Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Writing Updates

While Concert Haikus remains my first and most passionate love, I have branched into different areas of writing since its closure. I figured I would be remiss were I not to link them here... just in case!

I began a weekly column called "Waxing Philosophical LA", in which I visit and write about record stores in LA, and review the records I purchase while there. It's published every Tuesday, and here are links to the first 5:

1. Wombleton Records in Eagle Rock
2. Records LA in Culver City
3. Vacation Vinyl in Silver Lake
4. Amoeba Records in Hollywood
5. Family on Fairfax

I have also been keeping a reggae podcast, which I release bi-weekly. You can check out the three most recent here:
Episode 3
Episode 4
Episode 5

You can always catch label updates at Complicated Dance Steps or on our Facebook Page.

Miss you, haikus.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

American Beauty. 7/14/2011

Jerry Garcia.

That's Jerry fucking Garcia singing backup vocals on this track! All of a sudden, this song, "Box of Rain", is no longer one of my friends, but someone esoteric and famous. "Box of Rain", who personally got me through one of the hardest eras of my adult life; "Box of Rain", who helped Lindsay (of Freaks and Geeks) figure out which way to turn out; "Box of Rain" who single-handedly turned a shitload of people into amateur Dead Heads. I feel as though I can love songs as I love people, and I love this song like a best friend. And yet today, as I listened to it for the thousandth time, I noticed Jerry's voice cushioning Phil's towards the end of the recording. And my heart fluttered, as though a local deity had been mentioned.

I have certainly found, in life, the way to keep myself spiritually fulfilled, and it is through describing the effect of music on my heart. I love falling in love, and each night, as I step out into this town to feast my ears upon its local delights, I get to do just that. One night, we could be watching Frankie Fairfield and Blind Boy Paxton at the Redwood, being transported instantly to the dusty, fragrant pages of an old copy of The Grapes of Wrath. The next night, we could be watching Seth Kasselman and Caitlin C. Mitchell of Warm Climate annihilate the confines of time signatures as they paint their fantastic aural cyclone around our heads. The weekend brings about Part Time Punks, where the sleekest recent period 5-pieces flaunt their competitive authenticity, and free Mondays promise the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed pop bands exerting their practiced kitschabilities.

It's happening all around us, every night. This town is electric with the efforts of thousands of artists, working in every medium of every era ever recorded. And our computers! We have these little boxes of technology that we trust like mothers, and through them we find access to everything that people ever took the time to recall, to consider noteworthy, to create, to record. We can see it, and we can hear it. We can figure out a way to find access to it. We can learn everything our brains can hold from it. We can contribute to it. We can contribute to it.

Concert Haikus has been the contents of my mind since I didn't even know what was going on in it. I have considered myself and this blog synonymous, and usually identify most with it when looking out over my artistic and record label-related projects. It has also been my way of watching my life and taste change during an intense and exciting era in Los Angeles music history. That is why, although this is sad to no one but me, I say goodbye with a heavy heart. I love describing music more than my mental thesaurus can provide words for, but I have started to reach a point where the shows I attend are no longer observed with objective ears. In each of the haikus I wrote for the blog, I tried to tell the most accurate tale of how the night affected me. If ever I came across as disrespectful to a band, please know it was meant to convey a feeling, and feelings change with the wind. I'm sorry for any offense caused, and thankful if I ever inspired any pride.

I have loved every show, every night, every band and every experience, negative or positive, because I'm starting to realize how special this moment in time is. We are lucky for the world at our fingertips. We are standing in the center of a rift in time, where the future and the past are the same thing, splayed out before us, a 360-degree universe of possibility. We have access to EVERYTHING, no matter where we are, but we have to keep looking. We have to keep contributing, keep paying attention, keep following that scent-trail of forward thinkers. There is a lot of beauty, a lot of effort, and a lot of life cradled in the folds of these additions to our culture and our legacy as a people. When our future is the past, whatever we added to this strange phenomenon could be someone else's future again, no matter what happens after we die. I am ready to contribute more than just 17 syllables a night now, and I have to honor that.

