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I’m an “axe victim.” As I sit here and write to you I have no less than five electric guitars within reach of my desk (and let’s not forget my P-bass.) After 25 years of playing guitar and being in bands it’s fairly ironic I can barely play a note.
Despite my lack of “shred-ablity” these “axes” along with my wedding rings are my most prized possessions. Each guitar seems to have its own life and reason for existence. The electric guitar is simply one of the noblest of artifacts of this last half century. The history of rock n roll lives within their grain.
With guitars in mind I set out to put together this week’s Idelic Hour. At first I was thinking about great guitar players and began listening mostly to Hendrix. On Jimi, Robert Fripp once said, he dedicated his entire life playing millions of notes in quest to play one perfect “note.” Fripp added that Jimi hit that note every time he touched a guitar. I know, too deep (ha ha) but I love my white strat!
As the week wore on I started thinking more about the guitars than the players. In the end, I had five hours of great guitar playing music to fit into an hour playlist.
Check out what I got. Many of the guitarists shredding this Idelic Hour are pretty obvious. Hopefully I will include the rest of my list in “Victims II” later this Fall. In the meantime, I’m digging the new breed of guitar godz; Marnie Stern, Randy Randall and Gary Clark Jr. The Idelic Hit of the Week: Marnie Stern - For Ash (Mp3)
DC's True Womanhood are coming off one hell of a busy summer and we're happy to have some fruits of their labors for your right-clicking below.
Upcoming are the release of tracks recorded in Baltimore with J Robbins (Jawbox/Burning Airlines—but you knew that, right?) First of the batch will be a 7-inch single out on Environmental Aesthetics Recordings and Sockets Records. That release will include the all new tracks 'Last Rites' and 'Chatter.'
The band's also playing multiple shows at this year's CMJ Festival in New York (NYC Taper, PopTartsSuckToasted and AAM Showcases respectively) as lead up to a Fall Northeast tour.
The split 7” can be a polarizing format. Some adore the fast variety and relative obscurity, some loathe those same qualities. And what of a split with covers of the other band’s songs? It seems such an intimate exchange. There has to be a high level of mutual respect necessary to agree to such a venture, right? You’ll need more than just friendly trust in the other band to not fuck up your song, right?
Well, Thee Lexington Arrowsand The Safes can rest assured that their songs have not been fucked up by the other. Thee Lexington Arrows are punk rock and roll to a hipshaking beat, led by female vocals with a tumbler full of grit and soul. You might remember the Safes from Chicago as a melodic pop punk trio, with catchy hooks and on-point harmonies. Both bands are in the same vein, but the new release takes them a few heavy strides away from their usual sound. It gives us listeners something special. And that is essentially what a split single should do.
“It's something that bands used to do a whole lot, and I don't see that much anymore. I always liked splits like that. It makes it more of a coherent EP instead of a couple singles form a couple bands.” Thee Arrows’ Curt Schmelz says. “Also, as a big fan of the Safes music personally, it's a good excuse to get to play one of their songs that I love.”
To celebrate this union, Thee Lexington Arrows join the Safes for six dates on a month long tour. They play the DC area this coming Monday, October 11th, at Galaxy Hut in Arlington, VA. You can pick up the new EP from Merrifield Records.... or you could comment below and win a free copy directly from the bands!
Sure, sure - Junip gave it away free online last May. We know.
But as you know, we're all about something you can hold in your hands and clutch to your chest. And we're really into vinyl!
We've got the second physical release by Junip—the 'Rope and Summit EP'—as our second Fall Giveaway of the year!
Plead your case for a real, live, physical copy of the EP in the comments to this post and the most compelling of the bunch will find a copy in his or her real, live mailbox.
You've got a week! We'll close this one out next Thursday, 10/14. And remember to leave us a contact email address with your response!
"There was a time/when everything was fine..." Marc Bolan sang.
And it's true. Maybe I was 7 or 8. Single digits.
