Self-promotion is good promotion. Sometimes, it’s late promotion.
Tonight: Bottleworks, 8 – 11 p.m.
Tomorrow: Royale, 10 p.m. – 1:30 a.m.
Friday, April 30, Halo: 10 p.m. – 3:00 a.m.
Plus tomorrow’s edition of Silver Tray, noon – 2 p.m.
The spoils of Record Store Day shall be revealed.
“Barbarella…”
First of all, I hope you are enjoying this day, my favorite holiday of the entire year. To date, no one demonstrably screwed with me, in any serious way, but I hope there’s at least a mild incident of chicanery before midnight. Here’s to you, my friends, in all your devious schemings! Happy April Fool’s Day!
Also, I’d be remiss in not wishing myself something for this holiday. Perhaps you could set aside a few dollars for KDHX during this spring season? If so, these shows can use your love:
Thursday, April 1, 2-4: The Record Sto’ (shotgunning for Doug Morgan)
Friday, April 2, 12-2: Silver Tray (joined by everybody’s pal, Rob Levy)
Thursday, April 8, 7-9: Nomadic Reverie (hanging with the lovely and talented Miss Grace)
Friday, April 9, 12-2: Silver Tray (with World’s Coolest Human, Ann Haubrich)
Thanks for the consideration. And, again, happy holiday!
Oh, baby.
Thursday, 5-8 p.m.: The Royale (with Clownvis Presley!)
Thursday, 9 p.m.-midnight: The Bottleworks (first gig there)
Friday, noon-2 p.m.: KDHX 88.1 fm (last week before spring drive)
Friday, 10 p.m.-1:30 a.m.: The Royale (nothing clever to note here)*
* Ah, the fluidity of life, indeed. Jim Utz will be spinning this Friday and I’ll pick up his spin on Friday, April 2.
Cycling off the drug Coumadin (aka Warfarin) right now, so forgive any jumpies or jitteries in this post. Or just in life, generally, as the constitution’s in a bit of an agitated state. So, let’s see if writing clears the cobwebs. We’ll consider this the mass comm edition of the 13 series.
Facebook, St. Louis Hoosiers: Suppose it was a matter of time for a hoosiers page to crop up on Facebook. Suppose that I’m also slightly jealous in not having thought of it.
New crush on old band I, The Attack: Learn up on ’em.
New crush on old band II, Bubble Puppy: Learn up on ’em, too.
New crush on new band, Sleepy Kitty: Where you been hidin’ on me?
Crispin Glover, “Alice in Wonderland”: How is it possible that director Tim Burton worked with Glover and somehow removed the weirdness? And is that in any way a good thing?
When kids kill, “Kick Ass”: Hadn’t heard of the comic. Had only just heard of the film. But when free tickets are dangled, you gotta say “yes.” Now, the story was amusing, the visuals were awesome and the overall vibe was fun, but… seeing 11-year-old’s go on violent (if fictional) killing sprees? At least a bit uncomfortable with that. Gosh, I might be turning into a social conservative!
Meditation advice, Thomas Duckworth’s: Let’s say that you’ve just watched a film of wanton killing. Or you’re cycling off of a drug. Or you just need to calm your ass down a bit. Tune in, click on, space out.
Worst eight-minutes of the year, “Old Dog, New Trick” Q/A session: Last weekend, Jon Scorfina and I were treated to a sold-out show at the Savoy, an old movie theatre turned into a banquet, in the heart of NoCo. The audience chatted and laughed through the film, bursting into applause anytime a recognizable name or face was mentioned. Then came the Q/A with Jon and I, at which point… no one wanted to say anything. It’s been a bit of time since I stood on a stage, bathed in lights, staring out at a sea of people with nothing to say back. Luckily, John Nieman, of KSHE book fame, was able to chat things up a bit before we pulled the plug on the segment and allowed Steve Scorfina to get back to rockin’. To say those few minutes were a painfully awkward bit of time would be understatement. Thankfully, laughter heals all.
The World Cup, Der Mannschaft: It’s time to get serious about World Cup preparations. Test me in a week/two on German tendencies, lineups, formations and substitution patterns. And, after this summer’s event, I am officially renouncing and giving it on the game. Just to put that out there.
