Tuesday, November 29, 2005
"I want them to love me like they love 'Pac"
Way way WAYYYYY too much information. New server is all but done. New podcast will be up tomorrow (I hopes). OUT!
Monday, November 28, 2005
I've hit the wall!
Still trying to set up my new account, but the old one has hit its bandwidth limit. Everything should be back to normal but quick...promise! FC
Friday, November 25, 2005
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...paint the fence
Mr. Miagi dies at 73. Listen to
Kung Fu by The Dirtbombs (Hey! Go buy the Rekkid!)
Kung Fu is available on The Dirtbombs' Ultraglide in Black
Thursday, November 24, 2005
To all my Turkey-eatin' American pals please enjoy your day of tryptophan and football. Listen to
Thanksgiving by Loudon Wainwright III
Listen to I Thank You by Sam & Dave
The latest podcast will be up tomorrow or Monday (the girl and I are going to enjoy a well-deserved - for her at least - weekend out in the country starting tomorrow afternoon).
The live version of Thanksgiving is available on Loudo's Career Moves
You do have some Sam and Dave in your record collection don't you?
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
God Damn! You kids are diggin' that podcast. I'm getting' a wee bit hammered in the bandwidth department this month so I'm working with ye olde service provider to make sure you get the PWI you need without any interuptions. Until then...remember rightclick "Save As" on all those downloads, please! Thanks K
Two heads ARE better than one
"Uncle Keith, on TV, they say that two heads are better than one, but I don't believe them...I like having one head." My nephew, Liam Serry, Aged 5 People say The Black Keys' singer/guitar player Dan Auerbach looks like Kurt Cobain. They're right, sorta, but I think Auerbach looks a lot more like my buddy Tom Pechloff of the Ottawa band Fourth (Tommy, you better learn to play guitar!) The Keys are the first of the famous trend of power two-somes* that I've actually had the chance to see in person and their blues-rock blizkreig of La Tulipe last weekend did not disappoint. One of the first thing you notice about the Akron duo is that these guys can freaking play the SNOT out of their instruments. It should be self-evident, but it bears mentioning mostly because whenever you hear people talking about duos the phrase "they sure make a whole lot of noise for only two people" tends to slip into the conversation quite quickly. Don't get me wrong, I've been as guilty of using it as anyone else, but there's an important subtlety that's lost in the "lots of noise" assessment. Namely that it also takes a lot of thought, musicianship and creatively (oh, and don't forget soul) to put compelling art into the blank spaces forced by a stripped down lineup. Auerbach and drummer Patrick Carney fill the blank spaces with concussive, soul stirring rhythm. There's a call and response between the guitar and the kit that comes off as both aggressive and beautiful, like battling fireworks displays. In fact, the Keys' firm rhythmic foundation isn't built despite the lack of bass, but rather because there isn't a four-string in the middle of everything insistently announcing the debut of each measure. It's amped up porch music, rock and roll that answers the rhetorical question "What if Jimmy Hendrix had influenced Robert Johnson instead of the other way around?" If I had a beef with The Keys', it was that the set (which included choice selections from both of their Fat Possum releases and a cover of the Beatles She Said, She Said) seemed a little short. I could have watched Auerbach wring bright, hard, beautiful and dangerous melodies out of his guitar and throat all night. (*Can't we come up with some sort of rock writer shorthand to describe the two-person trend like we did with PowerTrios? Call them Blisterin' Bivalves or Two-headed Rock Monsters or something? Anyone?)
Monday, November 21, 2005
Going for a double (Dap) dip!
Friends, I have a confession to make. In so doing I may have to reinforce some stereotypes, but you'll believe me when I profess my desire not to offend. Ready? OK, here goes: I, Fat K Citizen, may well be the whitest human being on the planet. Clorox pale, vanilla pallid, raised in the basement beside the mushroom cellar W-H-I-T-E. Though this may not signify much, it does make one thing very certain. The FC, friends, does not dance. Not even a little bit. In fact, your correspondent's dancing moments can be charted quite clearly along with his other life-punctuating incidents of significant public embarrassment, like poorly delivered public speeches, sidewalk vomiting or cranium-cleaving hangovers. As a matter of fact, like many straight men my age, most of my dancing stories usually conclude with an incident of vomiting and/or hangover. I've concluded, therefore, that dancing may be dangerous to my health! Now, usually, this dancing aversion isn't an issue. I've already got a lovely girlfriend (no need to dance to impress the ladies) and rarely alter my mind on chemicals in public (reducing the "drunk-guy" dancing phenomenon considerably). I'm in the clear, I can continue to go to indie rock shows and stoically bob my head. On occasion I raise my stork-neck like arms several feet in the air and clap along with the drummer four times per measure. I'm comfortable in these habits. They have served me well. Leave it to Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings to rip me out of my comfort zone. The rhythm that this band lays down is compulsive, insistent and funky as hell. Sharon Jones is just under five feet and just over 100 pounds of bass-and-horn-fueled jet propulsion. The groove she and the Kings build demands a commitment. It forces you to do things you wouldn't normally be caught dead doing...toe tappin becomes necessary, ass shakin', required. As a matter of fact, if you don't dance, you might want to stay out of the front row. If, for example, you're the self-proclaimed whitest man in Montreal, and if you're standing in the front row to, say, take pictures for your music blog, Sharon Jones may take your