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On Friday night I DJ’d a venue other than my living room for the first time in maybe 20 years. And it’s just as they say in context to riding a bike – it all came back to me pretty quickly. I even witnessed a few people’s personal epiphanies given a particular track or something which is the desired effect I guess.
The evening’s theme was decidedly off-kilter post punk and new wave so a giant slab of the vinyl collection was put to good use while a huge other portion— the ‘rock’ stuff— stayed well-housed. Sort of a shame, really.
This week we’ll undo a bit of that. (...As we get back to sorts, post weekend.)
We're still a wee bit tired this morning from yesterday's Record Fair, so we're going to take it for granted a little bit that a.) you're familiar with The Gossip, b.) LOVE The Gossip, and c.) desire a free pair of tix to see them at the 9:30 this Wednesday night.
Get at us in the comments with the juciest rumor you've heard recently and said rumormonger will win the tickets to Wednesday's show. We'll choose the winner for the pair of tickets tomorrow (10/6) by 5:30, so start spillin' it.
Update: Fuck, I'm tired — photographed wonderfully here. A million thanks to the over 500 of you (no joke) who joined us today.
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Som Records,DC Soul Recordings, and this very blog are proud to present our THIRD Washington, DC Record Fair which arrives Sunday!
We've got 25 dealers from up and down the East Coast—which simply translates to: crates and crates AND crates of vinyl from every genre imaginable.
We've got cocktails and great food courtesy of our wonderful hosts Comet Ping Ping. We've got DJs galore including Animal Collective's Geologist. We've got Mingering Mike signing his original poster for the event.
And well, you've got me to help you carry your vinyl to the car.
...serves today as a less than subtle reminder to put this evening's Story/Stereo event with special guests Bluebrain on your must-attend list. (Then afterward you can join yours truly at Marx Cafe as guest DJ for 'We Fought The Big One'...right?)
The brothers Holladay of Bluebrain wind up their week with us thusly:
"We finish the week with a Ten Spot playlist to hopefully get you out of bed this morning and sustain you through at least 4:00 PM Saturday afternoon. Songs about heartbreak, betrayal, obesity, sleep deprivation, getting bad directions... and whatever the hell Battles sings about should, if nothing else, should provide you with enough gumption to make it through the last day of this week and to the Story/Stereo show tonight where we promise to rejuvinate your soul. We'll try at least. Thanks for the opportunity to share some music with you these last couple days!" —Ryan & Hays Holladay
Today we've got five rare records DJ Neville C will be playing Sunday at The Washington, DC Record Fair:
"Although I won't be one of the main DJ's, as one of the cohosts of the DC Record Fair I can't resist DJing just a little bit next Sunday. What a better place to DJ than a room full of record/music geeks. Being a music/record geek myself, it's the perfect opportunity to show off my extremely good taste and to floss my extensive record collection.
Here are five LP's I'm gonna bring out on Sunday. Photos attached. Some have sound clips and some will have to wait until after the record fair (you gotta be there)."
Piano Piano - The Vorpal Blade (Unforgettable Music) Tripped out Aussie post-punk from 1980. Produced and masterminded by Melbourne's Ron Rude. Wild stuff. Found this record for $3 at Second Story Dupont back when it used to carry vinyl (sniff sniff). Review here. Ron Rude's Myspace page. Check out the sound clip for "Chance Meeting" which is on "The Vorpal Blade."
The Plugz - Electrify Me (Plug Recordz) Classic LA Latino punk band. Took me years to find this record and I finally did find it in an x-rated bookstore/stripper supply shop in Fayetteville, NC last year. Praise Jesus.
Eduardo Araujo - A Onda e Boogaloo (Odeon) Got this one at my favorite record store in the world - Disco 7 in Sao Paulo. You can buy a reissue at Dusty Groove for $22 (OG's cost a bit more)
Here's Dusty Groove's review: Swingin Brazilian soul from Eduardo Araujo -- a late 60s groover that's steeped in the styles of Memphis and Muscle Shoals, but which also has a unique twist that's all its own! Eduardo's definitely in the "boogaloo" mode referred to in the title, as the album's a blend of the hard sock-soul styles of soul boogaloo singers from the 60s, with slight touches from the more messed-up Latin soul boogaloo singers of the same period. Lyrics are in Portuguese, but the tunes groove like universal numbers you'll instantly understand! Titles include "Longe De Voce", "Boogaloo Na Broadway", "Rua Maluca", "Melhor Que Se Dane", "A Mulher", "Baby Baby Sim Baby", and "Dancando Boogaloo"
Round House - 'Scuse Me (Harvest) Killer German funk/psych record from 1972. This came from a defunkt DC area flea market a few years back. $2. Here's a clip (not my copy on the turntable BTW.)
