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screams, whispers and songs from planet earth

The loosening of a hardened crust

Rust Never Sleeps at Johnny D's in Somerville 11/16/13

Rust Never Sleeps at Johnny D's in Somerville 11/16/13

There’s something about a heartfelt live music performance that can melt away any amount of hardened pain. For me, and unlike any other art form, a piece of music, even a single phrase from a familiar song, can bring back not just distant memories but also the emotional feelings that accompanied them. Exactly as it was, so many years ago, there’s the taste and the very essence of that moment. The experience is like a drilling through seemingly impenetratable granite, an unearthing of old sentiments and forgotten dreams.

Rust Never Sleeps is a Boston-based band that celebrates the music of Neil Young, not only by beautifully interpreting his songs in a faithful way and with stellar musicianship, but by infusing their performance with the warmth and honesty of the man himself. Check out some video and audio clips on their site. I had the pleasure of seeing these fine musicians at Johnny D’s last night, and they have a few area shows already scheduled for next year.

“I am just a dreamer,
But you are just a dream,
You could have been
Anyone to me.”
– Like a Hurricane, by Neil Young

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Introducing… Está Vivo

Here’s some really weird shit for you this evening. I say that lovingly. In attempting to describe the creativity of Chicago-based Ryan McMahon (who goes by the name of Está Vivo), I’ve come up with this: a pretty and unholy tryst between a time-warped Syd Barrett, a piano sonata and a scene from Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. Wait, no, add a few chewy psilocybin mushrooms to that recipe. Yeah, that’s about right.

Since releasing songs and EPs in 2011 and 2012 and performing around Chicago with Justice, Bloody Beetroots and Yelle, Está Vivo (“Is Alive”) released two EPs this year on Mush Records. The latest is How Strange, which features Steffaloo on the title track.


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Strange Parade’s debut EP!

Time to catch up with old friends. Los Angeles-based Strange Parade consists of members of Radar Brothers, The Movies, Morsel, DNTEL, Strictly Ballroom, Division Day and Georgia Sand for recordings/shows. Having finished touring the Radar Brothers’ album Eight (on Merge), Strange Parade regrouped to record. Their debut EP was just released last month, featuring Brian Cleary on keyboards and vocals primarily though not exclusively, Be Hussey on drums and bass, and Steve Triechel on drums for one track. It’s an expansive, spacey adventure that will stretch itself out extravagantly across your musical horizon. Have a listen below, buy it and support this fine band!

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Introducing… Deaf Professional Arts Network (D-PAN) ~ interpreting the music’s heart and soul

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While enjoying the bands at the recent Boston Calling Festival, I happened to glance over to the side at a super-animated woman gesturing wildly out to the audience, in time to the music. At first I had no idea what this was, but soon realized it was an ASL (American Sign Language) interpreter. I had seen this before at other shows, and became fascinated by these “unsung heroes.” Some were as entertaining as the musicians, dancing and gesturing and fully absorbed in the music and the moment.


Entertainers in their own right, they bring the joy of the performance to audience members who are deaf or hard of hearing. Clearly I’m not the only one who’s been noticing these folks. Earlier this year, The New York Times did a great piece on one such interpreter at Lollapalooza in Chicago.

It was because of my appreciation for these special music lovers that a recent email caught my eye. It was about the Deaf Professional Arts Network (D-PAN), an amazing organization whose mission statement reads as follows: “D-PAN aims to make music and music culture accessible to the deaf and hard of hearing community, and to give recognition to deaf and hard of hearing artists everywhere.” They’re based in Detroit and spearheaded by hip-hop artist Sean Forbes. Founded in 2006, they released their first ASL music video for “Where’d You Go” (by Fort Minor), which generated over half a million hits on YouTube. Their 2008 DVD “It’s Everybody’s Music,” which sold over 10,000 copies worldwide, featured videos for James Brown’s “It’s A Man’s Man’s Man’s World,” The Killers’ “Mr. Brightside” and Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” (performed by Sean). Their unusual and imaginative videos created quite a buzz. This brilliant one for The White Stripes’ “We’re Going To Be Friends” (see below) was featured on The Today Show, CBS.com and The Huffington Post.

For their second music video collection, “It’s Everybody’s Music” Volume Two (with songs from The White Stripes, Owl City, Carly Rae Jepson, The Clark Sisters and an original song from Sean Forbes), they’re been taking it on the road with concerts nationwide. On 11/9 (tomorrow night), they’ll be in Los Angeles for their DVD Release Party. Learn more about D-PAN’s activities on their official site. For a serious dose of inspiration, check out Sean talking about his project back in 2009 on CNN. Truly awesome.

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Psychic Ills ~ See You There (on tour with Mazzy Star)

photo by Christelle de Castro

photo by Christelle de Castro

It’s not every day that you like a band’s sound, their name and their video all at the same time. Psychic Ills have been around for ten years, released One Track Mind earlier this year and are currently touring with Mazzy Star, coming in for a landing in Boston tomorrow night at the Paradise (which I see now is listed as being sold out – sorry about that). Their surreal video for “See You There” is hypnotic and poignant and exactly how I imagine the first Grey to visit New York City would be received. Especially wonderful is the girl on the subway’s “what the f*ck now?” expression. Priceless. Their music is like being too high on hallucinogens. Pretty cool yet mildly disturbing. Or maybe it’s just me.

