Thursday, August 29, 2013
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Look out Hollywood, here I come
“His dancing is a cross between Philip Seymour Hoffman’s character in Boogie Nights and the serial killer in Silence of the Lambs.”
--Charles someone, from Seattle
That quote is from a man claiming to be a Father John Misty fan who was disturbed enough by what he saw to write a letter to FJM's record label, Sub Pop Records. If you've ever been to a FJM show, you know that he's absolutely correct, although I do think it's important to point out that a Buffalo Bill tuck is never involved.
It's rare these days to find someone who's an entertainer as much as he is a musician. FJM, aka Joshua Tillman, has a beautiful voice, compelling lyrics, and a stage presence that, according to one onlooker I overheard at The Glass House in Pomona, compares to that of Mick Jagger.
I suggest you expose yourself to this sparkling charisma as soon as possible. He'll be at Terminal 5 in New York on July 24th, at my favorite music venue of all time (The Cat's Cradle in Carrboro, NC, duh) on October 25th, and back in LA in November!
Until then, here are some videos, courtesy of Chris Moore, from FJM's June 22 show in Pomona, CA.
That quote is from a man claiming to be a Father John Misty fan who was disturbed enough by what he saw to write a letter to FJM's record label, Sub Pop Records. If you've ever been to a FJM show, you know that he's absolutely correct, although I do think it's important to point out that a Buffalo Bill tuck is never involved.
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| FJM at The Glass House in Pomona, CA |
I suggest you expose yourself to this sparkling charisma as soon as possible. He'll be at Terminal 5 in New York on July 24th, at my favorite music venue of all time (The Cat's Cradle in Carrboro, NC, duh) on October 25th, and back in LA in November!
Until then, here are some videos, courtesy of Chris Moore, from FJM's June 22 show in Pomona, CA.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
Don't look at the moon tonight
I was just starting to get over New York.
That's a lie. I'll never get over my first love. But I was starting to let go of my former home, just a little bit, replacing it with my new sunny one. And then I saw Cat Power's new video for "Manhattan," the eighth track off her 2012 album, Sun. I watched it once, and then a few more times, feeling a long-lasting pang of homesickness...a longing to be surrounded by tall buildings with severe facades full of history, to pass by the basketball courts at Chrystie and Houston on my way home from Whole Foods, to walk along the impossibly hard to find Doyers St. in Chinatown, to experience a subway ride from the Spring St. station with crazy dancers and mariachi bands that I endured with annoyance, but now seem quite impressive. Cat Power poetically confirmed what I already knew... anywhere else will never be, never be Manhattan.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Sometimes I'm alone, but the world is by my side
Sometimes you just know when you’re in the presence of pure, rare, unadulterated talent. You don’t have to think about the how or the why, you just know. It could be from the shivers you feel up and down your arms, or the funny feeling in your stomach. Or if you’re excessively in touch with your every sentiment, you might be alerted by the urge to cry happy tears. Or maybe that’s just really weird and I’m all alone in that sort of reaction.
The talent that caused my over-sentimentality appeared in a stranger’s lofty apartment in downtown Los Angeles, somewhere near the 4th Street Bridge. She wore combat boots and subtly sparkled black leggings under a sweet purple and plaid dress. She quietly told a room filled with polite onlookers: “I don’t know any of you so I’m not going to make it awkward by talking.” And then her hand began strumming her guitar, her quiet voice grew louder, and all of her shyness melted away as she began to sing a song called “Honest Thief.”
At the age of 13, she's the youngest solo performer to play at SXSW, and before she heads to Austin this month, Grace London played a short show in L.A. on Thursday, put on by Sofar Sounds, a neat "movement" that holds pop-up gigs in living rooms across the world. Grace London, who slightly reminds me of a blond Becca from Californication (though with a less creepy voice), has developed a distinct sound with a musical sensibility that is wise beyond her years. Her lyrics are simple, yet sophisticated, and relevant to an audience of any age group. The melodies and guitar riffs that she has created are involved and sometimes unpredictable, but catchy. If anyone were to ever doubt her ability to play the guitar, they can watch her version of Led Zeppelin's "Bron-Y-Aur Stomp," which is no easy feat.
What this young girl has accomplished in just 13 years is certainly impressive and rare. But her music isn't just great for an eighth grader. Her music is great for a human being. Any age.
Here the three other bands that followed London's performance at the Sofar show that are also worth checking out:
Portland band Aan (pronounced like 'On', not like 'Anne')
The amazing trio that makes up Yellow Red Sparks.
The Lonely Wild, which ended the night with a few lively numbers.
Labels:
Aan,
Grace London,
Show Review,
Sofar Sounds,
SXSW,
The Lonely Wild,
Yellow Red Sparks
Monday, March 4, 2013
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