Friday, March 30, 2018

Early 2018

Bette Smith - I Found Love
The Hold Steady - Entitlement Crew
Rodney Crowell - Shake Your Moneymaker
Superchunk - What A Time To Be Alive
Reina Del Cid - Beverly
L7 - Dispatch from Mar-a-Lago
Hockey Dad - I Wanna Be Everybody
Penguin Prison - Turn It Up
Destroyer - Tinseltown Swimming in Blood
Bahamas - Way With Words
Dude York - Break Up Holiday
The Spook School - Best of Intentions
The James Huunter Six - I Got Eyes
Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats - You Worry Me
Alex Lahey - Every Day's the Weekend
The National - Day I Die
Weaves - Walkaway
Stars - Real Thing
Calexico - End of the World With You
Jade Bird - Cathedral
Long Neck - Elizabeth
Brett Dennen - Already Gone
Hippo Campus - Traveler
Sufjan Stevens - John My Beloved-iPhone Demo
Metz - Cellophane
Daniele Luppi & Parquet Courts - Flush (feat. Karen O)
Roadkill Ghost Choir - Classics (Die Young)
Lissie - Blood and Muscle
Tom Misch - Movie
The Autonomics - Southern Funeral
The Social Animals - I Guess in America
Boulevards - DonezoNow Now - Yours
No Age - Soft Collar Fad
Karen O. featuring Michael Kiwanuka - Yo! My Saint
Wolf Parade - You're Dreaming
Inara George - Young Adult
Dan Croll - Tokyo
Erika Wennerstrom - Extraordinary Love
Ezra Furman - Love You So Bad
Goodbye June - Liberty Mother
Moby - Motherless Child
Gord Downie - A Natural
Rural Alberta Advantage - Brother
Brandi Carlile - The Joke
Lady Lark - Love
Sondre Lerche - I Know Something That's Gonna Break Your Heart (solo)
Orquesta Akokán - Mambo Rapidito
Glen Hansard - Roll on Slow
Mt. Joy - Silver Lining
Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever - Mainland
Last Import - One a Day
Breckin' - The Story Bridge

Albums:
Superchunk - What A Time to Be Alive
Bat Fangs - Bat Fangs

Thursday, March 08, 2018

Elvis Costello and the Attractions @ Brooklyn Steel

Elvis Costello and the Attractions
@ Brooklyn Steel
Brooklyn, NY - March 7, 2018

Not rain nor sleet nor snow could keep Elvis and company and a strong number of fans from this rather intimate show at the 1800 person standing room only old warehouse off the beaten path (well, not that off the beaten path at all, just far away in 3 inches of slushy ice whipped by winds).

Playing from across the whole span of his career, E.C. had the boys in fine form, which usually means "it's like the Mocambo in '77!" but for the first time, one had the first whisps of Age. Only in that Elvis' penchant for rumination seems more like that of an older man than it ever has before and he's really starting to make use of that big sign of rock aging - youthful back-up singers (though his career-long love of all kinds of music should be factored into the presence of the singers). But Mellow Costello is still a rock n roll fiend. You get the vibe enough and you can feel that "Radio Radio" is coming after "Miracle Man". But that also means some surprises ("Green Shirt") and at long last, at least by this fan's lights and experiences", Blood & Chocolate, his last perfect record is finally getting its due with not one but two appearances ("I Want You", not an unfamiliar one but we also got "Blue Chair" which nearly had my knees buckling).

After the Imperial Bedroom do-up the year before last, it was good to hear from other records again. And the Face In the Crowd Broadway songs are definitely ready for their close-up. The cherry on top was the announcement that yeah why not let's make another record for old times sake. History indicates it will have at least one fan going "it's like the Mocambo in '77!"

