last couple days
The last couple days were a lot of fun. I'd heard many tales of Borna's assholishness but if anything he was even nicer than usual. His and Reed's room at the gallery was pretty fuckin sweet. Here's some famous people hanging in there:
I also thought the Reed cigarette video was pretty sweet- but by far the most impressive shit was the Master Control Program stuff Reed played me. I haven't gotten too excited by any noise stuff recently, but I read this great interview/article on Brian Eno and it really got me thinking about ambience and whatnot. Anyway my point is that MCP's shit is good as hell and I look forward to seeing them live.
The rest of the night was good hangin' out until well-needed rest. Me and Jon left pretty early the next morning cause I needed to go get my haircut. And yes I know its ridiculous I felt the need to go all the way to Wayne, but I figured since I was going to Philadelphia anyway, whatever. It was nice to stop by Shady Dog too. I swear since I've left for school they've started to get the best vinyl. I picked up 4 dollar records there to go along with the 16 i bought at a rummage sale Friday morning.
So yeah, we got some Johns Village Market sandwiches and went back to Philadelphia so we could take naps. Eventually we woke up to head to Russian Futurists/Junior Boys/Caribou. First we had to pick up this girl, I think her name was Sam. Anyway on the way to the Troc I almost got her and Jon killed. But yeah, we got there unharmed and towards the end of the Junior Boys set. I don't particularly care for them so 3 songs was the perfect length. Caribou was fucking amazing. They played the new album almost in its entirety as well as the best cuts from Up in Flames. The songs with the dual drumming were the best, but really every song was amazing to watch. The video in the back was great too- it was just a great show. I also stood right next to *gasp* Sean Agnew, who I introduced myself to and asked if he wanted to go smoke some weed with us. He said yeah at first but then realized he had some stuff to take care or something. It was a pretty nice blow off at least, I expected more of a dick response. So anyway the three of us walked to Washington park and got really, really stoned. So stoned that instead of walking back north to Arch we walked South... all the way to South Street.
Finally turned in the right direction we arrived at the Troc just as SND was ending and Autechre was starting. Autechre was really killing it. I was expecting something more laid back, but it was fully bowel-quaking improvised dance jamz. I was really into it at first but as I got more and more tired I really started to fade. They eventually turned off all the lights which just about did me in. I probably wasn't as tired as Jon though, who literally couldn't stand any longer. We left at 1:30, but according to the sound dude's chart I glanced at on the way out they were going to stop playing at 1:20 anyway. I probably enjoyed Caribou more, but I'm glad I got to see Autechre since I know the dudes rarely tour. We headed back to Jons dorm to crash, and crash is what we did.
I got up this morning at 8 cause I thought I had to feed the meter, but I had totally forgotten it was Sunday. Ah well. I drove home, went back to sleep and I've been doing god knows what since then. So yeah...
artist: Mose Allison
album: Best of Mose Allison
year: 1970
label: Atlantic SD 1542
condition: exc
price: $1 @ VF Convention
value: $10
amg rating: 4.5
my rating: 4 stars
I haven't listened to this since I bought it, and to be totally honest I thought Mose Allison sounded completely different than this. The songs collected here from his 5 Atlantic LP's are pretty homogenous white-boy blues jams. For what they are, they're actually pretty good; Allison never strays from his strengths. His piano playing is solid for sure and his vocals never seem strained. Not shockingly the songs written by Willie Dixon and Muddy Waters are better than his originals, but if the covers weren't such familiar songs I'm not sure I'd be able to tell they were covers. That last sentence hardly makes sense- what I'm trying to say is that his originals and his covers all sort of take on the same style- and it's a style that suits him well. Mose Allison isn't an essential touchstone in Blues history, but this seems like the perfect record to throw on right after JJ Cale's Naturally.
I also thought the Reed cigarette video was pretty sweet- but by far the most impressive shit was the Master Control Program stuff Reed played me. I haven't gotten too excited by any noise stuff recently, but I read this great interview/article on Brian Eno and it really got me thinking about ambience and whatnot. Anyway my point is that MCP's shit is good as hell and I look forward to seeing them live.
The rest of the night was good hangin' out until well-needed rest. Me and Jon left pretty early the next morning cause I needed to go get my haircut. And yes I know its ridiculous I felt the need to go all the way to Wayne, but I figured since I was going to Philadelphia anyway, whatever. It was nice to stop by Shady Dog too. I swear since I've left for school they've started to get the best vinyl. I picked up 4 dollar records there to go along with the 16 i bought at a rummage sale Friday morning.
So yeah, we got some Johns Village Market sandwiches and went back to Philadelphia so we could take naps. Eventually we woke up to head to Russian Futurists/Junior Boys/Caribou. First we had to pick up this girl, I think her name was Sam. Anyway on the way to the Troc I almost got her and Jon killed. But yeah, we got there unharmed and towards the end of the Junior Boys set. I don't particularly care for them so 3 songs was the perfect length. Caribou was fucking amazing. They played the new album almost in its entirety as well as the best cuts from Up in Flames. The songs with the dual drumming were the best, but really every song was amazing to watch. The video in the back was great too- it was just a great show. I also stood right next to *gasp* Sean Agnew, who I introduced myself to and asked if he wanted to go smoke some weed with us. He said yeah at first but then realized he had some stuff to take care or something. It was a pretty nice blow off at least, I expected more of a dick response. So anyway the three of us walked to Washington park and got really, really stoned. So stoned that instead of walking back north to Arch we walked South... all the way to South Street.
Finally turned in the right direction we arrived at the Troc just as SND was ending and Autechre was starting. Autechre was really killing it. I was expecting something more laid back, but it was fully bowel-quaking improvised dance jamz. I was really into it at first but as I got more and more tired I really started to fade. They eventually turned off all the lights which just about did me in. I probably wasn't as tired as Jon though, who literally couldn't stand any longer. We left at 1:30, but according to the sound dude's chart I glanced at on the way out they were going to stop playing at 1:20 anyway. I probably enjoyed Caribou more, but I'm glad I got to see Autechre since I know the dudes rarely tour. We headed back to Jons dorm to crash, and crash is what we did.
I got up this morning at 8 cause I thought I had to feed the meter, but I had totally forgotten it was Sunday. Ah well. I drove home, went back to sleep and I've been doing god knows what since then. So yeah...
artist: Mose Allison
album: Best of Mose Allison
year: 1970
label: Atlantic SD 1542
condition: exc
price: $1 @ VF Convention
value: $10
amg rating: 4.5
my rating: 4 stars
I haven't listened to this since I bought it, and to be totally honest I thought Mose Allison sounded completely different than this. The songs collected here from his 5 Atlantic LP's are pretty homogenous white-boy blues jams. For what they are, they're actually pretty good; Allison never strays from his strengths. His piano playing is solid for sure and his vocals never seem strained. Not shockingly the songs written by Willie Dixon and Muddy Waters are better than his originals, but if the covers weren't such familiar songs I'm not sure I'd be able to tell they were covers. That last sentence hardly makes sense- what I'm trying to say is that his originals and his covers all sort of take on the same style- and it's a style that suits him well. Mose Allison isn't an essential touchstone in Blues history, but this seems like the perfect record to throw on right after JJ Cale's Naturally.