. be prepared to intercept several spelling errors, lower caps and grammatically incorrect phrases and words that don’t mean what I want them to (at least according to that ho-bag Merriam Webster, anyway).
Friday, March 26, 2010
erykah badu :: really?
i never really got into the whole r&b slinky, sensual groove sounds of modern funk/soul. i can appreciate the older, influential shit for sure. but more modern BET marvels i always pulled the white girl card and pleaded ignorance. out of sheer curiousity, earlier this morning i opted to download the newest erykah badu album. not really expecting anything, i just wanted to check it out after a conversation with a pal who asked me to confirm if women really liked boning to her shit. "hell if i know dude." well, i still have no clue. but i do gotta say i'm somewhat pleasantly surprised to enjoy her beats. maybe it's the sunny day outside. the pot of coffee i chugged this morning. the fuzzy afterbuzz of hanging with pals i haven't seen in a while after some consumed said coffee and failed thriftstore shopping. my leisurely stroll through four chicago neighborhoods and local park. or maybe it's really the music. i don't know. but there's something about miss badu's honey-dripping vocal work and janelle monae-esque newage funk beats that's drawing me in today. this makes jodi pretty content.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
My Newest Obsession o' tha week: Peter Wolf Crier
Delectably simple--yet somehow full of melodic clamors of falsetto, loops of dusty percussion, easygoing guitar, pianos and rustic harmonies. Peter Wolf Crier may have a less than gripping band name and their orchestration may be far from heavy, yet their original and captivating collection of songs on their forthcoming May debut release, Inter-Be may very well possibly be one of 2010's best albums. Or at least, one of the best albums you never knew of. If it wasn't for my obsession with disposable albums of the week (or day, hour, minute), and hipinion, I may never have given this Minnesotan folksy duo a fair shot. I caught them briefly open up for the feminine tear-jerker Sharon Von Etten and my all-time dreamboat Owen Pallett at Schuba's a few months back and thought, ah this isn't horrible - but after my numerous bottles of pbr I had all but blanked them out. Fast forward to hipinion download forum and the constant shout-outs on Muzzle of Bees and I figured, eh, why not check em out. Listened to Inter-Be once and was like, ehhh heard it before. Bon Iver's sidekicks, pansies, I bet they have tattoos and got teased in gradeschool.
Well, after seeing them in Texas this last week I was able to at least verify the tattoo part. And the Bon Iver comparisons are all but impossible to avoid with the falsetto vocal work and gentle melodies. But once you give the record a second, third, fourth listen. . . you're drawn in. It's difficult to describe, since everyone who pays even the slightest bit of attention to today's music scene can attest that "Acoustic, harmonic Indie Folk Melodies" are just one of many's overkill formulas --but something about these dudes, it just grips at you. They're full of heart and their instrumentation is phenomenal. Even my metal-head girlfriend who normally scoffs at any of my musical suggestions agreed that the overall musicianship of each of these gentlemen was something not to ignore. The loops of vocals. The intensity of the percussion. The dual harmonies. The piano. Guitar. Such an echoic, yet orchestral vibe - something you truly have to witness live to believe that such a full sound could be created by a mere two man group.
The light hearted and easy going "Crutch and Cane" opens the record off, to an irresistably fun and optimistic start despite leadman Peter Pissano's questioning - "Where's our smiles? Where's our grace?". Transitioning into the other album gripper, "Hard as Nails," Brian Moen's brush stick light drumming opens up a haunting, yet addicting number packed full of contrasting, yet eerily, complimenting vocal harmonies.
I could go on and on about how great this album is. Maybe it's just the warmer, longer, greener spring days. All the free time on my hands. The experience and memories that were South by Southwest. This new transitional period in my life. Or perhaps I'm just a sucker for wussy harmonies and solid instrumentation. Whatever it is, I highly recommend checking out Inter-Be upon its release in May. Haunting and gripping, this 11-chapter story is one I definitely choose to share.
Well, after seeing them in Texas this last week I was able to at least verify the tattoo part. And the Bon Iver comparisons are all but impossible to avoid with the falsetto vocal work and gentle melodies. But once you give the record a second, third, fourth listen. . . you're drawn in. It's difficult to describe, since everyone who pays even the slightest bit of attention to today's music scene can attest that "Acoustic, harmonic Indie Folk Melodies" are just one of many's overkill formulas --but something about these dudes, it just grips at you. They're full of heart and their instrumentation is phenomenal. Even my metal-head girlfriend who normally scoffs at any of my musical suggestions agreed that the overall musicianship of each of these gentlemen was something not to ignore. The loops of vocals. The intensity of the percussion. The dual harmonies. The piano. Guitar. Such an echoic, yet orchestral vibe - something you truly have to witness live to believe that such a full sound could be created by a mere two man group.
The light hearted and easy going "Crutch and Cane" opens the record off, to an irresistably fun and optimistic start despite leadman Peter Pissano's questioning - "Where's our smiles? Where's our grace?". Transitioning into the other album gripper, "Hard as Nails," Brian Moen's brush stick light drumming opens up a haunting, yet addicting number packed full of contrasting, yet eerily, complimenting vocal harmonies.
I could go on and on about how great this album is. Maybe it's just the warmer, longer, greener spring days. All the free time on my hands. The experience and memories that were South by Southwest. This new transitional period in my life. Or perhaps I'm just a sucker for wussy harmonies and solid instrumentation. Whatever it is, I highly recommend checking out Inter-Be upon its release in May. Haunting and gripping, this 11-chapter story is one I definitely choose to share.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
saturday : the day jodi thinks she should not drink anymore.
good lord this week has proven i have limited drinking bingers left in me. i would like to apologize to any of the 400 recipients of my drunken texts and dials this week. yesterday was fun, the night was more on the lame side. i tried to stay out later since i've been retiring back to my hotel by 8 every night but last eve's failed attempt to catch the hood internet showed me i've been doing the right thing up until then by getting sleep instead.
i did catch some of the better bands i've seen yesterday, however. highlights included the bmi brunch - awesome food, awesome outdoor view in the backyard park area of the four seasons on the river. ryan's muzzle of bees bbq - it was a trek away from downtown but totally worth it. got to see a handful of rad bands including rural alberta advantage and these united states. drank lots of beer and ate some brats. beautiful backyard, very cozy. the fader fort rocked the drums, the very best, japandroids (and free tallboys, of course). finally got to meet up a bit with ryan. didnt quite cross paths with other pals i've been attempting to hunt all week, guess that better happen today or i'll miss everyone since i'm heading on a plane outta austin at 8:30 tomorrow am. back in chicago around 1. i am sooo excited. (except some peeps' facebook statuses are telling me its snowing and 35 degrees?? wtf). i miss my kitty so much i'ma squeeze her head off when i see her. my own bed. my own shower. drinkable water that doesnt make me gag. regular accents. ahhh. this might be my last venture to sxsw for a while. . . we shall see.
i did catch some of the better bands i've seen yesterday, however. highlights included the bmi brunch - awesome food, awesome outdoor view in the backyard park area of the four seasons on the river. ryan's muzzle of bees bbq - it was a trek away from downtown but totally worth it. got to see a handful of rad bands including rural alberta advantage and these united states. drank lots of beer and ate some brats. beautiful backyard, very cozy. the fader fort rocked the drums, the very best, japandroids (and free tallboys, of course). finally got to meet up a bit with ryan. didnt quite cross paths with other pals i've been attempting to hunt all week, guess that better happen today or i'll miss everyone since i'm heading on a plane outta austin at 8:30 tomorrow am. back in chicago around 1. i am sooo excited. (except some peeps' facebook statuses are telling me its snowing and 35 degrees?? wtf). i miss my kitty so much i'ma squeeze her head off when i see her. my own bed. my own shower. drinkable water that doesnt make me gag. regular accents. ahhh. this might be my last venture to sxsw for a while. . . we shall see.
