November 23, 2005
Why SambaDá is better than Ozomatli: Groupie Reports
How is it that I know people going to more than one (or even all three!) of the upcoming Ozomatli shows at the Fillmore, and I couldn't get a single person to rally for SambaDá at the Elbo Room last night? (Danny doesn't count; he's a professional.)
They're a super tight band, so much fun, and it's not just because I used to (OK maybe still do) have a big crush on Will:
--They manage to do the audience participation thing without making you feel like you're in second grade (sorry Ozomatli guys, I don't really want to dance in slow motion or crouch down on the floor)
--They're local (if you count Santa Cruz as local), and Will's from Bolinas originally
--You can see four Elbo Room shows for the price of one Ozo@Fillmore ticket
--Ah, the scenery. Will, Marcel, the chick with an AMAZING voice and cool dance moves...
--Anne Elizabeth has the same name as me, plus she plays a rocking sax. And flute. Love to see women on stage!
--Dance-o-Rama! They packed the place, and everyone was dancing. Except for me toward the end, as I had to stop due to back pain from injuries sustained last night at the Pink Sabbath show, speaking of women on stage. An all-girl cover of "Wanted Dead or Alive" with flute (or was Diana playing accordion on that song?) & fiddle?! What's not to love?
So. Is it the "Tuesday is a school night" thing? If so, you're in luck: SambaDá is going to be back at the Elbo Room on Saturday the 10th of December, along with DJ Jeremiah, fellow Mucho Axè fan who danced my socks off at the Ramp a couple months ago let me tell ya!
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After weirding out all the bartenders at Frankie's Bohemian by ordering a half pint of Guinness and spooning in Ben & Jerry's vanilla from the market down the street (as recommended to me by Chef Ed, not convinced it's a good idea), I headed to the Independent with a handfull of Robber Barons past and present for the Old 97's show. Verdict: local opening band Firecracker is pretty decent, Rhett Miller is still amazing, and cement floors are not a good idea for a dancefloor.
Thanksgiving musical adventures: dragging mom & dad to the Sweetwater tonight for the Vinyl show, and Danny's mom to Jupiter for the Du Uy Quintet gig Friday.
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August 14, 2005
Raeo Strikes Again
Just to show certain NY dwellers that I don't always over-communicate, I'll keep this post brief: dj raeo has posted a new mix here.
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August 12, 2005
Reggae on the River Report
My insane brother is driving me crazy playing Iron Maiden on his new electric guitar to a video of one of their concerts in Rio--as if the Ozzfest last night weren't enough for him?!--and so I am compelled to blog about another genre of music that I don't quite understand: Reggae.
Going to Reggae on the River had very little to do with an affinity for anyone on the bill (other than Ozomatli), and much more to do with my increasing groupie tendencies, and a general policy of accepting invitations when present themselves. That, and I hardly need an excuse to get into the car for an adventure!
When Mahea and I showed up Saturday morning, our will-call wristbands were nowhere to be found. We had to track down Andrew, my Organic Valley connection... I told Mahea that he was a pretty straight-laced guy, and would probably be wearing an Organic Valley polo shirt or something. Of course he shows up in a sarong (or as Timmy would say, a "So Wrong")... He couldn't sort out the mixup either, and so Paul had to be summoned. Paul is apparently in charge of the whole festival. When the big sponsors talk, Paul makes things happen.
"I'm sorry there's a problem Andrew, let me take care of it."
"No, I don't want maroon wristbands. I want the ones that will get them backstage."
And thank goodness for that privilege, or we might have died in the 115 degree direct sun. In the backstage shade it may have only been 109, and instead of frying we were drinking endless hibiscus tea and too much yerba mate lemonade.
There was a picture of Danny on the wall of photos of previous festival artists, which made me happy, though it didn't quite make up for the fact that he booked the Du Uy Quintet a gig that night in Healdsburg and so couldn't join the festivities.
I never was able to track down Vinyl's Lex or Billy, who were supposed to be working the stage, though I was surprised to run into Will, the man known as Suede, and some Mill Valley riff raff.
