December 30, 2010

December 30th, 2010 : Cause & Effect : Neil Young

This posts also doubles as my favorite record of the year announcement.
 
When Neil Young’s long time friend, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Ben Keith passed away earlier this year, with him went 70% of Neil’s repertoire that he swears he will never do again with a band.

(from a Chicago Tribune interview Neil recently gave)
 “There is no sense in trying to redo what was already great. There’s no payoff in that. That’s not what I’m about. I’m thankful to have known Ben and played with him for 40 years. He was one of my best friends and I miss him very much. I don’t see myself playing those songs with a band in the future. I can play them by myself, but I can’t play them with a band. I just don’t think I could handle it. I don’t know anybody who can do what he did. It closes a door on a period of my life, and it also opens up a giant space for me to be creative in the future.”

Enter the making of Neil Young's 2010 release Le Noise.

Le Noise is like so many of Neil’s releases, it is a highly emotional passage exploring all his trademark themes in first person. There is grief, anger, love, frustration with a heavy  dose of contemplation from a man who has hasn’t led a perfect life and is trying his hardest to make peace with his journey through life. I think what makes this body of work so truly remarkable is this isn’t a record anyone one else could possibly make. It is Neil Young being himself as a 64 year old man, building upon decades of experience using just his voice and his guitar. Then, guiding him through this recording process was Daniel Lanois, another industry veteran who had worked with everyone from Eno to Dylan. When you have two masters of their trade working in harmony, their talents blend into something I can only describe as utter balance and perfection. It is sonically explosive and raw yet below the static rattles there is a tenderness brought on by layers of delay effects and the tortured vocal tones of a man who has been around and the around 3 more times. Neil’s playing style is confrontational but it is diffused gorgeously with great deal of reverb delay space in Daniel’s production choices. The overall final sound of the entire reocrd is disciplined yet unpredictable and free flowing.

There are few records are what I would pretentiously call a listening experience but this one of them. I refuse to listen to just one song from Le Noise, I have to play to it from start to finish. I have never even considered myself a huge Neil Young fan, none of his records have ever made my top 10 no less number one slot so selecting this as my record of the year comes as just as much of a surprise to me. In a year where so many records offered nothing beyond a rehash of something I have heard a billion times before, this old timer delivered something new born and one of a kind.

Tonight's show from 7pm to 9pm on WRIR (www.wrir.org / 97.3 in RVA) is a celebration of this stellar new release as well as a look at his 40 plus years in music and a sampling from the musicians he has influenced all the way. With a catalog as large as his and with so many artists he has inspired along the way there are probably a thousand different ways to approach this show but since I wanted to highlight his new record I started from there and tried to offer a 101 to Neil's wide spectrum of playing styles via some of his lesser known songs.

You can stream Le Noise / watch him perform every song via youtube here. 

Download the two hour radio show here.

December 29, 2010

Plantable Paper Records

How cute is this? Don't know what to get the record nerd in your life who seemingly already owns ever record know to man? How about this!

 Taken from ModCloth

"Change the tune of your home or apartment with with these plantable paper LP’s, stuffed with seeds for an easy and unique way to spruce up your space with some ‘live’ music. Delivered in eye-popping album artwork, each fresh 45 is packed with seeds for herbs - including basil, thyme, chive, parsley, and oregano - or flowers - with California poppy, Indian blanket, baby’s breath, baby snapdragons, and black-eyed Susan. Perfectly proportioned to fill your planter, these quirky LP's only need some soil and water to get in you into the gardening groove."




December 23, 2010

December 23rd, 2010 : Cause + Effect : Women in Music 2010 Edition

My obsession with women in music started in the late '80s with bands like L7, Babes in Toyland, The Lunachicks, Jawbox, Sonic Youth, The Pixies, MBV, Blake Babies, and Superchunk(although I grew up  worshiping Blondie, The Go-Gos,and Pat Benetar too). By 1990 I was spoiled to some degree because Riot Grrrl was starting to build steam and there were bands on the larger tour circuit with women in them so I had a distorted concept of how easy it would be to play music as a women. It was clearly possible, there were certainly girls making it happen, but when I actually joined a band and started playing shows, I discovered very quickly that in the bigger picture (meaning in the every day world of my community) there were actually very few ladies.