Friday, March 19, 2010
day 3, got her done
i feel like a robot. or like, a dead person. there is too much pizza/beer/sun. it is possible. yet ima tough it out and get through the next 2.5 days until my return venture back to chicagoland. let's see here, what went down wednesday. . . started off the day early, checked out muzzle of bees' day party at habana calle 6 just in time for a lone star tallboy and peter wolf criier, a midwestern duo who just signed onto jaguar records, label home to bon iver. very melodic, some screaming falsetto harmonies, mad mad mad percussionist and a charismatic front man ("i'm a school teacher, i should be grading papers about now - you all appear to be well respected people with jobs," i shake my head, "not you?" nope, "good for you!")
show was an excellent kickoff, for sure. i downloaded their album shortly before this trip and look forward to revisiting it upon my return. then we headed to maggie mae's to catch a friend's band play and stock up on free bbq and beverages. it was on a shaded rooftop. and freezing! but we headed then to flamingo cantina for team clermont's day case in time to catch the electronic poppy sounds of jeremy jay. gave a couple old pals a round of high fives, chugged a brew, danced a bit. post clermont i tried to catch the schubas/lincoln hall party to see hood internet, but misread my directions and wound up about 20 blocks north of where i was supposed to be - which fortunately was only 3 blocks from my next destination - side bar on 7th. went to catch phantogram, but got a surprise when we walked in to think about life setting up. i was supposed to check this canadian four piece on sunday at schubas but didnt make it. i'm glad i did this time around. amazingly energetic, loud and an overall clamor of dance rock chaos, i really dug this set. may be my fave so far. i chatted with the singer for a bit post show and they agreed to do a 5 questions feature for muzzle of bees which was super cool.
then this white jewish hip hop dude named kosha dillz kept chatting me up. "i could really use some cute girls with bright leggings out there," uhhhhhh, what. "whats your name" uhhhh, jodi and you are? "kosha dillz." your mom named you kosha dillz? i'm sorry. "oh, no, she named me rami." ooook. well rami was trying his a-game really hard for a long time. that's why it was so hilarious when i went out back to check his show and found out he was postponed for 45 minutes becuase he got hit by a taxi. walking. yep. so post-show, "hey girl hey". so you got hit by a car??? "uhh, yeah" as he leaves. hahahhahaa. oh shit. funniest ever.
but next up was the ever always amazing phantogram who i caught at schubas a month or so back. even outside, their sound was super fantastic. got a lot of pics and vids of their set i'll post up later. great afternoon of music overall for sure. post side bar we wandered over to meet court for some brews. then we trekked to the bat bridge where "thousands and thousands of bats" nearly made a nother friend "crap himself." WEAKASS BATS. i was pretty hammered and expecting an iron maiden video. this i did not get. instead, maybe 200 or so bats fluttererd around all gracefully and shit like birds. NOT HARDCORE AT ALL. i was hoping for blood and death. not at all. this was our sign to head home for the night, at least for court and i, stace managed to make a new friend to party with. court and i, however, are much more hardcore than partying in downtown austin. we instead picked up a 6 pack of tallboys, 3 bags of chips and crawled in o ur respective hotel beds to watch a special on porn on cnbc. so if you texted me last night asking me to meet up and i declined, you now understand why. craziest part was on the shuttle ride home when i was chatting up this dude from milwaukee who had spent the entire day interviewing ryan from muzzle of bees. "yeah dude i write for them" for who? "for muzzle of bees" i dont think he believed me. i was really trashed. he was painfully sober. overall, im sure i left a pretty cool impression with him. "MUSHLE OVBEEZ!" ugh.
so here i am, sipping lukewarm folgers in a styrofoam cup, hair a mess, red tittyfuck tanlines on my chest from my v-cut dress yesterday. in pain, cramping from nasty bfast sausage sandwiches and dirty. gotta get ready for a bbq and fader fort. oh goodness.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
south by southseniorcitizen
dudes. i am old. night numero 2, number 1 of the actual music fest, and i was again back in my hotel by 9:00 pm. it's weird not having a badge this time around, not having the liberty to go to the night showcases - but i'm okay with this. yesterday was hardly a bust, however. brooklyn vegan hosted a pretty rad day set at emo's - a metal showcase for court inside which i neglected to check out, and a pretty solid jodi line-up outside. caught rural alberta advantage - who i've read about time and time again, but never really looked into - def will post sxsw, they surprised me and were def very very decent. i dont know why, but i guess i figured they'd be the same flavor of the indie folksy generic group of the week. they kind of were, but dancey with chimes. i like dancey with chimes. a lot. especially when there's open bar full of magic hatter beer and some mystery tea vodka drink. chugging 4 beers and a vodka mixer in the sunlight by 2:00 pm equals a very drunk and dancey jodi. following r.a.a. was the morning benders, who i really enjoyed but was floored to see that the average age of the 5 dudes was probably 20. big purple x's marked both hands of the players and their faces were baby faces. one even wore their own shirt. ohhh boy. pretty big sound for a pack of lil dudes, though. glad i got to catch em live. ending our stint at emo's was japandroids and they packed a mean punch of energy, really fun set. drunk drunk drunk.
then we wandered over to grab a slice at our fave pizzaria. then caught up with some friends to catch their set over at plush where $3 lone star/pbr tallboys took hold. craziness. then after mass wandering, splitting up, getting cold, getting sunburnt, getting tired, jodi wandered back to america's best value to receive an array of long overdue late "where are you" texts, mapped out today's gameplan which will be intense. there's something like 20 conflicting, coinciding day parties. got my hair/makeup did now and will be out the door shortly. sunburn on my neck, sniffly nose, i'm out to party like a gramma. wish me luck, g's.
then we wandered over to grab a slice at our fave pizzaria. then caught up with some friends to catch their set over at plush where $3 lone star/pbr tallboys took hold. craziness. then after mass wandering, splitting up, getting cold, getting sunburnt, getting tired, jodi wandered back to america's best value to receive an array of long overdue late "where are you" texts, mapped out today's gameplan which will be intense. there's something like 20 conflicting, coinciding day parties. got my hair/makeup did now and will be out the door shortly. sunburn on my neck, sniffly nose, i'm out to party like a gramma. wish me luck, g's.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
sxsw : day 1, post 1
just arrived at the ghetto fabulousness known as "america's best value inn". well, it's cheap for sure. not so sure about best value though. . . sitting on a wobbly chair in a tiny little box with two other gals. not much space. it's raining outside, about 50 degrees. helllllooo vacation. flight was painless, but the in-air drunk was not had. bummer. about to throw on some clothes, pick up the fader fort wristbands and then head to club deville for free margaritas and a local band called BLACK COCK. mmmmmmmmmmm. stay tuned. . .
Monday, March 15, 2010
Hot Chip :: The Interview
So I recently got the opportunity to work on some assignments for Chicago Innerview - including an interview with Hot Chip. It was a phoner, and I spoke with Al Doyle, the guitarist for both H.C and LCD Soundsystem. Pretty rad, right? I was pretty nervous and had to be all McGyver with my resources on account of my cell phone not being from the future - it could not record calls. So what'd I do instead? Videotaped a speaker phone. Hardcore. From there I transcribed every "umm, quite, and yeah, kinda's" out of our 18 minute conversation. Doyle was a complete gentleman and even admitted to internet stalking me prior to our call. My only regret is that I had to cut the convo down to 650 words from an original 2,000. Not sure when the final copy will run on the site, but for the handful of friends who are interested, I've included our entire conversation below. I apologize for the grammatical errors and type-o's, deciphering a thick British accent on a video camera isn't the easiest task while simultaneously typing. . .
Al Doyle may be LCD Soundsystem’s touring guitarist, but that’s just his part-time job. His fulltime gig as one fifth of the Grammy nominated electro-pop-dance party sensation Hot Chip is keeping him more than busy these days. On the recently released One Life Stand, Doyle recorded guitar, bass, cello, synthesizer and lastly, (but quite hardly least), the flugelhorn. Doyle was kind enough to chat with me to shed insight on his love for Twitter, new favorite acts and life on the road. Hot Chip will be playing at the Riviera Theater on April 19th with The XX.
Al opened up conversation with some internet stalking:
Are you Jodifer by any chance on Twitter? That’s so funny bc I was just talking about that and I did a little search on you here and then I started looking at your photo and its like, really creepy, this is the, oh yeah, this is the person I'm talking to, I’ve sort of been sporadically creeped out by twitter now.
(Me, totally caught off guard that he even knew my name, let alone looked me up, led into actual questions after confirming my virtual identity. . . )
“Dance” and “Party” are two very common descriptors when googling Hot Chip. Did you always envision your sound would revolve around the dance floor?
Oh yeah, over the last few years re-honing our skills on a dance act, especially at our live shows, have been very much oriented around that- slamming some sweaty dance party affars, I suppose I can give ppl a slightly skewed idea of what the music is really about, there are a lot of songs on the recordings that are a lot more low-key, kind of acoustic music, music that is influencd by American folk or, or English kinda acoustic music but you tend not to really crack those open during the live shows. We’ve tried sometimes but it never seems to really work because you cant repunctuate the atmosphere with one of those songs, I don’t know, maybe at some point later in our career when we’ve built up like decades of good will .