11.19 – Paradise Rock Club – Boston, MA
11.20 – Terminal 5 – New York, NY
11.22 – Union Transfer – Philadelphia, PA
11.23 – The Fillmore Silver Spring – Silver Spring, MD

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Introducing… Family Photo

Well, this is embarrassing. Sacramento, California band, Family Photo, spent this past summer living here in Boston, performing over 20 East Coast shows, and I’m only just hearing about them now. Yes, I’m clueless. It’s a problem. Since the summer of 2011, they’ve released two EPs (Family Photo and Nube Celebz) and are now poised to release their debut album, All We Ever Do, in January. They’re fun and quirky, with a jazz complexity and intricately woven pop harmonies that are tossed together into a haphazard casserole that comes out sounding like some off-kilter carnival. Their captivating musicianship seems like it’s about ready to go off the rails… in a pleasant daydreamy sort of way.

Listen below to their new single, “Fleets,” from the upcoming album.

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Lost and Found (XII of XII)

A Los Angeles story of madness and awakening, in twelve parts

Elysian Park ~ Echo Park, Los Angeles

Elysian Park ~ Echo Park, Los Angeles

Part XII: An Elysian Park Sojourn, The Club Formerly Known as Spaceland and The World According To…

Under normal circumstances, as pleasurable as a vacation is, by the end of it, one is usually looking forward to going home. In my case, however, the vacation was weird, at times stressful and bizarre, at other times like a pleasant daydream filled with warm, engaging people — and I sincerely dreaded returning back to my life as an East Coast recluse. I don’t know why, but things just seemed easier for me there. Even as I struggled to find a happy balance between getting some promised work done, seeing bands, connecting with old and new friends and trying to support my haunted host, it still seemed to flow far more naturally and it all made sense somehow, when things in my life often don’t.

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Lost and Found (XI of XII)

A Los Angeles story of madness and awakening, in twelve parts

Solstice Canyon, Malibu

Solstice Canyon, Malibu

Part XI: Time with friends, “Two Boys From Brooklyn” and a beautiful hike in Solstice Canyon

I was slowly coming out of a 10-day whirlwind, considering such heady issues as the role of fate in our lives, the soul’s journey, the seductive pull of despair and madness, the lives of struggling rock bands… I had the great fortune, while on this vision quest, to spend some quality time with old and new friends. It may just be me, or it may be that my internal rhythms just don’t jive with Boston’s internal rhythms, but this just doesn’t seem to happen here. It occurs to me, as I write this a startling two months later, that it’s the extensive effort required to connect with like-minded people in Boston that exhausts me and results, most of the time, in me being emotionally worn out and still alone. But I persist.

My 30-second therapy session at The CAMP, in the form of a succinct inspirational message -- you're welcome, no charge.

My 30-second therapy session at The CAMP, in the form of a succinct inspirational message -- you're welcome, no charge.

The morning after my strange experience at what I had thought would be one of the highlights of my trip, I had a very pleasant lunch at Native Foods, a wonderful vegan restaurant in an absolutely fantastic little alternative shopping center known as The CAMP. It was the antithesis of the Costa Mesa I had experienced the day before. My friend Tammy and I had a great lunch and “mutual debriefing” of the previous night’s Delta Spirit and Airborne show at the Wavelength Festival. Human nature and motivation continue to confound me, but it’s the ongoing search and struggle for understanding that’s most important.

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Lost and Found (X of XII)

A Los Angeles story of madness and awakening, in twelve parts

The Airborne Toxic Event with the Pacific Symphony at the Pacific Amphitheatre

The Airborne Toxic Event with the Pacific Symphony at the Pacific Amphitheatre

Part X: Impressions of Costa Mesa, missteps at Laguna Beach and the Wavelength Festival with Delta Spirit and The Airborne Toxic Event

Driving around Costa Mesa, looking for a decent vegetarian breakfast, it occurred to me how much the city is like a sprawling Simsbury, Connecticut — or, for you Bostonians, perhaps Newton. There were the endless upscale shopping centers, pristine landscaping and not a single non-white person to be seen at the outdoor yuppie-style cafe I finally came across in one of the many fancy yet nondescript strip malls. Even the name was vaguely elitist: Haute Cakes. Perfect. Two haute couture women were sitting next to me, chattering non-stop, while their equally stuffy and primped little dog wound itself around my leg. The food was good but no match for the ‘Angel’s Mess’ at Millie’s in Silver Lake, which was life-affirming.

I was thinking about the importance of the show I would be seeing that night. I’d been a fan of The Airborne Toxic Event since 2008, and though they’ve performed with an orchestra before, this was the first time they’d done so in the Los Angeles area. It was part of the Wavelength Festival, and they’d be appearing with the 85-piece Pacific Symphony at the state-of-the-art Pacific Amphitheatre. Fellow Angelinos Delta Spirit, a marvelous band and headliner in their own right, was opening for them. Over the five years I’ve known Airborne, they’ve continuously raised their game. They’ve become more accomplished musicians and performers, and their musical arrangements, particularly for the orchestral shows, ever more impressive. I can’t imagine how much time and energy it takes to work out parts for 85 additional players. Add to this the majesty of performing in a world-class amphitheatre with a world-class symphony orchestra, in front of what most certainly would be Southern California’s finest in terms of sophisticated music aficionados. All of that was bound to add up to a beautiful experience, right?

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Lost and Found (IX of XII)

A Los Angeles story of madness and awakening, in twelve parts

Blackwater Jukebox with Burly Temple frontman Alex Volz at Echo Country Outpost. I think.

Blackwater Jukebox with Burly Temple frontman Alex Volz at Echo Country Outpost. I think.

Part IX: A few of my favorite establishments, Urth Yoga, Echo Country Outpost and a 1am traffic jam to Costa Mesa

Out on my own now and free of amateur therapist duties, with my doomed work assignment (and dinner with cousin) behind me, I was free to relax and indulge ahead of my drive down to Costa Mesa. This day was all about hanging out in what will be, barring unforeseen circumstances, my home at some point in the future. I’d visited twice before but this time as I wandered around, I did so with the very serious thought in my head, “could I live here for a while and be happy?”

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