Today is my last day at Sea Level. Sylvia and Todd finally fired me for a series of illicit acts including thievery, illegal sale of narcotics and pummeling of yuppies. They used the word “pumelling” not me. I thought of it as more of a minor fracas, or perhaps a small brouhaha.Anyhow, I’m lying of course. Todd returns on Wednesday from his tour with the Silversun Pickups. In the meantime, to carry on my unprecendented streak of self-indulgency, I plan on live-blogging one last time. In the meantime, if you aren’t busy tonight, I highly recommend attending Jax’ show tonight at Pehrspace in Glendale. Peter and the Wolf are headlining, along with several other bands. More details here. I attended Jax’ January Peter and the Wolf show and had a good time. He’s a talented musician and a fine guitar player. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go peddle copies of Ibiza Chillout mixes. The old man came in and he’s feeling saucy. Could be a big sale. (ed. note: old man may or not be saucy).
Download:
MP3: Peter and The Wolf – The Ivy
MP3: Peter and The Wolf – Safe Travels
I’m currently listening to the new Pony’s record, which is pretty awesome in an underwhelming sort of way. It creeps on you all stealth like, just like a ninja. A Beverly Hills Ninja if you will. Anyhow, I’m seeing the Pony’s tomorrow night so expect a post on them some time in the next week. In the meantime, since its shaping up to be that sort of day, I would be remiss not to mention that my two favorite local bands are playing tomorrow night at Spaceland, in The Deadly Syndrome and The Parson Redheads. So if you get shut out of the Pony’s/Deerhunter show at the Echo, head just west to see what might be the best local show until, well, just two weeks when Earlimart, Sea Wolf, The Watson Twins and The Parson Redheads play the Explex.
Download:
MP3: The Deadly Syndrome-“I Hope I Become a Ghost”
MP3: The Parson Redheads-“Full Moon”
While it seems on the surface that I loathe hipsters, such simple conclusions are misleading (besides than the fact that I might be a hipstacrite). Indeed, I love hipsters. Not for their love of the Fiery Furnaces and Animal Collective, but for their sheer consistency.
How else can you explain the fact that at 3:45 p.m. on a beautiful 80 degree Los Angeles Friday, a very nice-seeming hipster can stroll into Sea Level and nonchalantly achieve the holy trinity of hipsterdom: beards, blazers and glasses. You’d think it’d be a little hot to be rocking the blazer, but oh no my friends, a little sweat is nothing in the name of fashion.
Not like I’m incapable of being a walking talking stereotype. On Monday night, I saw The Black Pine at the Echo and managed to get into three conversations with random friends I bumped into. Two of whom were in bands, one of whom was a fellow blogger. Not to mention the fact that I’m currently blogging from a record store. Sometimes, you kinda’ just want to kick your own ass.