I love you for reading, and I am sorry that I used this usually concise forum to expose my thought processes. I know it's intimate and preachy, but please don't feel obligated to emotionally invest. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you for being present with me for this, for being curious about what happened at shows, for being musicians who put your heart out there on the stage for someone to describe for others later. I appreciate everyone who ever checked in, wrote comments, or critiqued my endlessly terrible spelling. I appreciate my friends for indulging this for so long. Thank you.

Los Angeles is, to me, like "Box of Rain". The city and the song are both mine, home and confidant, keepers of my most humbling secrets. Simultaneously, their legends are so crushingly huge that the whole universe can fall as in love as I am, and said expanse is provided the same intimacy. As we listeners access time in universal directions, this city transcends space. No matter where you are, when you were here, you were in L.A. with me. To say I appreciate your company on this journey is almost too inadequate to allow, but I've used all my best hyperbole over the course of the last 3.5 years on this blog, and I have tried not to bore you with repeated adjectives too often.

I'd be remiss if I departed on anything other than the blog's namesake, so without further ado, a haiku for American Beauty by The Grateful Dead, the living room concert that inspired the end of an era:

A memory is
An immeasurable clue
To a world sans time.

With love,
Christina

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Yellow Magic Orchestra with Yoko Ono at The Hollywood Bowl, 6/26/11

YMO

Flawless, they are,
In each imaginable way,
Especially there.

Yoko Ono

Epic, fearless, and
Above all, charming, she asked
of us only love.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Bill Callahan at The Troubadour, 6/16/11

Photo courtesy of Ms. Stevie Raya

His monopoly
On placing words perfectly
Renders haikus trite.

Psychic Reality and Sex Worker at Where's Yr Child NYC, 6/3/11

Psychic Reality

Soulful, sensual,
She brought perhaps the hardest
Dance groove of the night.

Sex Worker

Oozing with pain and
Candid emotion, his was
An arrow heart-bound.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Sun Araw and Matthewdavid at 285 Kent St, Brooklyn, 6/5/11


Matthewdavid

When he finds his sweet
Spot, the result arrests me
And demands movement.

Sun Araw

Coiled tightly around
A central notion of thick,
Serious grooving.

La Big Vic with Future Shuttle at The Kave Cafe (Vibes Mgmt HQ) in Bushwick, NYC, 6/4/11



Future Shuttle

Jellyfish tunes from
Unorthodox instruments
In campfire circles.

La Big Vic

One of those upper-
Echelon bands that warrant
More syllables' praise:

I'm thrilled to have seen this band play. Their aural scope is interesting in a completely inviting way and I plan on listening to the hell out of that record this summer.

The Undertones with Exploding Flowers and The Sweater Girls at The Echoplex, 6/2/11

Exploding Flowers

Familiar like
A fantasy jukebox in
A time-travel dream.

The Sweater Girls

Perhaps put best by
A bathroom goer: "Well, this
Is funny music..."

The Undertones

So abundant,
Their excellence and fervor,
Like 5 shows in one.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Sleep Over, Pure X and This Will Destroy You at the Echo, 5/17/11




Sleep Over

Though sultry and with
Elegant intentions, their
Mix was over-soaked.

Pure X (Ecstasy?)

The humble drum kit
Made their watercolor down-
right Moby Grapeish!

This Will Destroy You

For those who have not
Witnessed Robedoor, I could
Understand the draw.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Harassor at Pehrspace, 5/16/11


For such a hellish
Sound palette and attitude,
An angsty love fest.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Daughters of the Sun and Jonas Reinhardt at The Show Cave,

Daughters of the Sun

HOLY HELL! They're the
Aural manifestation
Of horseback riding!

Jonas Reinhardt

They're invincible.
We were rendered powerless -
Our moves, their command.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Dam Funk at The Smell, 5/5/11

Feels inherently
Right to see such music live,
Yet so rare... a treat!



Monday, May 2, 2011

Mudhoney and The Adolescents at the Echoplex, 5/1/11

The Adolescents

Provided us a
Clear reminder of what high
School was all about.

Mudhoney

Their proficiency,
The sole indicator of
Their age - such a VOICE!

