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Mar 31
This is an exceptional album from an exceptional artist. I highly recommend you find yourself a copy when it’s officially released on April 24th.
We saw Joe at SXSW. He was playing in a church at one in the morning on the other side of town from where we were. My traveling partners were convinced that we had to go.
He played right in front of the altar, bathed in a blue light. We’d been up for a long time, had a couple of drinks earlier that night (of course, there was no bar in the church), and I was nodding off in our pew. But as Joe performed, and as I slipped in and out of consciousness, I was struck by his songwriting and aw shucks manner. Dude was pumped just to be there, to have people in the pews that late at night.
This guy is the real deal. We’re calling him “the next Springsteen” — at least as far as storytelling goes. Generally speaking he’s a little more mellow than Bruce, but no less intelligent. He’s heartfelt, eloquent, and has something of value to say.
He closed his set in Austin with the last track from this new album, “Deep Dark Wells.” It was a beautiful way to say goodnight. As long as you’re not finished, you can start all over again.

This is an exceptional album from an exceptional artist. I highly recommend you find yourself a copy when it’s officially released on April 24th.

We saw Joe at SXSW. He was playing in a church at one in the morning on the other side of town from where we were. My traveling partners were convinced that we had to go.

He played right in front of the altar, bathed in a blue light. We’d been up for a long time, had a couple of drinks earlier that night (of course, there was no bar in the church), and I was nodding off in our pew. But as Joe performed, and as I slipped in and out of consciousness, I was struck by his songwriting and aw shucks manner. Dude was pumped just to be there, to have people in the pews that late at night.

This guy is the real deal. We’re calling him “the next Springsteen” — at least as far as storytelling goes. Generally speaking he’s a little more mellow than Bruce, but no less intelligent. He’s heartfelt, eloquent, and has something of value to say.

He closed his set in Austin with the last track from this new album, “Deep Dark Wells.” It was a beautiful way to say goodnight. As long as you’re not finished, you can start all over again.


Jan 13

CHRISTOPHER GUEST’S COACHELLA

liana:

INT. THE REUNION STAGE - GREEN ROOM - DAY
 
Members of PULP, REFUSED and AT THE DRIVE-IN are backstage along with a lovely cheese spread. In one corner, DENNIS LYXZEN from Refused practices screaming. In another corner, CEDRIC BIXLER-ZAVALA from At the Drive-In practices screaming. In a third corner, JARVIS COCKER stands next to to five guys who look like Jarvis Cocker.
 
DENNIS (Singing): Can I scream? YEAaahhhhh…

Dennis’ voice cracks. He clears his throat. A SWEDISH DUDE playing around with a guitar shakes his head.

SWEDISH DUDE (heavy Swedish accent): Theenk powerful banshee, not colicky infant, dammeet.

Dennis attempts another SCREAM. It’s even more pathetic.

SWEDISH DUDE: I knew we were too old for this sheet. But no, Dennees steell theenks he’s a guddamn ruck star.

Dennis FLIPS OFF the dude, who walks out of the room mumbling curses.

SWEDISH DUDE: Smadol tofteryd, vejmon vejmon, birkeland six-drawer dresser in white…

EXT. FESTIVAL GROUNDS - DAY

A dazed MISCHA BARTON wanders through the crowd.

MAN: Mischa, what are you doing?

Mischa puts a hand to her hair.

MISCHA: I’m looking for my headband!

INT. REUNION STAGE - GREEN ROOM - DAY

Cedric tosses Dennis a bottle of ALL-NATURAL COCONUT OIL.

CEDRIC: Throat lubricant, man.

Dennis downs some of it and tries out a SCREAM. It’s better and more banshee-like. Less colicky infant, dammit.

DENNIS: Aces! Where’d you pick up this trick?

CEDRIC: From Gwyneth Paltrow, actually.

Dennis nods knowingly. He looks Cedric over.

DENNIS: Hey, I like those pants.

Cedric looks down at his tight, tight black pants. They are nearly identical to Dennis’ tight, tight black pants.

DENNIS: Wanna trade?