hand and pull you on stage. You may be forced to dance in front of 400 people. Oh, the humanity. Listen to What Have You Done for Me Lately? (Hey! Buy the Rekkid!) So, knowing all that, there are several other things you should be aware of before you attend a Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings show. First, this is a band that brings excitement to a room long before they hit the stage. Sala Rosa was nearly packed Wednesday night and it seemed every person in the room was well into smiling and grooving before the show even kicked off. I can't remember the last time I was a party to such a genuine feeling of anticipation. (Memo to Blue Skies Turn Black...who was that DJ you had warming up the crowd and would s/he mind if I stole his/her entire record collection?) Second, single indie rockers stuck at boys-only hard-rock shows take note: soul music=dancing=pretty girls. Third, and most importantly, the hard work and musicianship Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings bring audiences are a gift to a generation of music-lovers who never got to see Otis Redding, Aretha Franklin or James Brown in their primes. They are a group of artists who give of their boundless talent joyfully and with the best of intentions. So, if you are in need of a good time, and if Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings are in your town, may I strongly suggest you spend your concert-going dollar and pay them a visit. Just remember to bring your dancing shoes. Pregnant Pause I'm not into starting rumours, pointing people in the direction of an interesting one, however...I'm down with that. Now that french classes are over, I guess I have to start looking for work again. Failing finding employment in the PR game (or the journalism one) I think I may just sit around on my couch drinking scotch and coming up with ideas for reality shows full time. God knows people are now stupid enough to participate in anything. ILB has come out with their latest annual listing of the Top 40 Bands in America Today. Coming soon, PWI's blatant Canadian ripoff. Looks like Jim Bryson and Hi Lo Trons have new tracks up on their Myspace pages (Jim's is excellent!) There's fandom, there's superfandom and then there's "cutting off your tackle when your team wins the big game". (best quote ever "I've always wanted kids, I guess I'll adopt.")
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Podcast Without Intercourse: Episode 7
At home you're likely asking yourself: "FC, what do Neil Diamond, Willie Nelson and the Ottawa Citizen's Peter Simpson have in common? I mean, besides commanding stage presence and impeccable tailoring?" Well, friends at home, allow me to let you know that all three of these fine folks are featured in this week's episode of ye-olde PWI Podcast. Joining Petey, Neil and the Redheaded Stranger are Immaculate Machine, MC Frontalot, The Hidden Cameras and BA Johnston. Interested? Just download'er right here or, better yet, plug: http://www.pwi.racknine.net/podcast.xml into your copy of iTunes or iPodder. Sharon Jones and Black Keys reviews are on the way.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
C'est un frappe à la Dap
Tonight, at Sala...there will be SOUL. Yes, Sharon Jones and all seven of her Dap Kings. I can barely contain the excitement! Photos and a review tomorrow, but, until then, have an audio-gander at this here chunk o' funk: Listen to Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings: Aint it Hard French classes end tomorrow too. That should result in more time for blog-writin'. You've been warned. Aint it Hard is available on Dap Dippin With Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings Pregnant Pause Mike sends this link which lets us score one point for sanity in the DRM debate. (Dear Sony, please do not punish your customers for trying to do the right thing. When we buy records, please just let us put them on our iPods!) Mr. T needs you to turn up your air conditioner. (Via ESPN dot com)
Monday, November 14, 2005
Awwwww, you shouldn't have.....
Looks like someone has nominated The Other Fifty Tracks for the (I'm sure very prestigious) Canadian Blog Awards in the Category of "Best Blog Post Series." Thanks anonymous nominator, very kind of you! Voting starts November 24th, so be sure to support your favourites (like Chromewaves for Best Culture Blog!) "You really like me"
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Halifax: Now a Fat City
Hey kids! The home of Joel Plaskett, Matt Mays, Jill Barber (oh yeah, and these guys) is now mine too (at least virtually). Yup, the good folks at Dalhousie's CKDU will now be broadcasting PWI radio every Tuesday at midnight starting this week. Listen to Love this Town by Joel Plaskett If you live in the Halifax area, give me a hollah! There is tonnes more to tell you, but due to upcoming french finals (souhaitez-moi "bonne chance") I have precious little time. More will follow next week after class is over...for reals. Pregnant Pause What track would you recommend to replace Nickelback on that new CBC National Playlist show? "Always sentimental remind me"? Call this guy the bastard son of the Numa Numa kid and the BackDorm Boys. (It's so painful I could barely watch...thanks for the link Mike).
Thursday, November 10, 2005
A Penny For My Thoughts
PWI Radio, The Podcast Without Intercourse Episode #6, featuring the wonderful and talented Black Keys has left the comfy confines of my office and is now available for a sojourn in your own personal earbuds. Download your very own personal copy here or (better yet) paste: http://www.pwi.racknine.net/podcast.xml in ye olde iTunes or iPodder. Ciao FC PS: Many thanks to Cammy for the smokin' hot track by Yellow #5: ICFCFBM
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Gotta Run, Again...
Folks, have to head east for another quick family hiatus. No concerts for me this week and probably no podcast this weekend. I'll catch up with you Monday. FC Listen to What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie (Go! Buy the Rekkid!) Pick up a copy of DCFC's Plans