What’s your favorite part about being out on the road? What’s the most difficult part?
Well I mean the best part is doing the shows and making a lot of people very happy for a short amount of time if you can do that. Our shows have been going very well, we just enjoy playing live and we always have and the band is sounding really good. The worst part is the obvious thing of being away from your family or your wife, all that kind of stuff - being away from home, that sort of thing. It’s constantly disorientated and dislocated but you also kind of get used to it as well. You know, we didn’t do that many shows last year but before that we were on the road for like four or five years so we’re definitely very used to it. I’ve been playing with lcd soundsystem sometimes as well, it’s a major touring band and its just something you get used to.
If you had to spend an evening covering one artists’ material, who would it be? On the flipside, if you could choose any artist to cover your material, who would you pick?
If I had to cover somebody else, probably choose either Robert Wyatt or Brian Eno, Brian Eno - he’s quite a good one because you could do for all the different things he’s produced or collaborated on so that gives you quite a wide group/body of music to choose from. But to have somebody cover us – maybe, I don’t know, can it be a historical band? Well probably black Sabbath that would be quite good – something like the height of when they were, I don’t know before Sunday, bloody Sabbath.
What are some of your more memorable moments from being on the road? Any particular performances, fellow tour mates, cities or venues that particularly stand out, either fond or nightmareish?
Well we do like touring in America, its probably our fave place to do shows. I've been playing with them for many years, we’ve got a lot of fans particularly in New York and Roosevelt, so much support there. And Chicago, and the west coast too. Those shows are always great but we did one tour in the south, we’d never played before or played again since but we went down to North Carolina and Atlanta Georgia and went through a few small places there and those shows were amazing. really really good bc I don’t think there are many british bands that go to those sort of towns, those parts of the world you normally do New York and go up to Canada, back down to Chicago, across the other side so I think they quite appreciate when you go down there. I think its called the orange peel in Asheville, North Carolina? And that was just a really good show, and we’ve also had shows in South America there’s just like an amazing the best looking crowd you’ve ever seen in your entire life, all the amazing dancing and al this really good atmosphere.
We haven’t really had a bad show in awhile, it’s quite funny that you call today because we’re about to do this show in France and we just found out the venue only sold about a hundred tickets and it’s the venue, you could definitely fit 1500 people in here so we’re going to have to put a curtain half way down it, they’re hoping to get another 100 people but basically we’re playing to like 200 people and it’s going to feel a bit strange tonite. Get a band into the crowd or something, we can probably fit all 200 peole on the back of the stage or something I’m not sure what’s going to happen but we’ll find out.
You’ll be playing the Riviera in Chicago this April, when you’re here do you think you guys will have a chance to hang out in the city? Are there any particular eateries or forms of entertainment you seek out in each city or is it all rush in and out?
Yeah, WE’VE BEEN out and about in Chicago quite a few times we’ve had good seafood even though its pretty far from the coast. we always like to going to this guy Chris Ware, comic artist, graphic novelist, who’s a Chicago resident who’s quite famous kind of, comic book store which is fun to go to. I cant remember what its called, but im sure you’ll find it. I think Chicago is one of those towns where you can basically kind of walk around a little bit which is more of interest, so yeah we’ll get out and about in Chicago again.
You’ll have to try the deep dish pizza.
Yeah, we always have that there’s a guy on our team who’s family is from the Chicago and he’s got a couple places he calls on for deep dish from, I like it and we usually get it developed to the venue. I normally manage one slice and then feel totally defeated but some of the other boys like to try and plow their way through so we’ll be getting one of those for sure.
The internet has dramatically altered the way artists can reach an audience. With things like blogs/myspace/etc, what are your thoughts on the power of the internet in terms of helping (or hurting) your music?
Uh, well, I don’t know talk to the label. It hasn’t really affected our sort of earning powers so much although – its really hard to say. basically if we had been releasing music about ten years ago, we’d definitely have been making more music through record sales. There’s just no doubt about that, I would just def be happy to have more money, but having said that we’re not by any means doing badly like we’re all sort of earning enough money and totally happy. And we can afford to tour and you know, the whole thing’s rolling on but the label has def been quite badly affected by digital downloads and its been quite sad for us in some ways bc there’s people at the label we’ve been working with for quite a few years that we’ve realky had built relationships and a lot of them got fired or left before they got fired and it was just blows to people. And they would go in in the morning and not know if they were going to be leaving in the evening with their job. There’s nothing good to be said about that you know, that’s just a shitty situation and that’s the whole download side of thing but thinking apart from that as far as getting giving people access to music its clearly a good thing.
You’re able to get feedback immediately on everything that we do. There’s been a lot of times, I’ve been running this constant search on hot chip on twitter where you just kinda see people’s euphymisms, a lot of thimes they can be very personal about us , like what we look like or what they think our intentions are. and that kinda thing and you can just respond to them straight away and a lot of times they are quite surprised that you’ve responded at all and it just reminds people that we’re sort of normal human beings. if you say something about it essentially instead of saying it to our face, cuz obviously we’re gonna know about it so we sort of demand a little bit more of a kind of justification for anything that does get said and it brings the debate down to a more kind of a civilized level rather than just a slugging match. It feels as if as like though a conversation which I really like. im not interested in training people to they’re entitled to think whatever they think but its quite nice to not to be when someone says something and you post up your reply to kind of comment saying , I do quite like the way twitter works like that it seems a bit more civilized.
Are there any new artists you think our readers should be on the lookout for?
Well we just finished doing a UK tour with this Norwegian band called casiokids that not too many people know about in the states. I believe they’re being released on American label possibly called polyvinyl and we had a really great time with them and the music was excellent. There’s another artist that was just released that collaborated with the knife on this opera called tomorrow in a year and her name was Planningtorock and she’s going to have an album hopefully coming on on dfa some time this year with 4-5 songs produced by felix and quite possibly one produced by james and yeah its just really really good, she’s an amazing vocalist with really good pop songs and quite strange, very heavy kind of atmospheric styles, so im excited for that release.
What’s your personal favorite track from the new record?
Well it’s gotta be one life stand, (laughs), otherwise I def feel that that song was a keystone to the whole record and that’s why I think we wound up calling it that, you know. We all really sort of like that song, I also really like take it in, at the end, I mean I know its one of the strongest songs that Joe's ever written and I really like slush as well, to be honest, im not sure how people feel about that song but I have got a lot of time for it and I usually play my flugelhorn on that for the recordings and that was kind of fun for me.
Al Doyle may be LCD Soundsystem’s touring guitarist, but that’s just his part-time job. His fulltime gig as one fifth of the Grammy nominated electro-pop-dance party sensation Hot Chip is keeping him more than busy these days. On the recently released One Life Stand, Doyle recorded guitar, bass, cello, synthesizer and lastly, (but quite hardly least), the flugelhorn. Doyle was kind enough to chat with me to shed insight on his love for Twitter, new favorite acts and life on the road. Hot Chip will be playing at the Riviera Theater on April 19th with The XX.
Al opened up conversation with some internet stalking:
Are you Jodifer by any chance on Twitter? That’s so funny bc I was just talking about that and I did a little search on you here and then I started looking at your photo and its like, really creepy, this is the, oh yeah, this is the person I'm talking to, I’ve sort of been sporadically creeped out by twitter now.
(Me, totally caught off guard that he even knew my name, let alone looked me up, led into actual questions after confirming my virtual identity. . . )
“Dance” and “Party” are two very common descriptors when googling Hot Chip. Did you always envision your sound would revolve around the dance floor?
Oh yeah, over the last few years re-honing our skills on a dance act, especially at our live shows, have been very much oriented around that- slamming some sweaty dance party affars, I suppose I can give ppl a slightly skewed idea of what the music is really about, there are a lot of songs on the recordings that are a lot more low-key, kind of acoustic music, music that is influencd by American folk or, or English kinda acoustic music but you tend not to really crack those open during the live shows. We’ve tried sometimes but it never seems to really work because you cant repunctuate the atmosphere with one of those songs, I don’t know, maybe at some point later in our career when we’ve built up like decades of good will .
What’s your favorite part about being out on the road? What’s the most difficult part?
Well I mean the best part is doing the shows and making a lot of people very happy for a short amount of time if you can do that. Our shows have been going very well, we just enjoy playing live and we always have and the band is sounding really good. The worst part is the obvious thing of being away from your family or your wife, all that kind of stuff - being away from home, that sort of thing. It’s constantly disorientated and dislocated but you also kind of get used to it as well. You know, we didn’t do that many shows last year but before that we were on the road for like four or five years so we’re definitely very used to it. I’ve been playing with lcd soundsystem sometimes as well, it’s a major touring band and its just something you get used to.