Most people wonder why I didn't become more involved in the Riot Grrrl community if I wanted to be surrounded by more women playing music but at the time it was a scene I wasn't attracted to or felt a deep connection with. I didn't want to be involved in something where the politics of being a women came first and the music came second. I didn't want to define my career with WOMAN in bold letters.I wanted to be making music I was proud of and have people like it without focusing on my gender. I wanted and still would prefer to be a human making music who just happens to be a girl.

In the early to mid '90s I daydreamed of  a time when at least one other women shared the same stage I played on that evening but the indie rock / post hardcore world I lived in was a sausage party. I felt like a fish out of water feeling all the time but it really reached its peak when I spent 6 weeks on the road with a band who was 4 band dudes and a male roadie. This was on top of the fact that the number of women I had a chance to interact with outside of our van was next to zero. Day in and day out, every show, every place we crashed, every record store we visited, every music gear shop was mostly guys. I am not the kind of person that HAS to be around other women all the time, but it would have been less lonely and more empowering  for me as a women in music had I known about or crossed paths with other women sharing the same kind of experiences and tribulations. It isn't to say there weren't amazing girls going out to these shows or involved with DIY shows but the scene was 95% made of dudes and the 5% of women out there I only discovered if other people told me about them, we happened to play a show with them, or a read a fanzine article about them.

The flipside to this strange situation was often when people told you about the other bands with girls in them, they either assumed we all magically knew each other as if we were a secret society or they talked about these groups as if they were my rivals and these other women probably hated me or that I should hate them. It created such confusion for me. Were these other women who I had never met kindred spirits or the enemy? Having not been fortunate enough to meet these other girls at the time, there was no way to break bread with these other ladies, talk shop, and help shake away the myths of their being tension between us all. And because we all played in non Riot Grrrl bands there was a whole second line of attack, that I don't know if everyone faced; but I know I did. With Riot Grrrl all over the press (a total media frenzy!) there was a sudden expectation and assumption that if you were a woman in an indie band, you were a Riot Grrrl and with this came a political agenda and potentially a lesser focus on the quality of music being executed. I was hated and judged by some members of the audience before I even sang a note or performed each night. And yet there was another group of people who called me a traitor for playing with men / on mostly male shows because if I was a good feminist, I wouldn't waste my time in that circle. Honestly, all I wanted to do was play in a band and make music with my friends that really excited me so it was a shocking experience to understand how a scene digests you and depending on the time and place, how you are ultimately viewed.

While I have made some music and played a handful of shows since the '90s, it hasn't been nearly as often but as a passionate music fan I still follow the indie music scene as closely as possible. Not just because I am a girl but because of my experiences as a woman in music over the years, I find myself particularly drawn to discovering new bands with women in it and for some reason, 2010 has struck me as a particularly incredible year for women in music. Perhaps it isn't that there are more ladies in music than there were 5 years ago but the internet has made it that much easier to uncover these bands. Whatever the reality, I am thrilled to have so much inspiring music to listen to.

When I decided to do a Cause and Effect highlighting some of the best new music featuring at least one female member I couldn't believe how many groups there were to pick from. I could spend a year playing two hours a week of just women and I still probably wouldn't be able to play them all. Considering how I felt just two decades before, this is an exciting, no, stellar phenomena.

Tonight from 7pm to 9pm on WRIR (97.3 FM for Richmond, VA locals / www.wrir.org to stream live) I will be spending two hours spotlighting some of my favorite (as well as many listener picks) records of 2010 that feature at least one woman. I really couldn't be any more excited for this one!

* A podcast of the show is here.




























December 15, 2010

Black Metal Greeting Cards!

I can't believe someone didn't think of this sooner. The whole series is amazing and I deem a must have for all seasons.

December 9, 2010

December 9th, 2010 : Cause & Effect : Guided By Voices Part II

As promised, tonight will be part two of my radio show highlighting the influences and many off shoot bands to GBV. There was no way I could squeeze a catalog as big as the Pollard circle into just one two hour show so alas I will continue my celebration of this now defunct group from Ohio. Even though all the members appear to be as busy as ever with their new projects!

There are almost too many sideproject / new projects to the Guided By Voices crew to properly count them all but I managed to find 17 examples to share as a small tribute to all the various recordings they have out there.

Tune in to WRIR from 7PM to 9PM tonight to hear the show - 97.3 on your FM dial if you live in RVA or stream it live at www.wrir.org. If you are curious about last weeks set (mostly all influences to GBV) here is a link to the complete list of songs I played.






















