Letting go and trying out this new thing called listening to what I like(d), for once.

Over the last week I've been treating myself to a sort of "summer break" wherein I listen to older music on my phone instead of feeling like I should spend most of my time ingesting newly released music.* I throw things on shuffle and allow myself to revisit past feelings and rediscover old forgotten favorites. I know, that sounds pretty normal to most, but it's super self-indulgent for me.

Every once in a great while a song comes up that hasn't stood the test of time (and gets removed during the next iTunes/tankPHONE sync), but mostly this has meant I've had a few solid days of wallowing in songs I already knew I liked. And there are a few songs that are like warm, reassuring blankets that I had forgotten about, but know now I can turn to I moments when they'll do the most good.

One of those warm blanket songs that also happens to rock is "Don't Cry" by The Sweet Serenades. The tune was on the Swedish band's 2023 album Everything Dies, and when it played while I was on the road to Wisconsin last weekend, its power came rushing back at me, and I questioned how I could have ever forgotten about this tune!

Wrap yourself up in this cozy rocker.

*O.K., I did listen to the new album from the Mountain Goats. But I can't talk about that for months. Other than giving into that digression, I have otherwise kept up a regular diet of "old faves" for at least the last week.

It just goes on and on and on and on and...

I saw Backrooms over the weekend and enjoyed it. I do love that an incredibly young creator is being given the opportunity to make the jump from online video to the big screen, but if you’ve listened to any interviews with Backrooms creator/director Kane Parsons you understand that he was more than ready for that leap.

As far as transitioning an online series to the big screen, this is a genuine success. I know nothing of the online mythology (which is apparently deep) but Parsons made the right choice to focus on the space and experience over building a cinematic universe (yet).

To an older brain like mine the plot comes across as a mish-mash of books like House Of Leaves and Horrorstör, so while the premise didn’t seem particularly “new” to me, seeing those kinds of spaces brought to life was a bit thrilling. Perhaps the oddest thing was seeing the alternate spaces created by Backrooms and finding them less scary and more cool than I probably should’ve.

To those still interested but on the fence because they keep hearing how scary Backrooms is; it’s less scary than you think, there is almost no visual violence, and I personally found the he overall vibe more meditative than stressful. I’d catch this in a theater while you can, but I also think it will work well on the smaller screen since size and scale are less important than snackable spaces in Parsons’s visual approach.

Welcome back (briefly), Stephen Colbert!

Less than 24 hours after his Late Night sign off, Stephen Colbert popped back up on Michigan public access television to guest host Only In Monroe. With musical director Jack White. And other special guests. And an IRL dumpster fire.

 It was a perfect coda to an emotional week. And you know what? It also felt like a little gift from Colbert to everyone who has perhaps worried about him since it signals he's going to be just fine.

Now if only  I only been paying more attention on the labels on the power boxes (pictured above) during his Late Night series finale...

Good night, Stephen Colbert.

Stephen Colbert has left the late night landscape, and it is a huge loss for all of us. If you didn't watch his full, uncut "Worst of The Late Show" episode, earlier this week spotlighting much of his talented staff, I highly recommend watching the entire thing.

And in last night's series finale, Stephen explored metaphysics and commiserated with his Strike Force Five compatriots.

And the final moments of the finale were so fully "Stephen Colbert" it left me sobbing, and laughing, and feeling all the warm fuzzies.

Bongo dongo, y'all.

The kids are alright.

When we were recently in New York, one of the more delightful surprises was stumbling across the Escanaba Marching Band (from the UP!*) playing a truly enjoyable lunchtime performance at the Naumburg Bandshell in Central Park. It was so entertaining, and the song selections were so satisfying, we stuck around for their entire set. Their rendition of Ozzy Osbourne's "Crazy Train" was a particular highlight for me (even if I missed the very beginning of it with the entire ensemble vocalizing the "Ay! Ay! Ay!" intro in a most excellent manner).

*That's the Upper Peninsula in Michigan for you non-Midwesterners.
 

Sweaty, funky soul.

Photo by Whitney Pelfrey

While it’s true I did clear The Note of the more adult contemporary funk and jazz groups that played there prior to my stint as talent buyer, it’s also true that I love both funk and jazz music, particularly the styles that feel closer to the ground and gritty versus the glossier flavors of those genres. 

One funk band I did book frequently while I was there was Sugarman 3, a sax- and organ-driven trio that delivered what I considered in the early aughts to be “real funk.”* Their shows were always something I looked forward to, and I enjoyed working with them. 

