I was confused when the 2010 Coachella lineup had Jay-Z’s name as a headliner. I truly was banking on Arcade Fire making a return. I have been envisioning myself at another stage during the last two hours of Friday, April 16. This is not because I don’t like Jay-Z.
Have you ever said to yourself, “You know what? All of these new indie rock bands are great, but I’d really like to hear some more direct influence from their musical predecessors. You know, find out where these guys are coming from.” Probably not, unless you’ve willfully barred your eardrums’ exposure to any music recorded before everything went unduly haywire on “Y2K.
It’s the timeless question that we all ask ourselves but hate to admit. Would you ever get plastic surgery? If so, what? How much is too much? Deny it if you must, but we’ve all at least contemplated it. A magic fix to any superficial flaw we perceive in our bodies is something that’s highly coveted by many - high price tag being negligible in the equation.
Tom Fec, aka TOBACCO, is your new favorite musician, and I’ll tell you why. He can never have a bad singing voice, he’s comparable to greats such as Daft Punk and Ratatat and his music is a little psychedelic, a little hip hop/dubstep/whathaveyou and a lot badass; some might say it’s like nothing you’ve ever heard before (unless you’ve listened to his first solo album, F*cked Up Friends, or his side project, Black Moth Super Rainbow).
What it was like to arrange the music for this new comedy
My early morning conference call finds me on the phone with actor Ben Stiller, director Noah Baumbach and LCD Soundsystem’s Jesse Murphy. The unlikely trio have set time aside to work to promote this week’s release of “Greenberg,” a film that most directly, is about nothing.
Twenty-four hours in one day; twelve inches in one foot; sixty melodic minutes in post-rock band, Caspian’s recent album of one, “Tertia.” As components are parts that can ultimately assemble a whole, ie. three-hundred-sixty-five days in one year, “Tertia” presents ten individual songs that fundamentally make up its one album in whole.
This Sunday I will once again be traveling with a pent up kitty in an automobile. My former roommate is giving our old kitten, named Baby Kitty, to my mom, a self-proclaimed cat lady. The hardest part about driving cats is the screaming. It’s seemingly never ending and appears to get louder with every bump in the road.
In case you haven’t noticed yet, spring has sprung. San Diego’s sunny weather seems as though it’s here to stay, daylight savings is in full effect, and the two month count down to the end of the semester has commenced. As if this wasn’t enough to get you through the last few weeks of classes, this week She and Him will release their sophomore album “Volume 2.
Beyond Wonderland, an electronic music festival held last Saturday, March 20 in San Bernardino, was one of the best events I have ever been to. And I am willing to bet the majority of people who attended the event feel the same way. The vibe at the event was great, with everyone helping each other out and enjoying the music.
March 14, 2010 I have not yet seen the stars, nor the mountains to the East, nor the vast jungle beyond. I am in Lima, the capital city of Peru, and among the second - third - fourth hand cars and buses jumbled on unfamiliar streets bearing historical names and dates that are now as long forgotten as the rules of the road, I have encountered the meaning of being a foreigner.
While prepping for a recent excursion to the South American savannah of laziness formally known as Argentina, I found myself wandering through the travel literature section at my local Barnes and Noble. I’ve spent a good amount of time overseas, enough to tell you all that the majority of travel scribble is usually a means for relatively boring destination marketing, describing everything as “unforgettable” or “culturally mystic” and essentially just baiting you for that perfect sunset dinner of authentic third world cuisine.
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