My mom and dad, Ruth and Herm, played Scrabble most Saturday nights after a big meal at our home with their best friends, Pat and Howard. Drinking Scotch late into the evening, word challenges settled loudly via the ginormous dictionary more often used to decode the New York Times crossword puzzle that'd keep my mom glued to its magazine section each weekend.
And me? I'd be half asleep attempting to slog it through the Love Boat, then Fantasy Island, then the local news to catch some portion of Saturday Night Livejust so I could talk about it the next day. Remember that odd benchmark - having seen what every other kid was buzzing about? Being part of it?
Back then it seems, in retrospect, I was actually buzzing on a warm houseful of food and laughs and well, family.
Pat passed away first in 2000 if memory serves me correctly, leaving the other three simply devastated. I'm not sure if there were any Scrabble nights afterward, really. My dad was next in 2006 and my mom passed away this past August, leaving Howard, the oldest by far of the four, the lone remaining celebrant of those evenings.
Then quietly, Howard passed away this past September 22nd, at 92.
And it was Howard, probably as a referral from my folks, who gifted me Queen's'News of the World' the first holiday season of its release.
So, once more in 'the box' I have a sealed, first pressing, mint copy. With a sticker.
It's week #4 our semi-new Thursday fix, culled from the rare and (ultra) obscure crates of 80’s vinyl, curated by our pal Gil:
QUINCY - s/t LP
Created in the late 70’s New Jersey new wave skinny tie circles, Quincy was formed by two sets of brothers who met in high school. After playing the local club scene, the group hooked up with the owner of legendary club fixture CBGB, Hilly Kristal, who would then assume the role of band manager. Quincy would go on to play regular gigs at the club for a period of time.
Due to this favorable club exposure, the band was contacted by Columbia records and subsequently signed an album deal. Their debut self titled album was released in 1980 to favorable reviews and enthusiasm at radio stations and in the press. The listener is treated to a fiery blend of Elvis Costello, Roxy Music, and the Cars with consistent UK and US new wave power pop influences.
Shortly after this first album came out, Quincy Jones sued them for using his name. CBS Records did not help the band with the lawsuit, but both parties ended up settling out of court. This was a bad omen and the band could not get things going again.
One of the main leaders left the band so the rest of the guys soldiered on and formed another outfit called Lulu Temple. In addition to a new name, the band took on a new musical direction adding horns and percussion and a more layered approach. Without the support of their label and the lack of press, even the band's loyal fan base didn't know of their new record.
The band dissolved in the mid 80’s with the members drifting into other facets of the music business. Quincy’s first and only full length album is full of infectious new wave tunes that have aged well over these last few decades.
The Dig have made quite a number of appearances here in 2010, having even taken over TVD for a full week back in June. Perhaps to keep that particular drive alive, we've got a pair of tickets to see the band as they return to DC next Thursday (10/14) at the Black Catalong with Henry Clay People.
The Dig are touring in support of their recent LP 'Electric Toys' which can be found here on iTunes and in any one of your city's fine independent, mom and pop retailers, the band would like you to know.
Let us know why you should be chosen for the pair of tickets to see The Dig in the comments to this post and the most convincing of the bunch will take home the tickets for next Thursday's show.
We'll close this one on Tuesday (10/12) to give you plenty of time to conjure up your response—and remember to leave us a contact email address with your entry.
Remember, we've teamed up with ReadysetDC for all of our ticket giveaways so you can enter to win either here at TVD or at ReadysetDC.
If you've come to understand our tastes, you'll recognize that London's The Supernovas are a straight shot right up the center:
“Vinyl is something that has always been seen as a thing of the past by many of my generation. If I got a penny for every time I had someone say to me; “Vinyl?!? Who still plays vinyl?!?” when I was trying to sell them one of our 7”s, then I’d at least have enough to buy a copy for myself!
For me though, it was still very important that we released our singles on vinyl as well as digitally. I’m a Northern Soul enthusiast and as such, am part of a small collective of people (the readers of this article included) that genuinely believe that vinyl just sounds better than the compressed digital formats that people are so familiar with in this digital age. And in my opinion, there is no sound stronger than a 45rpm vinyl.
