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A Trifle

A Trifle. (Why yes, I do have a horse in my garden, thank you for asking.)

Posted at 11:16 on Sun, 19 Feb 2012 in category music | Comments (2)

Chicago Underground Duo

Cafe du Nord, 2/14/10.

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There's a Horse in the Hospital

Fresh beats: Winter Symphony (If you know the movie, we'll give you a sticker.)

And to close, some wise words from K. Keith:

If you just got off the plane from 42nd Street with crazy people yelling at you, and bums on the streets, and piss-filled elevators, and people upset, and traffic, and all that mess, your style isn't gonna mesh with a producer who's from a sunny meadow. Some of these producers' beats won't match what your vibe is, because they made the beats in their beautiful backyard, with a horse in their garden and poodles running around, and they can't have the same feelings as a rapper from a different part of the country. I don't want to rap over a fluffy beat from a producer who just picked flowers from his garden.

Full interview here.

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Yo La Tengo

Yo La Tengo
October 17, 2009
The Rio Theater
Santa Cruz, California

There's a big day coming...

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Green Sound

An amazing summer evening in the Marin headlands courtesy of the good folks at Project Soundwave/ME'DI.ATE.

The venue was Battery Townsley, an abandoned military installation now part of the Golden Gate National Recreation Area. The duo of Jacob Felix Heule (drums) and Kanoko Nishi (koto) started things out with a focused, deliberate "pre-show" performance. From their instruments, they coaxed gentle, primal resonances in dialogue with the wind and the sun. Meanwhile, Gregg Kowalsky had been setting up a cache of tape recorders and mysterious analog devices in the gunwell. Now, in this dark, cavernous space, he built up, slowly, but surely, a mass of dense, echoing, resonant noise.

After a short break, Heule and Nishi returned, this time getting into a tense cacophony their earlier set had only hinted at. At this point, the sun was starting to go down, the fog was rolling in, and it was getting downright chilly. Enter Danny Paul Grody, deploying guitar, voice, and an array of battery-powered delay pedals to deliver a warm, soothing, gently propulsive set that served as a perfect coda. It appeared that the birds enjoyed it as well.

Last, but not least, hot chocolate!