Bad As Me and Tuesday Night Concerts
1. Tom Waits' new album, Bad As Me, sounds like a leering junkyard dog who gets interrupted by creeper, Twin Peaks red roo
m lounge ballads. Which is to say, I've been listening to it for two days straight and obsessing over what a lovemuffindreamboatbrilliantartist Tom Waits is. Again. This happens multiple times a year, let alone a year a new album is released.
His career is brain-breaking. There is continual growth in his music and he is one of the best storytellers I've ever read. It's inspiring as all get out. Waits proves that if you do your thing with integrity, ingenuity, honesty and patience, the rest of the world just may come around to notice how fucking awesome you are. (Fingers crossed here, folks.)
Here's Tom Waits on NPR. I LOVE YOU TERRY GROSS! Fresh Air kicks so much ass.
2. It is two days until I'm 29. For my birthday, I got a black and white scarf by fiber artist Betsie Withey.
So, thank you Ms. Amal, Ms. Caitlyn, Ms. CSE, Ms. Betsie and Ms. Nicole for the thing that I am wearing right now. And wore on Tuesday and will probably keep wearing all week. Yep, I've already accidentally dipped a tendril in my green tea, but that's ok. It dried.
If you aren't familiar with the artist Betsie Withey, check out her Etsy shop. She does all manner of nature and folklore inspired fiber art knitwear.
I also got this Michael Sowa postcard from Nicole:
and caramels from her Feed Your Face Etsy shop. If you want fancy vegan caramels, she's the person to get 'em from. Pomegranate Balsamic caramels. I know, what? DELICIOUS. Pounds, I could eat POUNDS of the damn things.
3. Tuesday night was a birthday gathering. Kinda. Sort of. More so it was a guilting of friends into going to a Slim Cessna Show on a work night, that didn't even start until 9:30 and had three bands, in lieu of a party.
But hell, it was grand. Cooney was there, along with my best friends Nida and Sara.
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Al Scorch opened. They were a three piece country ensemble comprised of a a standup bass, a brushed drum and a banjo. They played fast and hard and had something to them, but they ain't quite there yet. Songs blend. Patter is more drunken than charming. Though he could play killer quick, I actually liked their slow songs the best. The drummer had epic Deadwood chops that both CSE and I adored.
The Stanger was up next.
I LOVE MUSIC.
Slim Cessna's Auto Club came on and played till almost 1:30 in the morning. I danced myself sick. I was in the pit. I kept eyeing Cooney who'd never seen them live. She had appreciation eyes and dancing thighs.
I cannot emphasize this enough: If you've never seen Slim Cessna's Auto Club live, DO IT. It's probably gonna cost you a tenner and they'll throw a dark revival that'll get the worship of livin' back in your bones.
Similar to Tom Waits, who looks like no one else and sounds like no one else, all that can be said for SCAC is that they are the Denver Sound. Ain't nothing that holds a candle to what they do because it is uniquely and completely their own.
If you've never heard them, start with the album Cipher or The Bloudy Tenet Truth Peace.
Holy effin' hell, It's 4:10. Can't be bloggin' all goddamned day. Must. Needs. Do. Other. Things.
Later yo.
m lounge ballads. Which is to say, I've been listening to it for two days straight and obsessing over what a lovemuffindreamboatbrilliantartist Tom Waits is. Again. This happens multiple times a year, let alone a year a new album is released.
His career is brain-breaking. There is continual growth in his music and he is one of the best storytellers I've ever read. It's inspiring as all get out. Waits proves that if you do your thing with integrity, ingenuity, honesty and patience, the rest of the world just may come around to notice how fucking awesome you are. (Fingers crossed here, folks.)
Here's Tom Waits on NPR. I LOVE YOU TERRY GROSS! Fresh Air kicks so much ass.
2. It is two days until I'm 29. For my birthday, I got a black and white scarf by fiber artist Betsie Withey.
So, thank you Ms. Amal, Ms. Caitlyn, Ms. CSE, Ms. Betsie and Ms. Nicole for the thing that I am wearing right now. And wore on Tuesday and will probably keep wearing all week. Yep, I've already accidentally dipped a tendril in my green tea, but that's ok. It dried.
If you aren't familiar with the artist Betsie Withey, check out her Etsy shop. She does all manner of nature and folklore inspired fiber art knitwear.
I also got this Michael Sowa postcard from Nicole:
and caramels from her Feed Your Face Etsy shop. If you want fancy vegan caramels, she's the person to get 'em from. Pomegranate Balsamic caramels. I know, what? DELICIOUS. Pounds, I could eat POUNDS of the damn things.
3. Tuesday night was a birthday gathering. Kinda. Sort of. More so it was a guilting of friends into going to a Slim Cessna Show on a work night, that didn't even start until 9:30 and had three bands, in lieu of a party.
But hell, it was grand. Cooney was there, along with my best friends Nida and Sara.
*
Al Scorch opened. They were a three piece country ensemble comprised of a a standup bass, a brushed drum and a banjo. They played fast and hard and had something to them, but they ain't quite there yet. Songs blend. Patter is more drunken than charming. Though he could play killer quick, I actually liked their slow songs the best. The drummer had epic Deadwood chops that both CSE and I adored.
The Stanger was up next.
I LOVE MUSIC.
Slim Cessna's Auto Club came on and played till almost 1:30 in the morning. I danced myself sick. I was in the pit. I kept eyeing Cooney who'd never seen them live. She had appreciation eyes and dancing thighs.
I cannot emphasize this enough: If you've never seen Slim Cessna's Auto Club live, DO IT. It's probably gonna cost you a tenner and they'll throw a dark revival that'll get the worship of livin' back in your bones.
Similar to Tom Waits, who looks like no one else and sounds like no one else, all that can be said for SCAC is that they are the Denver Sound. Ain't nothing that holds a candle to what they do because it is uniquely and completely their own.
If you've never heard them, start with the album Cipher or The Bloudy Tenet Truth Peace.
Holy effin' hell, It's 4:10. Can't be bloggin' all goddamned day. Must. Needs. Do. Other. Things.
Later yo.