After 11 hours on Saturday we'd had enough. Sunday was spent pursuing fog, glorious fog on the coast, and enjoying a swimming hole on an entirely hippie-free river. ROTR was a fun cultural experience to have, once. Three cheers for road trips with Mahea, though! I think my stomach is still sore from laughing so hard for two days straight.
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August 01, 2005
Festivals Shmestivals
Another reason I love Organic Valley: they ask if I want to table at Reggae on the River, and then decide that they don't actually need me to help, but would I like a couple free tickets anyway? And so I will make a rare non-groupie foray into the world of music, accompanied by Mahea, who has been trying to get me to go for years.
(OK it won't be entirely non-groupie, as a couple of the guys from Vinyl will be working the stage, and so I just may be able to report that the snacks backstage are better/worse than the fare at the North Beach Jazz Fest yesterday.)
Maybe it's because I'm generally cranky at the moment, or maybe it's because I've definitely gotten more boring, but I can't get all that excited about a music festivals. In high school, three days straight of Dead shows at Shoreline and then two or three more at Cal Expo (oh and why don't we throw in a couple days in Eugene for good measure?) didn't phase me at all; now all I can think of is sunburn, trying to avoid getting beer spilled on me by drugged-out, overly-excited, smelly, or all-of-the-above people... and not enough sleep.
I'm thinking of Reggae on the River as a fun excuse to have a Girls' Weekend, Go North, and hang out with some real live people who work for the food companies I seem to spend a lot of time on the phone with. I will bring sunscreen, I will go to bed early, I will bring a gourmet picnic and look forward to dancing and expanding my musical horizons. I will have fun. Really.
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I've never been to Burning Man, and I'm hoping to be on a farm in Vermont while the festival that scares me the most is underway this year. I did, however, spend a few hours last night with the houseful of designers and engineers who are frantically trying to get Colossus ready in time (see this article from last week's SF Chron). Another guest at the house reported helping a film crew drop more than 40,000 superballs down various steep San Francisco streets last week for a Sony commercial. I can't remember who told me they had once collected a bucketful of golf balls from the Presidio Golf Course and then rolled them down Arguello, but I'm sad that I didn't get to observe either event.
I also met a gal who has been protesting the lack of recycling and/or reusing Burning Man building materials. (Isn't burning everything at the end part of what makes Burning Man so cathartic?) With regard to reducing waste at the design stage, the house of engineers claims that the plastic book on sustainable design I gave them has started to influence their thinking. Go Team!
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June 27, 2005
Setting the Record Straight
The Curmudgeon once said, “I love to be wrong.” Me too, and yesterday I was delighted to learn that the phrase is actually “self-deprecating humor,” not “self-depreciating humor.” While aforementioned humor may actually decrease one’s value, that’s not what I’ve been meaning to say all these years...
Lewis and I were BOTH right about Vinyl’s percussionist: Noah does half the gigs, and Will-from-Bolinas (now hailing from Santa Cruz) covers the rest. When Will and I were introduced to each other at Rancho Nicasio Saturday it was clear that we’d met before, but it took me another ten minutes to realize he also plays with SambaDá (see right). Now if folks would just stick to one thing, it would be a lot easier for me to keep it all straight...
On the topic of musicians who spread their love around, Vinyl trumpet player Danny has a gig with his other group, the Du Uy Quintet, on Tuesday night at the Bubble Lounge. Let’s go!
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June 11, 2005
Polar Thinking
Good:
--Eating Small Shed fare backstage at the Sweetwater
--Any opportunity to make faces or holler at my friends while they’re performing
-- Lounging in Adirondack chairs while listening to various legends play live music at Pete & Jeannette’s 30th Wedding Anniversary / Dylan’s Birthday / Natalie’s Going Away Party in Marshall
Bad:
--Parties in brightly-illuminated stores
--Vodka and Red Bull mixed with Elizabeth
--Wilco concerts that are nowhere near long enough
I was so unimpressed by the Puma Party, and had so much fun grooving out to Vinyl last night, I think I have solidified my position on the hippy side of the spectrum, to which I need to add "Breakdancing" on the left side, and the Wet Noodle on the right.
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June 09, 2005
Puma Party Tonight!