The organist from the Sugarman 3, Adam Scone, currently plays in Parlor Greens, another trio mining old school soul and channeling it into the modern era while embracing many of the sonic (and production) indicators that hang off the music more like dripping sweat than reflecting a glossy sheen.

Parlor Greens recently dropped their sophomore album Emeralds and I found it creeping back into my listening rotation more often that I expected, which means it's probably pretty dang good and worth sharing with you. Lemme know if I'm right,

*This is a very subjective measure, to be sure.

How sweet it was!

Photo by me.

I’ve seen Bob Mould dozens of times (and we were once blogroll buddies waaaay back in the early aughts) and I love all his solo work. But if you asked me which of the non-solo bands he’s been in that meant the most to me, you might be surprised that I’d pick Sugar over Hüsker Dü, and I never got a chance to see Sugar over their far too short (but jam-packed) early-'90s run. 

When it was announced Sugar was getting back together for the first time in 30 years and playing Webster Hall I knew I just had to go. At the time, only 4 shows had been announced, 2 in New York and 2 in London, and after a few nail-biting minutes of connectivity issues I secured my tickets to night 2 of Webster Hall and decided to make a whole vacation to New York out of it. (Hence the relative silence here for the last week. Betcha were worried I’d dropped off posting again, but never fear, I’m here to stay!)

The show was amazing. The setlist was nigh perfect (though I would've died on the spot had the played "Needle Hits E" but maybe that'll be a later tour thing...). And night 2 seems to have been the right choice, since the first night sounded like it was a teensy bit less ferocious, and night 3 (added later on) featured numerous guest stars (that would have annoyed the hell out of me…it was a nice gesture but I would’ve been pissed to see other people singing Sugar songs in stead of Bob and Dave. But that’s a “me” thing; everyone else seemed super stoked.)

And Webster Hall was awesome! Great staff, we had tickets in a great section of the balcony with a riser, so I had plenty of personal space and an excellent sight line. No complaints, would absolutely go there again. Hilariously, the VIP section probably saw less of the show that we did, despite being closer to the front of the room, if that tells you anything. 

Here's the night 2 show-closing "If I can't Change Your Mind" just for a taste.

Please feel free to check out a few photos and other videos I took at the show over on Instagram and you can get an even better taste of what it was like. 

And if Sugar is coming your way sometime this year, jump on those tickets!

Love love LOVE Lavalove!

 

I had planned on doing a Quick Spins today over at Third Coast Review, but since next Friday is Bandcamp Friday I decided to hold off until then. This album from Lavalove will be in that roundup, but I couldn't wait another second to shout out its glories and share it with you in hopes that it improves your weekend by about 110%. When I first listened to this I hadn't read the press release or looked at the photos that it came with and had no idea what to expect. From the opening riff this album sheared off my eyebrows and resulted in uncontrollable and joyous bouncing around. May it have the same effect on you.

Looking through their past tour dates it appears they've stuck mostly to the West Coast and have never played Chicago, but I'm crossing my fingers that changes soon because I need to see this band live.

Continuing the marathon, slowing the pace.

Every once in a while I feel like I should be more in it, y’know. For decades my life was pretty non-stop, keeping me kinda in the “center” of a lot of different worlds/lives. 

If the pandemic hadn't happened would I still be living that kind of life? It seems exhausting to me now, but one of the reasons I was able to keep up that pace is because I never paused. I always, relentlessly, moved forward and outward. And, between you and me, I suspect that sustained pace might have killed me had I not pulled back so drastically. Or, more accurately, had I not had the unavoidable opening to pull back so drastically.

The last few years have been more focused on figuring out where I can still make a difference or influence folks, while making plenty of room for the younger, newer voices to take prominence. I have a ton to share but it's no longer my "job" to try and direct discourse at all levels like I once endeavored to do.

And it's not lost on me that even my most mellow states of existence still can feel like sitting next to jet engine to some. It's all relative, y'know?

So, while very once in a while I feel like I should be more in it, I know that the answer to that feeling is a definitive "no." And that's a-OK.

Clicking through and trying to dodge the curtain of sentimentality.

I was cleaning some things up on ye olde site, testing the links in the left nav (if you're on desktop) and clicked through to the music I was listening to (and by extension, probably frequently DJing with) in 2004 and man oh man if that wasn't a really great year for music. It is a bit odd to read me being so snarky at points—I don't steer clear of negative takes but in the years that have passed it has often seemed less productive to knock down or steer folks away from an album when I'm far more interested in steering people to listen good bands I think they have a good chance of enjoying.

And wow, did 2004 have a lot to enjoy.

