Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Friday, October 17, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Momma's Boy video
Chris spotted it first; the Momma's Boy video - directed by the French artist Stephane Manel, music by Chromeo. CHECK IT OUT.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Braggadocio
Guess who's going to see Bob Dylan in Santa Barbara on September 7? That's right, this girl!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Outside Lands or Treasure Island?
Agh! Which one would you go to? (Keep in mind that it will be tough for me to catch the Friday bands because of work...) Oh and there's a price difference to take into account.
http://sfoutsidelands.com/
http://www.treasureislandfestival.com/
OH! Philly people - there's a Bob Dylan show at the Electric Factory for the venue's 40th Anniversary in mid-August. If there was any possible way I could make it, I would do so - that's going to be a GREAT show. Get on it.
http://sfoutsidelands.com/
http://www.treasureislandfestival.com/
OH! Philly people - there's a Bob Dylan show at the Electric Factory for the venue's 40th Anniversary in mid-August. If there was any possible way I could make it, I would do so - that's going to be a GREAT show. Get on it.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
What I'll be doing October 3 - 5
The line-up for Hardly Strictly Bluegrass is ridiculously great this year. Let me know if you want to come with...
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
I Ain't Gonna Marry, Ain't Gonna Settle Down
This struck a chord...
So friends of mine, take my advice,
If you've been stung once, don't get stung twice;
Married life is mighty sweet,
But a single life personally is hard to beat;
It's nice to say that you are man and wife,
It's hard to find a pal who will stick through life;
So if the right one ain't easy found,
I ain't gonna marry or settle down.
So friends of mine, take my advice,
If you've been stung once, don't get stung twice;
Married life is mighty sweet,
But a single life personally is hard to beat;
It's nice to say that you are man and wife,
It's hard to find a pal who will stick through life;
So if the right one ain't easy found,
I ain't gonna marry or settle down.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Now THAT'S entertainment!
Check out Clarence's hair! Classic. And seeing Silvio Dante use his teeth on a guitar... brilliant. I actually can't say enough good things about this YouTube clip.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Josh Ritter is the guy your mom wants you to marry.
Listen to this adorable recount of his night with the Boston Pops (came via e-newsletter):
Hello All!
I had a dream last night that my band and I had a gig the night after our concert with the Boston Pops. We were to be in the same building (Symphony Hall), but somehow things felt different. When I arrived for the show, the band and I got into a deep discussion about what songs to play; so deep, in fact, that we forgot we had a show to put on. We were laughing away at the songs and ideas we were coming up with when suddenly I heard "Girl in the War" being played over the Symphony Hall sound system. "Hmm," I thought, "Well, that song's off the list." Then for some reason I found myself out on stage with a tambourine and nothing else. But the weird part was that I was standing on a trampoline...
Our actual show with the Boston Pops was also a dream, but thankfully one that came true. While the details are fresh in my mind I'll jot a few down.
Symphony Hall, one of the greatest acoustic spaces in the entire world and a place that seems brimming over with the collected strains of music over the last century, was the setting. To walk the corridors and stand in the balcony is like climbing a high mountain and look back on how far you've come.
The project of bringing my songs to the Pops was undertaken by some folks at the Pops, my manager and booking agent, the arranger Sean O'Laughlin, my band, and myself. Zack Hickman in particular did a good deal of work with Sean to get the music to go smoothly. In most ways it was like any other show, but in a few crucial ones it was different. Firstly, Symphony Hall is big: 2,300 people is a lot of people. Secondly, this was a one-off show. If I forgot words or if the arrangements felt wrong or the sound system went out or the guitars were out of tune, that was that. Thirdly, alongside this incredible crowd our families were all going to be in attendance. I was pretty nervous for the rehearsal. Here, after a great deal of work on arrangements, set lists and set-up, we would see how the whole thing hung together. The orchestra was friendly, but not overly, still when the opening chorale written by Sean for "Best for the Best" began, I realized that the only way to enjoy the evening fully was to accept whatever was going to happen unconditionally. During the rehearsal the rain began to pour down Biblically on the Boston. "How Biblical," I thought. The thunder sounded truly enormous as well, and continued until the man tuning the timpani was finished.
We finished the rehearsal and I went back to the hotel, pressed my suit and paced around for an hour or so. The great poet Robert Pinsky had agreed to come back from Aspen to read a couple poems over my instrumental piece "Edge of the World," but because of the rain he and his wife had been unable to land.
Whatever fears the band or I had strangely melted away as show time neared. Symphony Hall was lit up and the sound of the house getting full drifted up into our dressing room. By the time we stood side stage and the orchestra tuned, the prevailing emotion was elation. That didn't subside for an hour and a half. "Idaho," which I played solo seem to fill up the hall, and from there, the orchestra swelled into "Best for the Best" and then "Other Side." "Monster Ballads," "Rumors," "Kathleen," "Adam" - every song was like unwrapping a gift. My friend, the violinist Hilary Hahn, told me once that the best place to listen to music is standing in the middle of an orchestra. She's right.
Midway through the set, Robert Pinsky, who had made it to the ground against all odds, read two beautiful poems and truly stole the night. Standing to the side of the stage and listening to him recite was astounding.
The audience was likewise astounding. It felt like we had won something before we even got out on stage, and in a very major way, we had. This sort of victory doesn't come around for free. It takes a lot of uncertainty and a lot of miles, a lot of sleep-starved nights and even more coffee, and it takes people who not only believe in you but are willing to show it.
The show went off without a hitch and we floated back up to the green room where there was champagne and slaps on the back. By the time we got back to the hotel it was 2:30 in the morning, but sleep came nearly instantly and there were no trampolines in it.
Swoon! Anyway, if you ever get the chance to see this guy in concert - do it! His internal goodness just shines through the entire set and stays with you after you leave. And the music's not bad either.