Somehow, I know people who do such things as host a Puma store's 4th anniversary party, amongst other intimidating-looking events. (Hip-by-association? I think not.) Please come and/or reassure me it's OK to be under-dressed.
P.S. I don't know what Cinnamon Underpants are, but I think I want some.
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June 06, 2005
Gradumacation
Saturday I graduated, along with the rest of the crazy folks who signed on to be the very first to receive an MBA in Sustainable Management from Presidio World College.
In the middle of the ceremony, a golf ball came sailing in from the neighboring green, bouncing off the podium before rolling into the faculty seating area. Mikey said he paid the guy $400 and he still missed the speaker's head by 6 inches...
Several of us celebrated last week with a camping trip to Big Basin:
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Tonight: Liam's band The Dying Californian is playing at the Make Out Room around 9ish. Tunes here.
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May 16, 2005
Scavenger Hunt
Once upon a time, Weezer and Soul Coughing got together to record a song called American Girls. I believe it was written for one of the girls in my high school class, who is--perhaps inappropriately--named Mercy.
I wish I could upload the song, as it makes me very happy, and I would like to share. In the meantime, there are twelve points available to anyone who can figure out where I downloaded it from in the first place...
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May 08, 2005
Fifteen, Four, Three, Two...
Whirlwind, whirlwind! Amazing how much stuff goes down when there things due. Only four papers, three days of actually going to school, two presentations (and a partridge in a pear tree) left; good thing it’s raining now so I can finally hunker down this weekend. I do feel bad for the Wildlife crew though, as they had to call off their party in the park due to the weather...
A few brief reviews/lessons learned over the last few days:
Ebisu Sushi: their specials are a bit too over-the-top for my liking. I prefer No Name, especially the standard rolls in miniature.
Potlucks: it’s never a bad idea to bring something you know you’ll eat... just kidding, I love potlucks. More potlucks!
Beauty Bar: not so much in the music category. Lots of, um, interesting people to watch/keep off your toes. Super-weak drinks always get thumbs up from me, but I realize that’s rare.
Backyard BBQ’s: down jackets are good protection from iffy San Francisco weather. BYO bottle opener to avoid frustration and make friends at the cooler (Evan’s trick).
Presidio “Rager” = oxymoron. To qualify that, we decided that real ragers usually involve some combination of sticky floors, a general feeling of not having enough oxygen or personal space, and things getting broken and/or stolen. On the positive side, comfy couches, fancy cakes, and actually being able to hear the person you’re talking to garner points in my book.
Madrone Lounge: fancy girls (though the ones in the cat outfits were gone by the time we made it in) and good music last night; somehow the 80’s tunes were mixed in much more smoothly than at Beauty Bar. Maybe everything’s cooler when you’re holding a 24 of Budweiser? Ha, as if I could make it to the bottom of a tall can… The photographic rendition of Olympia currently hanging on the wall is somewhat disturbing.
The Pork Store Cafe (Haight): no review yet as cranky people with low blood sugar are allergic to long lines.
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May 02, 2005
Excuse Me, Has Harold Budd Lived Here?
In the April issue, Wired Magazine reviewed Avalon Sutra, Harold Budd’s latest (and apparently final) recording. Accompanying the review was this photograph:
...and I’ve convinced myself that the ambient pianist is sitting in front of this awesome house:
...which I must have driven past and admired from a distace at least a hundred times en route from the Gordon Ranch (where I spent two winters living in squalor amongst masses of ornery climbers) to Joshua Tree National Park.
Google won't produce any evidence that Mr. Budd lived in that particular house, though this interview confirms that a colleague of his lived in Joshua Tree at some point; I’m willing to take that as proof enough, and let "glare" explain why the blue part of the house to appears washed out in the top photo. The angled doorway kind of gives it away, don’t you think? Fine then, it's settled.
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April 30, 2005
Suggestion for a New Movement
Listening to Sigur Rós reminds me how frustrating it was deciding to stay home rather than risking a late, late night at the Album Leaf show last week. I can manage one opening act, but I think two drags things on a bit too long; don’t concert producers and musicians appreciate mornings?
I’d like to start a movement wherein all evening events would start no later than 8pm. That way, everyone can go to bed at a decent hour. Who’s with me?