A healthy slice of Chicago concert history is waiting for you to devour it.

Every couple of months another news outlet or two discovers the growing archive of online concert recordings made in Chicago by longtime taper Aadam Jacobs. This is a good thing! I have often run into Aadam at shows, and his collection is vast, offering tons of well known bands in earlier days and in smaller venues, while also providing a nice slice of local talent that perhaps never hit it big, but were still important parts of our ever evolving music scene. 

There's a couple shows I booked at various venues in there, and even a few from my time as talent buyer at The Note have even started to show up!* (You can hear The Note sets from America's #1 Sweetheart before I joined the band, Wes Hollywood in his imperial phase, or a raucous The Amazing Kill-O-Watts show. I'm hoping the Yum Yum show I booked eventually shows up too, since Sweetheart and Wes recordings were from that show as well.)

Also, I've been looking for this Pavement show I saw at Double Door for forever! Plus that first Empty Bottle Polyphonic Spree show was pretty great so I look forward to listening to that too.* 

Anyway, if you want to hoover up tons of great concerts from Chicago coursing through the '90s and aughts, prepare to gorge yourself!

And if you'd like to know more about the archival project overall, this is a great place to start.

*Quite honestly, I took seeing Aadam show up at The Note back as a sign I was on the right track, booking good music, and successfully broadening the venue's appeal enough to bring in the previously skeptical rock and indie crowds...

**I just dug up an old post to make sure I had the date right and in it I mention "I'm in love with the choir girl with the dark straight hair." and I wonder who that was?! And I reviewed the show here!

I'm feeling this weather (and this tune).

A scene from today's lunchtime excursion.

The latest episode of Invincible has a song that straddles the line between darkly driving and sunshine percolation playing over a montage that immediately grabbed me. I looked it up thinking it was brand new and it turns out it's a catchy little number by Oliver Tree and Whethan (a Chicago producer?!)from 2019. How did I miss something so poppy and right up my alley involving at least one person from Chicago?!*

I just got back from a lovely lunchtime walk, and I couldn't stop thinking how much this tune would have served as the perfect soundtrack to it. So give it a listen** and feel free to deploy as frequently as needed as spring continues to lengthen ints tenuous hold on sunshine and warm breezes.

Oliver Tree · Oliver Tree & Whethan - Do You Feel Me?

*The answer to this is probably that 2019 was a weird year for me, and I spent a good portion of it trying to socially disconnect which also meant removing me from much music-scene mingling, so I probably wasn't on as sharpened a search for music, especially local music, than usual.

**I had a devil of a time finding an embeddable version, hence the Soundcloud player. I did track down an MP3 to buy for myself though.

Hearkening back to the days of single blog posts containing multiple topics in sorta capsule form!

We saw Hundreds Of Beavers—a movie I have already gushed over in this space—on the big screen last night for the first time! The Davis Theater in Chicago participated in the International Beaver Day screenings that were peppered across the U.S. and the movie played to a pretty packed house!

Those of us that arrived pretty early were treated to different educational films from decades past about beavers and it set the perfect tone for the movie to come.

Stunningly, when polled by the cinema's program director before the showing it seemed many people there had never seen the movie, and most of those people admitted they had no idea what to expect. Which made for a wonderful experience as were submerged in honest, surprised laughter for much of the screening.

If you haven't seen this movie yet, you are really just letting yourself down by this point. And if you have a chance to see it with a lot of people on a big screen RUN (do not walk) to secure a ticket!

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I recently went to renew my registration for the car I bought last year and discovered it needed an emissions test. The next day the mail delivered the letter to renew my license but told me I had to do it in person and take a vision test. At first, I spun out for a half a second, bemoaning all the time these activities would take, wondering how to fit them into my already pretty busy schedule during the week.

Little did I understand how much these tasks have changed since I last owned a car in the late aughts!

I took care of my emissions test last Friday, taking a full day off work to make sure I had plenty of time to do so.* The closest center was a 15-minute drive away and ... I spent less than 5 minutes there because they were so dang efficient!**

As for the license, you now need an appointment for pretty much anything at any DMV around here, and due to a glitch in the computer system it would only offer me a single day and time slot: 7:30 a.m. today. So, I snagged that time, preferring to get this renewal done ASAP. I arrived at 7:20 a.m., ended up being first in line (until I wasn't***), and was all done and back out the door by 7:45 a.m.! And every single employee I interacted with was a pleasure to encounter. Pro tip? If you keep a smile on your face, a pleasant tone to your voice, and interact with other people as co-equal human beings, they tend to treat you incredibly well!****

I know I can project a persona that can be pretty forceful or aggressive when the situation specifically calls for it, but in my daily life I've tried to default to keeping a slight smile at the corners of my lips and eyes, and let the more sing-song aspects of my voice play over the more direct tones, and it really does make a difference. Not only does it seem to make other people's days better, it also does do a nice job of setting an internal tone that radiates out from me, making my own day far more enjoyable.

