Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Percussion Show


Ba-doom!

I can't tell you how listening to 'When the Levee Breaks' 100 times when I was kid changed the way I think about art and music.

The reason I can't tell you is because it transcends speech. Music fills us up in a way that words just can't; it's a massage more than a movie. It's a punch in the face. Well, Zeppelin was a punch in the face. I suppose James Taylor or Bob Dylan were friendly nudges.

I wanted to play drums because I firmly believe that if we indeed have past lives, I was a railroad worker/slave. I'm quite sure my life was spent in the heat and the only enjoyment I got out of my back-breaking bloody-callused day was the rhythms in my head. Its the collective groove; the beat, that I feel alll the time. I could be at work or in line at Safeway buying broccoli and Gatorade. Its the subtle undertone of my humdrum existence on Earth.

That's why I play the drums. I suck at it because I lack discipline, but I still play.

So this show is about music and bands and drummers and drums. I am also a lifelong fanboy. I still like watching guys play. Even the kid (and there always is one) down at the Portland Saturday Market with his homemade kit of paint buckets, bottles and trash can lids invariably receives a couple bucks from me every time. No matter how good he is. (And he's always better than me.)

Enjoy.
-jim

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Two Guys And 9,000 Explosions Show, Part 2

Now I have a machine gun. Ho. Ho. Ho.

Part 2.

I'll have to do a show sometime with the greatest villains ever. Hans Gruber will most likely top it for me.

I have absolutely nothing to say right now. Its all been thrown into podcasts, most likely. I hope you enjoy your day. Sincerely.

-jim

Monday, February 7, 2011

The Two Guys And 9,000 Explosions Show - Part 1


Blam!

That is a photo of Matt and I roughly 20 years ago. I'd like to say a lot has changed since then...but...

Ok, so what I've been doing lately to stave off the inevitable madness is try to put a little more into the show. I'm thinking that if you have the genetic defect in your brain that likes to entertain others, you better tend to it. If not, you're Tyler Durden punching yourself in the face to get out your humdrum existence.

But, alas. My fatal flaw. Do not tell anyone what your plans are. Big mistake. People like to think it makes you more accountable, but in the end you are left with little room to edit your plans. We do not live in a pass or fail world. There is nuance. If I need more time or money or material or advice...take it.

I have certainly been rambling about nothing. Stay tuned!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Sentimental White Stripes Post That A Million People Are Writing At This Moment

I had nearly given up on music until The White Stripes came along.


Back in '02, I had had long given up hope that there would ever be another Kurt Cobain a Hendrix, a Beatles or even a Sex Pistols ever again. MTV was poisoned by reality poop and the radio was nothing but Britney and boy bands and the hip hop du jour. I felt pretty damn old. Then, Dylan , who is usually ten years behind with his musical tastes, (Literally, he was just getting into Nirvana at the time) saw the Lego-inspired video for 'Fell In Love With A Girl'. He loved the video and the song running behind it. That's pretty much it.


I had a little money to spend one day at a Borders. After perusing the paperback fiction I saw White Blood Cells on sale and without ever hearing a single song I bought it. Before I got home I had finished 4 or 5 tracks in the car and I loved it. Even with that high praise, that album, their third, would end up being my least favorite of theirs.


I had my top three favorite band in a lock for years. Beastie Boys, Beatles, Pearl Jam. Everything else at the time was 4th place or less. It was unshakable. Especially the top 2, which had not changed since I was 17.


Within a few years, The White Stripes bumped the Beatles! I'm not kidding. And I think with one more killer album they would have nailed the top spot.


But it won't happen. Jack called it quits. Although he is the band and Meg was an assistant to the sound, it was this specific collaboration that had the most spice and the most depth of almost anything I have ever heard.


That's right. This band was closer to the perfect sound for me. Raw, in the moment, blues-driven and playful. That is my favorite flavor of music. Jack White would record an album in week or two at most. The Beatles did the same. So did Led Zeppelin. The idea was to capture the initial raw energy of a song and not burden it with eighteen months of remixing and production. I saw them twice live (I saw two other White bands as well) and the feeling was just awe. A master rock guitarist, flipping a guitar behind his back to play the organ or the big xylophone thing in 'The Nurse', belting out blues tunes and punk...it was all I wanted in a show or a showman.


He'll be around in other projects and band to be sure. I'll see him again live. But some little piece will always be missing. Its hard to describe it, but the color scheme will always be black, red, and white.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The Szekely's and Losers Show


Show No. 75.

Yes, to the right is a real-life superhero-ish guy named Phoenix Jones. Not the same pizazz as Kick-Ass; but what he lacks in friends like Hit-Girl he makes up for in not being at all fictional.

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I want so very much to market myself in this world, why do those instincts and/or learned skills escape me? Its not just my little show. I'd like to just be a little more out there in this world, or in this town at least. I propose a new institution where people with talent or ideas or a very attractive spark are teamed up with business-savvy people whose skills are in the art of getting stuff done. Oh, the money that could be negotiated.

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I've been listening to a a lot of music I liked when I was 11. What does that mean? Besides a lot of Hall and Oates, of course.

Enjoy.

-jim