The Silent Barn: Kurt Vile // Part One from Ray Concepcion on Vimeo.
*Headphones are recommended for this video.
Filmed in one continuous shot on August 15, 2009 at the Silent Barn in Ridgewood, Queens.
Am a big fan of John Fahey, so it’s only natural for me to dig Vile’s melodic country blues finger picking. I don’t know the name of this song; it’ll probably be in his forthcoming record entitled “Childish Prodigy.” Hopefully it gets the studio treatment, ’cause it’s stuck in my head…”she was a tomboy, and I was a peepin’ toooom.”
If you need a good read, check this brilliant write up:
http://www.toocooltodie.com/index.php?/tctd/aotw/kurt_vile_childish_prodigy/
Three other bands played that night, including Daily Void and Birds of Maya, who kicked out the killer jams, go see their show!
www.myspace.com/dailyvoid
www.myspace.com/birdsofmayaCamera | Sound | Editing:
Ray ConcepcionSpecial Thanks to Todd P. and the Silent Barn…try the cornbread. ;)
http://www.myspace.com/kurtvileofphilly
www.myspace.com/thesilentbarn
http://www.toddpnyc.com
part two: http://www.vimeo.com/6141154
Hype isn’t always a reliable indicator of merit, but Wavves rocket launch to hipster stardom is well deserved. Lo-fi garage rock has been on the ascent for some time now, building upon a long tradition of noise rock that runs through the likes of The Dead C, Sonic Youth, and Tarantel (to name a few). While he’s hardly the first to try the mix, Nathan Williams’s sun-soaked noise rock has caught on in a big way, and it’s been blast riding this latest wave of new racket rock (e.g., Religious Knives, Pumice, Grouper, Pink Reason, and so, so many more).
Without a drummer, $2 beers, and a room full of sweaty hipsters, the music doesn’t sound quite the same. Despite these shortcomings, this VPRO solo-set is a good listen. More surprising than the missing drummer is the acoustic guitar, and crystal clear vocals. Stripped of its bristling grime, Williams’ songwriting actually sounds remarkably snuggleworthy.
“So Bored”
“Untitled” (unreleased)
“Head In the Sand”
“To the Dregs”
(cont…)
LISTEN (wma web)
http://www.vpro.nl/programma/dwars/artikelen/41504609/
Saw Wavves recently @ Market Hotel in Brooklyn. NYCTaper caught the performance. His recording better represents the typical Wavves flaming-streamers rock, if anyone’s interested.
February 5, 2009 — Group Doueh are led by the enigmatic guitar hero Bamaar Salmou, who is known simply as ‘Doueh’ (pronounced: ‘Doo-way’). They are from Dakhla, in the Western Sahara. The group’s sound is unlike anything that you’ve ever heard before. It is a sound that is rooted in the traditional foundations of Sahrawi/Hassania music, but one that is also entirely its own. It shares its roots with the neighboring styles of Mauritanian music, however Group Doueh have managed to transcend the classical limitations of that music with a fiery, independent, and avant approach that incorporates a distinctly pop and rock element that is anomalous in the region. This is a sound that can only come from the land that inspired it. This is the sound of the Sahara desert. It is a searing, meditative, and hypnotic modal sandstorm of note clusters that has been cathartic to anyone who has heard it. Group Doueh have been playing together for over 20 years. The band consists of their leader, Doueh on guitar and tinidit, his wife Halima on vocals and tbal, their son Jamal on organ, and longtime friend Bashiri also on vocals. They had declined several offers from Moroccan, French and Spanish recording labels to release their music. It was not until Sublime Frequencies, after a long search for the music landed them at the man’s house in Dakhla, that Doueh agreed to have his music released for the very first time. Sublime Frequencies & QuJunktions are proud to present Group Doueh’s first ever UK appearance and extended shows in Europe.
Alone on the stage, Grouper’s expression was noticeably rigid, an austere demeanor emphasized further by a stiff posture. Harris’s composure was set in especially stark relief by the lounging crowd, all scattered across the New Museum Theater floor, most sitting, some lying comfortably on their backs staring up at the high ceiling. Like a group of grammar-school students circling the school librarian for afternoon reading hour — only favorite pillows and colored child-size carpet-squares absent from the picture — the audience was comfortable, but completely consumed by the performance onstage.