Membership drives, KDHX: April 1-11. Oh. My.
BBC.co.uk featurettes, Julia Smillie: Golly, I know somebody who’s an all-world blogger!
Deaths, Angelo Poffo: Wayne St. Wayne just informed me that Angelo Poffo, pops to wrestlers “Leaping” Lanny Poffo and Randy “Macho Man” Savage has passed. A grappler, himself, he died at the ripe age of 84. This type of knowledge isn’t passed around every day, by just anyone.
Videos, Quail and Egg Show on natto: To come full circle, I’m looking for natural substitutes for anti-coagulants and the Japanese sticky paste natto is apparently The Good Stuff. Came across a video about natto today and I feel the need to share, not as much for the actual content (which I find quite delightful), but for the fact that there’s no topic not covered in a whimsical three-minutes on the web:
Which is the most distressing?
Option One. Sometimes you just wind up at Pop’s. Let’s say you wind up at Pop’s on a Friday night, get nodded through security, enter the room, then suddenly realize you’re in a Badfish: A Tribute to Sublime concert? Bad enough, right? But the real rub is that there’re at least 800, if not more, raging 21-year-olds enjoying every freakin’ note. Wow. Distressing. But as distressing as…?
Option Two. John Cusack is starring in a film called “Hot Tub Time Machine”. How post-everything can it be really be?
So exciting, to be featured in this video!
Typing this up at Mangia Italiano, with about a half-dozen people absent-mindedly watching the Super Bowl on a single, 12-inch screen. It’s as if the technological advancements of the past two-decades have never occurred. How refreshing.
Supposing that it was bound to happen eventually, but seeing old clips on The Unconscious and Pale Divine, from Spotlight’s 1987-88 time period, is rather jarring. Facebook is the great giver of goodness, yet I’m still resistant to reading two-decade-old clips. May as well just accept the arrival of the next historical curiosity.
And speaking of Facebook (and Mangia)… Wayne St. Wayne on Facebook? I’m checking the skies.
Testimony to lameness: Find out about the movie “The Room.” Purchase copy of same via Amazon. Plan to show the film at some type of get-together, or party. Delay actually planning party. Realize that The Tivoli is now going to show it as as a midnight movie. Consider that the film’s been on the shelf for a half-dozen months. Feel lame.
To channel all those writers who pretend to channel Larry King: there is no finer energy drink that Rock Star Original with Ginseng.
Looking for a good rock doucumentary? Recommended: “Joe Strummer: The Future is Unwritten.”
Urban exploration, photography and social consciousness through alternative sales of art. Oh, no, that’s not of interest. Dave Jordano’s at Chanute AFB are particularly catchy to these eyes.
Not diggin’ “Weeds.”
JK Publishing in St. Louis. Anybody know ’bout this?
And how d’ya change a battery for a remote mouse?
Also: if you’ve decided to eat fish and seafood, how severe is the jump to including duck, alligator and nutria? All have aquatic moments. Talk me off this slippery slope I’m sliding on down, please.
If you’ve not had a chance to see the website CreativeSaintLouis.com, or have not peeked at it recently, please check in. Four weeks’ worth of blog postings later, no deadlines missed, lots of interesting people, places, things highlight. More to come on this topic later in the week.
Recently posted up a YouTube clip of The Incurables playing live on “Silver Tray.” Thought of some recent sets when doing and recalled the amusement of some weeks back, being able to sing along to every word of “Bed” by New World Spirits. Won’t lie. They were never “my band” back in the day, but I respected their work ethic and passionate fans. Years later, the same sound’s there, to a T, despite relatively few rehearsals. And the lyrics? Well, I guess I listened to The Point a little back then.
I need one. Really, really need one.
If only for the “toy camera app.”
I could then add the iPhone to my collection of unused tech baubles, like a reconditioned PXL 2000 camera, a cheap-o Aiptek videorecorder, a Flip Mino, a pair of cameras bought during an Office Depot going-out-of-business sale and an unused Holga. There must be more, let me go look…
The video’s just a video, but there’s some trenchant social commentary in the feedback section, as you’d expect. (Having filled an entire trash bag this morning with a half-block’s litter, I’m not sure I wouldn’t mind a little lebensraum between houses on the Sou’Side.) View and read and weep.