Thursday, December 28, 2017

The Top 25 Songs of 2017

25: Scott H. Biram - Long Old Time"
24: Ted Leo - "You're Like Me"
23: Bash & Pop - Not This Time"
22: Alvvays - "In Undertow"
21: White Reaper - "Judy French"
20: Future Islands - "Ran"
19: Joyce Manor: "Fake I.D"
18: The National - "Day I Die"
17: Shout Out Louds - "Oh Oh"
16: Surfer Blood - "Matter of Time"
15: Jaime Wyatt - "Wishing Well"
14: Ted Leo - "Anthems of None"
13: Chuck Prophet - "Bobby Fuller Died for Your Sins"
12: Split Single - "Untry Love"
11: Sleaford Mods - "TCR"
10: Japandroids - "Near to the Wild Side of Life"
9: Teksti-TV 666 - "Silmät kiinni ja kädet ristiin"
8: Nikki Lane - "Jackpot"
7: Kevin Morby - "1 2 3 4"
6: Sam Coffey and the Iron Lungs - "Tough"
5: Now, Now - "SGL"
4: Waxahatchee - "Never Been Wrong"
3: The Paper Kites - "Electric Indigo"
2: Lo Tom - "Overboard"
1: Superchunk - "Up Against the Wall"

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Autumn and the rest of 2017

The National - The Day I Die
The National - The System Dreams in Total Darkness
Alex Lahey - Every Day's The Weekend
Ted Leo - Anthems of None
Hold Steady - The Entitlement Crew
Weaves - Walkaway
Wolf Parade - You're Dreaming
Sam Coffey and the Iron Lungs - Tough
Teksti-TV 666 - Silmät kiinni ja kädet ristiin
Lo Tom - Overboard
Stars - Real Thing
Destroyer - Tinsel Town Swimming in Blood
Sheer Mag - Meet Me in the Street
Trouble - Snake Eyes
Calexico - End of the World With You
Superchunk - Up Against the Wall
R. L. Boyce - R.L.'s Boogie
Kevin Morby - 1 2 3 4
Metz - Cellophane
Ted Leo - You're Like Me
Goodbye June - Liberty Mother
Shout Out Louds - Oh Oh
Dan Croll - Bad Boy
Waxahatchee - Never Been Wrong
Curtis Harding - On and On
Graveyard Club - Ouija
Jesse Malin - Meet Me at the End of the World
Alvvays - In Undertow
Daddy Issues - Locked Out
Inara George - Young Adult
Iron & Wine - Call It Dreaming
Alvvays - Dreams Tonight
Margo Price - A Little Pain
Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings - It's a Matter of Time
Kasabian - Bless This Acid House
SGL - Now, Now
Jade Bird - Cathedral
Jenny Johnson - Solar Eclipse
Whitney Rose - Better to My Baby
Wolf Parade - Valley Boy
JD McPherson - Lucky Penny
Son Little - Oh Me Oh My
Stag - The Bedazzler
Hamish Anderson - Trouble
Langhorne Slim - Zombie
Worriers - The Possibility
Sweet Spirit - Pamela
Blitzen Trapper - Wild and Reckless
ГШ (Glintshake) - Убожество

Albums:
The National - Sleep Well Beast
Ted Leo - The Hanged Man
Alvvays - Antisocialites
Wolf Parade - Cry Cry Cry
Waxahatchee - Out in the Storm

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Reverend Horton Heat @ Irving Plaza

Reverend Horton Heat
@ Irving Plaza
New York, NY - December 15, 2017

Christmas time is not what it used to be but Horton, Jimbo, and their new (TWO!) helpers (including drummer RJ Contreras) made the most of it with their "Holiday Hayride". The Rev appears to be taking it easy these days, ceding singing duties to his pal Big Sandy this particular night (more on that later) and to new keyboardist Matt Jordan on "Martini Time" (what?) and telling stories in length greater than most of the set. Highlights include a Chuck tribute of "Havana Moon" (with Sandy), "Ace of Spades", "Jimbo's song" (accordingly)" and "Cowboy Love". Also there were Christmas songs.

A scheduling mishap resulted in missing the Blasters. The bill was mislabeled as Big Sandy did not play with his own band and Junior Brown I am told did not appear, leaving only the Blasters as openers, despite what the bill said. Yours truly didn't help matters by taking one's sweet time in the snow and so I missed Phil and the gang. This is beyond too bad. In addition to being favorites in this parish, it was a dream double bill. Horton spent of some his chatter remarking on early Rev visits to Los Angeles and seeing these cats who they very quickly looked up to and learned from. Sigh. 