Written by Pollard and at long last, a girl is included in this boys club!

December 2, 2010

December 2nd, 2010 : Cause & Effect : Guided By Voices

There are a few bands I have dreaded doing a show on and GBV is at the top of the list. It isn't because I don't care for them, it's quite the contrary however working on a two hour show for them is a bit like wrestling an 8 armed beast only there aren't 8 arms, they have hundreds. By arms I mean number of releases and ex members and side project bands and a seriously ravenous fan base who is capable of eating me alive for not doing the band justice. I mean at latest count Bob Pollard alone has over 1300 registered to his name alone. THIRTEEN HUNDRED ! ! !

A friend is putting on a show below the radio station at the Camel next monday featuring bands paying tribute to GBV and he had asked me to consider doing a show to go along with theirs. Against my better judgment I said yes but then I had a stroke of good luck. I found a website that carried a list of bands Bob / GBV like to listen to on the road when they tour and that list reads like the ultimate list of Pysch-Rock and Pop from the '60s put together by the fading captain himself. Needless to say I have cherry picked some of the best tracks from that list (mind you I could have done a straight month of shows based on this list alone) for tonight's show and then next week I will finish out the list along with more of the side projects and off shoot bands.

The tough part about doing a show on a band as prolific as this one is there are really about a billion different ways to approach the show but I took the route showcasing the music I know best since so much of it is material I like to DJ outside of the station. I also want to offer a huge thank you to all my friend and listeners who voted and picked the 4 GBV tracks per show I will playing.

Its been an interesting academic journey working on this show for many reason but I realized yesterday that among all these hours of material there are very few women in the mix. It isn't that I think GBV doesn't like women but for whatever reason , the band and their following is very much a boys club and the only women who has managed to enter their arena is Kim Deal. As a female DJ I am not thrilled to create a show where there is not one woman among the set (although there are two in part two of the set) but hopefully since I am a woman creating this parade of dude rock it will help balance out the lack of ladies otherwise.

Tune into WRIR, 97.3 FM  on your dial from 7PM to 9PM to hear this show and if you don't live here in town, you can stream it live at www.wrir.org.















December 1, 2010

Out of the Vinyl Deeps

Its maddening that there more women in music - not just making it but behind the scenes writing, mixing, producing, running labels and etc but the good news is there has been some pretty incredible ladies who have braved the boys club so the rest of us could not only know it was possible but that our female voice is valuable to the world at large.

Ellen Willis was hired in 1968 to be a rock critic for the New Yorker and this new book chronicles her 7 years of music writing. More on the book here.

"More than simply setting the record straight, Out of the Vinyl Deeps reintroduces Willis’s singular approach and style—her use of music to comment on broader social and political issues, critical acuity, vivid prose, against-the-grain opinions, and distinctly female (and feminist) perspective—to a new generation of readers. Featuring essays by the New Yorker’s current popular music critic, Sasha Frere-Jones, and cultural critics Daphne Carr and Evie Nagy, this volume also provides a lively and still relevant account of rock music during, arguably, its most innovative period."

PS: Daphne has a 33 1/3 book coming out soon on NIN 's Pretty Hate Machine, so excited to read it and so thrilled to have such inspiring female friends.



November 30, 2010

Portlandia

This almost sounds too good to be true: Twin Peaks + SNL + Sleater Kinney +  Parks and Rec + Colbert  !

Taken from the IFC site:

"IFC has greenlit "Portlandia," an original comedy series that lovingly skewers illustrates the people and values of Portland, Ore. We're guessing a lot of recycling, rain gear, and coffee drinking will be happening.

Fred Armisen of "Saturday Night Live" fame and Carrie Brownstein, the vocalist/guitarist from Portland band Sleater-Kinney, will star in the series, alongside guest stars Kyle "Twin Peaks" MacLachlan and Aubrey Plaza from "Parks and Recreation".

In the series' premiere, viewers will meet the owners of a feminist book store; a militant bike messenger; an artsy couple who put cut-outs of birds on everything; and a punk rock couple negotiating a "safe word" to help govern their love life. All presented with the trademark humor found in Carrie Brownstein and Fred Armisen's previous work. Yeah, we're talking about their brilliant collaboration Thunderant.