If you had to spend an evening covering one artists’ material, who would it be? On the flipside, if you could choose any artist to cover your material, who would you pick?
If I had to cover somebody else, probably choose either Robert Wyatt or Brian Eno, Brian Eno - he’s quite a good one because you could do for all the different things he’s produced or collaborated on so that gives you quite a wide group/body of music to choose from. But to have somebody cover us – maybe, I don’t know, can it be a historical band? Well probably black Sabbath that would be quite good – something like the height of when they were, I don’t know before Sunday, bloody Sabbath.
What are some of your more memorable moments from being on the road? Any particular performances, fellow tour mates, cities or venues that particularly stand out, either fond or nightmareish?
Well we do like touring in America, its probably our fave place to do shows. I've been playing with them for many years, we’ve got a lot of fans particularly in New York and Roosevelt, so much support there. And Chicago, and the west coast too. Those shows are always great but we did one tour in the south, we’d never played before or played again since but we went down to North Carolina and Atlanta Georgia and went through a few small places there and those shows were amazing. really really good bc I don’t think there are many british bands that go to those sort of towns, those parts of the world you normally do New York and go up to Canada, back down to Chicago, across the other side so I think they quite appreciate when you go down there. I think its called the orange peel in Asheville, North Carolina? And that was just a really good show, and we’ve also had shows in South America there’s just like an amazing the best looking crowd you’ve ever seen in your entire life, all the amazing dancing and al this really good atmosphere.
We haven’t really had a bad show in awhile, it’s quite funny that you call today because we’re about to do this show in France and we just found out the venue only sold about a hundred tickets and it’s the venue, you could definitely fit 1500 people in here so we’re going to have to put a curtain half way down it, they’re hoping to get another 100 people but basically we’re playing to like 200 people and it’s going to feel a bit strange tonite. Get a band into the crowd or something, we can probably fit all 200 peole on the back of the stage or something I’m not sure what’s going to happen but we’ll find out.
You’ll be playing the Riviera in Chicago this April, when you’re here do you think you guys will have a chance to hang out in the city? Are there any particular eateries or forms of entertainment you seek out in each city or is it all rush in and out?
Yeah, WE’VE BEEN out and about in Chicago quite a few times we’ve had good seafood even though its pretty far from the coast. we always like to going to this guy Chris Ware, comic artist, graphic novelist, who’s a Chicago resident who’s quite famous kind of, comic book store which is fun to go to. I cant remember what its called, but im sure you’ll find it. I think Chicago is one of those towns where you can basically kind of walk around a little bit which is more of interest, so yeah we’ll get out and about in Chicago again.
You’ll have to try the deep dish pizza.
Yeah, we always have that there’s a guy on our team who’s family is from the Chicago and he’s got a couple places he calls on for deep dish from, I like it and we usually get it developed to the venue. I normally manage one slice and then feel totally defeated but some of the other boys like to try and plow their way through so we’ll be getting one of those for sure.
The internet has dramatically altered the way artists can reach an audience. With things like blogs/myspace/etc, what are your thoughts on the power of the internet in terms of helping (or hurting) your music?
Uh, well, I don’t know talk to the label. It hasn’t really affected our sort of earning powers so much although – its really hard to say. basically if we had been releasing music about ten years ago, we’d definitely have been making more music through record sales. There’s just no doubt about that, I would just def be happy to have more money, but having said that we’re not by any means doing badly like we’re all sort of earning enough money and totally happy. And we can afford to tour and you know, the whole thing’s rolling on but the label has def been quite badly affected by digital downloads and its been quite sad for us in some ways bc there’s people at the label we’ve been working with for quite a few years that we’ve realky had built relationships and a lot of them got fired or left before they got fired and it was just blows to people. And they would go in in the morning and not know if they were going to be leaving in the evening with their job. There’s nothing good to be said about that you know, that’s just a shitty situation and that’s the whole download side of thing but thinking apart from that as far as getting giving people access to music its clearly a good thing.
You’re able to get feedback immediately on everything that we do. There’s been a lot of times, I’ve been running this constant search on hot chip on twitter where you just kinda see people’s euphymisms, a lot of thimes they can be very personal about us , like what we look like or what they think our intentions are. and that kinda thing and you can just respond to them straight away and a lot of times they are quite surprised that you’ve responded at all and it just reminds people that we’re sort of normal human beings. if you say something about it essentially instead of saying it to our face, cuz obviously we’re gonna know about it so we sort of demand a little bit more of a kind of justification for anything that does get said and it brings the debate down to a more kind of a civilized level rather than just a slugging match. It feels as if as like though a conversation which I really like. im not interested in training people to they’re entitled to think whatever they think but its quite nice to not to be when someone says something and you post up your reply to kind of comment saying , I do quite like the way twitter works like that it seems a bit more civilized.
Are there any new artists you think our readers should be on the lookout for?
Well we just finished doing a UK tour with this Norwegian band called casiokids that not too many people know about in the states. I believe they’re being released on American label possibly called polyvinyl and we had a really great time with them and the music was excellent. There’s another artist that was just released that collaborated with the knife on this opera called tomorrow in a year and her name was Planningtorock and she’s going to have an album hopefully coming on on dfa some time this year with 4-5 songs produced by felix and quite possibly one produced by james and yeah its just really really good, she’s an amazing vocalist with really good pop songs and quite strange, very heavy kind of atmospheric styles, so im excited for that release.
What’s your personal favorite track from the new record?
Well it’s gotta be one life stand, (laughs), otherwise I def feel that that song was a keystone to the whole record and that’s why I think we wound up calling it that, you know. We all really sort of like that song, I also really like take it in, at the end, I mean I know its one of the strongest songs that Joe's ever written and I really like slush as well, to be honest, im not sure how people feel about that song but I have got a lot of time for it and I usually play my flugelhorn on that for the recordings and that was kind of fun for me.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
house cleaning : piracy funds terrorism
i have hella cds. 85% of them likely make me cringe, whether it be the content itself or the shitastic condition i kept them in (apparently, flinging discs across your room like a frisbee or stashing on a shelf without a case does not guarantee the disc will play in your stereo next time). but here and there, i will dust off a hidden, long forgotten treasure and will race to convert said jewel onto my disposable itunes library.
two days ago, boys and girls, that hidden something something happened to be m.i.a and diplo's mixtape, pre-arular release, piracy funds terrorism. love her or hate her, this mixtape is an undeniable dance party JAM. shit takes me back to 04, when a young and impressionable jodester was all about finding the newest and hottest shit. my friend seth had burned me this album, back in his days of promoting muzik back at some shitty jazz label. now said dude is the tour manager for gym class heroes and i haven't talked to him in probably 5 years, but the fact that he burnt this album for me, along with introducing me to the knife on a separate compilation, proves that i owe this man tremendously for my musical tastes today.
piracy funds terrorism isn't just another m.i.a. release. this is 21 tracks of pure diplo remix genius. with samples of the bangels, jay-z, salt n pepa, clipse, missy and dead prez, this shit is for realzies off the hook. sure, samples from miss arulpragasm's debut vocal works are the highlights on these beats, but revisiting this compilation just makes me wish she'd head back to her pre-hipster roots and keep her shit simple and dancetastic. she's got a new record due to drop this summer, and she's experienced several visa issues, government oppression/beef - but also motherhood and marriage. so it's hard to say if she'll just whip out the angry victim card or soften the blows with some more dancey chant work. regardless, i'm pretty excited about it, hopefully diplo mixes some of that shit up.
