• Music

Year In Music

It’s that time of year again. Everyone’s throwing together year-end lists; Best DVDs of the Year, Best Albums of the Year, Best Screenplays That Will Never Get Made of the Year

So it’s time for me to put together my Music Of The Year compilation. This year, more than any other, I’ve got my work cut out for me. You see, here’s how it works. Because I work where I do, I’m exposed to a lot of music. And because of Amoeba’s liberal check-out policy, I bring home lots of it. In fact, in this year alone I’ve collected more music than my previous thirty-six years on this planet combined. As Jeffrey Jones so famously proclaimed in Amadeus, that’s just too many notes. it’s as if I’ve stood beneath a cascade of cds with my arms out, hoping to catch something. Now, at year’s end, I’m standing amid a sea of discs. Many of them, I’ve caught. Most of them lie piled at my feet, waiting for me to sift through them. There’s some great stuff I’ve missed. And some interesting stuff I’ve caught. But rather than fret over all the music by, say, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Devendra Banhart or Nikka Costa that I haven’t had a chance to hear, I’ll just pull together a collection of songs that’ve have meant something to me this year. Songs that resonated, songs that made me go, “Whoa, hey, what’s this?” And you know what? They may not be from this year. Mirah’s “C’Mon Miracle” made an impact on me in 2005. But that one came out in 2004. I went through a Wilco phase that’s impossible to ignore. And I had a moment with Petra Haden and Bill Frisell. Their album came out in 2003.

That’s why it’s my “Year In Music” rather than some restrictive “Best of 2005” collection. Music is entirely subjective. And I’ve probably missed all of the “Best Of” stuff. I was too busy re-discovering the AC/DC remasters to catch everything new and cool.

Anyway, stay tuned. I’ve narrowed it to 65 songs. I’m gonna try and whittle that down to forty. And then if you send me your snail mail address, I’ll wing you a copy.

Bon Scott of AC/DC

And no, there won’t be any AC/DC on the comp.

    Yellow

    Today is my Sunday. I’ve been taking it very easy today. There’s a possibility I may be going to see Morcheeba tonight. But then maybe not. It depends on whether Morin got tickets for the show, and then on whether she calls me or not. In the mean time, I’m chilling, writing, drinking a little Australian sparkling wine.

    Anyone want to join me? Hurry.

    • Hollywoodland

    Walking Up Vine

    I’m walking from Argentum to Amoeba, switching jobs mid-day (Eleanor Ave to Vine to Sunset to Ivar.) Since I’m rarely without my camera, and today is so beautiful, I decide to snap photos of whatever I deceree photo-worthy along the way.

    There’s a gate on the West side of the street. It’s usually closed. Today it’s open, and though I’m running late, I can’t resist walking through it. A tunnel stretches from the street and opens into a really cool courtyard. I love this kind of stuff. So dreary on the outside, but a kind of Shangri-La on the inside. Like a geode, only not the kind with spiders inside like in that movie.

    A little further up Vine, at La Mirada. It’s the day after posting that thing about Sony and its graffiti art and I run smack into some of it on Vine. And right there, at La Mirada, on the wall of a Pawn Shop, is this:

    Yeah, because I believe that some enterprising street artist loves the PSP so much that he’s gonna declare his love for all Vine to see on the wall of this shop.

    Creepy, no? Zombified urchins molest their gizmos. Makes me wanna rush out and buy one.

    Then of course, on the corner of Sunset and Vine, the Earthquake building. It’s getting a major revamp after sitting dormant for years, collecting mendicants like dust bunnies and then occasionally letting off a belch of smoke or two. This is how L.A.’s largest billboard looks today:

    Then, according to Curbed LA (who, by the way, have been kind enough to give me a kick-ass spot on their blogroll,) this is how it will look once the Mary Kay team finishes its work:

    …still in keeping with the billboard theme. Only the tenants will have changed.