Various Artists - Distral 1978 (Distral) In South America it was common for large companies to put out their own compilations at the end of the year to send out to their clients. Distral Industrial is/was a Colombian producer of storage tanks for the oil and chemicals industries. This record is from 1978 although I own two others from Distral as well a few more from other companies. Full of crazy psychedelic cumbias, an amazing version of Beethoven's Fifth by Enrique Lynch in addition to two terrible Ray Conniff tracks. I found this one at a record show in Fort Lauderdale last year.
(Main image courtesy DCist photographer Jeff Martin from the last DC Record Fair. Thanks guys!)
Our preview of the musical end of Friday’s Story/Stereo spectrum continues today with the other half of Bluebrain, Hays Holladay:
Black Dice - Creature Comforts The first time I heard Black Dice was as a college radio DJ at small Columbia University station room on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. As a freshman I was given the unbearable 5-7 AM Saturday morning shift. I'm fairly confident that absolutely no one listened to my show...ever. So I spent my shift exploring the wealth of new music that was sent to WBAR by bands and their record labels while broadcasting it over the airwaves. That was where I first heard Black Dice's *Cone Toaster* 12". Soon after the needle hit the record, it was clear to me that this might be the worst music to ease you into the day. Incredibly brash and earsplitting at any volume. So stark and amelodic. Somehow simultaneously hipnotic and jarring. While I was listening to it (by now fully awake) I remember thinking that it sounded like music that was not made by musicians, but by their delay and distortion pedals late at night long after the band had left their practice space. There music is full of randomness which humans seem to be incapable of producing. What sort of warped minds could really discard all popular conventions to make songs devoid of a protagonist. *Cone Toaster* has absolutely no human touch. Only it is not in the way that naysayers of electronic music typically disparage the genre. These songs weren't made in a vacuum nor were they glossy and without nuance. It was completely inorganic. But as the labels of most inorganic items in the grocery store will tell you, inorganic things are highly complex.
What really sold me on Black Dice though was their next release, *Creature Comforts*. Oddly enough, when the group announced the title of the record, my brother Ryan and I we're nearing completion on an album of the same name (under an earlier band called The Epochs). As any musicians or all artists for that matter know, titles can set the stage and give context to a work. We were frustrated. But I bought *Creature Comforts* anyway just to see how they had made use of title. We both agreed: if any record should have this title, it's this one. What surprised me most about the record is how they had maintained the inhuman quality of their previous work while shifting their focus onto emulating organic sounds with man-made machines. I feel that the parenthetical title of their record should be Mechanical Animals (maybe it was the working title until Marilyn Manson used it). They created a forest of sound teeming with robotic bird calls and electronic insect noises from scratch. I saw them play this record in New York inside of a greenhouse, oddly enough, and that's precisely where this album lives.
Looks like we're out to foist the best weekend ever on you this week.
Hm. Now, let's see...Friday night on the earlier side, we're sending you up to Bethesda for the next Story/Stereo event. After that, join TVD over at Marx Café for 'We Fought the Big One' where yours truly guest DJ's that evening.
On Sunday, we've got this little ...er, BIG event that is the third installment of The Washington, DC Record Fair.
In the middle of that sweet sandwich we highly recommend Middle Distance Runner (with Casper Bangs!) at Iota.
From the press release: 'The Sun & Earth, the second full-length album from DC-based rockers Middle Distance Runner, will be released by Engine Room Recordings on October 20. MDR will return to the DC area for a record release party in Arlington, VA at IOTA on October 3. They then hit the road for another round of national tour dates, making stops in Athens, Chapel Hill, Memphis, Grand Rapids, Columbia, Pittsburgh and more. The tour culminates with four shows at the 2009 CMJ Marathon & Film Festival in New York City.
As part of the CMJ Festival, the band will play the Flea Marketing/Dovecote Records Day Party at Fontana's and the CMJ Cross-Pollination Showcase at Pianos on October 20. On October 21, Middle Distance Runner will return to Fontana's for Engine Room Recordings Official CMJ showcase. They will play their final CMJ concert on October 22 at Rockwood Music Hall.'
I swear I missed my calling in life—I should have been a band or talent scout or a label rep. I can practically tell you at note two or three if I’m going to be into something and better yet—if YOU are going to be into something. It’s a gift. You’re welcome.
You might be asking yourself then why so many more or less ‘established’ acts have graced our Wednesday ‘First Date’ feature which was initiated under the pretense of introducing brand new talent–fresh from the 15th rehearsal or the warm demo.
Well, honestly, that plan didn’t pan out because frankly what’s graced the in-box on average has been...er, crap.