Sunday, December 03, 2017

The Hold Steady @ Brooklyn Bowl

The Hold Steady; Patterson Hood
@ Brooklyn Bowl
Brooklyn, NY - November 29, 2017

The first of the four nights at Brooklyn Bowl for the Hold Steady started off with a "Positive Jam". A decade after their love affair with a strong fan base and considerable respect, a decade far removed from how the world looked (even though events of 2000 through 2008 merited much of the same vibes now in overdrive), the Hold Steady have revitalized themselves with a relatively new approach: Residencies in core cities (New York, Chicago), no seeming pressure to put out an album (a single will gladly suffice if it works and boy does the new one, "Entitlement Crew", work), and most importantly of all, the return last year of Franz Nicolay to the fold.

For some, Franz was the magic glue, the transcendental element that made Separation Sunday and Boys and Girls in America and Stay Positive and the Hold Steady as a band, stand out. When he left, some of the heart went out of it for some folks. His replacements were more than able, notably Steve Selvidge on guitar, but something was missing and it showed in performances and new records. But Franz is back. And Steve is still there, playing excellently. Craig Finn said it accurately at the show: this is the best line-up in band history (there haven't been that many line-up changes, far from it, he means they are now at full strength, reinvigorated and sounding better than ever. He is right).

Can't tell a lie - in a write-up of the National's Forest Hills show (and these two bands always seem to be complimenting each other), I alluded to bands of the same class who are already nostalgic for themselves, and I had the Hold Steady in mind. One was hesitant (and avoided this residency last time) about the band these days, even with Franz back. But One was stupid. The band, as far as this whole rock n roll thing goes, is still immediate. "Positive Jam" now serves as a history of what was to come. The Post-War Interstate Empire of Midwestern Cities, the promise and fall of the Baby Boomers, the turgidness of the 70's and 80's. "Constructive Summer", one of the all time anthems to end all anthems, now also has a chilling (no pun intended) note ("Work at the mill until you die") to the consequences of those bored days. Even "Stuck Between Stations" rings with a call to a dark fate. And the songs of Holly and the characters who make up the Craig Finn storybook, the mix of sex, drugs, and Jesus, has a canonical ring to the confused society in which we now reside. Will the ending be redemptive as in "How a Resurrection Really Feels"? Or we all going to stop short at a "Multitude of Casulties"?

Around that, it was the same old rock n roll nirvana. From "The Swish" and "Rock Problems" to "Hot Soft Light" (anytime that follows "Constructive Summer", it's like they put the setlist together just for me), "The Weekenders", and "Sequestered in Memphis". Opening act and GFOB (Great Friend of the Band) Patterson Hood of Drive-By Truckers, helped the boys out on a cover of AC/DC's "Ride On", a tribute to Malcolm Young, the late, not-so-unsung bedrock of that power house, though Craig and Co. keenly showed off AC/DC's one, technically speaking, slow song, a straight true blues. The Hold Steady are all about rock n roll legacy (while not being a Legacy Act...not yet...?) and the honor to the forefathers who were once the young standard bearers for the Greats before them, is how it's meant to be done, no matter what strange days we are in.

Saturday, October 07, 2017

The National @ Forest Hills Tennis Stadium

The National; Daughter
@ Forest Hills Tennis Stadium
Forest Hills, NY - October 6, 2017

The National have come to play. While some of their peers (much beloved) are already nostalgic for themselves in keeping with their rock nerddom, these fellas who used to be a "Brooklyn band" but are now a project of globe-spanning artists continue to look ahead. This is a recurrent theme but not without healthy doses of looking back. Their seventh album, Sleep Well Beast, is almost completely detached from that cringe-inducing genre label "chamber pop" thrust on the band (not totally incorrectly, far from it) when they reared their heads with Alligator and Boxer.

In fact, it may be too far removed. The new record features enough tracks with beeps and boops that one wonders if the Devendorfs were even around for some of it and hell maybe even one of the two Dessners. But no matter, come live time the five are still in cahoots along with their usual accompaniment of friends. And though they continue to look forward with their sound, they are also maybe for the first time a ROCK BAND, which is to say looking back to how they got to play music in the first place. The swagger, the showmanship, the recognition that they are a known commodity and not a secret hip thing playing a flower shop on Cortelyou Road. New material "Day I Die", "The System Only Dreams in Total Darkness" and "Guilty Party" are HITS in a Universe in which this kind of music would still be a hit. It could even turn out to be the case in this Universe.

