END OF DAYS This is the final lineup of the Tokyo String Quartet, which began in 1969. They performed their last concert in Seattle one week ago today.
Most students who have studied philosophy come across Theseus’s paradox. It involves a ship that is slowly replaced piece by piece as its parts weather away. The question then is whether or not the ship, ultimately composed entirely of new materials, is the same ship at all. The members of the Tokyo Quartet, which played its last ever Seattle performance a week ago today, were recently faced with a similar conundrum.
Amanda Palmer doesn't impress me. She never has. And while I've never bought into her exhaustingly whimsical pro-artist nonsense that's actually really self-serving and obnoxious, I've also never felt the need to physically recoil at anything she's done. Until now. Until reading her "A Poem of Dzhokhar," where she writes:
you don’t know how many vietnamese soft rolls to order.
you don’t know how convinced your parents were that having children would be, absolutely, without question, the correct thing to do.
you don’t know how precious your iphone battery time was until you’re hiding in the bottom of the boat.
you don’t know how to get away from your fucking parents.
you don’t know how it’s possible to feel total compassion in one moment and total disconnection in the next moment.
you don’t know how things could change so incredibly fast.
you don’t know how to make something, but the instructions are on the internet.
You can read the whole thing here. But, be warned—if you don't like it (and many people don't) that's not Palmer's fault. That's your own inability to see what the poem is really about. And her response to that criticism is what makes it all the more awful:
Every serious Prince fan has encountered numerous anecdotes about the amazing, intimate club shows Prince has given in the middle of the night at First Avenue or some nightclub in Paris. Last night, we got one in Seattle. (Actually, we got two—I saw the 11:30 pm show, and reports from the 8 pm show sound identical.)
The basic set-up: This was an intimate club performance by Thirdeyegirl, an all-female band with a male lead singer, who happened to be Prince. The basic question: Would Thirdeyegirl be a tool for Prince to communicate weird new free-jazz feelings, or would this be a Prince show with a hot new band?
This question was answered almost immediately after the lights went out, the band came on, and the stage exploded with amazing virtual pyrotechnics as Thirdeyegirl launched into "Let's Go Crazy," performed in a slowed-down, power-chord heavy version. It was electrifying and just the beginning.
This was definitely a Rock Show—Prince kept his guitar on all night, with things getting seriously funky only towards the end, when he brought out the Controversy classic "Let's Work" and—OHMYGOD—"A Love Bizarre." But holy shit what a rock show....
"Will they surprise-headline a NW festival this summer and collaborate on a masterpiece with Wilco?"
Have you taken a La Luz listen yet? You should! Their sunny tunes will make you feel you're like surfing through a mellow ocean of golden tears with the Ronettes.
Bree McKenna recently took them to a psychic, who—with the help of tarot decks and fairies made of moss clumps—read the band's future! And it's apparently full of Tori Amos–like solo projects, musicals, and a Wilco collaboration.
And did you know you can search local psychics on Yelp?
I started my hunt for an appropriate clairvoyant who could meet us in the University District for a late-night divination after La Luz were done with a practice. I searched Yelp. Turns out, most of the psychics on Yelp have pretty positive ratings—I expected the reviews to be a little more like crabby restaurant reviews, with complaints about bad romance guidance instead of soggy fries or whatever. The first psychic I called was a complete grouch and yelled at me about how she couldn't do a reading for a whole band...The next two psychics I called seemed too down-to-earth and practical, which felt unacceptable. But then I remembered that about a year ago, my friend and I had chatted with a tarot reader in line at Sureshot Espresso who insisted we consult the barista if we had any doubts about her skills...
by Jen Graves
on Thu, Apr 18, 2013 at 10:18 AM
Me too. Here is the concert-level glasses player Jamey Turner doing "Ode to Joy." (Funny twist: I know the relatives of this man. One of them is Seattle-based author Dave Thomas, whose short story Winter '86-'87 is in Heavy Feather Reviewhere; scroll to page 23 in the doc.)
Record Store Day is this Saturday! Are you ready? Is your bank account ready?
