be on this brief tour.

F.Y.I. David Brown was an LA runaway who spent his teen years on the streets, then traveled the world on a shoestring, played sax with Beck, then moved to Barcelona and started Brazzaville. David Brown strikes me as a younger, more street gigolo friendly, globe trotting, and sexier version of Jonathan Richman. Though Mr. Brown deals in more serious topics such as squalid slum life, international trade, child soldiers, and of course ladies, an affection he shares with Mr. Richman. However, David Brown is a more complicated study. He channels the likes of Lou Reed and even Tom Waits in his singing but is smoother and less down and out. His style evokes much of bossa nova, pop, jazz, and folky indie rock with Latin influences.

I had never listened to any of Brazzaville's music prior to the show. Brazzaville is basically David's band with a crew of Spaniards and expats formed in Barcelona. They tour the world in such diverse locales as Russia, the Ukraine, Turkey, and recently embarked on a journey in a vegetable oil powered boat. This music is perfect for any romantic who also happens to cry whilst reading The Economist, has spent time in Brazil, and loves to go on the road and make new friends.

David was joined by two local musicians playing drums (and percussion) and bass (and keys and vocals). They ran through about 20 Brazzaville tunes, none of which I knew. I did really enjoy some of the tracks like "Jesse James" and "17" off of his new album and then of course that song I can't yet identify which is about the peace found flying above the ocean. There were some tracks he sung which took me to a time when I was 20 and flying from New Zealand to Fiji and just staring at the sun glistening on the ocean being hypnotised by it all.

What I really loved was that his music was weird, romantic, and fun! He got the crowd trained to sing parts of songs, got us to jangle keys as accompaniment, dance, and I had a contented feeling at one point thinking, "I'm 27, single, and alive in this age, and it is alright". Despite the horrors and tedium of hyper-modern life things can still be beautiful and I could feel that, something I rarely find in music. There is beauty in life.

For more information please check out: www.brazzaville-band.com/

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

In Case You Missed It...

In case you missed the Rolling Stone or Vibe promos you gotta check out Pittsburgh's own Wiz Khalifa. Though his lyrics aren't ground breaking I'm glad someone with skills and pride in the Burgh is out there making waves. Enjoy!

Monday, April 2, 2007

Salsa Vs. Reggaeton

In total my formal dance experiences, not counting House music where it is acceptable to walk in a circle with your eyes closed and hands in the air, is limited. Experiences include 2 salsa lessons and 1 night swing dancing over a decade ago. The rest of my endeavors (however limited) run the usual gamut of trying to dance to ska, reggae, Motown, r&b, house, 80s, and hip-hop.

It was with great enthusiasm that I decided to go out and dance at a salsa club with about 8 other friends (mostly beginners) on Saturday night. We got to the club for a free one hour lesson. It took me 1 hour the night before to learn the basic step so another hour to learn about 6 twists and turns, fancier footwork, and more just didn’t cut it. A neurotic white guy cannot learn how to dance (let alone loosen up) in 1 hour! I spent the better part of the evening on the floor figuring out the steps and keeping rhythm; trying to lead someone to moves which I don’t conceptualize let alone understand or have confidence in drove me insane.

The frustration of this dance (while fun anyway) was having a pretty girl complain “lead me, lead me”, when I in fact had no idea where or how to lead her in a dance I barely understood (this sorta thing comes up and derails relationships I imagine). That was very, very frustrating for a passive individual like myself who normally spends weekends in the library.

For myself, being the embodiment of passivity, ‘leading’ someone on a dance floor (or in any endeavor for that matter) is quite overwhelming. I have studied and perfected the passive life of Haruki Murakami's characters whose only pursuits involve excessive and solitary reading, cooking, exercise, cleaning, and drinking. Like Repo Man’s Otto I’ve lived my life in the passenger seat, taking it all in, while doing nothing. However, my passivity has yet to carry me on any Murakami-esque adventures with psychic, crippled, 13 year old girls to Hawaii or into deep wells. Realizing that as a purely passive human being I need to be proactive and lead people in life, even in something as simple as a dance, is very daunting.

That being said, I gave up on dancing to the salsa and meringue (I found cumbia to be easier) and found solace in reggaeton, of all things. I’ve never been a fan of reggaeton prior, finding the lyrics a bit misogynistic and the beat boring. Compared to the complicated and proactive salsa rhythms reggaeton was a relief. To reggaeton I could dance with abandon without having to lead, figure out moves 3 steps ahead or worry about complicated steps, yet it is just as sexy and fun as salsa. No wonder everyone is into this stuff! Maybe I need to rethink music, it is hard to criticize music when your dancing to it, while it is just too easy to do while sitting on the sidelines. I will no longer deride reggaeton!