They even do covers now. For this stop they too felt the need to acknowledge the Ramones (as others who play this box have done before). In keeping with the style of the time, they whipped out "The KKK Took My Baby Away".

And this was the other crossroads: the context for this half-quietly political band took them back and forth. "Fake Empire" has a different meaning now than it did 10 years ago. Ditto for "Mr. November". Berninger even found a way to recharacterize "Bloodbuzz, Ohio", wisely assuming a large chunk of the massive crowd were fellow Ohio ex-pats, urging them to go back and reclaim their homes from the hostage situation currently unfolding in this tattered Republic.

And while some of the new sounds and the crowd chatter and the demographics all scream "YACHT ROCK DAD ROCK" much sooner rather than later, if there is a band who is going to work it well and still be their own thing, it's the National.

Serious, shy but game English (with a twist of Swiss) outfit Daughter were a fine compliment to the headliners, mixing that...dare I say it...chamber pop (kind of) with dashes of pop-rock when applied.

Thursday, October 05, 2017

Summer 2017

Superchunk - Up Against the Wall
Kevin Morby - 1 2 3 4
Teksti-TV 666 - Silmät kiinni ja kädet ristiin
Future Islands - Ran
Now, Now - SGL
Jamie Wyatt - Wishing Well
Waxahatchee - Never Been Wrong
Lo Tom - Overboard
Shout Out Louds - Oh Oh
Dan Croll - Bad Boy
Sam Coffey and the Iron Lungs - Tough
Chemtrails - Deranged
Sweet Spirit - Pamela
Sheer Mag - Meet Me in the Street
Daddy Issues - Locked Out
Chuck Prophet - Bobby Fuller Died For Your Sins
Boneyard - Fink
Surfer Blood -  Matter of Time
Low Cut Connie - Dirty Water
The Paper Kites - Electric Indigo
Trouble - Snake Eyes
Wolf Parade - Valley Boy
Jenny Johnson - Solar Eclipse
Coco Hames - I Don't Wanna Go
Les Big Byrd - Two Man Gang
Hoops - Rules
Los Colognes - Flying Apart
Old 97's - Good with God
Cody ChestnuTT - Have You Heard from the Lord Today? (feat. Raphael Saadiq)
White Reaper - Judy French
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit - Hope the High Ground
Bash & Pop - Not This Time
The Buttertones - Matador
Spiral Stairs - Trams (Stole My Love)
Father John Misty - Total Entertainment Forever
Joey Dosik - Game Winner
Buyepongo - Vamos a Gonzar
Downtown Boys - Lips that Bite
Jolie Holland and Samantha Parton - Wildflower Blues
Rodney Crowell - It Ain't Over Yet
Jesse Malin - Meet Me at the End of the World
Lee Ronaldo - New Trim
Ala.ni - Old Fashioned Kiss

Albums:
Father John Misty - Pure Comedy

Saturday, September 30, 2017

The Lost Bayou Ramblers @ Joe's Pub

The Lost Bayou Ramblers
@ Joe's Pub
New York, NY - September 29, 2017

From Lafayette, Louisiana to Lafayette Street came the Lost Bayou Ramblers, a Cajun rock syndicate highly recommended by a fellow barfly and native New Orleans boy. Perhaps they can do for their sound what the Pogues did for Irish music and they should: the fellas' put on a show mixing straight Cajun sounds with more lumbering rock dirges. They capped it off with an unplugged set walking the circumference of Joe's Pub, stopping for a round at the bar upon which they stood and offered cheers.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Seaport Music Festival: Ted Leo & the Pharmacists; Jean Grae; Azar Swan

Ted Leo & the Pharmacists; Jean Grae; Azar Swan
@ Seaport Music Festival
New York, NY - September 9, 2017

Admittedly it was looking grim. The revived Seaport Music Festival was moved from the large pier to the cramped corner outside the old Fulton Fish Market. The bands looked more like they were to be background to bros and broettes drinking their $15 dollar cocktails at the Massive Bank Sponsored Drinking Area while tourists made their way to Perfume-drenched Clothing Chains. Azar Swan, with their dark dreams and industrial-strength intensity definitely stood athwart the confines but the vibe was still suspect to say the least.