sometimes, it just takes a couple pitchers of pbr & a good whole-hearted prince bar sing-along
"cream, shit on top." that's my boy angel for you. as he'd hush jill and my feeble, drunken attempts at riot girl angst shouting to alanis morrisette's "you oughtta know" and even cranberries "linger," (aka - according to mr. pelipada, a "song about farting,"), even he let his cool guard down to drunkenly shout along to various prince tracks. pretty sure "kiss" was repped. and depeche mode's "i promise you," another hit. huey lewis and the news' "if this is it"? not so much. that one i got a stern look and a "no more huey" order from the poofy haired barmaid. this J&M watering hole, it was pretty successful for a fairly uneventful wednesday evening. boasting huge, glass $5 pitchers of pbr, a mediocre yet nostalgic jukebox and a handful of flat screen tvs broadcasting the blackhawks' game (first hockey experience, but i'd be lying if i said i wasn't taken by the fistacuffs and sweaty dude-broness of it all), i can see myself returning. hidden in an unmarked brick building on augusta/leavitt, i def never would have ventured this way had joe/angel not suggested it. it's a nice refreshing breath from the hipster congestion known as wicker park, for sure. no skinny jeans, no sleeve tattoos, no $80 haircuts or pretentious attitude from the bartenders. just chill ass people, cheap ass brews and good company. i realized last night that no matter what shit goes down wherever, however, i got some pretty ill people to back me up. first, a homemade dinner consisting of damn mighty fine chicken cilantro tamales, some good conversation, and then a fairly simple and good natured old fashioned drunk. i just wish that every night could be a drunken singalong dance party.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
ODB vs. Kanye
sooooo. day in and out i get shit for lovin me some 'ye. ok, he's an egotistical little cock. his last album fell flat on some fans' ears. he hurt little taylor swift's feelings. whoooooo cares. i would like to actually thank mr. west for making the vma's the most humorous moment of their televised history, and for continuously bringing joy to my life with his infamous outbursts. (who can forget michael myer's face during the unforgettable "george bush doesn't like black people" hurrican katrina moment. classic). plus, yes, i do enjoy his music. get over it. but really, what i want to touch on is how kanye got soooo much shit and backlash for his drunken outburst at a fake award show for "music" television - which really let's face it people, when's the last time you saw a music video in completion - or even trl like snippets for that matter- on mtv. probably ten years ago. so ye, gets off on his henessey kick and storms the stage to stand up for beyonce. way to go, man. he's probably a pretty good friend, really. i'd like ye to stand up for me someday. the fact that he happened to yank a mic from a stuttering prettty little country thang is just that much funnier.
but ok, didn't that whole debacle seem somewhat familiar? think hard. . . say, maybe about 13 or so years ago when this long forgotten lezy folk singer won a GRAMMY, for some shitass song about a fictional character named "sonny" coming home. yep, only losers like me with no time on their hands remember this trivial garbage, but shawn colvin won one of the highest prestige awards for musicians, for something like song of the year. as she joyfully strutted up the stage, this AWESOME moment took place. ODB, the original hip hop sonuvabitch. he jumped right up through the security and shouted out loud WU-TANG DID IT FOR THE CHILDREN! he bought an outfit that costed a lot of money, cuz he thought they'd win! he didn't care about no dumb white bitch, and neither did ye. at least ye was standing up for beyonce, whereas odb was upfront about his wrongs and stole the limelight for himself and fellow wu-members.
everyone back then was just like, "oh that silly odb," shaking their heads. "he's obviously uneducated and messed up, what a jester," whereas he and wu's career probs flourished from the outburst, ye had to go into hiding and apologize profusely. i dont think odb ever did apologize. he is the original gangsta. and i miss him. last night my boy angel and i rocked a series of old youtube vids, shimmy shimmy ya and baby i got yer money included. solid ass shit, g's. i hope ye busts out a new record full of badassness. he should drop the morose front and just remain who he is, an unapologetic, passionate dickhole. at least then his music kicks ass.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
hey, punkOFF!
oh boi. i had it all wrong. back in 2004 i thought i was so hardcore and badass b/c i was the 3rd ever female host of uw-oshkosh's punk centric program on its' 25 year running history on WRST fm. i wasn't. i didn't have the slightest clue about "punk rock" and i'm pretty certain i still don't. i played the rules alright, though. the prisoners in the nearby sex offender max security lockdown unit adored me, and repeatedly told me so with illustrations, love letters, deep poetry and numerous requests for black flag, dead milkmen and sometimes ozzy (which i never played - i usually handed these requests off to megahurtz, punk off's sister show which focused mostly, on, well duh, metal). i proudly tacked up the drawings of bloody human hearts with my moniker "jodifer" plasted across. i read the poetry aloud, my fave will always remain "the life inside", which was deep and described "the joint".
i had a lot of fun. it was kind of like make believe. like, let's make believe i'm punk rock. really, i just got the shift bc the prior host got booted from bringing friends up who cussed too much and got caught with a cooler of beer. i was the only willing to work sunday 10-12, but it beat my prior shift, she-ra showdown (all female format - girrrrl power, what what) which was 12-2 am. but yeah. this was really my "emo" phase. saves the day. motion city sucktrack. whatever. i was just diggin in some old docs and found an old playlist, hand scribbled with my songs. some are embarrassingly wretched. some aren't. what brought on this trip down memory lane is when my itunes switched onto the 1995 classic album, jawbreaker's "bivouac". dudes, this album rules. my faux punk roots may be long behind me, but this album is essential to any music lover's collection. it epitimizes what is so right about the punk genre, and i cant really pin it down, to be honest, i have no other jawbreaker releases - but im feeling i really dont need any. this album sums it all up. it's good fucking shit.
but in case you wanna laugh at me, here's my punkoff music log from march 22nd, 2004 - written exactly as logged:
alk 3 - over at the frankenstien place (yep, its a rocky horror cover - GAG)
rancid - radio havana
me first gimme - sci fi picture show (wtf with the r. horror)
distillers - coral fang
millencolin - fingers crossed
gimme gimmes - nothing compares to you (i h8 mfgg, gross)
rocket from crypt - im not invisible
gadjits - jenny jones (oh jodi yer so ska)
ltj (less than jake for all yall who dont know) - the science of selling yourself short
aquabats - super rad (super gag)
motion city - shiver
dead kennedys - california uber alles
dead milkmen - don't deny your inner child
afi - #5 on ep (way to capture the song title, jodester)
dropkick murphys - dirty glass (PUNK ROCK)
replacements - bastards of young
agnostic front - uncle sam
coheed - 33 (OMG I FORGOT ABOUT MY COHEED & CAMBRIA OBSESSSION!!!)
brand new - 77x7
casualties - brainwashed
ramones - kkk took my baby away
fugazi - waiting room
h20 - faster than the world
mustard plug - mendoza
the start - shakedown
sleater-kinney - one beat
dead kennedys - viva las vegas
the living end - one said to the other
rxbandits - sell u beautiful
much the same - wish
bouncing souls - manthem
pennywise - bro hymn
and there you have it. i officially had/have no punk rock credit, whatsoever. let the mockery begin.
hey u.s. postal service, hurry yer shit up
so i've been trying to be concious of my spending habits. pinch pennies, here and thurr. no lip gloss. no pizza (well, less pizza). turning down bar invites. you know, being smart. staying in bed, reading. lugging 30 packs of $11.99 pbr home from the cardinal vs. wicker park outings. whatever. i feel like even though i've got vaca in a week quickly approaching, i deserved a treat for myself. just cuz, whatever.
so sat night i bought me some movies. not just any movies, mind you, but classic children's stories. movies i grew up with as a wee tyke and have instilled important life morals/themes. my mom didn't show me any of those faggy disney cartoons, mind you. she just gave the screaming mullet kid what she wanted. and what i wanted was greasy fried chicken, bags of candy, and horror films. so in honor of lil jodi and of my mom, i visited ole amazon.com and picked up the masters of horror: poltergiest (CAROL ANNE!), stephen king's cat's eye (THAT LIL TROLL JESTER DOLL RULEZ MA LYFE - and gets owned in a fan by the police 'every breath you take' - pure cinematic genius), basket case AND basket case 2. (cuz you know, half lumpy creatures that rape ladies and control their siamese twin pretty much deserve to rule the world).
NOW THAT POST MAN NEEDS TO HURRY HIS ASS UP AND MAKE MY LIFE WORTH LIVING.
that is all.
so sat night i bought me some movies. not just any movies, mind you, but classic children's stories. movies i grew up with as a wee tyke and have instilled important life morals/themes. my mom didn't show me any of those faggy disney cartoons, mind you. she just gave the screaming mullet kid what she wanted. and what i wanted was greasy fried chicken, bags of candy, and horror films. so in honor of lil jodi and of my mom, i visited ole amazon.com and picked up the masters of horror: poltergiest (CAROL ANNE!), stephen king's cat's eye (THAT LIL TROLL JESTER DOLL RULEZ MA LYFE - and gets owned in a fan by the police 'every breath you take' - pure cinematic genius), basket case AND basket case 2. (cuz you know, half lumpy creatures that rape ladies and control their siamese twin pretty much deserve to rule the world).