What I leared from this night was that without serious study of the various forms of Latin dance I will continue to remain frustrated and in the dark and reggaeton won’t always come to my rescue. I enrolled in a beginner’s salsa class and will figure out this ASAP. Until then I'll stick to dancing to House in my kitchen and to try and 'dance like no one is watching'. I urge you, dear reader, to do the same.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Mountains out of molehills

Paranoia strikes me all of the time. For example, I heard a loud booming noise the other night around 2am. I assumed that it was someone breaking into the house by kicking in the door. Turns out that it was just my neighbor’s ajar screen door banging against the house during a wind storm. No need for me to fear the worst.

Likewise, many people around me are sick with the flu. This includes co-workers, a roommate, and others. Friday during a basketball game the man behind me coughed the entire game, covering my jacket and neck with germs. Then on Sunday I sat next to a woman for 2 hours and later shook her hand and ate an apple with that dirty hand, only to learn that she just recovered from the flu.

Add to this my usual litany of symptoms: stomach pains, irritability, sleeplessness, mild sore throat (probably from the common cold) and nausea and headaches due to excessive caffeine. I, of course, assume that I am the next candidate for the flu with these symptoms. Later, looking at life and realizing that I’m stressing about my future, procrastinating over schools, afraid to ask out a girl, and the ‘rigors’ of life are causing me to grind my teeth and have a sore jaw. I ignore these psychological factors and assume the worst, that I have the flu. Taking the necessary precautions I begin sleeping 10 hours a day, consuming excessive amounts of water, Emergen-C, raw garlic, fennel seeds, oranges, steeped ginger root, and washing my hands 30 times a day.

So far I’m not sick and don’t think I will get sick. But the clenched jaw, sleepless nights, and fear in my stomach remain. I think that the illness is in the mind, not my body.

Monday, March 19, 2007

March Madness


Another weekend come and gone. My NCAA basketball picks are proving to be quite off this year, but Pitt and Georgetown are advancing so it's all good. Went to Chi-town to catch a few games this past Friday. An odd situation, the tickets were procured through a “friend of a friend of a friend” who was told to meet ‘a guy’ in a rest stop near O'Hare International Airport. After unsuccessfully selling my friend on a pyramid scheme we got the tickets and headed to the game.

First game, Georgia Tech vs. UNLV. Kind of boring. I picked GT, but they lost. The true highlight was the pathetic mascot of Georgia Tech, Buzz, the Yellow Jacket, which had NO SPIRIT! Clad in Chuck Taylors he seemed to be an indie rocker drafted into this position at the last second as he had perfected only two moves: a celebratory fist pump more suitable for punk rock shows and an apathetic shaking of the ‘stinger’. Poor Buzz didn’t dance or rev up the crowd, he spent more time flirting with the UNLV cheerleaders! Buzz also failed to perform his patented ‘Buzz flip’. This pathetic critter is a previous winner of mascot of the year. The results of this Atlanta based poll are dubious at best, either way the person playing Buzz needs some serious training to live up to the Buzz legacy. A friend recommended that 'the bee' be hoisted up on strings and fly around the stadium. That would have been wonderful, at least emerging from some sort of hive would have added character. The GT cheerleaders were equally boring with only 5 men and 3 ladies who just stood around and CLAPPED to the music, occasionally hoisting the gals up and letting them shake their pom-pons. UNLV’s Showgirls style performance was more worthy with serious booty shaking and a cowboy (Runnin’ Rebel) mascot who danced around and could sorta keep rhythm.

The Badgers barely won against unknowns Texas A&M-Corpus Christi, but the Texas Islanders won based on the mascot alone. I don’t know what an “Islander” is in Texas. Perhaps it is a part-Polynesian, part-German/Mexican Texan with a tiki face and grass skirt. Izzy the Islander danced it up and had some real pride is his/her job with slides, shaking, fist pumps, and serious movement (Izzy had rhythm, so probably was a woman). The Texas A&M CC Blue Crew also did a good job with their cheering (rather boisterous and animated) despite being outnumbered and overshadowed by the local Badgers squad.

Besides the shoddy performance by Buzz I was struck by the fact that most songs by the bands were old rock tunes. What was once a novelty with DJs sampling the Compton High School Marching Band’s rendition of 'Low Rider,' it is now commonplace for college bands to play such anthems as ‘Ring of Fire’, ‘Low Rider’, or ‘Iron Man’ --so much for fight songs.