Then came Jean Grae.

Backed and sidekicked by Quelle Chris, Jean Grae confronted the awkward setting head on by...confronting everyone with their own awkwardness. It was a brilliant punk stroke to smash this plastic to smithereens and make it real. And she pulled it off. More than borrowing from her other kinds of work to pull in the crowd and displaying her eclectic world-of-20th Century Music education (more evidence later), Jean suddenly made this a proper show.

Ted Leo has a new solo-driven album, The Hanged Man, his first with his own name in many years. It's a strong record. But to take it out live, he needed his reinvigorated "expando band" Pharmacists. The band was T I G H T Tight. "Where Have All the Rude Boys Gone?" was given new life with a saxphone smoothness and later that saxophonist, Adrian (sp?) took that instrument to those wonderfully discordant New York places. Other gems from Hearts of Oak, including "The High Party" and the title track, were full of the classic Ted Leo oomph but with a fresh burst of soul. The new material worked well with the gang, namely the killer "Anthems of None", "You're Like Me" and "The Little Smug Supper Club". Jean Grae made an appearance early on the track she sang on the record - "Can't Go Back" - which made for one of the highlights of the night. Ted went the troubadour-route (and of course had to talk about it) for "The Nazarene" and the excellent "Lonsdale Avenue". He made note of using an acoustic guitar solo but thought nothing of it later for "Bottled in Cork". By the time it all ended with "Little Dawn", the sharply dressed Ted and his sharply crafted band had delivered a show to be remembered for a long time to come.

Sunday, August 06, 2017

Nick Lowe and Los Straitjackets @ Lincoln Center

Nick Lowe and Los Straitjackets; Cut Worms
@ Lincoln Center
New York, NY - August 5, 2017

Nick Lowe brought those surf rock scallywags Los Straitjackets to Lincoln Center Out of Doors as the bandshell to put an old time rock n roll and country stomp on his classics from Jesus of Cool and Labor of Lust and elsewhere, including "Half a Boy and Half a Man" and that song asking what's so funny about you know what and all that.

Los Straitjackets were also given free reign to do their instrumental level best and kicked off the encore with the 60's Batman theme the way it was meant to be played.

Cut Worms out of Brooklyn very clearly take from the Nick Lowe school of songcraft, playing devout 60's power pop of the British and American variety, a slight hint of 70's country and just straight up Nick Lowe style work which exactly pulls from those sources.

Friday, July 28, 2017

C.W. Stoneking @ Mercury Lounge

C.W. Stoneking; Moist Paula's Bliss Station
@ Mercury Lounge
New York, NY - July 27, 2017

One of the genres attributed to being performed by C.W. Stoneking is "Hokum". And that is apt. There's a definite act to the otherwise authentically executed blues and rags by this Australian enigma. Like many a white boy before him, CWS wants to live of the life an American Southern Blues Man, at least on stage. If he can pull it off without being cringe worthy then hats off to him. And he pulls it off. So hats off to him. With a fine backing band and a repertoire of delights, C.W. turned an early show that could have been done in 40 minutes into a full peak-of-the-night event.

Fellow Australian Moist Paula brought her baritone saxophone to lead her Jazz combo Bliss Station for a serene set chock full of stories and a cover of the Seekers.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Of Pancakes and Baseball




It started out fine enough. Another night in the reliably friendly confines of minor league baseball even in this most cosmopolitan of American cities. The OLD time part of town still gets its moments and minor league baseball is one of the few left that not only serves to entertain that old time set, but bring a slight mix of the newer ilk. It’s all a bit corny and full of shtick (and if you’re a baseball purist, the shtick is a distraction) but it’s fun.

In fact, the shtick had seemed a bit toned down this year. It wasn’t as loud as it used to be, certainly nothing like previous years when fans were asked to scream at the top of their lungs to celebrate that a popular low to mid-price chain restaurant now served as one of their frozen pretend-to-be-homemade dishes a quesadilla, and to scream to the sound of the “Gangam Style”, even well after that song’s sell-by date had expired.