Armisen and Brownstein write the series with Allison Silverman from "The Colbert Report" and Jonathan Krisel of "SNL" and "Tim and Eric", who is also the series' director. The series is executive produced by Lorne Michaels. "Portlandia" begins production later this month and is shot entirely on location in Portland."

November 28, 2010

No Picnic

It wasn’t important that in reality my parents were forcing me upon my older half sister for the afternoon in some sort of last minute babysitter maneuver. The end result was that I was in fact going to spend the afternoon with my someone I rarely saw and thought was incredibly cool. She didn’t live at home anymore and like anyone who was older and had the freedom to do whatever, whenever, with adult privileges like a driving license... she was utter magic to me. Before the age of ten adulthood seemed far away and impossible; a nearly unattainable status and I looked at basically anyone over the age of 18 as if they were royalty. I couldn’t tell the difference yet between a stoner fuck up of a sibling or a legit responsible parent so in my eyes if you didn’t have a bed time and could pick out your own clothes, you might very well be God.

My sister’s plan for us would be a picnic in the woods; just us girls taking to the highway and driving about 20 minutes north to a state park for a day of fun in the Autumn fun. With equal bliss I imagined us in the car with the windows down and the radio up loud. Unlike my parents who enjoyed music at a pleasant low level one could easily talk over, a ride with a sibling would include music played at an unreasonable volume or at least this is what the television and the movies had told me. From a young age I loved music and loved the idea of traveling anywhere with it turned up to such a volume that you couldn’t possibly talk over it. Music would be like a noisy passenger in the car owning all conversation and to a kid who dug music in a big way, this kind of a loud ride was an intoxicating notion. Maybe even more exciting to me than a day trip without my Mom or Dad.

It never once really occurred to me that we were ill prepared for this picnic. I didn’t think to ask where the food was or the blanket for us to sit upon and I certainly didn’t feel it was my place to question her choice when she realized we were without food and opted to pick up our meal at a gas station. Items from an Exxon station surely counted as picnic food, didn’t it? Feasibly to the free spirited college age youth Slim Jims, gum, and soda was real food. I was in the passenger side of the front seat of a car with someone who wasn’t my parents or someone else’s parents and I felt the definition of cool. Teenager cool.

Not even when my sister pulled over on the side of Route 17 North where it stopped looking like we were on the cusp of a town and it started to look more like unpopulated nature, did I question her choice. I knew this was not a park nor was it a typical picnic location but again, who was I as a 7 or 8 year old to argue what was official picnic territory? We climbed up the side of the steep highway hill until we could no longer see cars whizzing by, only hear them. She calmly tossed down her jacket and sat upon it momentarily to show me that this was all perfectly normal and just just as I followed suite she promptly stood up, dusted herself, and said she would be right back.

What? You are leaving me? Some 30 years later I don’t recall if I said that out loud or not. It was at that moment that I realized how unwanted I was and that she was doing something so adult in nature that she needed to step away from her kid sister. We weren’t two girls on the go about to adventure out into the wilderness, I was still just her stupid little sister, an unwelcomed addition to her daytime plans being told to sit and stay like a puppy. In about 15 minutes time my status had nosedived from fellow human being to pet.

It wasn’t until today, at age 39 as passenger along a wooded highway that this memory came flooding back to me along with what she was actually doing that warm Thanksgiving weekend in the late ‘70s. My parents had pushed me off on her when her plan for the day was originally to smoke pot and then meet her dealer for more pot who happened to work at the state park. No half pint nuisance AKA me was going to change this plan so what else could my desperate to get high sibling do but leave me on the side of the highway tucked away in the woods as she lit and she did eventually returned back to me,  smelling funny and looking like a wide eyed glassy eyed woodland creature. It was at that instant that our 10 minute “picnic” was over. I couldn’t fathom why we were still heading to the park if the main event of our plans had just taken place but I was too hurt and confused to argue.

Our adventure to the state park was equally disappointing because A) There were no more snack or drinks to consume and B) we never actually ventured into the park. There was only a great deal of waiting in dusty gravel bed of the parking lot and finally the feeling of utter embarrassment because her “friend” who worked in the park seemed very angry that there was a little sister hanging around while the mystery package exchanged hands for money. They argued about my presence which needless to dropped my social status even father to something lower than a pet who by the way were welcomed at this park according to the sign where we turned in.

