Video: Yeah Yeah Yeahs – “Heads Will Roll”

I have a serious girl crush on Karen O. and am in love with the costume designer, Christian Joy, that dresses her. So much so that I fashioned my own Karen O. knock off for Halloween this year (even though most people had no idea who the hell I was).  I hate to repeat anything, but after seeing her latest creation in this video, I’m tempted for round two.

Yoga + Music = Wanderlust Festival

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How great is this!  Yoga all day and music all night? In beautiful Squaw Valley to boot? Sign me up. Tickets are $124 for music only and yoga and music access passes start at $169.  More bands are expected to be announced but on board so far are Spoon, Andrew Bird, Jenny Lewis, Girl Talk, Broken Social Scene and more!

Visit the Wanderlust website for more information.

‘Heartbroken, In Disrepair’ by Dan Auerbach

The Church of Dan is in session and it’s time to receive your weekly communion. Let’s all turn to page 129 in our hymnals and sing along. “Searching for light, gasping for air/Heartbroken, in disrepair.” Amen, brother.

Concert Pick ‘O The Week: King Khan and The Shrines

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The King at Amnesia Last Night in SF

King Khan and The Shrines threw a little party last night at Amnesia in San Francisco, curating an evening of 60s cover songs with the help of lots of Bay Area music talent like Ty Segall and Thee Oh Sees.  At the end of the evening he give us a little taste of what’s in store for tonight’s performance at Great American Music Hall.  Here’s a glimpse of what’s to come.  Be there!

Discovery = Vampire Weekend + Ra Ra Riot

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“Orange Shirt”:

It’s an indie pop orgasm! The latest buzz on the street is the new band Discovery featuring Wes Miles of Ra Ra Riot and Rostam Batmanglij of Vampire Weekend. The duo are collaborating to produce a new album expected July 7.

I Don’t Like Oakland’s Fox Theater

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Animal Collective at The Fox Theater in Oakland

I do believe I just saw my last show at Oakland’s new Fox Theater last night at the Animal Collective show.  It was my second visit to the beautifully refurbished venue and, god dang it, I just don’t like the place as a music venue. It’s way too big, the sound is awful and I feel completely disconnected from the artists.  Mostly because I can’t see anything, and I’m really tall!

The space is one of the most stunning venues I’ve ever seen, don’t get me wrong.  I don’t want to belittle the monumental renovation project that took place to bring this classy lady back to life.  It’s truly beautiful and likely one of the most well thought out venues in terms of comfort and amenities – easy bar access on all levels, ample restrooms and in floor A/C vents that pump out a refreshing rose water infused elixir that has to be one of the most ingenious inventions EVER!

My first time at The Fox was for The Black Keys a month ago where I had a terribly unfulfilling experience.  I was tempted to rant then but decided to give it one more shot just to make sure.  And last night’s Animal Collective show left me once again unsatisfied.   The biggest complaint on the venue is the sound – it’s awful, echoey and muffled it sounds like your listening to the music through the ears of an 80 year old.  And then there’s the size of the venue.  On both visits, I moved around looking for that sweet spot – trying various locations on the floor and even the VIP area – but never found contentment.  I just wanted to get closer, pull the artist too me and get lost in their performance. That never happened. Instead I found myself getting lost in the scenery, staring into the glowing eyes of Buddha, as opposed to the musicians on stage.

While there’s definitely a need for a venue like The Fox, and it will do well and prosper, you can count me out.  Call me a music snob who’s been spoiled by too many intimate shows, but I’ll gladly sacrifice the posh interior and rose water scented air of The Fox for the graffitied bathrooms, beer soaked floors and the l’eau de fart aroma of Bottom of the Hill any day.

Jay Bennett Dies at 45

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I was so sad to read today that Jay Bennett, the former and controversial member of Wilco, died in his sleep this Sunday. While he may be best known for his tumultuous and strained relationship with Jeff Tweedy of Wilco, he was nonetheless a talented artist and feel fortunate to have seen him perform with Wilco and as a solo artist. R.I.P., Jay Bennett.  

For the full story, see the Chicago Sun Times article.

Album of the Week: Cymbals Eat Guitars

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Artist: Cymbals Eat Guitars
Album: Why There Are Mountains
File Under: Indie Rock
Recommended if You Like: Pavement, Built to Spill meets The Polyphonic Spree
Featured Tracks:

“And the Hazy Sea”

One of the drawbacks of travel when you’re a music snob is losing control of your musical destiny.  Such was the case the other day as we were sailing around the Aegean Sea being force fed hefty doses of Cheap Trick. (By the way, if that’s the worst form of suffering I have to endure on this trip, I’ll take it.) After the third listen, I couldn’t help help but kindly suggest that maybe the captain might like this new band called Cymbals Eat Guitars?  The band name is certainly kick ass enough for his classic rock sensibilities anyway.  And their sound kind of has that Cheap Trick meets Polyphonic Spree meets Built to Spill vibe.

I don’t know if he’ll follow up on that suggestion but he should.  Cymbals Eat Guitars’ debut release Why There Are Mountains is likely one of the best ‘Indie’ releases this year.  And I say Indie in the true sense of the word because the album was actually independently released.  I’ve been listening to it repeatedly on this trip and it’s really grown on me.  A real grower, not a shower as they say.  This is indie rock at it’s finest, folks. Their songs are ambitious and epic (most tracks clocking in at more than 5 minutes each), with waves of smashing guitars and distortion that ebb and flow as effortlessly as the Agean Sea we’re sailing on.  Brilliant.

Postcards from the Edge

No island in Greece has wowed me more than Falengandros. A tiny, remote and foreboding outpost, Falengadros was once known as the Alcatraz of the Agean. A place where exiles were sent to eek out an existance.  Now no more than 600 people call the island home and landing here was a welcome respite to the tourist atrocities of Santorini. Sheer cliffs, white washed walls and a stark yet colorful landscape make it a photographers paradise. The subtle shades of red, orange, yellow and green shrubs that dot the hillside looks like a giant bowl of Trix to me.  And the sunsets…amazing!

All throughout our stay here I’ve had this song from Here We Go Magic stuck in my head.  The song is ‘Fangela‘, but it sounds so perfect when I sing it ‘Falengandros’.

Here We Go Magic, “Fangela