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Tinylittle and Plasma Centre at The Smell, 4/22/11

Tinylittle

Personality
And vim radiated from each
Fireball of a song

Plasma Centre

Their magnetic lead
Singer was but one of the
Charms of their live set

The Miracles Club at Where's Yr Child at Show Cave, 4/14/11


Timeless, in that I
Could forget the concept of
Time in their presence

Monday, April 11, 2011

Linda Perhacs at McCabes Guitar Shop, 4/10/11

As reverent as
In a church pew, we soaked her
In, captivated.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

HONORARY HAIKU: LCD Soundsystem at Madison Square Garden (live streamed on Pitchfork.tv), 4/2/11

To this moment, I
Am hard-pressed to control the
Emotions they stir.

Thanks for the everything, LCD. Especially that Harry Nilsson cover at the end there.

Suzi Star, Fielded, M. Geddes Gengras and Sneaky Snake at The Eagle Rock Log Cabin by George, 4/1/11

Suzi Star

Robotic fairy
Tale of curiosity
And tender promise.

M. Geddes Gengras

Cyborg argument
Conducted over inter-
Galactic wavelengths.

Fielded

Her astute, graceful
Latticework of sound is all
I want to hear now.

Sneaky Snake

Set their morning scene,
Then vibrated it awake
With beat flirtations.

Salem, Gatekeeper and Light Asylum at The Echoplex, 3/29/11

Gatekeeper

Once they crossed
That acclimation threshold,
They fucking killed it.

Light Asylum

Operatic yet
Pendulous, 'tween Soul Stirrer
And Billy Idol.

Salem

An uninspired mess
Of affected, pompous, mean-
Hearted jacking off.


Saturday, March 26, 2011

Tecumseh at Pehrspace, 3/25/11

Dark repercussions
From inside a bell tower
Deep collective trance.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Harassor, Tenstairs, and Tenderizor at the F-Haus, 3/16/11

Tenstairs

A cage of neon
Within which our minds could bounce
And vibrate brightly.

Tenderizor

The desperate screech
Of signals from pillars at
Each of Earth's corners.

Harassor (ft. Greh Holger)

A locomotive
Engine's worth of fury and
Godless momentum.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

High Wolf, Robedoor and Blank Realm at Landslide, 3/12/11

Robedoor

Of and for the moon,
Their silver sound both soothed and
Rattled my being.

Blank Realm

A band that we've been
Subconsciously waiting for
To scratch our rock itch.

High Wolf

Bollywood and the
Seductiveness of French noise,
Watercolor jams.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

The Elephant 6 Orchestra at The Satellite, 3/4/11

A monopoly
Clutched in their earnest paws on
Perfect melody.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Sun Araw at The Satellite, 3/3/11


The sexiest of
Grooves shifted slightly to the
Left, strategically.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Endless Boogie and Arbouretum at The Satellite, 3/1/11

Endless Boogie

Delightful cock rock
Devoid of the genre's cheese-
Ball, dickish affects.

Arbouretum

Their chthonic sludge
Folk summoned the Middle Earth
Child in me to war!

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Godspeed You! Black Emperor with Om at the Fox Theater, 2/22/11

Om

Gregorian groove
Setting the ominous scene
Vibrationally

Godspeed You! Black Emperor

Tectonic music
The breath of a moving earth,
Climaxes in waves.

Friday, February 18, 2011

The Radio Department at the El Rey, 2/16/11

I can't fault them for
The drum tracks when they insist
On sounding so sweet.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Robedoor, Warm Climate, and Alpine Decline at Pehrspace, 2/11/11

Robedoor

Jagged shards of light
Slicing declaratively
Through the drone's shadow.

Warm Climate

"Exhilaration!"
Was all I could process as
My jaw hit the ground.

Alpine Decline

An emo streak a
Mile wide down the center of
Their snow-laden path.

Chelsea Wolfe at Vacation Vinyl, 2/11/11

The lacy visage
Analogous for spider-
Web-intricate sounds.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Matthewdavid and Red Mir at Mondo Palazoid, 1/15/11

Red Mir

A dead symphony
An orchestra of ghosts in
Climactic seance

Matthewdavid

Intimacy 'twixt
A man and his creation.
He never saw us.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Graf Orlock at Vacation Vinyl, 1/14/11

A sonic junkyard.
Them: carrion feasting on
Pop culture's dark meat.