    And then finally, I’m at work, which is getting into that non-stop edge-of-your sanity rush leading into the holidays. Today is different, I suppose, because a customer named Suzanne buys me a copy of The Thorn Birds on DVD because I tell her I’ve never seen it. So there’s that.

    That’s it for today.

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    Oh, wait. Here’s a picture of Sarah Cracknell:

    • Hollywoodland
    • space invaders

    Space Invader Redux

    Sara and I sit on the front stoop of Amoeba. She smokes a cigarette. I’m keeping her company. Why? I dunno, in case she needs help, I guess. I don’t smoke. To be more accurate, I don’t smoke my own cigarettes. I’m content with the second-hand stuff. Unless someone gives me one, but even then I don’t smoke unless the woman offering me the fag is, say, Helen of Troy.

    Anyway, we sit there and watch the traffic snarl for a while before raconteur, entrepreneur and flambeur Thierry walks by. He also happens to be cousin to French street artist Invader, the loss of whose installations around Los Angeles I’ve documented very well (and not without a fair bit of rancor.) He knows I’ve got that other site up and running, but I confess that I’m so discouraged by the work of the invader thief that I’ve all but abandoned it. He tells us that his cousin has pretty much given up, saying “He’s los Los Angeles.”

    That’s depressing. But Thierry says he’s proposed that Invader take his art indoors, start invading indoor spaces where the art might not be as welcome, but might not be so easy to steal, either. I love the idea. Amoeba has one now, but it really needs another. (It used to have an invader out front a while ago, but Thierry tells us that it was ripped off mere minutes after they installed and photographed it.) Apparently, the artist needs some convincing, so we’ll just have to wait and see.

    In related news, even if it hadn’t already been stolen, the invader that had been installed in the LACMA parking lot turns out to have been doomed anyway. Carolineoncrack reports about the LACMA Chalk-In held in honor of the doomed structure (and all its accompanying works of street-art.)

    Finally, speaking of street art, I offer this final tangent, but the idea is so gag-inducing that I’m just gonna provide a link to the report at Gothamist and let you see for yourself.

    Thanks to Mister JT over at LAist for the excellent post from whence I got these last two news bits.

    • Hollywoodland

    Nutkinphobia

    I dig through the Internet, scour Google, comb through lists of phobias, but I can’t find anything on the fear of squirrels. But if the term hasn’t been invented, it will be soon.

      Phishin’ Hole

      Just for fun, take the Phishing Test over at MailFrontier. Phishing scams are getting pretty sophisticated and this test demonstrates just how easy it is to whittle cash from the general populace.

      As Lifehacker reports:

      According to data from e-mail security firm MailFrontier, only 4 percent of users can spot a phished e-mail 100 percent of the time. That�s a very sobering thought as the holiday season is upon us and Americans flock online for their shopping needs.

      Me? I rule.

      • Hollywoodland

      Luminous Times

      So this is what an Amoeba Holiday party looks like. I’ve finally got thirty-odd pics organized, annoted and punched up using my magic mouse. They’re available for viewing at my new Flickr joint.

      And yes, it’s another picture-heavy post. I’ll get back to plain ol’ English after today, which wraps up a week spent working for a living.

        Light Fantastic

        Got my camera back. I knew I would.

          Party

          It’s late. It’s Sunday night (Monday morning.) Amoeba Music just had its annual Holiday party. I got some pretty spectacular pictures. But I’m home now and I realize that my camera is sitting atop a pinball machine in the warehouse where the party was thrown.

          Let’s all pray for its return.

          • Music

          Laura Veirs at Spaceland

          SFX: Ether Sings (mp3)

          Way back in July, Craig over at Songs: Illinois posts a thing about Laura Veirs. I had heard the name before but never got around to checking out her music. Since then Ms. Veirs has rocketed to the upper stratosphere of my musical planet. So much so, that a couple months ago I’m on the verge of picking up a plane ticket to catch her and Sufjan Stevens on one of their joint East Coast dates a while back. But logistics and a crippling dearth of funds keep me home.

          last week, she and her band finally make it back out to the West Coast. No Sufjan, but the chance to see her in a cool, intimate setting like Spaceland is too good to pass up. Here are a couple oversaturated, slightly blurry pics for your enjoyment. Her shirt reads, “Come on feel the Illinoise.”