Grouper and High Places each played an equal share of the show’s two hours, but Grouper’s long-form style made best use of that brief hour; each of Liz Harris’s individual song blended seamlessly into the next, a wealth of drones, field recordings and electronics made the transition, all layered carefully onto cassettes, and reconstructed live as wailing, spacious atmospheric pieces. When the songwriting sharpened into focus, vocals and guitar melodies draped in familiar waves of distortion and foggy tape atmospherics, Harris returned to her statuesque state of concentration. Fiddling between songs with the mixer and tape recordings, her composure eased, and the music itself even seemed to stretch its legs, to avoid becoming too tightly wound. Abstract visuals, ranging from a chilly black and white kaleidoscope to dark, to low exposure nighttime campfire recordings occupied the sizable movie-screen behind New Museum Theater stage. These simple images nicely complemented Grouper’s cold, atmospherics, never robbing much attention from the music.
Grouper has made a handful of appearances in New York City over recent months. My recount of the night’s events give the impression Grouper sounded or looked uptight, but to the contrary, her performance was confident, and sounded spot on.
High Places own hipster pop-tropicana was undoubtedly more suited to that weekend’s unseasonably warm weather, a welcome musical pairing with the unexpected mid-February siesta. The duo’s stage presence and live sound was engaging. The crowd stood for the duo’s performance, crowding tightly up to the knee-high stage for their performance. While High Places seemed more suited to the New Museum’s Get Weird lineup, their boistrous sound was a poor fit for the basement theatre space. New Museum’s theatre space is hardly an optimal space for a typical concert, it’s bland open spaces and rear seating area more suited ambient, or queit listening, rather than the lively, romping sort of tunes Robert Barber and Mary Pearson play.
Despite the venue’s sterility, the pair put on an impressive performance. Their 2008 proper release never struck me as especially memorable, but the live performance made clear just what everyone’s been raving about all this time. Barber stayed focused on his drum machine, thwacking away at the programmed steel drum and twiddling with mixer knobs, while Mary Pearson harmonized over the beats and a played along variety off odd noisemakers.
With the recent retreat of Tribeca’s Knitting Factory to Brooklyn, and the 2007 demise of the Lower East Side’s experimental music landmark Tonic, there are precious few modest sized retreats left in Manhattan for the likes of Grouper and High Places. Aside from John Zorn’s The Stone, multi-purpose spaces like the New Museum’s basement theater provide a splendid opportunity for experimental music to flourish outside of Brooklyn. Critically acclaimed musicians attract a nice mix of NYU undergrads, hipsters and enthusiasts, but are probably unsuited for Bowery Ballroom and Webster Hall sized venues for the time being.
The Get Weird series has been up and running for around a year now, and constantly booking an impressive variety of artists and styles. I’d say the Get Weird concert space would be better suited to the likes of Alva Noto and Grouper than High Places and Akron/Family, but it’s hard to be too dissapointed when a high quality venue keeps attracting such an interesting lineup of artsits.
Shogun Kunitoki: Riddarholmen from Sami Sänpäkkilä on Vimeo.
From the upcoming Shogun Kunitoki: Vinonaamakasio FR-62 CD/LP released in March 2009
www.shogunkunitoki.com / www.fonal.com
Directed and edited by Sami Sänpäkkilä
Dearest blog, sorry for the neglect. Those weeds will be cleared out shortly.
This podcast is a collection of simple pleasures, some old and some still with that new car smell. Thick, sticky electronic taffy, creamy, dripping indiefolks, and garage-brew cotton candy make (I hope) for a well-timed wintertime treat.
My Career in Radio
by Garrison KeillorI’m a radio man for thirty-some years
In St. Paul, an old variety show
Like those I used to hear, my dears,
When I was a child long ago.
To critics, my show is peppered
With little bits of Bob & Ray,
Jack Benny, and Jean Shepherd,
But those critics are dying (Hooray!)
And to twenty-year-olds who were born
Too late to hear the great Fred Allen
I am the master of the form,
Sailing the airwaves like Magellan.
If a thief escapes and is not hung
He may be honored by the young.(Garrison Keillor’s new collection, Sonnets, 1983-2008, was just published by Common Good Books.)
image: Josie’s Coney Island Nightmare (cinema 1914) (Flickr Commons, NYPL)
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