As Bob Lefsetz wrote a few days back, “Today’s artists are built in a day. They buy a Mac, fire up GarageBand and record a track, post it on MySpace, immediately e-mail you an MP3, insist you pay attention. Whereas it used to be much harder to make it. You had to practice, play endless gigs, fight for a chance to get a deal. Where it still might take you multiple albums to break through...”
And he’s right, but he left out one thing in this passage: you have to have the innate TALENT to merit that second or third listen. You HAVE to be good and reveal a hint that perhaps yes, maybe one day you’ll be GREAT. That you’ll transcend.
Which is why I’m pleased as punch to introduce you to Post Post, three young women from PA who mine a very clever 80’s, Rough Trade-y, early Cure meets Tegan & Sara by way of Glasvegas vibe. (Got that?) Alan McGee would be a fan.
The band embodies that rare ember of promise and potential that so infrequently makes an appearance. The knowing world-weariness of front person Michelle Zauner’s vocals are a breath of long, long-forgotten air. Marry Post Post with the right producer (John Leckie – do you read TVD?) and big things are upon them. (Got that all you 9-5, AR and promotion people and publicists who I KNOW read us daily?)
Post Post open for Vivian Girls in December and might just blow away the headliners. Til then Michelle, Post Post’s resident vinyl enthusiast takes a trip down memory lane for us ...via her record collection:
"I never really thought of it before but looking through my vinyl milk crate, my collection sort of reminds me of a graveyard of past significant others, albums are headstones and track listings are epitaphs. I guess this isn’t the best metaphor. I certainly visit my collection far too often and further, visit it happily (though there is certainly mourning involved, particularly when I confront Randy Newman’s “Something New Under the Sun,” or Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' “No More Shall We Part.”) Also I don’t have nearly enough exes to be represented by albums/“headstones.”
I guess what I meant to allude to was the fact that there is something very magical about vinyl. It’s easier to place your memories in their sleeves, because there’s just something so damn romantic about still listening to vinyl in this day and age, sort of like writing letters, there’s no better way to improve your day then finding a real letter in your mail box, especially a good one. There’s almost a more tangible experience that comes with the music. It’s more meaningful. Even the act of putting a record on involves a sort of ritualistic practice, you can’t just throw it in a CD player and press play, or more appropriately, search your itunes and double click on the title. A person has to care about music in order to have patience with vinyl, especially in these times. They have to slip it gently out of the cover, hold it by its corners (because god forbid you scratch it), bulls-eye it onto the turntable, aim the needle at one of the five deeper grooves and let it softly go. And then, that satisfying scratch crackle congratulates you, you’ve earned your right to listen to music.
And in this way I relate “Songs of Leonard Cohen” with loneliness, “Harvest” with falling in love and Jesus and the Mary Chain’s “Psycho Candy” with great sex. But only are these relations/experiences really prominent when I think of them as pieces of vinyl, because the physical object actually embodies these things. I don’t know if this is making any sense.
All I know is that if I were to be asked one of those if-your-house-were-on-fire-what-would-you-bring questions, or, fittingly when our drummer Casey called me and told me that our basement in which I was storing all my stuff for the summer had flooded, the only thing I could ask was, are my records ok? (They were, thanks Casey.) Because collecting records is kind of like a life long scavenger hunt, it’s not only that the objects are meaningful, it’s also the way you can look back at the way you got them, what situations you played them in, what you were into then, what hip local record store you got them in, and constantly trying to find that pesky piece of rare vinyl that’s (gasp!) not even available on ebay. That being said, if anyone happens to find a vinyl copy of Irma Thomas’ “Sweet Soul Queen of New Orleans,” please try and contact me."
TVD’s thrilled to present a preview of the next Story/Stereo event being held this Friday night (10/2) at The Writer’s Center in Bethesda. “Story/Stereo is a modest cultural experiment in cross-media collaboration,” co-curator Chad Clark of Beauty Pill told us two weeks back when the series unfolded with Roofwalkers, who were the evening's first musical guest and who were featured in this blog’s special week-long event heralding the initial Story/Stereo outing.
The Writer's Center selected some excellent emerging poets, essayists, and novelists to read from recent works, and Chad and fellow curator Matt Byars from The Caribbean selected some excellent, interesting DC bands to play a set.
This week’s special guests are Bluebrain and Chad’s sent us his thoughts on the brothers Holladay:
"Bluebrain's music is electric, serrated, often abstract, always texture-fixated. Upon first listening, you will detect a decidedly futurist bent. However, under the veneer of hallucinogenic, technological treatments, there is storytelling and communication. Each song is a vista unto itself and they often highlight this with a video component to their performances. The word "multimedia" is a little banal, but it applies here.
