Showing posts with label odds n sods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label odds n sods. Show all posts

08 April 2009

Taking a breather

Dear friends,

I just want to let you all know that The Regular Express won't be updated regularly (or expressly) for a few weeks. The main reasons are school assignments and moving houses, both of which are very good and productive activities. Since this blog is neither of those things, it has been bumped down on my list of priorities while I straighten out all the chaos.

Don't fear, I have many good and bad things to share. For now, enjoy this old clip of Australian-turned California post-punker-turned world's funniest comedian, Neeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiill Ham-burg-er!

06 March 2009

Trivia

The Clearance Creamsoda Redial Trivia Team came in 5th last night. We'll get there one day.

03 March 2009

Kalimba


A few years back I took a class about the history of music. It was basically a class about chant, classical, and opera, none of which I'm all that into. But it was still one of the best classes I ever took in college, mostly because the teacher was really amusing. She's won dozens of awards for composition and holds a PhD in composition from the University of Chicago. She constantly traveled to attend and perform at music conventions around the world. I had kind of a big crush on her, even though she was in her mid-60's and married. She was Canadian, and after she had lived in the US for a certain period of time, she was eligible for citizenship, to which she said, "No way. I'm Canadian, honey." I like that sort of steadfastness.

On the last day of class, all the students in the class went to her apartment so we could play her instruments and she could give us an oboe demonstration. Also she fed us some finger foods and beer. Anyway, her apartment was this amazing musical playground. She had two pianos, a harpsichord, lots of wind instruments, a whole wall full of sheet music, and lots of little tchotchkes from Asia and Africa. One instrument that I totally fell in love with was something called a kalimba (also known as mbira or thumb piano). I played it for most of the night, coming up with little melodies and stuff. It's really easy to play and sounds something like a cross between tubular bells and a xylophone.

So anyway, my teacher told me that she got hers in Africa and I just assumed that Africa was the only place you could buy one. Wrong! I saw these really cheaply made ones in a store around Christmastime and it reignited that kalimba spark in me. Coincidentally, for Christmas one of my relatives got me an Amazon gift card. I bought some headphones and had a bit of money left over, so I started browsing around online. I ended up finding kalimbas on there and picked one up (along with Hungary's crowning achievement, a Rubik's cube).

So I got my kalimba today, and it's pretty spectacular. It was only $30 but it seems like it's put together really well. It's in tune, which is a plus, and the board is solid but fairly lightweight. It's extremely easy to play and it's a really good tool for coming up with melodies. Thumbs up, thumb piano!

28 February 2009

This is fucked up.

In a relationship, you must always be planning ahead...


Magnetic Fields - The One You Really Love

24 February 2009

Mardi Gras



Today, on this very Fat Tuesday, I'd like to pay tribute to a holiday that is better than Christmas, Halloween, and 4th of July all skewered together and deep-fried in delicious. That's right, it's Mardi Gras! No work or school for a week! Hot funk (not to be confused with white-hot funk)! Cab drivers smoking doobs! Plastic beads! Breasts! Booze! Parades!

I remember one year (2003?) when Aaron Carter was the king of one of the parades (Bacchus?), and my old roommate and I were trying to hit him in the face with beads. Serves him right, the little twerp.

This year Bacchus actually got a first rate celebrity, Jim Morrison/Batman/Iceman himself, Val Kilmer.


Two things that best epitomize that New Orleans spirit are The Meters and some Mardi Gras Mambo.

The Meters - Hey Pocky A-Way

The Hawketts - Mardi Gras Mambo

20 February 2009

You're what the french call, "Les incompetents."

I've achieved a small victory today in (sort of) figuring out how to let readers listen to songs without having to download them. Certainly this is not impressive to anybody but me, but like I say, "Don't hate, congratulate."

Much of the music I've posted thus far is being hosted on rapidshare, which doesn't allow you to listen to songs first, so I'll have to find a better hosting site. I'll work out these kinks in no time, and then we'll be on the streaming superhighway.

I'd really like to figure out how to host the files myself or have them embedded, but this will have to do for now.

27 January 2009

Triple J

Triple J, the "great" Australian independent (government-owned) radio station that gave us that live Hot Snakes album a few years ago, hosted their annual "Hot 100" Countdown yesterday. Of the top five spots, two were Kings of Leon songs, two were MGMT songs, and one was some Australian band that was blatantly ripping off MGMT.

If the kids that listen to that station like that music and decide to vote for it, I have no problem. But why is it that most of media's top critics didn't bother mentioning Kings of Leon at all in their year-end reviews and lists, while MGMT was buried behind TV On the Radio, Bon Iver, Fleet Foxes, Deerhunter, Beach House, and Hercules & Love Affair? Again, I'm not commenting on the music itself, by why would only two bands corner the top 5 songs of the year?

Because Triple J operates much the same way that commercial radio does. They plug a very select few bands to no end, and ignore a lot of other music going on. In a world where there is practically unlimited resources for finding new music, crossing over genre lines, geographical boundaries, and major label/promotions influence, shouldn't the list be a little more varied? Maybe it has something to do with distribution, then. A lot of albums don't get a major label distribution deal here in Australia, so radio stations don't bother playing them. Of the aforementioned bands, only two had major label distribution: MGMT and Kings of Leon. In a post-major-label-industry, where supposedly listeners are dictating more and more of what's popular, Triple J, like nearly every radio station out there, is still operating with major label values in place. What makes this hurt a little more is that Triple J is supposed to be independent.

To their credit, they do make a concerted effort to play a lot of local music (and it doesn't hurt that the government forces them to). But in supporting local artists, there are plenty of very talented bands that, because of their geographical location, don't get a fair turn. A similar comparison would be that of affirmative action, except that the candidates aren't equal. Not by a long shot. In a lot of industries, I agree with regulation. In the music industry, I don't. Let the most talented artists get their due props, and the up-and-comers and down-and-outs will fall into place behind them.

Radio has never been a platform for promoting the "best" bands. Payola and cronyism have always played pivotal roles in radio. But we've been living in a hyper-aware world. Most people know of at least some corruption involved in the music industry, and can immediately circumvent such corruption by using the information superhighway. Most major labels are facing a financial crunch that's unrivaled by previous musical eras. They're turning to just about every sellable form of media to salvage their companies (ringtones, pre-loaded mp3 players, greeting cards, singing fish). So if there was ever a time for radio to change its tune, this would be it. Yet Triple J is still prescribing the music that people want to hear. And the kids are still eating it up.

THE LIST

-Cole

12 January 2009

Kranky



Mr. Flattop himself, Joel Leoschke, has just had some words with Pitchfork about Kranky Records.

Funny that he almost called the label Curmudgeon, because seriously, if I ever knew a churlish little codger of a man, Joel is it.

-Cole

07 January 2009

Political Piggy



I've been reading "Helter Skelter," the all-telling account of Charles Manson and his Family. I've realized that there is a modern-day Charles Manson roaming around. Just like Manson, he gives vague and non-committal answers in interviews, sings cryptic folk songs, acts like a hippie, and leeches off people more famous than him to gain credibility.

Who is this mystery man?












It's Devendra Banhart!

The Beatles - Helter Skelter.mp3

-Cole