
Good Friday fodder:Radiohead - Nude (Mp3)
KISS - Black Diamond (Mp3)
The Auteurs - Lenny Valentino (Mp3)
Stereophonics - Last Of The Big Time Drinkers (Mp3)
The Faces - Devotion (Mp3)

...reminds me that the smallest, most innocuous of events--in this case, a rainy afternoon, mid-Fall trip to another record store (Record World in Seaview Square Mall--where yours truly would ultimately find employment)...could pay the largest dividends many years on. So, you parents out there, pull your kids away from Guitar Hero for one afternoon and take them to an honest-to-goodness, brick-and-mortar record store. Many years down the line they might find themselves eternally grateful--and who knows--they may even blog about it some day...
Talking with Ms. TVD last night, I was reminded that my dad once toured with the Ringling Brothers Circus -- not as a performer but as someone hired to film the goings-on from the performances to the backstage stuff. She was kinda surprised to hear that and I guess I hadn't thought about it in quite a while. But often when I was a kid, the rough, uncut footage would come out and dad would narrate through the soundless portions. I had seen the footage pretty darn often and became pretty disinterested when he'd roll through the nostalgia AGAIN after setting up the projector and the slide screen for the umpteenth time.
Metal giants announce intimate signing session
I was 11 and obsessed with "Let's Go." Played it over and over again. Finally, I get my hands on the LP and I'm standing in the kitchen with my dad after dinner, just having returned from Two Guys with the record. My mom's looking at the cover like, "Reallly?" with one eyebrow raised. My dad says, "Honey, it's a VARGAS." Nothing ever mentioned again.
Any comics geek over say 30, will tell you there's something to the smell of the comic's pages themselves--the ink on the paper that takes you right back to the proverbial simpler time and place. We all do it--crack open a comic and with one whiff you're twelve and it's 7am some Saturday morning and before there's any stirring in the house, you've already been to the Negative Zone with the Fantastic Four or fighting the Hellfire Club alongside the X-Men. It's pretty amazing stuff the memory bookmarks in seemingly innocuous ways. 
Long-time friend Shamus DJ's your Weekend Shots all the way from:
......hello? Is this thing on...? *check...check* Ok....wow - well, I'm not used to having to actually WRITE this blog any longer after the atypical week just passed here at TVD. There've been new artists, news, and even some SXSW coverage from Kieran of Delorentos - who I'd like to thank immensely for reporting from Austin. Between pints, broken guitars, and getting tossed from Coyote Ugly, it's been quite a ride and I'm indebted to them for having taken us along. (Pints on me boys if you ever get to DC!) I'd also like to thank all of the artists who were featured last week for just saying hello and sending their stuff along. It's been a pleasure and I'm sorry we couldn't get to everybody. And for those of you who have missed the normal goings-on here at TVD--don't worry--next week things get back to normal and get back to the personal. (Very personal.) 'Til then your Friday randomness awaits:
After a few beers in Stubbs, where we bumped into our driver Cathal, we headed back to the venue and watched the band before us play and set up the gear. I scanned the crowd trying to work out who was here from who. When AM Syndicate finished their punky set Cathal gave us a hand moving Nashville band November's gear onto the stage. They'd very kindly leant us their gear for the gig, and we manouvered the massive Marshall stacks onstage and set up our pedals. We had 15 mins change-over and a 35 minute set. With 5 minutes to go, I realised the guitar amp wasn't working. The guitarist from November came over to help out, and it became apparent that the amp was broken. Of course! Come midnight, the rest of the band were scratching their heads and I was down the street begging AM Syndicate to unpack their guitar amp and allow me to use it. They relented, and very kindly allowed me to use it. I plugged it in, made sure it worked and the sound was fine, and ran backstage to change my clothes and get myself ready. If I was nervous before, it was twice as much now.
I hear The Shins...others have said Cat Power or Decemberists. Whatever. DC's Thao with The Get Down Stay Down are making some fine, fine music.
We've long felt that preserving the vinyl medium depends on a strong marriage of the traditional format with new media, so we were happy to see this press release from DC's DJ Hut in our mailbox this morning with the header “Preserving While Progressing". (And after two fires that forced the brick-and-mortar store to close for periods of time, this move makes clear sense.) TVD wishes Sina and the rest of the crew at DJ Hut (where we bought our Stanton turntable!) all the best as they promote the sale of fresh vinyl along with their new on-line media presence. 