Hello All!
I had a dream last night that my band and I had a gig the night after our concert with the Boston Pops. We were to be in the same building (Symphony Hall), but somehow things felt different. When I arrived for the show, the band and I got into a deep discussion about what songs to play; so deep, in fact, that we forgot we had a show to put on. We were laughing away at the songs and ideas we were coming up with when suddenly I heard "Girl in the War" being played over the Symphony Hall sound system. "Hmm," I thought, "Well, that song's off the list." Then for some reason I found myself out on stage with a tambourine and nothing else. But the weird part was that I was standing on a trampoline...
Our actual show with the Boston Pops was also a dream, but thankfully one that came true. While the details are fresh in my mind I'll jot a few down.
Symphony Hall, one of the greatest acoustic spaces in the entire world and a place that seems brimming over with the collected strains of music over the last century, was the setting. To walk the corridors and stand in the balcony is like climbing a high mountain and look back on how far you've come.
The project of bringing my songs to the Pops was undertaken by some folks at the Pops, my manager and booking agent, the arranger Sean O'Laughlin, my band, and myself. Zack Hickman in particular did a good deal of work with Sean to get the music to go smoothly. In most ways it was like any other show, but in a few crucial ones it was different. Firstly, Symphony Hall is big: 2,300 people is a lot of people. Secondly, this was a one-off show. If I forgot words or if the arrangements felt wrong or the sound system went out or the guitars were out of tune, that was that. Thirdly, alongside this incredible crowd our families were all going to be in attendance. I was pretty nervous for the rehearsal. Here, after a great deal of work on arrangements, set lists and set-up, we would see how the whole thing hung together. The orchestra was friendly, but not overly, still when the opening chorale written by Sean for "Best for the Best" began, I realized that the only way to enjoy the evening fully was to accept whatever was going to happen unconditionally. During the rehearsal the rain began to pour down Biblically on the Boston. "How Biblical," I thought. The thunder sounded truly enormous as well, and continued until the man tuning the timpani was finished.
We finished the rehearsal and I went back to the hotel, pressed my suit and paced around for an hour or so. The great poet Robert Pinsky had agreed to come back from Aspen to read a couple poems over my instrumental piece "Edge of the World," but because of the rain he and his wife had been unable to land.
Whatever fears the band or I had strangely melted away as show time neared. Symphony Hall was lit up and the sound of the house getting full drifted up into our dressing room. By the time we stood side stage and the orchestra tuned, the prevailing emotion was elation. That didn't subside for an hour and a half. "Idaho," which I played solo seem to fill up the hall, and from there, the orchestra swelled into "Best for the Best" and then "Other Side." "Monster Ballads," "Rumors," "Kathleen," "Adam" - every song was like unwrapping a gift. My friend, the violinist Hilary Hahn, told me once that the best place to listen to music is standing in the middle of an orchestra. She's right.
Midway through the set, Robert Pinsky, who had made it to the ground against all odds, read two beautiful poems and truly stole the night. Standing to the side of the stage and listening to him recite was astounding.
The audience was likewise astounding. It felt like we had won something before we even got out on stage, and in a very major way, we had. This sort of victory doesn't come around for free. It takes a lot of uncertainty and a lot of miles, a lot of sleep-starved nights and even more coffee, and it takes people who not only believe in you but are willing to show it.
The show went off without a hitch and we floated back up to the green room where there was champagne and slaps on the back. By the time we got back to the hotel it was 2:30 in the morning, but sleep came nearly instantly and there were no trampolines in it.
Swoon! Anyway, if you ever get the chance to see this guy in concert - do it! His internal goodness just shines through the entire set and stays with you after you leave. And the music's not bad either.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Mmmm indie music goodness in obscure places. What's not to love?
La Blogotheque meets artists and tapes them performing in a non-traditional venue, i.e. an elevator, an alley, a hotel room, etc. Check out the Take Away Shows here.
Some suggestions: Sufjan Stevens, Au Revoir Simone, Jens Lekman, St. Vincent, the Arcade Fire. But there's so much more. Check out for yourself.
Some suggestions: Sufjan Stevens, Au Revoir Simone, Jens Lekman, St. Vincent, the Arcade Fire. But there's so much more. Check out for yourself.
Sweet!
Who's coming with me?!
p.s. I love that the Fillmore is like, 3 blocks away from my apartment.
p.p.s. I hate how expensive San Francisco is - I directed a friend to their Philadelphia show (at the First Unitarian Church - loooove that place) and tickets were more than $10 less in Philly. C'mon!
p.s. I love that the Fillmore is like, 3 blocks away from my apartment.
p.p.s. I hate how expensive San Francisco is - I directed a friend to their Philadelphia show (at the First Unitarian Church - loooove that place) and tickets were more than $10 less in Philly. C'mon!
Monday, June 23, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Favorite Beatles song?
I've been thinking about this lately. For the most part, I never stick to any of my "favorites" for long, but I thought I might crystallize this moment in time by providing a list. It's a three-way tie, depending on my mood (haha my rock solid decisions always come with so many caveats...):
"A Day in the Life"
"Happiness is a Warm Gun"
"Revolution"
Now yours - go!
Haha and on a side note, while Googleimaging the Beatles for this post, I came across this argument (if you can call it that) that the Beatles were Satanists, chock full of typos. Pretty ridiculous.
Another wonderful facet to Wolfgangs Vault
The Crawdaddy Magazine
Read today:
-review of new Silver Jews record (yep, there's a new one!!!)
Great resource for distraction.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Telepathe
Going to see this band in the city with the lovely Leslie Emmons this week. Should be interesting. The Pitchfork reviews were good - let me know if you have opinions of your own.
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