Someone who wanted to remix my music sent me their remix of a song by the band Trifonic, which caused me to investigate. It turns out Trifonic is an electronic music duo comprised of brothers, based out of SF. The music hovers somewhere between IDM, downtempo, and pure genius. It pretty much blew my mind, and its the clear candidate for electronic music album of the year. One of the brothers is BT’s guitar player, and there’s a clear musical connection between BT’s This Binary Universe (the most important electronic music album of the decade IMO) and Trifonic’s Emergence. The best part – it’s free. They’re pulling the ole pay what you want model. Its kind hard to find the free download link though (its under “FREE VERSION”). Definitely worth a listen or ten.

Anyhow, they played an early show last friday @ 330 Ritch, so I went down to check ’em out.  The place was chock full of SOMA hipsters, and I certainly was the only dude wearing a white teeshirt. Everyone was beautiful or trying to be beautiful, and I was greatly amused by the whole scene. Drama was everywhere. It one of the first times I’ve been at a show and not talked to anyone. I went to the bar, and the bartender informed me that the eight taps were off – all they had were bottles (bud, corona, etc). So F it – I’m not paying six bucks for shitty beer. I was early enough that there was no cover, so the whole thing was totally free. Bonus.

The set was pretty stellar musically – they were playing remixes of the tunes that I was pretty familiar with. They fall into the same trap that almost all electronic music bands do – most of their set they are staring at their laptops, twiddling knobs. The guitar guy was playing guitar and bass much of the time, but not shredding or anything – more rhythmic soundscapy type playing. Sonically it drew me in, visually a little less.

I met up with peeps at Gestalt after the set to celebrate Angel’s birthday. The mission peeps were full of tatoo’s and piercings, and all 15 beers on tap were $4. It felt a little better then usual to be there.



World Of Goo

In my twilight years of being a reformed video game junkie, a new video game entering my life must fit these criteria:

1. It must be simple to pick up. I have no patience for complexity. The fewer buttons, the better.
2. I shouldn’t have to play for more then 10 minutes at a time without potentially accomplishing something.
3. They must be really fun.

Extra bonus points:

1. If it’s 2d. I heart 2d games. I have the tee shirt to prove this.
2. If I can finish it.

This eliminates most modern console games from entering my house. The Xbox and Wii have ushered in a new era of indie video games with their online downloadable capabilities. I’ve been most excited about this capacity, and now that excitement has transformed into utter joy, thanks to World of Goo. I’m not going to describe it, beyond saying its potentially the most fun, clever, and amusing video game ever made. And its only $15.



Fuzzy Sightings

Robert Johnson decided to set the world record for distance skateboarding, and is doing so by skating around the world. He’s documenting it too, all video blog style. His final update from his epic skateboard trip uses some of my tracks, and they work really well with his video:

Part Ten – Guinness World Record Skateboard Journey from Rob Thomson on Vimeo.

Someone discovered my music via this video and kindly pointed it out to me. I then had an email exchange with Rob, and I simply marveled at the power of the internet to connect me with such an inspiring individual.

Also, Jobob has created a series of artsy flash movies which integrate many of my tunes. Very cool.



2 Legit

I’ve been in a little funk lately, probably from a combination of post wedding/party/KJAJ depression and that sickness that has plagued Stina and I (though mostly Stina) this week. Though Sigur Ros has been my favorite band for the past two months, I couldn’t find the inner motivation to go see them @ the Greek Theater on Friday. I traded Sigur Ros for MC Hammer and Alison Krauss + Robert Plant, who were both playing the free Hardly Strictly Bluegrass festival in my backyard. I wouldn’t consider it trading up, but its not every day you see McHammer flanked by 10 fly girls do a free 30 min performance at 11:30 in afternoon to hordes of screaming 4th and 5th graders. It was a bizarre lunch break, to say the least. And how does a 10 year even know who MCHammer is? 

Andronico’s, the very upscale grocery store a block away from me, recently did a remodeling. I just discovered that a casualty of this remodel is that the deli no longer makes overpriced enormous sandwiches anymore. This is a severe blow, since those sandwiches accounted for approximately 40 percent of my diet. This is probably also contributing to my funk. I greatly subside on sandwiches. I’ve been scouring the neighborhood, sampling from the many other eateries/stores that combine meat and bread together in that oh so special way. 

Today I wandered in the random Russian food store on my block. I felt like I must have been the first non Russian speaking customer. The three people behind the counter seemed bewildered. I found that they made sandwiches and requested that they make me one. After some slightly awkward back and forth about what was to go in said sandwich, they embarked on what seemed a great journey to assemble it. At no point during the ten long minutes of sandwich making did they stop yelling at each other in Russian. It made me feel like my parents were making me a sandwich (they bicker non stop in the kitchen). I spent the time perusing the many unlikely items that they sold there. I ended up filling up a bag with random Russian candy – so maybe this was all a practiced technique to encourage me to buy more stuff. If so, it was very successful.

The bonus is that they had half sour pickles in the store, and now I know where I can buy them. They even put some in my sandwich, which was slightly better then average. I’m a sandwich snob, and proud of it.