NCAA consumption with the unhealthy food, high prices, regional rivalries, sensory overload, and sitting all day was too much for me, add to that a long car ride, and stomach full of heavy Chicago Pie and I was beat. Let’s hope Pitt wins this thing and we can move on with our lives.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Heard It All Before

We hear it all the time. Low income, often immigrant, blue-collar neighborhoods being turned into hipster playgrounds. This has affected most cities across the nation, but perhaps none more than NYC. From the South Bronx to Brooklyn, Lower East Side to Queens, hipsters and yuppies move in, drive up the rents and drive out their poorer neighbors. It appears that the Dominican stronghold of Washington Heights is joining that list. You can read more in this NYTimes article.

Is this a bad thing? Probably, but that isn't the point, it is happening all over the place and will continue to happen whether it is 'good' or 'bad'. Remember, the decision maker here is profit. If someone can make a buck and it so happens that others are displaced so be it. That is just an inevitable inconvenience. But what do those of us who are bothered by this change to do? Remember, this movement isn't caused by Dominicans 'moving on up' because of an increase in their incomes, they're being forced out because of rising rents.

What to do? Probably nothing. Visit Washington Heights as a tourist, grab a bite to eat, sip some coffee, have a beer or three, take a photo and move on.

I am not bothered by this because I'm a post-modern liberal who decries not merely the injustice but the loss of some authentic ethnic-enclave which is more 'real' than my suburban roots will ever be. Okay, I sorta am. But what really bothers me is the displacement of the working class and the continued homogenization of our culture. Do we really want our cities to be yuppie and hipster playgrounds of consumption?

I suggest that our society does want everything to be like a mall and if there are losers along this path so be it. Just pray you're on the winning side or else you'll find yourself living in a ghetto suburb without a mall or be doing time in prison.

Joys of the Desert Cake

Like most Americans I'm bored and underutilized at my job. Therefore, I have to revile in the simple pleasures of life. These delicacies include morning coffee, today it was El Salvador Santa Ana from Counter Culture instead of the Folger's and Dunkin' Donuts coffee proffered by my co-workers (yes, I'm an elitist). I am also lucky enough to have interesting co-workers who can entertain with stories about mobsters at the Catfish Lounge. But the best piece would be the Desert Cake, enjoyed best with coffee.

The Army issued Walnut Tea Cake, ie. the Desert Cake (as it would withstand the heat of Iraq and retain its taste) is a dense sugar laden cake speckled with walnut nubs. A colleague was able to obtain a few Desert Cakes from a friend on an army base and we've been enjoying them with coffee every morning. This cake is packaged in an airtight tray and can withstand extreme temperature and weather changes for up to 18 months whilst retaining its moisture and taste. Point being, on these slow, boring, life sapping Monday mornings, enjoy the Desert Cake, or whatever simple pleasure that may be in your world.

Friday, March 9, 2007

Winter's Colder, Memories Smolder

Spring is nearly here, blue sky re-emerge, days are longer and I am reminded that the sun exists; snow is melting, I can even hear the occasional bird chirping. Usually this is a joyful time, despite the fluxuating temperatures and increase in mud. However, having grown used to the frigid temperatures of Mil-town I am not only sad to see winter go, but fearful. Today felt like spring with a temperature of 33. When I lived in DC highs in the 20s for more than a week were a signal that it was time to pack the bags for Florida, buy a sun-lamp, or just give up. Now I cherish the cold days and shudder when I see forecasts with highs in the 40s.

It seems to me that the cold holds things together for those of us who are psychologically fragile. You can be encased in your self-created cocoon and it is ok. Even when you venture out of doors to the frigid terrain it is clean and the air crisp. Walking on cold snowy days one finds silence prevailing. There is calm, a stillness to it all. Compare that to the cacophony of spring or summer.

I fear the end of winter, sure the longer days are nice (sunlight does a body good) and I don’t have to worry about getting salt all over my clothes. But, gone are the blizzard warnings, quiet snow covered mornings, helping neighbors w/stuck cars, and the frozen lake. With winter ending I fear it’ll all unravel, like the melting snow and emerging tree buds I feel I will be exposed, hanging ‘out there’. I love the winter and the impetus to stay indoors and be okay. I always feel worse being alone in the summer when everyone around me is outdoors engaged in activity. While being inside and alone in winter is acceptable, if not desirable.

Still just over a week left of winter, and for those of us in Chill-waukee we can hope for some snow all the way until May, but know that it is over and summer is fast on our heels.

In the past I would be celebrating the coming of sun and high temperatures, now I dread it and am counting the days till November and the first snowfall. But I’ll enjoy the cold whilst I can or relocate to Edmonton!

Monday, March 5, 2007

KC BBQ-ers win Stanley Cup!

