I'm running way behind shchedule today - nursing the first jack 'n' coke of the day, and watching Dirty on Purpose from Brooklyn. It's a wide-open, delay-drenched moodrock, a mercifully good start to Thursday afternoon.
A little C&B, anyone?
We got in last night amidst horror stories of flashflood warnings and t-storms. Read more »
I know what you're thinking. "Oh, poor you - poor you, having to hear so much music, drink so much beer, inhale so much barbecue, and party so hard with all those rock stars, random actors, and piles o' Texans." You can wipe that little sneer off your mug - it's unbecoming, and I see marionette lines in your faded future. Anyhoo, South By Southwest it was. Expect fresh dispatches daily, when I can slog back to a computer, from yours truly and contributor Kate Izquierdo. Read more »
All hail the promiscuous creative and collaborative imagination of Chelonis R. Jones. He recently teamed up with Marc Romboy on the sick single “Helen Cornell,” a slice of voice-over-beats that is bettered only by Jones’s “Black Sabrina” in terms of fierceness. Read more »
Guardian intern Sam Devine weighs in on this weekend's Dustfish Burning Man camp benefit:
The Oakland Police Department busted the Dustfish Burning Man camp benefit party Sunday, March 11, early in the morning. It was a massive party of 3,000 in a warehouse on Mandela Parkway. The building was so huge that a charter bus company, seemingly indifferent to the bash, was coming and going from another part of the warehouse.
Thelony on Rye opened, playing strange, noisy bebop. Then came Dr. Abacus, playing a similar but grooving jazz that had the room jitterbugging and hopping around. Read more »
I had honestly forgotten how much I like Cake. Years of too much radio play hardened me to those catchy tunes like Never There and The Distance, making me forget all about the beats so steeped in funk you can't help but move your hips, the spot-on transitions that would make any music major proud, the deep melodic sarcasm of John McCrea's voice, and the plain old virtuosity of these people as musicians. What I hadn't forgotten was McCrea's attitude: bitter, jaded, and a bit antagonistic to his audience. Read more »
The Gowns sound awfully good to me - composed of former members of Mae Shi and Amps for Christ, the now-Berkeley art-rockin' combo is playing tonight at 21 Grand, opening for BARR, Marnie Stern, and Old Time Relijun. Read more »