Vinyl for me is special – a real tangible format unlike an MP3. You can’t frame a digital download. You can’t store it in a box in the attic for your grandchildren to find 50 years later and play on a dusty old system that sounds as old (and magical) as it actually is. And you can’t find one in the bottom of a box in a charity shop and then flog it on eBay for ten times the price you bought it for.
My love affair with vinyl began when I was 18. I had just began a DJing residency at The Bar; a club in Hanway Street, located in London’s Soho area which specialised in Mod, Jazz and Soul. I had started the night with another musician friend called James Bone (although he got barred after that night but that’s another story!) and we didn’t own a single record between us! My whole set was made up of CDs (which I didn’t realise at the time was a big NO - not cool at all!). It didn’t take me long to work it out though and before long I was up in my Nan’s loft, trawling through boxes upon boxes of records, hunting out various little gems - the first of which was Marvin Gaye’s ‘I Heard It Through The Grapevine’ which was backed with ‘Can I Get A Witness’ the latter is a track which I still play at every single DJ set I do and have done since!
From then on, my quest for a decent record collection began in earnest and I started visiting all of London’s independent record shops (a dying trade which really seems to be kept alive by the medium of vinyl alone) in search of something special. The most memorable of these trips was a visit to a shop in Camden where I came across a 7-inch of N.F. Porter’s ‘Keep On Keeping On’. The price was £8 and I only had £5 on me. I had never actually heard the track before (although I had heard a friend, Mike mention it in the past) so I put it back on the shelf and left. The next time I saw Mike I told him about it, he gasped, his face dropped, ‘You’re gonna be gutted when you hear this’ he said and turned on his computer, brought up YouTube and played me the track. He was right. I was gutted. Shortly after it had finished, we both put our jackets on, ran to the bus-stop, headed back to the shop to find that it had gone. The next couple of weeks were spent frantically searching the Northern Soul sections of various record shops in the hope of finding another copy. Eventually, a routine check on eBay managed to produce the goods and I scored a copy from Holland for just £6 and happy times were restored!
This for me is what vinyl is all about. I probably could have just gone on iTunes and downloaded the track for 79p, but where would the fun have been in that? There is no chase with a click on iTunes and no great feeling about ownership of an MP3 either. Trying to find that elusive copy that only a few people own and everybody wants is real. Vinyl epitomises this elusive side of the game and that is why for me, it is so important to keep it alive.” —Joei | The Supernovas
It was a little quiet around here yesterday, hm? Diametrically opposed to how things should be, there was a lot of stuff happening in the background yesterday as opposed to right here, where it counts. Let's say for now big things are afoot here at TVD and you'll all be in the know soon enough. 'Nuff said, as Stan 'The Man' says.
I had an interesting question yesterday though in regard to the 'Box' feature that I think merits a response. Said questioner wondered, if TVD exists to underscore the survival of the brick and mortar record stores, what the hell am I doing filling up the aforementioned box with internet, ebay purchases? And that's a fair point, methinks.
My response is that the mom and pop shops are supplementing their revenue via ebay. In fact, DC's own Crooked Beat and Som Records both have ebay stores that I suggest you utilize.
See, for what it's worth, we embrace technology here, despite the preference for some old-timey format. Ipods are great when you're walking to work and Kindles are just fine for travel or downsizing that taxed bookshelf, but I don't believe either contraption should or will replace outright the 'prehistoric' model. But I'm an optimist.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand—this one arrived in the mail just yesterday:
About a year ago I purchased that DJ crate up there in the graphic which I’ve taken to calling ‘The Box.” It’s not that I DJ often either, but when I’ve been invited to do so, the box holds just enough LPs to make a night of it.
Dutifully, I’d pack my LPs into the thing for the night and afterward, usually the following morning over coffee or copious amounts of water, would take the time to refile the previous night’s records back on the shelves in their rightful, alphabetical, in order by sequential date of release—spot.
