It’s an exciting time to be living in the Inner Sunset. Underdog, the tiny organic sausage joint at 17th and Irving, is now open for business. I’ve gone two days in a row. It’ll run you about 3-4 bucks for a sausage, and 2 for organic tater tots. They only use fully recycled paper products and are nice folks to boot. They don’t sell beer, so I tend to roll in with a red cup.
Yesterday, when I left, they were vibing on some Messy’s Pace. Alll right.
I basicially ended up doing a sandwich tour of the greater Boston area. I had several grinders in south boston, and J.Dubbya took me to a fancy sandwich place in Harvard Square. I think it was called Dillians. I also ate a lot of bacon. Several Turkey and Bacon grinders. Bacon for Christmas brunch.
My parents don’t throw anything out. So I went around the house and found a few choice items: a decade+ old phone (broken?), a zip drive, and a giant personal tape recorder from 1974. I wrapped them up and gave them to my dad. Merry Christmas.
I got to see a bunch of high school friends. That was awesome. They’re all either married or in relationships. We all got older. It’s good to reconnect. I’m fired up for some JDubbya + Joie wedding.
We came back home to SF today. Sleep was somewhat evasive in the last 24 hrs. We’re both sorta delirious. Stina is watching Mortal Combat and is making accompanying sounds of glee. “It has BEGUN!” The tournament, that is.
Aww yeah. Go Sub Zero. Go.
Fucking go dude.
Where’s the techno?
This is lame.
Oh, there it is.
Peppered with sounds of glee.
I can’t believe that it is raining in Newton two days before X-mas. The weather has been unreasonably warm for an east coast winter. I’ve gone on a sandwich tour of Newton in the three days I’ve been home: Marty’s (my decade long favorite sandwich), Great Harvest Bread Company (which only started selling sandwiches two months ago), and CNN – the sub shop in Newton Corner. You don’t really get good Grinders (subs heated in a pizza oven) outside of MA. I’ve also been binging on the Genesis 10:10 Hebrew Seasonal brew. Everyone should drink it. Its made with pomegranite juice. Unbelievable.
The cat, Beju, weighs in at about 25 lbs. She’s crazy fat. If I chase her, she just hides in places that are difficult for me to bother her in. She’s not a whole lot of fun. At least the laser pointer seems to agitate her.
Mom left me the latest Spenser novel on my bed. She also made Chinese Chicken and Peach Yucky for dinner. Dad is convinced that I’ll never get to beam from one place to another in my lifetime. Everyone treats Stina like family.
Its good to be home.
A couple weeks ago, a podcast called “Sounds Good” featured some of my tracks in their show. It’s a podcast which discusses electronic music production, and demonstrates different tricks and techniques to use in your virtual studio. After contacting Hens Zimmerman, the duder behind Sounds Good, he asked if I was interested in doing an interview. Oh sure. He’s based out in the Netherlands, so we do a little Skyping. I don’t think I was terribly eloquent, but he pieced together a nice little 5 min interview in the middle of episode #7.
Which you can download here.
We happily spent the weekend in a haze of holiday parties. It’s the only way we can tell that Christmas is approaching, since the weather isn’t always helpful indicating what the season is.
I like beer. To the point of snobbery. No lie. So when Jesse told me that his client, Hebrew, was putting on a little celebration at the Hotel Utah on Sunday afternoon, I got kinda excited. Hebrew makes a fine beer.
There were four bands on the bill. JP Cutler was first, so we (Rachel, Lars, Steve and I) got there early. Haber was already on hand. Hebrew was pouring all five of its beers. They were $3, and came in a nice souvenir glass.
We started with the Jubilation ale. It was intense in its complexity. The Genesis 10/10 was second, and was definitely my favorite.
JP Cutler played a great set with his current line up.
Everyone who came with me was really impressed with his set. Steve kept saying how these guys should be playing the Fillmore. His line up, which he says should now be pretty consistent, was stellar. Really top notch players. Jesse has retooled some of his older songs, and I think they have a stronger impact. He played for maybe 45 minutes, to a very appreciative audience.
Then came a theatrical female singer/drummer. That was good. Followed by a power trio named “Action Figure”. That one was really out of place in the line up. The drummer went around before the set offering ear plugs to the audience. I think that’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen a band do. Since I really dig the prog music, this band was right up my alley. He’s a short distorted video from their set:
They were great. Then a 8 piece bluegrass band followed. They were good, if you like bluegrass. It was so quiet after the power trio.
What an awesome afternoon. I figured we were really just going to stay for Jesse’s set, but, a couple Hebrews later, and it was dark outside and all the bands had played.
I had a pleasant suprise waiting in my mailbox. AmbientMusicGuide.com did a review of “Messys’ Pace”:
Messy’s Place (www.generalfuzz.net)
This is beautiful, intricate, loose and funky. San Francisco producer James Kirsch aka General Fuzz has recorded a fantastic instrumental record of melodic breakbeat and loungey chill. The album’s first half is mid-tempo grooves sitting around the 120bpm mark and they bare some similarity to the complex ambient breaks of Sasha’s brilliant Airdrawndagger album. Except that General Fuzz always places his melodies way forward in the mix – he’s not making club music after all, despite its progressive house lineage – so even at low volume these pieces work a treat. Kirsch’s live organ, guitar and electric piano playing is truly funky at times and his layering is exquisite.
The second half is little less distinctive and detours into jazzy sax on “Liquid Jazz”, smooching sunset atmospheres on “Lost” and “Bars Of Parmar”, and swelling violin with electric piano and bubbly breaks on “Lido”. Unbelievable that this album is downloading for free on his website. Someone give this man a contract. Rating: 4/5
Nice. Pat introduced me to Airdrawndagger a while back. It’s an awesome album. Right now I’m LOVING BT’s new album: The Binary Universe. Its his opus. Probably my top cd of the year.
Now send me a contract.
New CD = almost done.
Friday nights show started with Trey picking up right where he left off by having the band march in through the crowd up to the stage. Then they launched into a stellar orchestrated version of Stash. The place pretty much fell apart. The whole first set was really high energy, mostly old Trey tunes. The second set was much mellower, with Trey playing a couple of solo acoustic tunes. The band was really on all night. They did a killer version of Sultans of Swing. Much better show then Thursday.
Last night Stiners and I went to see Trey at the Warfield. He’s touring on his latest album Bar 17, which is a whole lot of meh. I think this reflected in audience attendance – it was fairly sparse in the balcony. He brought the full band with him, which is good. He played a bunch of stuff off his new album, which was less good. Set 1 was much stronger then set 2. Towards the middle of the encore, we departed and began to seek a taxi. Stina mentions to me the she’s glad were here before the exodus, and as if on cue, people start streaming out of the Warfield IN FORCE. Wait, now we hear music. Oh shit, Trey took the band through the audience and then outside the venue. Right to where we were standing. So we’re more then a little bemused as Trey comes right toward us, full band (like 11 people) in tow, and the audience in hot pursuit. This, of course, destroys our original intentions, but Stina was psyched to be the closest in proximity to Trey she’ll ever get. Even if he looks like cousin it.