
A great way to kick start the week. Listen to Everything That Happens Will Happen Today below, then buy it. Great to hear this classic pairing making tunes again. Highly rec'd.

(Photo by Mystic Childz)Via Chicago
Blood of the lamb (w/ clarinet)
You are my face
Hummingbird
I Am Trying To Break Your Heart
A shot in the arm
Side with the seeds
Misunderstood
Far far away
Impossible Germany
Pieholden suite (w/ total pros)
California stars (w/ total pros)
Handshake drugs
Pot kettle black
Poor places >
Spiders (kidsmoke)
encore 1
Jesus, etc.
Can't stand it (w/ total pros)
Hate it here (w/ total pros)
Walken (w/ total pros)
I'm the man who loves you (w/ total pros)
encore 2
Heavy metal drummer
Late greats (w/ total pros)
Kingpin (w/ total pros)
Monday (w/ total pros)
Outtasite (w/ total pros)
I'm a wheel


(Photo by Jonny Leather)





{Bad Ass Photo's by Dese'Rae L. Stage}


{Bad Ass Photography by Dese'Rae Stage}



Light Pollution rolled into Manhattan the other day for a show at Piano's. To be honest, I'd never heard of them until Wednesday morning when I got a press release that said "Light Pollution's music is kaleidoscope of sound, encompassing everything from backward tapes to dissonant piano rolls to even crunching leaves." Sounds good to me. Piano's was empty Wednesday night, as if no one had gotten the memo. Despite much of a crowd, Light Pollution performed an enthusiastic set of soul bearing Americana backed by life affirming instrumentation. From my count the band played accordion, guitar, violin, mandolin, trombone, bass, drums, melodica, glockenspiel, keyboards, and a smattering of percussion. Not only did the band bring the songs on their recently self-released (and self-titled) EP to life, but they did it with so much enthusiasm you couldn't help but rock out in the corner all by your lonesome. The Illinois based collective is currently touring the Northeast promoting its self-titled EP, available on vinyl (comes w/a CD), and will be back in New York Saturday for a show at Brooklyn's Union Hall. Get there early, their the first band on the bill.
I've been meaning to post these since early May but now that The Rosebuds have penciled in an October 7th release for their latest, Life Like, it seems like an appropriate time. Even more appropriate considering the album was co-produced by Portastatic’s Matthew McCaughan and Bon Iver's Justin Vernon, who each contribute remixes to Sweet Beats, Troubled Sleep (Night of the Furies Remixed) . Matt's remix of "Silence By The Lakeside" is a mellow trip down bossanova lane, while Justin transforms "Get Up, Get Out" from an uptempo nu-disco cut into a slow burner complete with all the aching falsetto harmonies you'd expect from the man who crafted the insanely beautiful For Emma, Forever Ago. For those of you who forgot, Justin used to play in The Rosebuds, and also convinced them that they could record Night of the Furies by themselves. (Oh yeah, and we first discovered Bon Iver at the Rosebuds/Brooklyn Vegan showcase day 1 of CMJ 2007. Quite the family gig.)
Ok, I don't know if we love Sic Alps, but I sure as hell do. For the last few months the San Fran band's singles, EP's and rarities compilation A Long Way To Get Around To A Shortcut has been on high, high rotation on my iTunes. In fact, I love this disc so much that I've actually given 5 of the 26 songs on ALWTGATAS a 4-star rating on iTunes, a huge compliment considering the only other bands to make the list are the Beach Boys, Yo La Tengo, Animal Collective and Joy Division. Granted, Sic Alps aren't for everyone. If you don't like tape recordings, spatial hissing, fumbling psych freakouts, desperation or noize, stay away. If those things sound kind of enticing, continue reading.
Often labeled the greatest year in hip-hop, 1988 saw the release of some of the best albums in hip-hop's history. It's tough to pick a favorite from the class of '88, but Eric B & Rakim's sophomore album, Follow the Leader, is a top contender. Released twenty years ago last Friday, Follow the Leader was a blazing follow-up to their 1987 debut, Paid in Full, and set Rakim aside as one of the innovators and pioneers of early hip-hop. God Bless The Hold Steady.
Bored on a stormy night in Brooklyn, watching the sky light up and waiting to hear the new Grizzly Bear song on Letterman (which was sweeeet). Yep, that about sums it up. Here's the soundtrack to the evening.
(This Great Photo by RobotClaw666)
(This Great Photo by dde)
After chilling out with the Fleet Foxes, we roamed over to the B-stage for KiWi-via-Cali summer melody makers The Ruby Suns. With El Guncho's set nixed, I knew we had to catch The Ruby Suns, who play a similar sort of island oriented, sample based dance pop. While their sound was a bit muddy, the group (a mere two-some) served up Sea Lion gems like "Tane Mahuta", the second part of "Morning Sun" and "Oh, Mojave." I think we might've gotten "Kenya Dig It?", but my memory is a bit shot. Not gonna lie, Sea Lion seems to get better and better as the summer gets hotter.
(This Great Photo was taken by Kristiecat)
We caught a little bit of Titus Andronicus and Jay Reatard, but Caribou really opened up Saturday's festivities for us. And what a way to open it. Dan Snaith and comrades absolutely tore threw a euphoric set of Caribou/Manitoba staples, including Andorra favorites "Melody Day" and "She's The One." While technical difficulties plagued their sound check and rain loomed over head, all was made good by "Crayons", which transported the audience to some place far, far away where drums feed the rhythm of the human heart. {Ed Note: This show kicked off a weekend full of drums, drums and more drums.}