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Well, hey! Gotta go now, but also wanted to leave you with something to brighten your day. So, check out "Same," off Courtney Barnett's new album Creature Of Habit, below. The album in general seems to be an embrace of a lighter and poppier approach overall by Barnett, and "Same" is the song I find myself playing over and over and over and ... you get the idea. Enjoy!

*Don't worry, I had other errands to get done that day too. Including picking up a piece of Penny Pinch art I bought at his Dutch Auction a few weeks ago (and I love it so much)!

**And my car passed with flying colors.

***When they opened the doors I thought they wanted us to ascend the long twisting ramp we were lined up by, and halfway up that ramp I saw everyone behind me just went up the short set of stairs next to the ramp. Don't worry, I found it hilarious and had a nice time laughing at myself.

****I gleaned from a few employees that they were unused to dealing with people who were pleasant to them. 

People should be a lot more excited that we're going to the moon again!

Artemis II crew photo by NASA/Josh Valcarcel

Sure, the news has picked up on it today, but NASA launching a rocket to orbit the moon for the first time since 1972 is huge! Is it because we're not landing on the moon that people seem less than impressed by this? Do people even understand what a huge achievement it is every time human bodies venture further beyond our planet? Me? I am very excited! Good luck to all the astronauts and I am so jealous of what they'll get to experience and so grateful they're brave enough to undertake a massive road trip. 

Who do you think is in charge of "road" games and dispensing treats every hundred miles?*

UPDATED 4/2: It was amazing!

*Those 100-mile treats were a mainstay of my own family's countless road trips since every vacation we took as I was growing up involved traveling great distances in our largest family car at the time.

There is so much to fall in love with out there.

Photo by Sebastian Buzzalino

I stumbled across Daniel Romano's prodigious output over the pandemic and he had me hooked from the start. For a while there, Romano was releasing music so quickly, and hopping genres so frequently, you never knew what to expect from him, but what you got was always engrossing. 

Romano's last few albums have started to hone his rawkier, poppier elements while mixing Crazy Horse instrumental looseness with tightening Tom Petty-esque melodies. His latest album Preservers Of The Pearl is credited to only The Outfit, and stands as Romano's most collaborative effort yet, granting a deeper dimension as what was once a musical nom de plume has morphed into a fully functioning democratic band.

I share this album with you because it's really good. But I also share it as an example of what happens when you actively remain open to new bands. If I recall, I stumbled across Romano being mentioned in another review, liked the comparison or description of his morphing sounds at the time, went to check out his Bandcamp page, and discovered there was a treasure trove of music there that was still growing at a fantastic pace. 

There was an entire musical universe out there that was ready for me to fall in love with by chance, and if that's true here, then the number of musical universes tailor made for me (or you!) to fall in love with is staggering. Any time I think I've "heard it all" I remind myself that there are an infinite number musical galaxies out there that I could fall in love with if I only found them. And the only way to do that is to keep actively searching.

The search is never over; it will never, ever be complete. But for now, take a breather, take in The Outfit, and then use that as a springboard for your next search.

Closet Cases of the Hardware Wars Nerd Kind.

As the mists of time slowly drew apart as cable television burned its way into our hearts in the late '70s and early '80s, there were a series of short films most of us were exposed to. My recollection is that these were time fillers, used as a buffer between movies when the prior film's run time didn't't land on a convenient hour or half-hour mark.* 

Sometimes these were promo or behind-the-scenes featurettes for either already-popular or soon-to-be-released movies, and other times they were just short, entertaining standalone films plucked from festival or late-night film circuits and the like. The crowning titans of this latter version of wave-fillers were easily the spoofs of 2 recent science fiction movies that had captured the hearts and minds of the public, and were easy targets for a MAD Magazine style spoof. To those of you that remember, these will be incredibly familiar. And to those of you for whom the era I just described sounds like its own brand of "science fiction" ... well you are in for a treat.

I present to you, Hardware Wars and Closet Cases of the Nerd Kind!**

Take a breath, and then keep going!

*Funny to think of it, but we were beholden to cable TV's schedule, and not the other way around. 