And then it’d sit empty.
Now, I got this “problem” you see, and it has zero to do with a lil’ blue pill, thank you.
I’m a chronic ebayer. It’s what I do. Type in a few well honed key words, and I’m off to the races. Then typically afterward, Paypal.
My new thing, my new fix, is buying sealed LPs of records that have etched themselves indelibly into my fiber. I mean, not the best records ever by traditional standards or something of the sort—just mint, pristine, sealed versions of records I’ve inhabited for eons.
I'll tell you where it started—about 2 months ago, armed with a fine merlot and a high speed DSL connection, I scored the complete set of Beatles LPs—the UK versions—sealed, mint...the first of the set all in Mono. My wallet sobbed, I was over the moon—and boom, the entire Beatles LP career catalog (more or less) landed on my doorstep.
Oddly though, these were sore thumbs...where should I put them? I mean, I HAVE this set in multiple incarnations, just not ...sealed.
“The Box.”
The box became the perfect location for these gems and the ebay gems keep a-coming. I thought I’d chronicle this week a few of the sealed records that are now cramming that once empty box and who knows – as the box gets er, ...filled...we’ve got a bit of a recurring column here at TVD. (Aw, hey – it’s content – ok?)
I was reminded just how great a live band The Fleshtones are during their all too brief set at the 9:30 Club's 30th Anniversary Concert last July, and this week America’s most-revered garage band return to the very same venue this Saturday night—and we've got a pair of tickets to giveaway to one of you to check out the NYC legends on us.
“It's unabashed party rock 'n' roll, expertly composed and executed; in a perfect world, ‘Jet Set Fleshtones’ would be on every car radio all summer long.” —Variety
“The Fleshtones have been throwing a rock 'n' roll party for the past 30 years, and amazingly they show no signs of slowing down. Take a Good Look ... comes well-stocked with their patented blend of '60s-style garage rock and frat-house R&B.” —Performing Songwriter
Let us know why you should be chosen for the pair of tickets to see The Fleshtones in the comments to this post and the most convincing of the bunch will take home the tickets.
You need to act fast though—we need to close this one out tomorrow, Thursday (10/7) at noon—and remember to leave us a contact email address with your entry.
Remember, we've teamed up with ReadysetDC for all of our ticket giveaways so you can enter to win either here at TVD or at ReadysetDC.
International time zones and global touring schedules being what they are, we received Ken's final Posies TVD takeover post well into our own Friday night happy hour. Thus, a spillover day.
Now, if you recall from Friday, Jon was waltzing with The Smiths' 'Hatful of Hollow'...
My finishing up. Being at the midway point between Seattle and Vancouver, we kind of got the best of both worlds, and of course we were just out of range of a lot of the bandwidth too. However, we could easily get CBC radio and pick up a show called Brave New Wave, which would play the latest stuff from Britain, basically giving us a time machine view of the future of music, which was solace indeed for us living in the land of Winger.
One weekend I missed the show, but a guy I played in a band with at the time had taped selections off the radio and played a moody, but oddly catchy and uptempo number called "What Difference Does It Make". There was something almost goth about the guy crooning away over a riff that was modern sounding, but also garagey, almost something you'd hear on a Yardbirds album or something. We were sold, and learned the song and started covering it right away. Well lo and behold if it wasn't too much later that Jon had the band's album...the first Smiths album never made an appearance in Bellingham but 'Hatful of Hollow' sure did, which was an epic collection of Peel Sessions, singles, etc...pretty impressive for a band that hardly been around more than a couple of years. As it was the only copy this town would see for some years, yes, I Coveted my Neighbor's Vinyl, but in the world of record owning and swapping, to covet is a virtue, far from a sin.
Now for some reason, tho Jon & I were mates and spent every afternoon together making music, we never borrowed each other's records. Kind of an honor amongst musicians kind of thing...one fuckup could throw the whole friendship into disarray. So, I we'd listen to the Smiths at Jon's place...and I honestly thought that it would be more likely for me to find dinosaur feathers than ever get my hands on a copy.