          This last pic was snapped before the show as she’s adjusting her mike stand.

          The entire set is pulled from her last two albums (the recent Year of Meteors and the acclaimed Carbon Glacier.) See for yourself. I snagged her set list.

            Thanksgiving

            Lifehacker has an amusing and helpful article about the Annual Family Computer Fixing event – that tradition wherein we go home, eat turkey, sip wine and re-combobulate the parents’ hard drive. Among the suggestions: Switch the default browser to Firefox (which I actually just talked my Mom through,) do a spyware/adware sweep, defrag the hard drive, clean up the start menu and more. Very apt, and very helpful. Next week I’m planning to install XP on their computer (we’ve still got them using Windows 2000,) renoberate the desktop and teach a quick lesson on HTML and Dreamweaver.

            Somewhere in there I’ll have a little turkey.

            • space invaders

            con mail

            Seems to me that the most successful con artists would be the articulate ones. Smooth talkers get better results. As the saying goes, you attract more flies with honey. So why is so much spam so poorly written? That’s what I’m wondering when I glance at the following email:

            So lovely pictures !!

            God bless the guy!

            Things u did is very funny.

            It’s a very very special trip for the artist.

            David ?? ??

            — One of the Chinese

            When I look more closely at the email I realize that this guy isn’t selling anything. There’s no link to any place. Nothing that promises to make me rich, or give me a college degree or send my woman into slumber with a smile on her face. And then I notice it’s addressed to my counterinvasion email address. He’s a visitor from China checking out my other website, which explores (or used to) the vanishing artwork of the French artist, Invader. And all of a sudden, what was at first an irritating bit of spam becomes an endearing note from halfway across the globe.

            • Music

            pandora

            Oh, oh, oh. Here’s a nice new distraction for me. I’m taking a brief break in my ridiculous Monday schedule to point out the cool service at pandora.com. It’s internet radio. It’s song advice. It’s music supervision in a nifty web app. Just type in an artist or a song that you like and it begins a music stream tailored to your tastes. you can vote up or down on the songs they play. The stream adjusts accordingly. I’d heard about the Music Genome Project on NPR once and then kinda forgot about what they do. From the Pandora website:

            Together we set out to capture the essence of music at the most fundamental level. We ended up assembling literally hundreds of musical attributes or “genes” into a very large Music Genome. Taken together these genes capture the unique and magical musical identity of a song – everything from melody, harmony and rhythm, to instrumentation, orchestration, arrangement, lyrics, and of course the rich world of singing and vocal harmony. It’s not about what a band looks like, or what genre they supposedly belong to, or about who buys their records – it’s about what each individual song sounds like.

            Since I’m going to go see Laura Veirs tomorrow night at Spaceland, I enter her name. Pandora begins with one of her songs. So far it’s gone on to play Slumber Party, Stereolab, Jann Arden, Rainer Maria and Ivy. I can’t wait to play with this some more.

            • Hollywoodland

            ‘Tis The Season

            Spotted on Willoughby at Orange:

            • Music

            Let It Die

            Leslie Feist drops by Amoeba to play a few tunes before heading off to The Ford Theater to play with Broken Social Scene. It’s the first time since I’ve been working at Amoeba that I actually stand in the audience at an in-store and snap pictures and bob my head and, you know, stage dive and stuff.

            I’ll be back on Friday. Stars are playing. I mean, Stars IS playing. Are? Is? I dunno, whatever. Stars will play a set on Friday. Got it? Good. You should come by

            One more pic. This one’s of Heidi. She’s not that into Feist.