Because there are so many special Record Store Day releases, I'm not going to post them here—the whole list can be found at recordstoreday.com. What I will tell you, though, is everything happening around the city! There are a lot of free in-stores to catch and a lot of sales, so hopefully this will help you map out your day. And if you have something to add to this list, leave a comment! I'll update the post as necessary, so we have all the info we need to have the best Record Store Day ever.
Everyday Music (1520 10th Ave, everydaymusic.com): Opening early at 8 am! With live music, guest DJs, and more starting at 9 am. Here's the schedule:
9 am: Meet and greet with Robbie hill of the Family Affair and Wheedle's Groove 11 am: DJ Veins (our own Dave Segal!) 12 pm: DJ Mr. Smith 1 pm: Pitschouse 2 pm: King Dude 4 pm: Mystery Ship 5 pm: Scriptures 6 pm: Tomten 7 pm: Steradian
This weekend the LA Weekly's music blog, West Coast Sound, was at Coachella. Of course they would be, they're a SoCal blog covering a SoCal music festival. Whatever.
But how did they choose to cover the festival? Let's have a look:
In this post they have a very What You're Not Wearing vibe in their coverage, taking photos of all the different shirts dudes were wearing at the music festival. That kitten Nevermind cover shirt is great, by the way. Guys wearing shirts. No big.
Dear reader: I've done you a great disservice. When I was offered the opportunity to interview Johnny Marr, I leapt at the chance—I was certain my rabid admiration made me the best candidate to relay Marr's current opinions on the state of the world. Instead, my fanaticism turned into sheer nervous terror, giving me the brilliant idea that I should ask him a bunch of questions about shoes. And weed.
Johnny Marr is a legendary rock guitar player and songwriter, known mostly for his integral role in the Smiths. He's managed to stay relevant throughout his entire career, playing in too many bands to count. In the late 2000s, Marr spent a great deal of time in the Pacific Northwest as a member of Modest Mouse. He'll return on Monday, April 15, to play Neumos, supporting his latest solo LP, The Messenger, which was released in February.
I wanted to congratulate you on your NME Godlike Genius award. How does a thing like that make you feel?
You know, you can't take that kind of stuff too seriously. The award made a lot of fans happy, though, so that was nice. A good thing about that one is that it's kind of tongue in cheek, it's not too serious.
You used to reside in Portland, and you still have a home there. Are you fond of the Pacific Northwest? Have you been able to explore the area very much?
Quite a bit, yeah. I took to it straightaway. Mostly the mentality of the people I found myself meeting—it was nice to discover that there are a lot of liberal and creative artistic people there. I spent a lot of time hanging out in bookstores, meeting other musicians, and writing a lot of songs with bands like Modest Mouse. After a while, I started to explore the things that people who live healthier lives do. I've explored the Columbia River quite a bit, but I find Portland very pretty and quite inspiring, so I didn't really need to get out of town too much. I went to Salem, just because that's where John Fahey spent most of his time.
Rookie Mag does it again! The newest edition of their Ask a Grown Man video series is Thom Yorke and Nigel Godrich. They give advice to teen girls on asking boys out, how you know if you like someone ("Those little electrical impulses are the best bit," says Yorke), what it means when you want to have sex with someone who isn't your boyfriend, and more.
Holy lord, I love Raffi. Sometimes, people who you like as a child turn out to be creeps. And sometimes, they turn out to be really great grown-ups (like Mr. Rogers, who was one of the loveliest humans ever). Right now, children's singer-songwriter Raffi is taking to Twitter to lament the awfulness of Canadian teenager Rehtaeh Parsons's recent suicide, and rape culture and slutshaming in general, specifically calling out men to address their own issues and adults to fix some of the systemic fuckups that lead to these tragedies.
"rape culture"? what has society become—who tolerates such hideous violence& insult to human dignity? MEN, Youth—SPEAK OUT!! — Raffi Cavoukian (@Raffi_RC) April 12, 2013
UUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH. On Wednesday I have to get my wisdom teeth pulled and I am NOT excited about it. I've never had a tooth pulled before. I hate going to the dentist. I'm terrified.