That is, til Jon, in a compulsive act of ...who knows, he liked to buy and sell things, so...that was a greater pleasure than having things. Not for me! I snatched that sucker up straight away, and backed it up on cassette. Yesss! I think I ended up with his Scritt Poitti record too, which he paid for from his Smiths earnings.
It's our weekly Twitter #MusicMonday recap of the tracks from last week that the folks in the press offices and PR firms want you to be hearing. We post—you decide.
I’m back from New York City and have fallen safely into the arms of the canyon. This week has been warm to say the least. These last few hot breezy days reminded me it has been a long while since I created a show with a lover’s muse.
I started digging through “my crates" thinking about the notion of keeping my love ones close. That Vanilla Fudge cover of “Keep Me Hanging On” came to mind and I started to explore the concept of “holding on.” I quickly discarded “the fudge” and replace it with the more obscure “Something’s Gotten Hold Of My Heart” from Terry Reid.
In the end, rock songs were not what I want to hold onto for this week’s Idelic Hour. Instead my focus was on the sexy sounds of South America mixed with a few new releases and of course a classic or two.
Former Elefant singer, Diego Garcia’s sexy love ballad “Stay” seemed to balance Bowie’s Station to Station, “Wild as the Wind.” I dropped new songs from Deerhunter and Blonde Redhead into the mix with old favs like NicolaiDunger and Fiona Apple.
It's our last day with The Posies and both Jon and Ken have a few parting shots. Jon's up first...
Follow the Hatful of Hollow Growing up in the small town of Bellingham, Washington during our teens in certainly had its merits – decent schools, relatively safe streets, and at least one avenue downtown all the ‘restless youth’ like ourselves could populate/troll after school everyday. Downside? Regardless of whatever potential cultural influx we might have received as a result of our proximity to Seattle and Vancouver B. C. (smack dab between the two essentially), Bellingham was still….a small town. If memory serves, even basic TV cable was threadbare and MTV wasn’t an option unless you had a satellite hookup of some kind. For me I was forced to rely on late night television on weekends for my fix of rock videos and exposure to new sounds/images. I loved staying up late and became kind of addicted to a show called “Night Flight”, a three or four hour program starting at midnight, and I wouldn’t miss it if I could.
Of the many memories I have of seeing/hearing something for the first time, few are as strong as the moment a video featuring washed-out images of smokestacks and industrial waste being released into the air appeared on the family cathode box late one Saturday night. I was completely hypnotized by the images and the music was both otherworldly and propulsive. A deep voice sang the words “I am the son….and the heir…. of a shyness that is criminally vulgar” and I was hooked. This was my introduction to “How Soon is Now?” by The Smiths.
I can’t remember if I told Ken about seeing this video or if he'd seen it as well and we were both excited by it, but I do remember that I got to Cellophane Square (our favorite used record store) first and managed to get a copy of The Smiths’ Hatful of Hollow before he did and the only copy the store had as well. Luck of the draw…
I loved the record and was thrilled to at least feel like I was somewhat ahead of the curve in possessing it, maybe even took a little pleasure in my buddy Ken’s jealousy –haha– but was also afflicted with an almost OCD-like need to keep selling and exchanging my record collection. Don’t ask me why – I still haven’t figured that one out myself. Regardless, a scant two weeks after my proud purchase, with Ken along for the afternoon I believe, I found myself back at Cellophane Square exchanging The Smith record for something else - maybe even a Scritti Politti record. Go figure.
Le Noise Film is a 38-minute black and white film of eight live-in-studio performances of every song on Neil Young’s brand-new album Le Noise.
In addition to the performances, there is also a personal introduction by Young himself, along with behind-the-scenes clips from album producer, Daniel Lanois, and more. The performances, shot by filmmaker Adam CK Vollick, feature Young on acoustic and electric guitars at Lanois’ home studio in Silverlake, CA, where Young and Lanois recorded Le Noise.
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