Monday, October 31, 2022
Brief Notes on Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks
Arbitrary marathon of live bootlegs of The White Stripes
There's a lot of things out there people will tell you is a marathon, not a sprint. One of those marathon-not-sprints is how I decide what I'm going to listen to while I am in my office. This is, in part, because I have every modern media format you can play music on in Sansbury Hall 201: a tape deck, a CD player, and of course: my entire record collection. My office is more like a dorm room then the literal dorm rooms on the floor above mine, all I'm missing is a Pulp Fiction poster.
As Ohio Dominican is a teaching institution, I do a lot of teaching, so the three days I am on campus I am on campus all day. If I am diligent, I can listen to an album before my teaching day starts, during my mid-morning gap, and then depending on how many folks pop in during office hours, anywhere between 3 and 6 albums in the afternoon.
You might think, what great wealth of time you have to DJ your days. Wrong! It is a curse to be away from my records (and CDs, and tapes!) for 4 of the 7 days of the week so I have to budget my time accordingly. What LP can I listen to on Friday that I might be craving on Sunday? The burden of choice looms!
Playing to type I had been saving for today a 2017 Vault Exclusive release by The White Stripes: Live in Detroit 1999/2000/2021.
Contained within the above pictured slipcase are three (count 'em - THREE!) live shows each marking a distinct hometown show capturing the first albums by The White Stripes. You've got Live at the Magic Bag - Ferndale 7/30/99 playing the hits from their debut self-titled as well as previews of some later jams like "Dead Leaves and The Dirty Ground". You've got Live at the Magic Stick 8/18/00 which brings De Stijl's eclecticism into the mix. Makes the case for "You're Pretty Good Looking (For a Girl)" as a classic album opener, at least until White Blood Cells comes out, and, well, you know how that album opens:
Finally, a rare full-album performance (in order!) of White Blood Cells on Live at the Gold Dollar Volume 4 6/7/01 which you can hear on your streaming platform of choice (or buy it you cheapasses!) because this bootleg is included in the 20th Anniversary edition of White Blood Cells that came out in 2021 (which I wrote about at length over at P*p Ma**ers).
(2) Live at the Magic Stick 8/18/00
(3) Live at the Gold Dollar vol. 4 6/7/01
- the show was in Malmo, Sweden, not "Malvo"
- the bootleg was hosted by a European music blog
- the discs were burned on an office computer in Hamilton, Ohio, which I'm told worked fast and burned many CDs
Monday, October 17, 2022
Can't Help Myself: Something Sweet in Kenton, Ohio
Imagine, if you will, that you are me. You are driving north from Columbus to Detroit for a quick one-night trip. You are tired, and because your week dramatically changed how the weekend would go, you are maybe not 100% looking forward to this trip. You know you'll be glad once you're there, seeing loved ones and friends, doing important work that you care about, but now, 50 minutes north of Columbus, grey clouds hanging low, you're mostly feeling lonely in the driver's seat of the car.
Then, out of the corner of your eye you see something you wouldn't have expected in one million years in Kenton, Ohio: a record store. You flip the car around and park, eager to see what the used record scene in the perfect geographic center of northwestern Ohio. You also have to pee.
It is important to note that Kenton, Ohio is beautiful. Even on a gloomy day its idyllic courthouse square has all the charm of the best one-stop towns in the small parts of large places. Here's a picture I didn't take with Kenton's claim of fame:
I hastily stroll around the corner to pop in and what I discover is called Knox 'em Dead Records. I'm greeted by a guy I'll learn is named Eddie. He looks like Santa Claus with no beard or gut. Really, he looks like the dude from that I Think You Should Leave skit about jazz, but older. Unlike that guy, he's extremely nice and gives me a little tour of the shop, which was good because the shop is laid out really strangely.
The front room is his desk and a lounge area: there's two nice retro couches and a bitchin' hi-fi set up with speakers taller than me. Something jazzy was playing, but before I could place it, he took me down the hall into three separate rooms, which he called "classic rock and cassettes," "jazz," and "bullshit." I'm not gonna tell a record store guy how to mind his business, but I couldn't figure out the sorting practice: INXS had LPs and tapes in all three rooms.
After crate digging, I picked up a weird promo copy of Historic Performances at the Monterey International Pop Festival featuring a side a of Jimi Hendrix and b side of Otis Redding. Couldn't put it down. I also found a $1 copy of The Doors by The Doors, which boasts a pretty solid track list for a single dollar bill. As Eddie and I chatted while I was checking out, I couldn't help but notice the proggy, kinda groovy sounds coming out of that hi-fi. I went to look at it, and, well, see for yourself:
Look at that album art! Behold! Jade Warrior's Last Autumn Descent. I asked Eddie if it would kill his vibe to sell me the LP right off the turntable, he chuckled and said, "I have ten of those upstairs I can't ever sell 'em." He's only got nine left now.
I walked out of there feeling good, feeling ready for the road again. And then I remembered I needed the bathroom. Behold, again, meeting my gaze from across N. Detroit St: Jitterz Cafe! Surely they have a restroom, and surely I could use a cup of coffee.
I went in to find three women sitting and visiting at one of the many family-style tables set up in Jitterz' huge dining area. One of them, it turns out, is the proprietor. She jumped up and took my order and while she was brewing a cappuccino, a slice of pie caught my eye. I hoped it was rhubarb but I didn't want to guess, "Is that cherry pie?"
"No, Fruit of the Forest," she said.
"What's that?" I asked. She smiled.
"Well, its a mix of bramble berries, apple, and rhubarb." My excitement must have betrayed me because she continued, "go grab a seat I'll warm you up a slice and bring it to your table."
So I did. And it was good. Little surprises are nice when we can find them, especially in those lonely moments on the road in the middle of nowhere, figuratively or literally, it's nice to stop and say hi. Have something sweet, vibe to something new, find something wonderful you would have otherwise passed right on by.Also: holy s**t that was a good slice of pie.
Sunday, October 9, 2022
Coheed & Cambria's "Afterman: Ascension" Turns Ten, Expanded Universes, & Midway Airport
She teared, your selfishness has robbed youof the man you could've beenI wouldn't change a thing about youI love you dearly, my friend