Posted by gregor on Saturday, June 30th, 2012
much like the title suggests this is their collective performance from cmt’s, i think its on that channel, crossroads. its pretty great… until we meet again.
Posted by admin on Thursday, June 28th, 2012
In the fall, Ryan Adams scheduled a stint of dates in the western part of the country in support of 2011’s critically acclaimed Ashes and Fire. Selected venues were small, quaint rooms and, as a result, tickets were nearly impossible to attain through every-man channels. The day of show, my brother and I decided to visit the venue early to scout the situation and thank god we did. The space was so loose we were able to calmly walk backstage and settle in behind the soundboard. Right then, opening act Jason Isbell, of Drive-by-Truckers fame, was mid-soundcheck tearing through excellent, unfamiliar tunes. As we stood and listened for awhile and marveled in the situation we found ourselves, Ryan Adams walked past with a small entourage and my brother couldn’t help himself. He accosted him. Cover blown, we headed toward the entrance hall and, just at that moment, the box office window rolled open. There were a limited number of tickets available, 7th row center. It turned out to be our very lucky day.
Posted by gregor on Thursday, June 28th, 2012
u2, even though they have fallen way out of favor with me, will always have a soft spot in my heart. admittedly, i still love just about everything up to and including zooropa. i saw this tour with my h.s. sweetheart at was then called the world in tinley park, il. public enemy opened, and i couldnt think of a worse opening band for the crowd, but i freaking loved it. public enemy, being one of my favorite bands, pretty much shocked just about every white person in the place, but again it wa awesome. they hung a klansman, and just pretty much did what they do. the u2 portion was so overblown, but gloriously done so.
oh yeah, heres the whole thing
Posted by admin on Tuesday, June 26th, 2012
I remember Fiona Apple fondly. I remember her as the spicy-waif sprawled out on that green shag carpet in 1997’s Criminal video. I remember her ungrateful 1994 MTV Music Video Awards acceptance speech when she emphatically insisted the world is bullshit and we (the viewers) should not emulate her and her fellow pop stars, but rather “go with ourselves!” And, perhaps most vividly, I remember magic man David Blaine on Howard Stern’s radio program claiming Fiona likes kinky sex and hard over the knee spankings. It’s hard to believe that, with all these great memories of Fiona Apple, I hadn’t thought about her in years. That is of course until last Tuesday when my wife returned home with her first full length in seven years. The album’s excessively titled The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More than Ropes Will Ever Do… and it was worth the wait. Fiona has created something distinct from her previous records but still maintains the compelling characteristics that made us fall in love in the first place. The album is raw, grimy, and simple. Most songs are merely her, the piano, and pots-and-pans percussion. After seven years in hiding, it’s a stripped-down achievement. So move over Regina Spektor, heroin-chic is back and octopus hats are in fashion. All we need now is a new David Blaine Street Magic and the 90s will have returned triumphantly.
Posted by gregor on Tuesday, June 26th, 2012
top of the day! well its almost official, our move back to chicago that is. the wife has given her 3 week notice, and i have something in the works up there. so, by august 1 we should be back in our motherland. here’s knocking on wood, or something. if there is anyone in chicagoland looking for a kick ass sous chef/kitchen supervisor, the wife is looking, and please let me know.
anyway, here is a pj harvey compilation/bootlet called the secret solo show which is entitled as such based on her unadvertised solo support slot for gallon drunk on 5.1.92. the rest is comprised of other performances, which you will find below.
01-09: the secret solo show at the white horse, hamstead, 1992-05-01
10: the late show, 1992-03-31
11-12: mtv, 1992-04-12
13-18: reading festival, 1992-08-28
19-20: the late show, 1993-05-07
Posted by gregor on Monday, June 25th, 2012
i have known mr martin rivas for a lot of years, or at least it seems like it. we met via the wilco message board via chicago back when i visited on an almost unhealthy basis – which was about 7 years ago at this point. either way, i knew mart was a musician but never really bothered to check out his work. silly me, or more like lazy me.
Posted by gregor on Sunday, June 24th, 2012
shrimp boat formed in 87, and at the time of their formation i was 13, and they were just a little bit ahead of my musical tastes at that point. shit i was still in kind of a heavy metal/hair metal stage at that point. although, my tastes were definitely turning/evolving into what they are today. either way, their 1993 record and final release, cavale, really hit the spot with 19 year old me. for those that dont know, shrimp boat was made up of what was pretty much chicago royalty, at the time, sam prekop, brad wood, eric claridge, david kroll and ian schneller.
Posted by gregor on Saturday, June 23rd, 2012
first off, i am a person who hold grudges, childish as they may be, i still hold em. i have tried for the past 5 years or so to get on the suburban home pr list and you know what i have been met with? silence…. i am only trying help, is that so wrong? so, i am breaking my suburban home boycott to talk about arliss nancy’s newest release simple machines cause its a fantastic fucking record.