Today is a great, albeit challenging, day for New Yorkers. Why? Because there are sooo many good shows tonight it's impossible to see everything you'd like to check out. (Un)Fortunately, I've side stepped this problem by leaving town for the weekend, go figure. But seriously, there really is something for everyone tonight. Just check out this list:
This popped in our inbox yesterday and I'm sort of taken by its message of optimism. There isn't much here in terms of traditional pop structure (you know, verse-chorus-verse), but Get Well Soon (25 year-old Berlin based songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, producer and Philosophy student, Konstantin Gropper) sure knows how to build a track from mellow bell orchestrations into a beautiful and grandiose mantra, "Rest Now, Weary Head, You Will Get Well Soon!" Get Well Soon keeps it short, simple and sweet. Keep an eye out for Get Well Soon's LP Rest Now, Weary Head! You Will Get Well Soon!, which has yet to be released in the States.
"When the going gets tough, the tough get weird" Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
Photo by Kyle Dean Reinford
Already the biggest rock news of the year, NJ pseudo-cult-rockers RANA have gotten back together after unofficially breaking up nearly two years ago. The news broke late this afternoon with the announcement that RANA would play middle bill this Friday night at Revolution Hall in Troy, NY with mates Sam Champion and The Duo. A future NYC show was also part of the announcement."Four friends from New Jersey. Been all over the country together. Rana loves music, loves to play. What the hell."In honor of RANA's Return, I share some killer tracks that cover some of the many faces of RANA, and one song that does it all: "I Waste It."
The brainchild of Curt Boettcher and Gary Usher, The Millenium were a California super studio group affiliated with the Association and Sagittarius. The band only recorded one record, Begin, and were immediately dropped by Columbia Records. Ironically, Begin had been the most expensive album Columbia ever produced at the time. Too pop for the psych kids and too psych for the pop kids, The Millenium had trouble finding an attentive, commercially viable audience. In retrospect, its this juxtaposition of accessible pop and far out psych that makes them so wonderful.
An appropriate jam considering The Feelies just reunited, played Hoboken and New York and we didn't go. "I missed the Feelies Show/ I missed the Feelies Show/ I don't know how I missed the Feelies show." Sort of how I feel right now. Oh, well.
Aimless walks through the neighborhood are sort of my specialty. I never know where I'm going or why, or what I'm doing, but regardless, I go and I explore and I get lost. Two days ago I did just that and wound up half conscious in McCarren park, laying under an old oak tree while one woman experimented with doing sit ups on a high wire and another young lady roamed around on stilts. The eleven minute "Alligator" from Anthem of the Sun couldn't have been a more perfect soundtrack.
Treat yourself to a J and a meandering walk through a radiant forest...or a nap under a tree in your neighborhood park. Wherever you're going, (((Eagle Winged Palace)))'s "Hands of Doom" should accompany you. It will follow you like an ancient shadow, a haunting dream and a lover from the great beyond. "Embrace the powers that be."