hott...my friend luke think's there's a brian chippendale look a like thing going on here in the dusty den of providence, and by the judging of the ridiculous loft shows full of functional, artistic and meagerly fed folks that constitute my anti-social sphere, i might be inclined to agree. this boy 'kites' that i saw on thursday def. goes there somewhere - he was strapped down with wires like a metallic scarecrow, screaming into his amp and dancing like a polecat in the jazz scene of funny face. also dished - the young people, who i was told i'd like, at as220 - very ackward and non-experimental (aka, just like the decent little album) and the girl intimidating and or nervous, not really going for it like i admired as a recorded effort.

recent thoughts - a silence rock band (in opposition to noise rock, which is the opposition to music rock?), a band whose sole influence is 'baby's on fire' from here come the warm jets, the relative worth of indie pop???

also- lost in translation...coppola's high school sketch book/mix tape of daydream fantasies. a) make out with...bill murray? b) watch a traditional japanese wedding in a beautiful garden c) get kevin shields to write me new material for my dumb movie then use it as exit music

the world would be better for me if i didn't even know who larry t was

here's more inane Radiohead machinery because as the Pink Floyd of our generation, they really do warrent endless stoned out pontification.

On Sunday, I saw Brown's magnificent organ. The cute, be-bowtied David Briggs played the requisite Bach and some nominally interesting romantic music, along w/ some Fantasia crap, before launching into a wonderful improvisation based on a really lame Ode To Brown that had been sealed up for 100 years. The sound was rather thin and rattled but still wonderful -- I love how the organ's sound billows like an invisible cloud through the room. The reedy melodies are just a tease for those big breath chords. Is there any way to hear the organ w/o sacred thoughts? Messiaen tried but seemed to only get it right when the sound is a wash (Radiohead seemed to think so).

Just got assigned an interview with Belle&Sebastian for Venus. Should be interesting since, well, Isabel doesn't really cut it as the 'female musician' but they are all about gender fluidity so...

A fellow ethno grad loaned me some of his favorite CDs - I've been listening to S.Wonder's Talking Book and the godforsaken Abraxas LP of the three. I am a huge sucker for "I Believe (When I Fall In Love It Will Be Forever)" but I can't get into the more sparse ballads. As for Santana...I can't fucking stand it. The blues/jazz/rock thing (plus the party down cowbell) is how California went wrong in 1970. I can just see Hunter S. sitting there, watching the tide roll back with "Black Magic Woman" playing in the background.

last night - the providence civic center, aka the stinky punk loft of many shows - had a great little thing with friends forever. stood outside in the cool evening with about sixty people watching these three play out of their vw bug van while lasers and pyrotechics poured out in to the sky. did i mention the bubble machine? the difference between a 'good' noise band and a 'bad' noise band is immediately obvious but hard to define. first word - tight- but then again, sloppy can be wonderful - je to chaos? as they'd say in the cz. then there are the costumes, the confrontation, the performance, the performance art, the gear, the beat/lack there of, the loudness/intensity, use of space, amount of time playing...

in other news, i bought all the brainiac albums off of half.com so don't even bother looking. god i miss that band and enon just doesn't cut it for me -- too tame.

there's something terribly wrong and godforsaken about the new belle and sebastian album. it matches the worst parts of elephant 6 psych big band with overwrought twee and...later byrds' production. icck.

am making a mix for my 'music and modern life' class which i like to think of as going back into the 'mod life' once a week for 2.5 hrs. the theme is 'dirty pop' based on the v/vm comp slam of n'sync's fantastico piece of plastic. will prolly include momus' 'the penis song' just for adolescent amusement, since the CDR will be placed in the library sans name for all to guess who made what. what do you want for an assignment based on 'high fidelity'?

in other news, W butter not veto that FCC overturn shit. it's hott that those DC types are paying attention to crap that Powell&co spew from their big-5 funded asses.