NOW THAT POST MAN NEEDS TO HURRY HIS ASS UP AND MAKE MY LIFE WORTH LIVING.
that is all.
nasdaq :: ass crack
only big boi can get away with such a rhyme. it certainly doesn't hurt that he's backing up the lovely androgynous funk soul pop songstress janelle monae, though. her new single "tightrope," which is the first single released from her forthcoming debut full release, archanchroid - due to drop this spring, is undeniably catchy and addicting. i fell in love with this pompador sporting vintage pint-sized r&b diva last year at sxsw, where i caught her OWNING both the fader fort and the rolling stone party. bitch body surfed, boogied unrelentlessly and wailed in her hand-held mic. first show in eons where i picked up a disc legally, supporting the artist straight at the merch stand and pickd up her ep 'metropolis: the chase suite'. girl croons, has got some unspoken oddball obsession with robots and space, and has got plenty of all-star pals (hellloooo outkast) to back up her beats with plenty of bass thumping, guitar wailing and futuristic production. girl just wants to have fun. i know i'ma catch her live set when she rocks 2 consecutive nights at schuba's on 3/29 and 3/30. tix are only 15 bones, shit will be a weird ass dance party.
http://pitchfork.com/reviews/tracks/11790-tightrope-ft-big-boi/
Sunday, March 7, 2010
2010 :: the year jodi achieves her dreams?
probz not, but it ain't off to that bad of a 1st quarter. while i may just eventually be trading my last bland carurrrr in for another bland carurrrr with less pay, that layoff action last month was prob the best thing to happen to me. for a variety of reasons. several which i've previously disclosed and several of which i never will - b/c we all know the results of airing dirty laundry out in the open.
but the reason i'm gonna focus on right now is this: losing my job forced me to open up my eyes and at least attempt to pursue something i'm passionate about. that something: writing. writing writing and also music writing. yes, i've been at the muzzle o' bees thang for about 2 years now which i love love love. . . but i gotta get the jodiroot brand out there. spread the ramblings. poison the pitchfork prestige plague. git er done.
i don't want to get too ahead of myself and jinx it, but i received 4 (nonpaid but who gives a fuck) freelance assignments today from a chicago music site and i've got a tentative pitch in the works with a mag with national publication. both site/publications would have me contribute to music - previews, interviews and reviews and would get my name out there and have peeps read my shit.
this kind of makes me really excited. but just a little bit. (ok, or a lot).
i also have a phone interview for a boring job job wednesday afternoon.
and sxsw is a mere 9 days away. sunshine, beers, girls, bats and beats. it's gonna be a good march. i just know it. on the plus plus side, i just took a picture on my camera phone of my cat wearing my stocking cap and sunglasses. this also gets me pretty effing giddy.
but the reason i'm gonna focus on right now is this: losing my job forced me to open up my eyes and at least attempt to pursue something i'm passionate about. that something: writing. writing writing and also music writing. yes, i've been at the muzzle o' bees thang for about 2 years now which i love love love. . . but i gotta get the jodiroot brand out there. spread the ramblings. poison the pitchfork prestige plague. git er done.
i don't want to get too ahead of myself and jinx it, but i received 4 (nonpaid but who gives a fuck) freelance assignments today from a chicago music site and i've got a tentative pitch in the works with a mag with national publication. both site/publications would have me contribute to music - previews, interviews and reviews and would get my name out there and have peeps read my shit.
this kind of makes me really excited. but just a little bit. (ok, or a lot).
i also have a phone interview for a boring job job wednesday afternoon.
and sxsw is a mere 9 days away. sunshine, beers, girls, bats and beats. it's gonna be a good march. i just know it. on the plus plus side, i just took a picture on my camera phone of my cat wearing my stocking cap and sunglasses. this also gets me pretty effing giddy.
Friday, March 5, 2010
love is all - two thousand & ten injuries
It’s no secret that Swedes do it better. While I may not know too much of the traditional Swedish culture, their music scene is insanely ahead of the indie curve, leading the international pop craze left and right. (See: The Knife. Annie. Peter Bjorn and John. Shout Out Louds. Fever Ray. Robyn. Etc. So really, there's no surprise that I'm really digging on the new Love is All record, Two Thousand & Ten Injuries, which find's its Polyvinyl Records debut release on March 23rd.
This is the third of this Swedish eclectic indie pop outfit's discography, and while I was an above average fan of '06's Nine Times that Same Song and'08's A Hundred Things Keep Me Up at Night, I wasn't expecting anything different from the new album. If you've followed this troupe, you'll get what I'm saying: they deliver consistent, upbeat and scattered pop tracks - delivered atop fast guitar work, traditional percussion, crazed out synth and jazzy sax breakdowns, led by the childlike, shouting and sometimes difficult to comprehend lyrical styles of Josephine Olausson. While their content is all enjoyable, it doesn't tend to stick out apart from their past releases. It's a successful formula, but once you've got one album, you've basically got them all. Or so I thought.
There's something about Two Thousand & Ten Injuries, however, that disproves this theory. I can't quite put my finger on it, but the tracks are more tightly packaged and there seems to be a sense that as the album progresses, the band is getting closer to some musical destination on an overdue adventurous road trip.
The album kicks off with the delectably catchy, "Bigger and Bolder," proving this album to be exactly that with its melodic, fast paced and dizzy tempo. Additional highlights on this collection include the self-depreciative "Early Warnings," which Olausson shares the typical bad day routine we've all encountered at one time or another ("Straight out of bed, I smash my head on the book shelf,") topped with sax and melodies that almost make you want to have a bad day if it can sound this fun. The single "Kungen" is an addicting number clocking in just under three minutes, packed full of "bah-bah-bah-bah-bah's," driven by percussion, backed up by a steady bass line and topped with the signature chaotic sax/thrashtastic guitar breakdown. Perhaps the most standout track of the album is the closing number, "Take Your Time." a step away from the traditional Love is All pop craze, this song slows it down with a dusty marimba/key musical bed, with a fuzzed out, yet delicate, Olausson sadly and distortedly speak-singing minimal lyrics. The track is a synth pop lullaby, perfectly concluding an otherwise energetic, unforgettable third effort from this quintet.
Love is All proves their eclectic pop formula to once again be successful, while still managing to step it up a notch, with a mere twelve tracks clocking in under 35 minutes--I guess if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
with my naked eye i saw
oh, lucious jackson. how you and your sugary alt-fem goodness still strike a chord in my once teenage angsty heart. listening to this now extinct trio's 96 hit, "naked eye," i'm instantly taken back to the days of 16 yr-old hood. ten years later, i'm no longer chugging along in my 93 red ford tempo. not quite sporting rainbow striped camisoles and pink braless halter tops or baggy, string tied brown cargo pants. vans skater sneaks, no longer. the days of pink/purple hair are no more. but this song still brings a smile to my face and will force me to never forget my adventures with white mascara and dark blue lipstick. my purple/blue fuzzy steering wheel cover and hello kitty floormats. slinging pizzas and pitchers of pepsi at my afterschool job. glitter eyeshadow and feeble attempts at skateboarding. the track is almost like a time machine, zinging me back into my days of naive innocence, where my biggest beef was when liana smith had the same pair of brown pants from maurice's or that girl from juda wore the same dress as me in prom. how i would love to transport back to the summer of the mid-to-late 90's. even if only for more of some lucisous jackson. . . .
Monday, March 1, 2010
a creepy walk home.
there's this song by this swedish group of electronic producers, i wanna say they call themselves the teddybears or something like that, something bear, anyway. the song features neneh cherry (eagle eye's sis, ala buffalo stance fame), and is called 'yours to keep.' it's really upbeat, catchy and sugary fun. i remember walking one day to the brown line from my old apartment on damen/foster, strolling past winnemac park with this song playing on my ipod. and suddenly, for no reason really whatsoever, getting uncontrollably freaked out. i got a vivid image in my head and idea that there was danger, or trouble. there wasn't of course, it was around 3:00 pm on a sunny weekend afternoon. but in my head, i imagined a rickety, white beat up van. and a young, pretty girl, maybe in her early-to mid-20's, such as myself, gleefully strolling in the park, listening to this same song. carefree, happy, no guard. just strolling, in the sunshine, on her way to wherever she needed to be, humming along to this pop gem.
then the man opens the sliding van door. grabs her blindsighted and jerks her left arm into the van. drags her body in the back. some cynical, dark, unspeakable evil. the image ends there, but i often think about it. remind myself, keep your guard up kiddo, you live in the city. you could get mugged, raped, beaten, killed. it doesn't matter what neighborhood you're in or how confident you are. this shit is real.