DC based roots reggae rockers SEE-I follow up their "Dinner of Herb" EP with a solid release on Brooklyn's Bastard Jazz Recordings. "The King" was released earlier this month on limited edition 10" vinyl and features the original and dub versions produced by DC's own Thomas Blondet. On the flip side is a funky remix done by The Magic Fly from the UK. Featured throughout are the conscious vocal stylings of SEE-I bredren Rootz and Zeebo. You may have heard Rootz and Zeebo on countless Thievery Corporation tracks or performing live with the band as well. The entire SEE-I team is hard at work on a new album to be released later this year on Fort Knox Recordings.
TVD received an email from Rhydian, bass player for London indie noise-poppers The Joy Formidable about two weeks ago and we're damn glad he wrote. These former 'demo of the week winners', as declared by Steve Lamacq back in mid-December, hit me with "Austere" which has an energy and vibe I haven't heard in quite a long time. Think a noisy Ultra Vivid Scene fronted by Karen O, and maybe you're in the ballpark. 
The gig last night ok, my voice was at about 90% and we felt rushed and hurried throughout. No matter, we were delighted to play and have a chance to go through the set, but it didn’t feel like it quite clicked. After the gig we chatted to some local A&R, had some beers and packed up while a Spanish bossa-nova band finished off the night. We talked about the set – we tend to obsess over stuff, which is why our album is called “In love with detail”, I think it was ok, but we may drop a song to give us more time. We headed back to the hostel, had three hours sleep and got the taxi through the melting snow to the airport. We were a bit worried about US immigration, our last visit wasn’t very enjoyable, but we got through and onto the flight without problems. I was a little worried about the plane journey too – I’ve never been a nervous flyer, but flying through a storm from New York to Chicago was the scariest rollercoaster ever – but that turned out fine too. I tried to sleep onboard but kept jumping awake in that annoying way that makes you look stupid and makes every else jump too.
Metallica will reissue its classic early albums on vinyl this spring, according to a new post at the band's official Web site.
“Enchanting debut... equal parts Stina Nordenstam and Nina Simone. Fans of CocoRosie take note.” **** (four stars) - Uncut
One word has been keeping me going since last Thursday when I woke up in Dublin at 6am in the middle of the fever symptoms of a chest infection. This word got me through dry retching nausea from the antibiotics, hassle at US immigration, and having no food, drinks or cigarettes for two days. It also meant when I had to play a gig and not sing I got through it. That word is Austin, home of the brilliant South by Southwest Festival which myself and our band Delorentos will be playing in two days. Our trip to Oceania hasn’t been ideal so far, I’ve been sick as a dog the last four days (I’m feeling ok today thank you very much), we missed out playing at Canadian Music Week due to blizzards in Toronto and spent Saturday in the airport, and on Friday we had to play a gig in New York where, for the first time I didn’t sing at least half the songs. Luckily we are a two frontman band, so we could do a set of songs that Ro sang and we got through it.
If the old adage is true that "opportunity knocks", than it's incumbent on one to, well ...open the door. And this week we'll open up TVD to some of the new faces who have sent demos and promos and Mp3s to TVD HQ -- all to coincide with the SXSW Music Festival being held in Austin, Texas this week.
TVD actually ponies up the Weekend Shots today after several week's worth of Guest DJ's...and this week there's a bit of a contest! TVD HQ's cup runneth over with clear, plastic vinyl sleeves for all your LP protection needs. 250 or so for the winner who sleuths out the running theme among this weekend's ten below. Happy Googling! 