The crowd was the usual sort on a relatively off night. More old timers than gentrifiers. More baseball “experts” and wannabe comics than…just about anyone else. A few birthday groups. One church group led by a priest. I particularly enjoyed one self-styled expert who looked like Bug Eyes in Do The Right Thing who had a whole row to himself while he coached the visiting team, paying no attention to the professionally paid ballplayers being officially managed from their dugout. Later it turned out the group of fans behind him were his family, which was a relief since a couple of the home team fans in the row in front of him did not enjoy his hands-on approach to fandom and thought him a loner maniac.

A particularly notable moment occurred when a visiting team player failed to make a cool catch and the crowd, who should have been generally unsympathetic gave him their support for his effort, because after all this is minor league ball, in a division particularly designed to bring up rookies on their way to the majors so the stakes are low for the club standings but high for all individuals involved. It was a heartwarming piece of American baseball beauty.

Then came the pancakes.

Unprecedented to seasons past that I have observed, the home team’s promotions department (generally considered to the best in its field) came up with an idea that one visiting batter would be the “Free Pancakes Batter of the Night”.  Punny now that I am writing it down but I don’t even know if they intended that. What they did intend was to rev up the crowd with the possibility that if this randomly selected up-and-comer strikes out three times, the whole crowd is going home with vouchers for free pancakes at the newly opened nearby location of yet another chain restaurant popular with the Common Man.

As it unfolded over the course of the night, a couple of things became apparent. First it was not immediately clear to the crowd that there would be vouchers. At least some of the crowd thought there were hot pancakes ready to be whipped into existence for distribution pending a third strike out. This no doubt amped up the tension. Second, as the visiting team was the “rival” team from across the water, there was a sudden vested interest in seeing a batter from this particular team go down in the name of free pancakes. The earlier support for individual success was smashed to bits.

The player struck out once without notable observation. But this did cause the proverbial “blood in the water”. Now the free pancakes were all the more possible and the crowd could sense it. The next at-bats now had stakes. The crowd had skin in the game. Pancake skin. The second strikeout occurred with a few pitches that all seemed legitimate but one had to wonder now that maybe some of the pitches would have been called balls instead of strikes elsewhere but this is not provable and I don’t want to accuse the umpire of conceding to increasingly angrier mob (nothing had happened to cause an angry mob, it was the notion that the prize existed at all gave the crowd a sudden bit of menace).

Then came the next at-bat. Late, late in the game. And it was a close game too. A chance for this kid to shine for his team and boost his prospects. The crowd wanted none of it. They just wanted pancakes. Old time louses who before were cracking one liners now were hurling profanity-less invective (this is still a family friendly place, meaning, at least in America, as long as the vulgarity is low and the nudity is non-existent, any sort of moral position is acceptable, including and especially the chance for free gluttony). The batter was clearly affected. And sure enough, he went down looking and that never goes down smooth in baseball but it certainly looked bad now. And the player let the ump know it. A rare occurrence in this level of pro ball. A Major League style dispute. But it had to end quick as the kid had no standing, especially with the crowd now at fever pitch celebrating the victory of the earning of the free pancakes.

With the struggle over and the free pancakes assured, the crowd resumed its interest in the overall game and in the night out in general. But a little later, a couple behind me, who could best be described as each sounding like Edith Bunker (including the man), had a moment of clarity. Before we get there, it should be noted that these folks do not necessarily represent the entire crowd who wanted those pancakes. They were just the ones in earshot and by earshot I mean speaking everything very loudly no matter the topic. They were only rivaled in sound by the aforementioned Home Plate Coach Bug Eyes. Earlier in the night, they felt a personal connection with the Beer Man vendor several rows below them. The vendor made it known to all which beers he had. The lady in this couple shouted “Don’t talk about beer. I want a Coke. Do you have Coke? Come on I wanna Coke!” He waited her out, finished his beer sell (still being tasked with stopping to let the world know whether or not he also possessed Coca-Cola), and went up to her and yes indeed he had Coke. This came at a price so uttered. The price shocked the woman and she turned down the Coke. I was surprised at her surprise as I had gathered from their general disposition that the couple was no strangers to professional sport outings and professional sport outing prices. Sure enough she changed her mind and bought the Coke. One had to wonder if this was some kind of ritual like at movie theaters where similar samples of the Common Man remark with outrage at concession prices only to then pay them, as if they had no agency in the matter, specifically the ability to change their mind about acquiring said concessions.