INT. NAP STAGE - GREEN ROOM - DAY

BON IVER, RADIOHEAD and MAZZY STAR are jamming from a lying down positing on cots. Behind them is an AMP with a volume knob that goes all the way down to -1. In the corner, CAT POWER sobs.

HOPE SANDOVAL from Mazzy Star lets out a long yawn. THOM YORKE accompanies it on the guitar. JUSTIN VERNON closes his eyes and feels it.

Mischa Barton walks in.

MISCHA: Has anyone seen my headband?

JUSTIN: Nooooo-oooo-ooo IIIIII-
THOM: -Oh oh oh oh oh-
JUSTIN: Have not.
HOPE: -No.

INT. THE REUNION STAGE - GREEN ROOM.

Dennis and Omar stand in their underwear, struggling to get into one another’s tight, tight black pants.

DENNIS (Grunting): Jarvis, a little help?

Jarvis just stares. Dennis hops about. Mischa Barton walks in.

MISCHA: Hey, guys, I’m looking for my headband. Have you seen it?

Dennis shrugs and continues to struggle with his pants. He lies on the ground with his legs up in the air. Cedric points to his enormous ‘fro.

CEDRIC: You can check in here if you want.

Cedric, with one pant leg on, lubes up his hair with coconut oil and Mischa digs in. Jarvis Cocker looks over the scene and shakes his head.

JARVIS: Fuck this. We’re reuniting at South by Southwest.


Mar 23

I’m reminded of Community from a couple of weeks ago. Troy meets his hero LeVar Burton, much to his dismay, because “You can’t disappoint a picture!”

I just got to interview my favorite modern songwriter at WERS.

No one thought it would be important enough to tell the kid doing the interview that it had been moved up two hours. I thought I had until four this afternoon to prepare myself to meet Alex Dezen of The Damnwells. I got a worried phone call from our chief engineer at 2:45 that everyone had been sitting around for forty-five minutes waiting for me to show up. I was in the middle of my lunch (clam chowder) and ran out the door.

Thank god, Alex is a hell of a guy (and was clearly impressed I knew how to pronounce his name correctly). He and the rest of his adopted Damnwells (a band called Harper Blynn) were sitting around the studio being generally hilarious. No one seemed to mind that I was super late.

Our interview went well. We covered such topics as pooping behind dumpsters, getting drunk/lost in Austin, making sure your college students are using protection, and every single last one of the words you can’t say on the radio. And Alex’s writing process, which involves massive amounts of crack cocaine, apparently.

I’m just glad no one was mad at me. I felt like shit.

Alex was both exactly as I’d hoped he’d be, and exactly the opposite of how I’d imagined him. For whatever reason, I think of really great songwriters as quiet, reserved, a little aloof, but well-meaning. Last night, in pouring over several years of his archived blog posts on myspace, I realized that Alex might not fit this mold, but I hoped anyway.

The guy is kind of nuts. Nuts in the best way possible, but nuts. Biting wit, sarcastic, ridiculously quick with a line or joke. I felt right at home, despite getting in the room only five minutes before. I just wished I could have talked to him more off-mic.

Maybe tonight at the show.


Mar 18
weekdujour:

IHOP + beer+ live music

This guy. This guy flies down to Austin, hangs out for a week, engineers a couple of shows. Meets Aziz Ansari and the dudes from Odd Future last night, drinks on rooftops at open bars, has a generally awesome time.
That’s all cool. That’s good. Good for him. I’m really fucking pleased for you, Chris.
But you know what? IHOP? That’s too much.
Those onion rings are the straw that broke the supportive-friend-camel’s back.
Screw you, bud. Screw you and your onion rings.

weekdujour:

IHOP + beer+ live music

This guy. This guy flies down to Austin, hangs out for a week, engineers a couple of shows. Meets Aziz Ansari and the dudes from Odd Future last night, drinks on rooftops at open bars, has a generally awesome time.

That’s all cool. That’s good. Good for him. I’m really fucking pleased for you, Chris.

But you know what? IHOP? That’s too much.

Those onion rings are the straw that broke the supportive-friend-camel’s back.

Screw you, bud. Screw you and your onion rings.


Apr 1