Stupid, the Pittsburgh Penguins are very close to packing up and heading to Kansas City. They will now be called the KC BBQ-ers and will win the Stanley Cup in 2 years with their roster of stars to about 2 people who have never heard of hockey before, just like what happened when the Nordiques moved to Denver. It is very stupid. However, if a city needs some overpaid athletes to have self worth then it is in need of great help. Let the babies leave. Why? Is the arena is no good? No luxury boxes? Many cities are ELIMINATING luxury boxes! The Penguins are packing in the fans, but won't turn a profit and must leave (just like in Winnipeg). But who cares, no one knows what's going on so let them turn Pittsburgh into some lame Simpsons-esque caricature of a city as they slash public transit, eliminate city pools, build a casino (a sign that the city is giving up and has zero creativity), hemorrhage young professionals and lose sports franchises. I'll weep into my teacup in Mil-town when no one is watching.

Though I should probably call and order my season tickets in Kansas City before the team gets too hot!

Welcome Friends

Five days from whence I began this blog I am here to offer an invitation to 'join' this blog, read and criticize it with friends/co-workers, and of course to post comment after comment which will challenge, deride, and support my petty little posts. I hope to cover a range of topics, but am now stuck on music. If you read, thanks for reading, if not, well, that's irrelevant.

Something Ain't Right

Friday night. Home from a late night at work. Turns out that Amy Winehouse is popular with everyone from Adult Contemporary show Cafe Tonight to grime MC Shystie. That got me to thinking, either this gal is a good singer, fresh (in that retro way we all love (because NO ONE is doing anything good that is new)) or we're all being duped by a rather provocative deceiver. I enjoy pop music, but after too much deep thinking I believe that I enjoy it in the same way I enjoy donuts, bootyful hip-hop videos, and suburban sprawl. It feels good at first then a dull pain sets in and I feel bad in a grinding way that isn't very obvious till I've sink into a mini-depression.

I've been battling with the media, friends, and myself the past few years whether or not contemporary music is redemptive at all. I enjoy it, but I still don't think it is all that redemptive. Most of the music out there is negative, self-deluded, and at best, escapist. Historically popular music (from rock to hip-hop to soul to whatever u like) is just self-absorption and decadence and I don't think that has changed at all. 30 years after trashing hotels and drinking yourself to death became passe people still think it is cool. If you don't believe me look at Fly Life in the Village Voice to see what passes for entertainment.

I was thinking all of the above after hearing Ms. Winehouse on WUWM's Cafe Tonight. Later I turned on the nutty Religious station WVCY which I tune into for conviction and comic relief. Of course I tuned in during the middle of a show demonizing Rock n' Roll. Naturally, they went into the excesses of the Sixties, the deaths of Janis Joplin, Van Morrison, and Jimi Hendrix. Then into the deaths of 2Pac and Biggie Smalls. This show solidified my thinking that Rock n' Roll and most of it's offshoots (nearly all of today's popular music) is decadent, negative, destructive, and at least trivial. Even stuff that I enjoy, much of which is off the radar and somewhat positive, proves to be deluded, indulgent, destructive, selfish, and meaningless. Someone please let me know what they find redeeming about the music they like.

I am a big fan of music yet I feel that it rarely serves any purpose and only leaves me more unsatisfied than before I listened to it. Sure I have a bad attitude, but that isn't all of it. I think the problem is focus. Artists aren't focused on anything but themselves and thus have nothing to offer us in today's topsy turvy world.

That being said I spent last night listening to the escapist gem Breath From Another by Esthero and reading trashing Southwestern short stories in Naked Pueblo by Mark Jude Poirier. So I'm a hypocrite and don't feel good about any of it!

Friday, March 2, 2007

Bandwagon Jumping

I’m jumping on the soulful hipster, Anglophile exoticism bandwagon here with Amy Winehouse. I first heard her with Bugz in the Attic in 2005 and wasn't floored. Hearing her new stuff I'm happy to join the hype. I don’t like anorexics or drunkards, but this gal is off the chain! She can sing, she don’t care ‘bout nothing, and her retro girl group sound is oddly refreshing. There is a liberating quality to her music (as negative as it may be). Now, for the first time in maybe 5 years I’m excited about a new release. In case you don’t know what I’m talking about:

Chill Pill

1st post here...probably should be an intro. We'll get to that later. For now look for this old song by Mary Mary-"Trouble Ain't" -a real gem of their 2nd lp 'Incredible'. Poppy R&B w/mellow acoustic guitar and uplifting lyrics. Just what you need to get through a rough day, or season. I was turned onto this track (as well as dozens of others)by supreme Gospel DJ, Fitz over at BBC's 1xtra, check out his latest show featuring that track as the 'Chill Pill' and an interview with and tribute to The Sounds of Blackness at http://www.bbc.co.uk/1xtra/djfitz/