The band is a duo of brothers Ryan and Hays Holladay. Bluebrain was borne in 2008 from the ashes of their respected and recently disbanded group, The Epochs. The Epochs were a clever, mischievous, and inventive pop band who I became acquainted with through my studio work. They were clients who impressed me enough to invite them to open for Beauty Pill, where upon they proceeded to blow us away and, frankly, embarrass us as headliners. Bluebrain's aesthetic extends outward from The Epochs, but has a distinctly different feel and perhaps a darker, more erotic persona.
We are honored to have them."
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Bluebrain is with us for the rest of the week and thumbing through their own record collection. Ryan’s found a gem to get us started:
Scott Walker - 4 Generally speaking, the way I listen to music is that I cycle through the records I love, changing it up every week or so. I'll get on, say, a Modeselektor kick or something will make me want to listen to all my Stones records and I'll be gushing about it to everyone until the phase passes. I add new music to the rotation but it does get a bit tiring looking for new things to love, in my opinion, without recharging your batteries with music you know gets you every time. With that in mind, I am sharing with you Scott Walker's '4' for no other reason than I've been listening to it non-stop as of late. Last weekend I saw a documentary called '30 Century Man', which chronicles his rise to popdom with the Walker Brothers trio through his retreat into obscurity to the recording of his most recent, critically acclaimed record, 'The Drift'.
I first heard of Scott Walker when a friend of mine in college, with whom I discovered most music and kept virtually no secrets about what it was each of us were listening to, asked me the question "Which Scott Walker album is your favorite?" To which I replied, "Who's Scott Walker?" He looked at me with equal parts disbelief and excitement. "You're about to dive into a new world, my friend." He was right. That's what's gratifying about discovering artists from the past, you can go through an entire catalogue without the tedium of waiting for the artist to do something new. I got all four of his numbered records and listened through chronologically. I didn't quite understand it. Here's the thing: when you're introduced to a new artist or collection of music, generally after one listen you can sort of tell what branch of the music history tree this sprouted from, and it helps make sense of what exactly you are listening to. This guy seemed to have come from something I had no interest in exploring. If you're reading this and have never heard Scott Walker, you might be thinking his music is a difficult listen; experimental, abstract, abrasive. It is none of these things. What makes it jarring at first listen is that it's closest relatives musically seem to be artists that missed the cool boat so long ago they haven't got a chance of becoming hip today. Someone described him to me as sounding like "Tom Jones if Tom Jones were a genius". While this is a bit of a stretch, you wouldn't be wrong to think this man was marketed by his label as a crooner, as something of a Neil Diamond before there was Neil Diamond. And to some extent this is true. Part of what led to his slow decline in popularity after the Walker Brothers was the inability to sell him correctly to any audience. I don't think anyone knew what to make of him and, today, I think many new listeners don't either.
There's a good chance that anyone reading this blog is already quite familiar with his work, but perhaps one person will happen upon this and be compelled to give it a shot. I urge you to get past those elements of his work that may cause you to make a premature judgement. You may have heard people sing like he does and, most likely, they've used the style to sing terrible lounge music or some derivative, but soon you will not only get past these associations, you will love his voice. It really is one of the most expressive I've heard and, fortunately, his lyrics paint such incredible pictures and tell such eleborate stories that you'll be happy to have such a strong baritone as the narrator.
It wasn't until '4' that I really understood this music, though. There is no doubt in my mind this is his masterpiece. In some ways I wish I'd started with this one as I think I'd more quickly understand the earlier LP's. It's an album that starts off on the ground level and steadily rises in intensity to the point where, by the end, you feel as if this may be the last thing he ever records. (For a while it was. The record bombed and he went into hiding for a many years.) And while it is not without its missteps (certainly there are lyrical mistakes, but when you are as bold with words as he is there's bound to be cringe-worthy moments) this record is, I believe, one of the most overlooked albums of pretty much any era. The string arrangements and song structures are in a league unto themselves. But unlike many great records, you probably won't come upon this playing at a bar then stop dead in your tracks to ask someone what you're hearing. More likely it will go in one ear and out the other as background music, possibly mistaken as something you've heard before. No, Scott Walker probably won't come to you. With this artist, he's not gonna come halfway; you'll have to meet this music where it's at.
As we've been flogging all week, The Washington, DC Record fair returns this Sunday (10/4) at Comet Ping Pong. Monday's post has all the crucial details and if you're on Facebook, you can RSVP and join the conversation here.
Now, would it hurt you 25 dealers who will be in attendance to bring some of these vinyl gems to the fair? My wallet wants to introduce itself to you.
Over 25 vendors on site. Over 500 people through the door. And me? Over indulged. (Did you SEE that Bloody Mary bar?)