last night i was walking home after having some drinks. i walked through winnemac park on the clear, icy, concrete paths which were carved in a patch of snow. just my regular walk home from andersonville. listening to the decemberists' "16 military wives," a pretty upbeat quirky track. and then i got kinda freaked out again. swore i saw a shadow behind me. felt as if i was for sure being followed. but everytime i would turn around, trying to steal a glimpse behind me, i'd feel this tense, cinematic-esque feeling of dread you get in all the cliche horror films. the protagonist feels the danger, but can never see it. that kind of thing. "calm down jodi, you've had a bunch of beers. you're being paranoid. butt. . . it is dark and you are alone. so just get home as fast as you can."
but the whole walk home, i was straight up trippin. totally convinced i was being followed. even when i got to my apartment back stairs and was more than halfway up to my apt, i was overcome with this sudden certainty of dread, that my predator would appear in my back parking lot and race up the stairs with non-human speed, almost twin peaks-kinda creeepy, and get me before i could dig out my keys.
this of course, didn't happen. but it might be good inspiration for working on that new piece of fiction i've been turning over in my head. we'll see. . .
then the man opens the sliding van door. grabs her blindsighted and jerks her left arm into the van. drags her body in the back. some cynical, dark, unspeakable evil. the image ends there, but i often think about it. remind myself, keep your guard up kiddo, you live in the city. you could get mugged, raped, beaten, killed. it doesn't matter what neighborhood you're in or how confident you are. this shit is real.
last night i was walking home after having some drinks. i walked through winnemac park on the clear, icy, concrete paths which were carved in a patch of snow. just my regular walk home from andersonville. listening to the decemberists' "16 military wives," a pretty upbeat quirky track. and then i got kinda freaked out again. swore i saw a shadow behind me. felt as if i was for sure being followed. but everytime i would turn around, trying to steal a glimpse behind me, i'd feel this tense, cinematic-esque feeling of dread you get in all the cliche horror films. the protagonist feels the danger, but can never see it. that kind of thing. "calm down jodi, you've had a bunch of beers. you're being paranoid. butt. . . it is dark and you are alone. so just get home as fast as you can."
but the whole walk home, i was straight up trippin. totally convinced i was being followed. even when i got to my apartment back stairs and was more than halfway up to my apt, i was overcome with this sudden certainty of dread, that my predator would appear in my back parking lot and race up the stairs with non-human speed, almost twin peaks-kinda creeepy, and get me before i could dig out my keys.
this of course, didn't happen. but it might be good inspiration for working on that new piece of fiction i've been turning over in my head. we'll see. . .
konichiwa, bitches
bah! exxxcited! just read this p4k article which confirms that swede pop superstar goddess robyn is releasing, not one, not two, but THREE albums in 2010. this makes me incredibly ecstatic, as anyone who knew me in 08 knows that this was MY album of the decade, fucking robyn. seriously. dance party extreme. totally lame, guiltless campy pop. taking me back to the roller rink in 6/7th grades, speed skatin to the likes of "show me love" or "do you know what it takes", bitch brought it back in 05 with the initial swedish release of her self titled work which got official release in the states three years later. SERIOUSLY. this shit's exciting. i already checked her leaked collab with diplo, "dance hall queen," and there's gotta be at least another handful of traxx equally dance worthy. shit will be bananas.
2010: the year jodi got her groove back.
2010: the year jodi got her groove back.
dreams : dissected
when i was probably 20 or so, there was a year long period where i got really into the whole palm reading/tarot cards/dream analyzation trend. it was all in all pretty cliche and commercialized, i picked up all my "kits" and books from the borders' sales racks, but it killed the time and usually got people to talk to me about their personal secrets. so it was interesting, to say the least.
i haven't read one of my de-stressing analytical hippie jargon books in quite some time. i kind of wish i remembered how to do all that shit. or maybe i don't. last night i certainly had a string of interesting dreams. typically, when i wake up, especially after a night of drinking, i can't remember a single dream. but last night/this morning, i was more than relieved to be awoken at 9:30 by a friend's text message. it was one of those dreams where i knew i could wake up at any time, but it was like watching a movie. i wanted to find out the ending. except, this movie was about my life.
i only remember two in clear enough detail to ramble about here, but the first one, albeit very brief, had something to do with president obama resigning his position. he didn't feel he was "up for the role" and was disappointed in his progress/lack thereof. now, see this is strange to me. because i'm admittedly one of the most politically apathetic sonsofbitches you'll meet. while i appreciate jon stewart, i think the daily show is boring, mostly b/c i'm so out of tune with our nation's going-ons, that i don't get the jokes or know what he's talking about. i'm not passionate about the economy or healthcare, even though i'm currently being affected myself. i don't give a shit about national speeches or new laws, the only halfway political theme i've followed in the past few years is the whole gay-marriage ban. proposition 8. awesome. so we're at a place in time where everything is instantly gratified online, american idol is the biggest news maker, and animals are toilet trained. but gays getting married! NO WAY I DON'T WANT ANY HOMOS RUBBING OFF ON ME!!! jesus christ. talk about prehistoric. but whatever, now i'm too tired to even pay attention to any progress there. i'll vote when i need to, don't get me wrong. but politics bore me. end of story.
so to have a dream where the president up right quits? if this ever came true, i'd probably find out two days later on perez hilton. that's how out of touch i am with things. but the dream was more of an afterthought. i think i was at a bar, maybe even big joe's, where i was last night. and the tv ran a story about obama's resignation. and all the hick townies were hootin' and hollerin', calling him derogatory racial slurs, good riddance'in, etc. i remember feeling a slight pit of disappointment, but then nonchallantly ordering another pitcher of beer.
that was dream one. rad, right?if i were to take a stab at deciphering that one now, i'd prob credit it to something to do with my unemployment status and how i'm now another statistic, number in the nation's census. just another figure affected by our current financial crisis, state of ruin. but then again, maybe it was just b/c i was drunk when i passed out. who knows.
transition to dream two. this is where shit got weird.
anybody who's known me for a bit is probably aware of my daddy story, or lack thereof i guess you could say. so i don't completely bore everyone with the whole lifetime original tale now, i'll give the condensed version. i grew up with a single mom. no dad. no questions about dad allowed. not until i turned 18. week before 18th bday/highschool graduation, mom gets letter in mail from "dad." he found out about me. met me. made me take a paternity test. turned negative. "mom what the H?" "it's him. faulty test, better off without hinm in your life." five years later, father's day. on couch in living room in chicago. log onto myspace. get a msg from "dad" asking if i'm "jodi robin root from argyle". what the fuck. long story short, 2nd paternity test - negative again. "mom what the fuck?" "i don't know what to tell you, jodi." one time i got her drunk and she confessed that it could have been "the short blonde guy." i'm taller than my mother and half-brother. i'm not blonde. i don't know how that could work out. basically, whatever. mom didn't have an abortion. she partied a lot but still kept me and raised me alright. i'm ok with this. but do i have questions? good god, yes. i don't intend on ever having my own family, but who knows, maybe someday i will. at that point i'd like to know my family health history. i'd like to know my heritage. as gratifying as checking "white/caucasian" on all personal paperwork is, i'd like to know where the fuck my genes come from. have i ever boned a cousin/brother? that'd be hella creepy. do i have siblings? aunts/uncles/grandparents? maybe, probably. but i'll never know them.
the second paternity test was now 3-4 years ago. i've pretty much moved on and dont think about it. i mean, what's the point? but this dream really got me thinking again. . .
in my dream i had found out somehow, that my father was alive and did know about me. his name was "andy" or "andrew". he was french. i was half french. when i'd ask my mom she'd get extremely upset and curse him. i had to go through my brother, who was 14 around the time of my conception, and get details from him regarding her ex-bf at the time. he wasn't a fan either, but introduced me to the dude's sister, my aunt. she resembled a frizzy haired, creepy, haggard witch kind of woman who wore way too much cheap eyeliner. "your dad's dead." she coughed. "drug overdose." so here i was, with a newfound father, but he had died after all. and i was french. and my mom was so angered she wouldn't speak to me.
i don't get it. the dream itself - why i was subconsciously thinking about the father issue, and how the hell my dreamworld linked me to being a frenchie. if i had to guess by looking at myself, i'd say it's pretty clear i'm irish/german. my mom has a bit of both in her blood, as well as english heritage and a smidgeon of pennsylvanian dutch which i'm way too embarrassed to ever admit out loud (penn dutch = ammish. sick, right?) strange how i'll gleefly brag/boast my connection to serial killer ed gein and how he fed my mom's first cousins "venison" and "hamburger" when he would babysit them regularly. but the idea of me being related to a crusty sick ammish person leaves me dry heaving. the horror. . .