Thankfully I have a very radical husband who'll help take care of me by making sure the house is stocked with frozen yogurt and pain meds, and I suppose I could look at the bright side and be stoked about the fact that I can catch up on my Netflix queue (it's excusable, ney, preferable to watch shit like Bridalplasty when high on percocet, right?), but until it's time for naps and drugs, I'm filled with anxiety. What if my teeth don't come out? What if ALL my teeth come out?* What if my whole jaw comes off? What if I wake up during the surgery? WHAT IF I DON'T WAKE UP AT ALL!?
Please enjoy the following story from Jacob James' vast collection of wonderful stories about celebs from his brush with fame while playing with the Lashes!
As our band was getting more popular, our record label booked us a series of high profile shows in the effort to show off that we were, in fact, the next cool thing. These shows made money but never scored us the kind of cool points they were supposed to. Something always went awry. Three shows stand out in my mind: The Time We Played NASCAR in Florida (we played right before a staged wet t-shirt contest), The Time We Opened For Trey Anistasio from Phish on a Moored Boat in New York City (aquatic puns welcome), and The Time Eric's Clothes Were Stolen From the Playboy Mansion.
We were asked to play the Playboy Mansion through our successful and well-connected A&R guy, when such a thing existed. He had an assistant who had a sister who worked as a publicist for some part of Hugh Hefner's empire, and she would do us the favor and book us and then we'd be famous and make everyone lots of money and rule the world. Then we got the contract.
Good news, fans of good music! This morning NPR announced that Seattle's own Sean Nelson is releasing a new album this summer! Make Good Choices will be out on June 4th, via Really Records, a new label started by Bomb the Music Industry's Jeff Rosenstock and If You Make It's Dave Garwacke.
The first single is the title track, which you can hear here, in a video animated by Clyde Petersen of Your Heart Breaks and Boating With Clyde.
Murder City Devils frontman Spencer Moody launched a Kickstarter campaign today (April 1st), hoping to raise $45,000 to make "a great sounding rock record" with fellow Devil Dann Gallucci. Yes, please! That'd be fucking great! But $45,000!?!?
So! Michelle Shocked showed up at the venue she would've played last night—if her tour hadn't been canceled due to her homophobic ranting—and protested outside the door by sitting in the border beds in a wacky outfit and with tape over her mouth. Read all about it on Line Out, and take the important Bald Britney vs. Tape-Mouth Michelle poll.
Robert Garrison, described as 'a 30-year-old sado-masochist from Florida', will be hammered onto a giant wooden cross behind a glass window in view of passersby at Battlecam TV's headquarters in Los Angeles...
...Mr Garrison [a gay man] will be left impaled by 12 inch nails for several hours while users of Battlecam TV's social networking website are invited to comment.
Watch the video after the jump. The naked Billy fun starts at the 1:33 mark.
Crowds gathered and waited for the sun to go down—this art was so big, it was cosmically connected. Rich people in business wear stood on a raised VIP platform so they could see best. Here they are, in a picture taken by a Seattle artist stuck standing behind them.
A SEATTLE ARTIST
That rectangle on the side of the building interrupted by the SAM letters is the video screen where MIRROR plays. MIRROR is a permanent installation. It also includes ribs of light that climb up the building.
Adjectives were slathered upon us by museum director and mayor. MIRROR is "landmark," "exciting," "auspicious." Aitken is "thrilling" and "exciting." Seattle is "amazing." SAM is "wonderful" and "dynamic." (At this point in my notes, I scribbled, "What are the two nipples up top?" in reference to two dots at one of the tops of the ribs that were distracting me. Their purpose is probably banal. But they're pleasingly un-hard-edge on the WaMuTower box.)
Charlie Wright got onstage. He's head of the board and son of Bagley and Virginia Wright, and he explained that his father commissioned this piece five years ago almost on impulse, after an impassioned pitch from Aitken. That meeting would have been on the heels of Aitken's 2007 spectacle Sleepwalkers, which projected gigantic movies on the side of the Museum of Modern Art in New York. Bagley didn't get to see MIRROR; he died in 2011.
by Dave Segal
on Mon, Mar 25, 2013 at 7:48 PM
Legendary minimalist composer Terry Riley conducted the Seattle Symphony Orchestra in a stunning performance of his classic In C, right on First Avenue, as SAM unveiled Doug Aitken's new MIRROR work. It will likely go down as the live-music experience of the year. Read the review here.