(Thanks to Mariana for that last link. The kittens were ours for a week last August while their keepers were in Hawaii.)
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April 29, 2005
Massages, Music... and Mono?
Aaaaaaaaahhhh, Kabuki Springs... International Orange might have better masseuses, but Kabuki’s got them beat hands down in the sit-around-for-hours department. How can you top alternating between a huge sauna, a steam room stocked with rubbing salts and cucumber slices for your eyes, and a chaise longue situated in a big open room as lovely ladies wander about? Aside from wondering how those who wax deal when it starts growing back, a session at Kabuki has never failed to clear my head. I’m a committed fan.
I only strayed to IO a few weeks ago because I wasn’t in the mood to risk a bad massage (Kabuki's get bad reviews), and Mary did not disappoint. Nor did the music; I was intrigued enough to inquire on my way out about the ambient something-or-other (house? trance? techno? What would Ishkur call it?) mix that was playing. Turns out that IO masseur Rob, in addition to charming at least one of the gals at Daily Candy with his hands, is an accomplished musician. He tells me his production company has plans to release something massage-friendly this summer… and he made me copies of the spa mixes to tide me over in the meantime. Not quite as nice as it would have been if Mary had offered to repeat her service, but you can’t win ‘em all!
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No verdict yet from the doctor, who ordered enough blood work this afternoon that I had to sit on the floor with my head between my knees, reeling, by the time they had collected enough to fill all the test vials. He says there’s a chance I have mono? Do people still get that?! I’ve put a vote in for plain old allergies; otherwise I've got a bone to pick with someone.
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April 24, 2005
And The Winner Is...
Raeo wins the Damn You For Showing Me Interesting Things That Distract Me For Hours While I’m Trying To Get Though My Last Month Of Grad School Award for pointing me toward Ishkur’s Guide to Electronic Music. I think this resource has actually confused me more than anything else, so I’m interpreting Raeo’s observation that “it’s not entirely accurate” to mean that I don’t really have to understand how the 180 genres (?!!!) relate to each other. The samples and highly-opinionated, I-don't-care-what-you-think comments (here’s a light version if you don’t want to check out the whole guide) are definitely fun! Too much fun, argh. And I had just convinced myself I was catching up again after finally losing the Death Cough and getting back to work.
Warning: If you click out and back in, you’ll have to sit through the Flash intro again. Bad Flash, Bad!
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April 22, 2005
Mind Zap, Matchmaking, and Mash-ups
I'm going to the Mind Zap Fest tomorrow with a recently-rediscovered high school classmate, who happens to be both my neighbor and a corporate-criminal-slapping attorney (Go Team!). No clue what to expect from a party whose offerings include mind tokens (?), corn dogs, headbands, and a "gateway to the inner planes of existence," but I'm looking forward to the opportunity to bond with The King Of Bonding (his favorite verb), his roommate Hipster Nate (I'm not worthy), and anyone else he's tricked into coming...
Meanwhile, one of my favorite people just called to thank me for introducing her to one of my favorite MBA classmates; apparently they've really hit it off. I realize I'm supposed to be excited, and of course I am-- it's just that I'm a little wary of my matchmaking skills. When my high school sweetheart hooked up with my best friend from college a couple years ago, things got a little messy when it didn't work out (I remember being at a loss to explain to one why I ever gave the other a glowing review). So please just try to keep it going until after graduation, or at least relinquish me from all responsibility for what happens, OK?
For some truly successful match, er, mash-ups of the musical variety, check out DJ BC. I'm especially happy about the Beastles given fond memories of Beatles on the old Fisher Price record player.
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April 18, 2005
Turning Over a New Leaf
I’ve embarked upon a mission to find a song that has been haunting me since I heard it (once, and while barely awake) more than three months ago. Because the song in question was one of several casualties in a file-transfering accident, I wasn’t able to listen again, and I never managed to determine its origin. Fie.
Today the hunt turned up The Album Leaf, and I think it must have been one of his beauties. Being this close is perhaps more frustrating than just thinking I’d never find it… Meanwhile, I’m totally entranced by his Seal Beach EP, just released in this country with five additional live tracks.