as i lay here in bed, i'm regretting falling asleep last night period. the daddy dream left me a bit shook up and unsettled, even though obviously it changes nothing. but the unanswered questions have yet again, surfaced into my thinking. and i wish my mom would just talk to me. tell me, straight up and admit it. i know she was doing a lot of drugs. i know her lifestyle wasn't conventional. i've figured it out that i'm a result of an unprotected one night stand. i just wish she could tell me that. i've certainly had my share of one night affairs in which pregnancy would obviously fuck up everything - but i find it so hard to believe that she is unable to track down the sperm donor even enough to recollect what he looks like. or where she met him. names, i can't even tell you the last 20 dudes i've kissed, so i get that, but . . . man.
so i guess i'm glad i can't analyze this dream. cuz it would probably just really bum me out. but the tarot cards. . . that could be amusing. maybe it's time to revisit my local border's. rack up some income being a crazy with a crystal ball on the cta.
i'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
while lying in bed, cursing myself for the prior night's binger, i couldn't move. couldn't muscle the energy to slip on a t-shirt or brush my film plastered teeth. my arm was sticky. hair, its typical rat's nest. needed food. badly. but couldn't justify forking over the twenty bones for pizza delivery unless it was shared. all my other peeps were equally uninterested in leaving their respective hungover bed zones, so i decided to text my ex-bf in hopes of splitting a pizza since he lives the closest to me. instead of accepting said pizza offer, however, he offered me up a free ticket to check cursive/alkaline trio at their sold out set at the metro.
really? i thought. i didn't know how to respond. i mean, man. i have some memories of my alk 3 days. back in the summer of 2001, when i first moved out of my mom's house and into my first very own place, what they called 'Bates Motel', (complete with neon hotel sign, yes), in the woodsy back parking lot of tommy bartlett in the dells. with its rape me wooden path, spider infestation, gravel driveway hidden by trees, this was probably the coolest place i ever lived in. sure, my roommate was a fat, spoiled slob who i despised. alyssa, *shudder*. but, the vintage greasy spoon like booth for the kitchen table, 70's floral design curtains and creepy novelty of the joint was pretty radical. the raccoons knocked our garbage cans over on a nightly basis. deer often trampled down our stairs and would scare the bejusus out of me in the middle of the night, poking their heads against my bedroom window. bunkbed.
i didn't really have any friends that summer. i befriended a pack of finnish girls, but because it was my first year at bartlett's and i worked at robot world (the very bottom of the tbi social ladder, mind you - my climb up the hierarchy to the prestige of ticket seller didn't come until 2002), i pretty much stuck to myself. worked the 8-10 hours, worked part-time at the night ski show selling cotton candy and popcorn whenever they needed my help. would drive my shitty constantly breaking down 93 red ford tempo to madison or home to argyle whenever i had a day off. hang out with my high school friends.
i remember this was a turning point in my life. not yet in college, definitely done with high school. i was an "adult?" i dont' know, not really. i still shopped at hot topic, so i was for sure hella clueless. lots of glittery gummy bracelets and bad music. but this summer also transformed my musical tastes. in the summer of 2001 i spent several hours locked in my shitty bedroom, batting at milipedes and searching for new tunes. i picked up a vagrant records sampler at hot topic for five bucks. it had both alkaline trio and reggie and the full effect on it. i also listened to get up kids' "something to write home about" religiously. i was experimenting in my next pseduo "punk"/emo phase. dashboard confessional, saves the day - they didn't follow until uw-river falls that forthcoming fall semester. that's another story.
but as soon as i heard "thanks for staying," by reggie and "crawl" by alkaline trio - i felt some sort of comfort. knowing, ok, at least i'm not rocking out to o.a.r. and dave matthews like the rest of these college kids pretending to be hippies at their summer jobs. i'm "alternative." just like high school, intentionally separating myself from the pack, lonely and bored. i remember one particular day specifically, where i had driven to the wal-mart in search of some new tunes. i purchased two very significant albums this day - both destiny's child "writings on the wall" and jimmy eat world's "bleed american." so maybe just in the recent year or so, i dusted off "writings on the wall" and guiltlessly admitted my secret love for bills bills bills and say my name, (who can forget bug-aboo or jumpin jumpin? even at age 18, i kept my d.c love a secret and scoffed whenever they played them on mtv or the radio, secretly tapping my foot and getting my inner girl groove on). but jimmy eat world? goddamn. sure, they played the death out of the middle and sweetness kind of pissed me off a bit too, but praise chorus? the self titled track? fuck, even now, some 9 years later, when i hear "hear you me" start to strum on my ipod, i'm instantly back on that carpeted linty floor, leaning on the red iron bars of my bunk bed, wallowing in self-pity and wishing for my life to begin. sad. but still listening anyway. i was sooooo deep.
kidding aside, those albums, (aside from d.c), marked the beginning of my journey to where i am today as a music critic/fan/whatever. i hadn't ever listened to anything like alk 3 before, and it was something i had discovered on my own, without the influence of magazines, television or a friend's word of mouth. no social networking, internet obsession, blogosphere then like there is today. back then i had to pay $.50/minute to surf the web at the internet cafe. hella lame. no wireless then. . .
so fast forward nine years. no longer at bates motel, but now in my real grown-up apartment in chicago. Was i even interested in alk 3 anymore? could it even be amusing for a novelty nostalgia trip? hell if i knew, there last few albums sucked pretty hardcore and i didnt think i could pretend to get into it and didn't want to be lousy company for mike. but he needed a companion and was offering the ticket for free. hadn't hung in a while, and what the hell else do i have to do with my time these days? being unemployed is so strange. no concept of days/time, etc. just laying around half naked in my butterfly robe my sister in law gave me when i was 12. playing online. drinking coffee. not being constructive. so yes, even though i was hung over and in a great deal of self-induced discomfort, i decided i had nothing to lose to accept the tik to the metro.
picked up a frozen pizza, a few brews and strolled across the park to mike's apartment. we made it to the show just as cursive opened up with "from the hips." cursive delivered a somewhat dry set. i dont' know, like i was telling mike, i have a love/hate relationship with cursive. they have the potential/talent/capability to blow my freaking mind and some of their past performances have topped my concert going experiences (sxsw last year for sure), but other times they just piss me off and drag their shit on forever with old material and lackluster energy. never any banter, which is fine as long as you are offering up a mind blowing performance instead, but nope. last nite it wasn't horrible, but there was def something missing. maybe it was the fact they were playing a 6:30 pm all ages show for a bunch of kids who weren't even born when alk 3 released maybe i'll set fire. fuck, the dudes from cursive are prob old enough to be some of those kids' grandfathers. i can see how thatd' be hard to rock it out.
next thing i know it's 8:30 and trio takes the stage. they open up with their new single from their new album, "this addiction." i could. not. stop. laughing. i turned to mike and was like, 'wow, genius lyrics here." something along the lines of repeating THIS AD-DIC-TIOOOOOOON with formulic power pop riffs. but soon enough, i quit laughing and just started smiling, bobbing along in recognition to a good chunk of my younger years. it seemed like they damn near played 'from here to infirmiry' in completion, which was my summer of 2001 go-to album. transported to bates, warped tour, being a lil young'in. they played private eye, stupid kid, armageddon and my fave, crawl. their drummer was insane. he made going apeshit crazy appear effortless on that drumkit. i was impressed. the sound was tight, the crowd - hilarious, and this was the first show where i witnessed crowd-surfing and the cliche energetic devil's horn hand gestures getting tossed around in probably 8 years. dudes def knew their fanbase and how to work them. they even closed with "radio." i found myself getting bored probably halfway through their set, but all in all, i was pleasantly surprised to find myself enjoying the performance. i'd turn to mike every other song, "is this that counting song?" "this one's from good mourning, right?" "did they just say satan? no, sadie? oh yeah thats the charles manson song right?" he would just smile and pat my shoulder. i felt like a 3-year old. but at the same time, still remembered every single goddamn word.
post-show, (10:00 PM - way past kiddies' bedtime), we headed to big joe's to shoot the shit over a pitcher or two of pbr. decent night, decent time. total trip down yesterday lane. both musically and company wise. mike reminded me how i brought him to the goddamnit tour in milwaukee for his bday in 2005. i totally forgot about that. turns out there was a lot i had forgotten. but infrequent surprising reminders are definitely more than welcome. i hadn't revisited bates motel in quite some time. . . .
so here's to you, mr. skiba and crew - thanks for making me remember who i was and how i got to be here in the now as the miss jodi robin root i am today. i will gladly shout along to "dogs shitting razor blades" in your honor anytime. but as far as the hot topic gear goes, i think i'll pass.
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