Despite having grown up on the New Jersey shore and having lived in DC close to 23 years now, I've always been an Anglophile. I'd much sooner grab a NME or Melody Maker off of the newsstand before a Rolling Stone or Spin. And in about 1992 or so, the 'Maker was reveling in a Tim Buckley live set called "Dream Letter" capturing Tim in all his hippyfolkyglory in London in '68. The review was so compelling that I went out and purchased the thing (double cassette, no less) and quickly fell under it's spell. Tim had, as has been widely observed, a magnificent voice. So, it was with some interest when I noted that his son was not only making music himself, but was performing at DC's then somewhat new Black Cat at its first location steps away from my home. So, this February evening, needing a pint and some live music, I slipped around the corner to the Cat and opened the concert door where Jeff Buckley was playing on the tiny back stage, solo. As in many of the pictures from that time, Jeff had the close-cropped hair, the v-neck white t-shirt on (odd for a snowy, blustery, February night) and well, the voice of an angel. I was a little bit late to the proceedings and all of the chairs close to the small stage had been filled - yet there really wasn't a CROWD per se, maybe 35 - 4o people? I was made to sit at the only available space, a big round table toward the back which was decidedly empty then. A few minutes into the set, jaw firmly on the ground, a girl walked in and gestured as if to say, "are any of these seats taken?" I waved "no" and she joined the table with an empty chair between us. Jeff's spiraling through octaves and odd tunings to an enrapt audience and then between songs he sees the lass who has joined my table and invites her up onto the stage. Seems that they had met sometime during the day, discovered some musical kinship, and they were off on a duet which, even if rehearsed, couldn't have sounded any more in sync and lovely. The duet comes to an end and she retakes her seat at the table and I whisper to her how great that was--amazing, etc. Three or four tunes later, Jeff finishes the set to hay-uge applause and only knowing one friendly face in the room, his duet partner, he adjourns to my table and takes the seat between me and her. Now, he wasn't JEFF BUCKLEY at this point, just a quiet, almost shy guy who didn't seem all that thrilled or accustomed to the attention he was suddenly receiving--seemingly in general and for sure right then in that room. I recall some older, hippie-type in his Hawaiian shirt and straw hat saying to Jeff how much he worshipped his father to which Jeff simply replied, "I never knew my father." (Geezer goes silent.) I ended up just shooting the shit there with Jeff for just shy of an hour. I bought him a pint and he returned the favor. I was playing drums at the time and asked if he was looking for a band and he said that he had one--"Grace" was in the can already and at this point Jeff was just picking up gigs here and there. Now, with so much having been said about the guy, what I'm left with from that very brief encounter can only underscore what many others have offered--that he was indeed that sweet, unassuming, yet wildly talented artist we all had the pleasure to watch come into his own, albeit for a shockingly brief time. And Jeff played that room a few more times over the next few years and I was there for every one of them and the scene was quite different...almost a hysteria as he DID ultimately become JEFF BUCKLEY. Yet, I'd prefer to recall the guy who threw on an old overcoat over a sweaty t-shirt, packed up his own guitar, and walked out into that cold, blustery, wintry night alone.
Is it two men? Two women kissing? Male and female? Who knows? Who cares? Each year I eagerly await another debut LP like this and each year I'm sorely let down. (Looking RIGHT at you Vampire Weekend, Tapes 'n Tapes, CYHSY, et al...) Bold, sweeping, brash, steeped in darkness and its own brand of Englishness that draws from classic Bowie and T-Rex, all the while creating it's own distinct and perverse universe. Suede's 1993 debut had all the makings of a classic even before the plastic was off the record. Don't believe me? Take a look at that song list down there and name ONE band coming remotely close to approximating the thrill of these five tracks on their debut...
...Nine dollars!
My friend Mike was working at the Guitar Shop on Connecticut Avenue, NW back in the late 80's when, on one normal afternoon, Elvis himself walked through the door, broken guitar in hand and in need of a quick fix for his show that night at George Washington University. Things must have gone swimmingly, because for Mike's labor, Elvis bequeathed to him some tickets for that evening's show and I was one of the lucky ones to accompany Mike to my first Elvis Costello gig. I was just 10 when Elvis' debut was released ('77) and despite being sort of a hip kid at the time ("Radio, Radio" was being played on the New York City stations with some frequency) seeing Elvis rattle off these tunes one after the other was easily a revelation (for me) that night.
First track from the forthcoming last LP...I don't think I need to describe this, do I?
This week, TVD takes a look at some debut releases that have not only stood the test of time, but signaled some truly great things to come. 

Washington, DC blogger extraordinaire IntangibleArts DJ's this week's Tangible Ten:
I'm starting to think, just like sunglasses and underwear, these iPods are disposable. This dying Nano is just dying to meet the dust heap - so your Shuffled Selections are from iTunes this morning...
I was all ready to write about today's "singer/songwriter" Todd Rundgren and what an amazing and diverse career he's had...from solo star in the '70's to his work with Utopia and his amazing list of production credits that include The Psychedelic Furs, XTC, Meat Loaf, Badfinger and The New York Dolls (to name just a few) to fronting the reunited Cars...but heading to Todd's website, it seems he's told the entire story himself in a...uh, rather LONG Flash movie you really just can't click out of. (I tried. Several times.) So, pop some pop corn, call the kids into the room and sit back and let Todd tell you his story himself. All respects, Todd.
No surprise choice here, given TVD's predilection for all things Joe. The tunes speak for themselves: