Young Hunting (Yum Humping!) at the Echo Curio, 9/22/09

photo credit: Erik Adolphson

Sweetness struggled to
Counter inevitable
Bitter without Matt

Mount Eerie at The Eagle Rock Center for the Arts, 9/20/09

Wind's poem by a
Bard who once whispered ancient
Questions, now shouting.

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs at the Greek Theater, 9/17/09

Miss Mick Jagger with

Giggle fits, costume shifting
But Nick is the glue

Robedoor, Ducktails, Radient Husk and Sun Araw at L'Keg Gallery, 9/16/09

Radiant Husk

A dark alley's sax
sounds mapped over each other
In desperate layers

Robedoor

Like three elephants
Yoked together, lugging their
Lugubrious mass.

Sun Araw

The liminal space
Between rhythms, betwixt live
And recorded noise

Ducktails

Smudgey fingers on
glass, Morse code, and a "FUCK YOU"
to the metronome.

Divisible at Spaceland, 9/14/09

The rotating crew
Of beloved friends added
Sheen to the shadows

Nils Cline and Friends at The Schindler House, 9/12/09

It was as though an
Extended savasana
Swept over us all.

Cass McCombs and Girls at The Bootleg Theater, 9/10/09

Girls

Much like the Donkeys
In the "Americana
Bar Band Makes Good" sense.

Cass McCombs

I return time and
Time again to the phrase: "Bill
Callahan's kid bro"

Cold Cave at the Echo, 9/6/09

Perhaps it is my

Lack of experience with

Synths, but I craved more.

The F*ck Yeah Fest at the LA State Historic Park, 9/5/09

The Fuck Yeah Fest

Line up devised by

compiling random people's

Descriptions of punk.

Mika Miko

God grant me just one

Conversation that warrants

Phone yelling like so.

Times New Viking

This band does not give

Two shits for musical keys

nor those who notice.

The Thermals

Teenage furor and

Snarky vocals soar with such

Meaning, one believes!

Lightning Bolt

Their sweatshirt hoods were

Space suit helmets, offering

Shield from their art's force.

The Strange Boys

Fusion jazz stood back

To allow their guitarist

Ample space to rage.

Fucked Up

Understandable,

Now, to see why Fox News picked

Him as punk's spokesman.

Tim & Eric (Pusswhip Banggang)

I pitied the souls

Not yet indoctrinated...

All jokes were inside.

No Age

Playing to the home

Crowd, they could have played white noise

And be hailed as gods.

The Black Lips

Their filthiness made

My southern roots swell with pride...

Dirty beat band love!