Tuesday, September 29, 2009

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

photo credit: Erik Adolphson

Sweetness struggled to
Counter inevitable
Bitter without Matt

Monday, September 21, 2009

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.

Friday, September 18, 2009

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

Miss Mick Jagger with
Giggle fits, costume shifting
But Nick is the glue

Thursday, September 17, 2009

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


Like three elephants
Yoked together, lugging their
Lugubrious mass.

Sun Araw

The liminal space
Between rhythms, betwixt live
And recorded noise


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


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"

Monday, September 7, 2009

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

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!