I may attempt to drag my sorry self to the Independent to see him play tomorrow night, as I think there are far worse things to do while sick than lose oneself in lovely sounds; that’s what I’m telling myself, at least. Plan B: stay home and watch this video over and over again. The little creatures remind me of the adorable Kodama in Princess Mononoke, and of course anything that features a little rattie, even if only a brief cameo right at the end, wins my heart!
UPDATE 4/19/2005: Eureka, thanks to the Curmudgeon! One more clue and I was able to find the song. Turns out it is not a product of The Album Leaf after all; Greg Davis is responsible.
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April 17, 2005
iPod, üPod
A few months ago, Crossroads Trading Co. refused to take any of the clothes I happily outgrew this year, confirming at least one friend’s conviction that I have no sense of style. If I can’t convince the iPod headphones to stay in, can it then be assumed that my ears are also out of fashion? I trust that Apple did a lot of research before settling on the specific design of their now ubiquitous--if not the best sounding--earbuds, so I’m willing to consider that my ears just aren’t up to spec.
In high school, which has been on the mind a lot lately because my 10-year reunion is in a month, my style was much worse. Still, Feltron conceded to being my dearest friend in those days; this was before he had a robot nickname, and as far as I know, he wasn’t into dinosaurs yet... This recent headphone issue triggered a flashback of the back-in-high-school day he presented me with a pair of non-bud headphones, after I’d been complaining about the pair that came with my walkman. I just went digging, and miraculously, I still have them.
Since it’s already been determined that I have no style, I’m sure nobody will complain that because they’re black, they don’t match… indeed, the less-conspicuous headphones may even help alleviate my iPod shame. Thanks again, Nick!
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April 16, 2005
Musical Exhibitionism
Since being grounded by the Evil Death Cough, I’ve spent far too much time online. In addition to blogging obsessively, I find myself succumbing to various forms internet stalking, which means that I’ve discovered all sorts of new and interesting diversions that my conspicuously-online peeps participate in. Some of them I’m trying out myself, which I suppose makes me easy to stalk as well; having a one-letter last name has innoculated me against most Google searches thus far, so I suppose it’s only fair to give my stalkers something to go on (she said, as if she actually had, or wanted, stalkers).
My latest foray into online exhibitionism *I mean* community building comes via dj raeo (ping!): Audioscrobbler. Sign up, download the plugin, and it’ll start analyzing (and publishing) the music you play. It'll also refer you to other users with similar musical taste, or make recommendations. That’s my nutshell review. If you’re into that sort of thing, check it out, as there are quite a few other features.
Oh yeah, and send me your user name so I can monitor your listening habits, OK?
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April 13, 2005
Some People Have No Taste
I had planned on delving into the politics of work/life boundaries, and my general inability to set or enforce them, but I'm too whacked out on cough syrup (Safeway generic tonight- I'm diversifying) and I just got some crazy news from my bro in Bellingham (run-on-sentence you say? to hell with grammar))), seems the folks who broke into his car to get the stereo also took a case full of burned CDs, and they actually took the time to remove the Shakira album, leaving it behind.
What huh??? Given Adam's inexplicable affinity for Swedish pop, butt rock, and his own cheesy covers (which y'all are lucky I can't upload due to excessive file size), I'm sure the rejected CD was the best one in there. What's not to love about Shakira?
UPDATE 4/19/05: Now you can listen to Itmustabinluv, Adam's rendition of the Roxette song you're glad you haven't heard in ages. Recorded in collaboration with Noah Waldman at Fluffland, San Anselmo. Next scheduled recording: ItmustaBinLaden.
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April 03, 2005
Napoleon in Relationships
Almost forgot to mention the sudden insight during Rollerskate Skinny last night: “ain't nobody gonna see eye to eye with a girl who's only gonna stand collarbone high.” Well of course, that explains everything, maybe that’s what the Curmudgeon meant when he said I could have been a little taller?