The couple was heavily invested in the affair of the pancakes and so was particularly celebratory in the minutes after the acquiring of the pancakes was confirmed. They also were of the camp that believed the pancakes were imminently to be delivered. But then spoke the man:

“Hey wait a minute. Maybe I don’t want pancakes. This is a baseball game. Maybe I want hot dogs.”

The woman: “Yeah. You’re right. I don’t want pancakes now. I want hot dogs. Come on we want hot dogs!”

This last utterance reminded me of her earlier whiny “come on” when she was in need of the carbonated cola drink.

At this I was at my emotional last. The game was ruined. I was already perturbed having earlier been accused by a little child of having cursed. I was waxing on to friends about the above referenced toning down in “shtick” which the child heard as “shit” and told me as such: “You said SHIT and you can’t say that!” I feigned concession at the state of affairs as the child appeared to be about to burst a blood vessel which I chalked up to excitement at their first sporting event which they had screamed about earlier, or due to a consumption of sugar (perhaps one of those much desired Cokes), or some kind of hyperactive condition, or a combination of some or all of these possibilities.

Now with the blood lust for the pancakes having not only decimated my “toned down shtick/shit” observation but also the very fabric of what it means to enjoy a professional sports outing, including and maybe even especially such a low wattage one, I was feeling low.

Then came the fireworks show with the patriotic numbers of all kinds…including a very vengeful country one of some kind that appeared to call for violent retributions…also came Hulk Hogan’s “Real American” theme song which didn’t bother me as much and certainly must have pleased the fan with a Hulkamania shirt who I witnessed walking around earlier.

Something was amiss. Something IS amiss. Is it me? Is it the pancakes? Is it the outside world? Recent current events? Am I really going down the path of “the current wanna-be despot in the White House and his ravenous and depraved supporters have ruined my night out”? Am I seeing that gold-plated fascistic hatemonger in the words and cries of working class types yearning for free pancakes? Did the shallow patriotism at the end of the night seal that deal (The level of patriotic display in American sports after 9/11 has never come down and some of the earlier displays in the night are perfectly fine, especially in this town and the aim of those particular displays)?

Maybe. Maybe not. One thing is for sure. Give the people their free pancakes. Or else.

Thursday, July 06, 2017

Spring 2017

Jamie Wyatt - Wishing Well
Sleaford Mods - TCR
Split Single - Untry Love
Teksti-TV 666 - Silmät kiinni ja kädet ristiin
Hiccup - Teasin'
White Reaper - Judy French
Future Islands - Ran
Chuck Prophet - Bobby Fuller Died for Your Sins
Ryan Adams - Do You Still Love Me?
Old 97's - Good with God
Lo Tom - Overboard
Chemtrails - Deranged
Bash & Pop - Not This Time
Alex Lahey - Wes Anderson
Father John Misty - Total Entertainment Forever
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Go Robot
Low Cut Connie - Dirty Water
Dude York - Black Jack
Jens Lekman - Evening Prayer
The Weeks - Talk Like That
The Paper Kites - Electric Indigo
Charly Bliss - Percolator
Aimee Mann - Patient Zero
Los Colognes - Flying Apart
Coco Hames - I Don't Wanna Go
Spiral Stairs - Trams (Stole My Love)
The Buttertones - Matador
Hoops - Rules
Nikki Lane - Jackpot
Surfer Blood - Matter of Time
Scott H Biram - Long Old Time
Fink - Boneyard
Conor Oberst - A Little Uncanny
Benjamin Booker - Witness  (ft. Mavis Staples)
Japandroids - Near to the Wild Heart of Life
DJ Premier X Miguel - 2 Lovin You
Hater - Mental Haven
Mipso - Coming Down the Mountain
Ron Gallo - Young Lady, You're Scaring Me
BNQT - Restart
Waxahatchee - Silver
Hanni El Khatib - Paralyzed
Pokey LaFarge - Must Be a Reason

Albums:
White Reaper - The World's Greatest American Band
Bash & Pop - Anything Could Happen
Future Islands - The Far Field