**And yes, these are both available on DVD nd yes, of course I just recently added them my permanent collection since the VHS tapes that were my prior "storage system" have proven difficult to find.*** Also, Hardware Wars has a remarkably large set of extra features and additional films that I have yet to make my way through, but am eager to dig into.

***And yes, I showed these to Nora a few days ago and she had never heard of either short film yet walked away amused by both (to varying degrees) so I know they still hold up!

Happy new Robyn day!

Photo of Robyn by me.

It's been 8 long years since we last got a full-length Robyn album. That changed today with the release of Sexistential! 

I'm still making my way through the album and doin't want to share too many initial thoughts with you about it yet; it's been a busy Friday and I didn't want it to be background music the first time I played it. But I couldn't let its release go by unheralded either! I mean, I knew it was coming but had honestly forgotten it was coming today! And hoo boy do I need something like this after the week I've had. 

Ready to dance with me? Let's go!

Gorillaz scale new heights and vibes on 'The Mountain.'

Phot by me, from a long-ago Gorillaz tour.

I’ve been a fan of Gorillaz since the days of digging through the bins at Virgin or Tower in 2001 to get the first CD singles the band released. Back then they were often cheekily described by the music press as Damon Albarn’s attempt at a new millennial Archies. This was obviously an overly simplistic view given the band is still going strong 25 years later, but while the earlier albums seemed to have poppier singles and more cohesive themes, the last couple releases have played more like worldly dance parties or collected vibes. And their latest release The Mountain definitely falls into the vibes over “potential hits” camp. And I think that’s OK! Albarn clearly relishes his role as a bandleader unrestricted by any single genre, and has enjoyed slathering on the guest artists and co-contributors to his songs under the Gorillaz moniker. I might miss some of the quirkier sounds that turned into hits, but I’ll take the consistently rewarding sound baths we’ve gotten in recent years and happily submerge myself in them.

It did pop into my head during Gorillaz’s first appearance on Saturday Night Live a few weeks ago that most Gorillaz fans probably don’t know who Albarn is, even as the group grows only more popular with each release. And I did wonder how many sharp-eyed folks unfamiliar with the people in the band saw the promo clips for that episode featuring Alban and Gorillaz co-creator Jamie Hewlett, and then wondered why Hewlett wasn't on stage for the live sets. That made me giggle a little.

Lollapa-yawn.

I do not envy folks that have had to cover the Lollapalooza lineup announcement over the last couple of years. I attended and/or covered the festival through pretty much every iteration from 1991 until 2019—so I do have fond feelings for Lollapalooza. And once upon a time the lineup announcement really was a fun thing to cover, with everyone jockeying to get their unique take on it out first and drive the conversation. Believe it or not, for a while the bill was actually deep, varied, and filled with quality acts.

These days most media sites basically rehash the press release and print the lineup verbatim on the day it's released. But the folks I feel sorry for are the ones who feel they need to put a positive spin on it, or treat the unveiling as if there is anything of actual interest to see there, which wouldn’t be an issue if the lineups were not so consistently underwhelming these days. If you see a superlative in a headline about a Lollapalooza lineup announcement, it’s a good sign that person (or their publication) is more interested in ensuring their access than they are about actually writing honestly about the music.

And on the fan end of the spectrum, every year I do see some old Lolla-heads trying to point out the handful of interesting acts on the undercard as some sort of defense, but once Lollapalooza expanded to 4 days there is simply not enough quality music on that bill to fill all that time. And telling me there’s one or two interesting acts each day doesn’t seem to support the price of even a single-day ticket, much less one that covers the full extended weekend.

I'm not gonna harsh anyone's mellow who just wants an excuse to party for 4 days in the middle of the summer in downtown Chicago, but let's stop pretending Lollapalooza has any kind of real cultural cache, or even the faintest ties to the underground of interesting musical acts from whence it sprung.

Upon realizing one has not been forgotten.

Since the pandemic and my withdrawal from much of the social activities I participated in, I have at times started to feel like a forgotten person. I spent a long time being a reasonably prominent voice in both the real and digital worlds, but am also aware that maintaining that kind of role means you can never slow down. And I have most certainly slowed down.

Over the weekend I quietly facilitated a nice thing on Threads while trying to remain in the background, only to discover my name mentioned numerous times by a wide variety of people as the Thread went a little viral (in a very positive sense). And I admit, it felt good. It reminded me that there is still a large group of people who do remember me, and seem to do so in a positive sense. 

I don't need to be talked about constantly or even frequently, but it's nice to know I'm remembered fondly. And apparently still have a little bit of pull, to this day.