Still, Little Miss Communication remains my favorite use of double entendres (OK and Flash has rare virtues) to illustrate the ups and downs of trying to figure out what the hell is going on between two people... While I’m at it, the latest video from Jim’s Big Ego provides yet another perspective on the rampant paranoia encouraged by the current admin. /politics
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InDefinitely
At the Hot Buttered Rum show I ran into one of the guys involved in last summer’s Jaegermeister Incident, which of course reminds me of being yelled at by the Sideman, who had apparently been expecting to come home from work that night to something prettier than me propped up over his toilet. He’s been on the mind lately because I’ve been listening exclusively to the Old 97’s, a band he introduced me to. I can’t get this one line from Indefinitely out of my head (nor the image of frontman Rhett Miller shaking his stuff when they played it at the Fillmore last October). I sing a slightly adjusted version to myself because, as I tried to explain the other night, I’m In, Definitely.
I made the mistake of checking out the band’s website before crawling into bed, only to discover that Rhett was playing solo, just down the street, in 15 minutes. Aaaaaaa, so much for going to bed early! After a brief moment of frustration at the door because the guy didn’t want to sell any more tickets (sold out my ass; he let a whole bunch of talkers in after me, grr), I was listening to the brilliant boy tell stories about being young(er) and falling in and out of love and jealousy and all those things that most of us feel and none of us can write or sing about so eloquently. He played Indefinitely and Adelaide (the other song stuck on repeat) right in a row, and a whole bunch of songs from an upcoming album in addition to old favorites, can’t complain at all, except maybe about the fact that it’s impossible to dance properly when the venue’s full of inanimate people in chairs.
Rhett’s occasional forearm-only Pete Townsend guitar technique reminds me of my high school math teacher Helen Rogers, though she never made me swoon, and when her elbow disjointed it was because she was drawing perfect circles on the chalkboard…
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April 02, 2005
On the Lighter Side
Not sure what else I should have expected on April Fools' Day... First it was an visit to Dolores Park Cafe last night, thwarted by a children's music troupe. ("A festive night of songs and stories for used to be hip parents and their hip kids!") I kept walking, and felt sorry for the gal in the window near the back with a pile of books and her hands over her ears who somehow decided to stick it out.
A few hours later, it was juggling, a very tall unicycle, stilts, and various combinations thereof in the middle of the Hot Buttered Rum show in Pacifica. Gotta say I'm a fan of fancy juggling, so long as there aren't any clowns associated with it...
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March 26, 2005
What do I know?
Arrived yesterday afternoon in Calgary and almost immediately got whisked off to the Alberta Sessions by extended family members I haven't seen in 9 years. Included in the lineup of Albertan singer-songwriting talent was Rae Spoon. Rae actually lives in Vancouver, but like Canadians in general, apparently Albertans will still claim you even if you move away...
So Rae looks like he can't possibly be more than 15. By the end of the set however, I was convinced that she may resemble a 15 year old boy, but is actually a girl, and one with a mighty fine yodel. My uncle and cousin didn't agree with me on either count. In the absence of gendered pronouns, we couldn't settle the former argument until today. They were right, and clearly I can't be trusted.
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March 24, 2005
New mix from dj raeo!
dj raeo (don't ask me how to pronounce it, nor what the grammar protocol is for non-capitalized proper names at the beginning of a sentence) has just posted a new mix, yea!
Lest we believe that raeo is as talented at everything he does, we can observe his snowboarding prowess (or lack thereof) here...
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March 23, 2005
Next best thing to being there
Now that SXSW is over I can stop thinking that maybe I should have organized to go to the film/interactive/music festival/conference/tradeshow. OK OK so maybe I only learned of its existence the week before it happened, and I wouldn't have skipped the only three days of school I have to attend each month... Fuzzy details aside, the website remains, still chock full o' cool stuff. Chocker full (chock fuller?) if you count all the new event videos, winner announcements, forum activity, etc.
Been digging the Player (which I'm not savvy enough to figure out how to link to directly), and this song by the Wailin' Jennys. They're Canadian, eh? (And I'm only allowed to say that 'cause I am too, half at least...)
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March 16, 2005
More Reasons to Bond with the Desk Chair
There are all sorts of songs in the Free Downloads section of Amazon's Music Store. Yes, the entire songs are there; I've only encountered a few that are just samples.
How did I survive without Everlasting Love?
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