Worst of all there was no music. Apparently my very stoned sister didn’t like to drive to music so our travel companion for the day wasn’t Boston or The Ramones, it was uncomfortable silence. I didn’t really understand what pot was at this point in my life. I knew people smoked it but I looked at all smoke as stinky and gross, never once in my sheltered existence understanding that pot smoke was any different or more evil that cigar or cigarette smoke. From this experience all I could gather was that skunky substance made my sister into a paranoid drag in need of quiet where at least my parents had The Beatles or the Stones in the car to fill up the space between us.

There are so many things I learned that day. Highway picnics catered by a gas station suck. Traveling without music is freakish and wrong. People who prefer silence make me nervous. When a trip to somewhere is promised, make sure it doesn’t just mean the parking lot. Not all adults are mature, trust worthy, or hero material. When your parents ask how your big day out with your sister went, you do not mention drug deals, you show them the pack of gum left as a souvenir along with the leaf that had freeloaded on the back of your jacket you sat upon as your sister got high. And lastly, this is one of the many reasons why I have never been a pot smoker. I associate pot smoking with lies, sneaking around, poor taste in food, boredom, and the inability to enjoy rock and roll.

November 25, 2010

November 25th, 2010 : Cause & Effect : The Band / Last Waltz

The reason I love the music magazine Mojo is because reading even just one issue allows me to be a mini expert on a wide spectrum of sounds and the people who make them. They are one of the few magazines I enjoy from cover to cover, even the the topics I didn't think I cared about because 99% of the time their staff finds a way to lure me in and make me appreciate whatever it is they are writing about. 

I think when I began my radio show Cause & Effect I wanted to create a two hour event any listener could tune in to and walk away from maybe still not loving whoever the artist of the week is but at least own a deeper understanding of how interrelated all music is and find at least a few things their ears are for the better being exposed to. 

By having a radio show on Thursday, I am blessed (or cursed depending on how you look at it) to have to create something for Thanksgiving listeners, ideally something to help relieve the stress of what was probably a family filled day and a little bit of driving. This year my friend Otis pitched the idea of doing a show based on The Band's Last Waltz which at the time was announced to be their final live show to be played on Thanksgiving Day in 1976 at Winterland Ballroom in San Francisco. It sounded like a PERFECT idea for a show however the only catch was I had never listened to that performance before nor had I seem the legendary Scorsese film documenting the event either. Needless to say I have spent the past two weeks doing a lot of homework to get myself up to speed. 

It wouldn't be far from the truth to say that I am not a fan of The Band however the one thing I have learned from doing the show for a few years is that there is always something amazing and interesting to pull away from putting together any radio show and this is no exception. Legally I can't play more than a handful of tracks from any one release during my two hours on air so I decided to recreate the live show set list (not the edited down film version) using original versions or alternate versions of the songs The Band and their ridiculously star studded event performed that evening. 

I learned all sorts of fun facts about this event (many of which are what rock and roll tales of drugs and ego are made of) but what I wasn't expecting to learn was that The Last Waltz was The Band's very own very of Cause & Effect. For more than 5 hours the band performed music of their own while sprinkling in covers of the songs that inspired them as artists along side their peers, many of whom they befriended during their epic career. The special guests that evening included Paul Butterfield, Eric Clapton, Neil Diamond, Bob Dylan, Emmylou Harris, Ronnie Hawkins, Dr. John, Joni Mitchell, Van Morrison, Ringo Starr, Muddy Waters, Ronnie Wood and Neil Young. And even more remarkably, the audience paid a mere $25 to witness this event never knowing who any of the special guests were AND from 5 to 9 were fed a turkey dinner while a big band performed. I still can't wrap my head around what it was like to sit down to a Thanksgiving Feast with 4999 other people and then watch a band you love be joined by a new super star artist every few songs...never knowing what surprise musical guest was just around the corner.

The Last Waltz as a concert is unbelievably special and what makes this all the more historic is the fact that one of the most famous American directors filmed the event. Martin Scorsese created what many believe to be one of the best music films of all time but I am a music nerd, not a film nerd so I will not spend time writing about the film. 

You will have to tune in tonight to WRIR (97.3 fm on the dial for locals or stream live at www.wrir.org) from 7PM to 9PM to hear two hours of The Last Waltz recreated for your listening pleasure with a ton of interesting tid bits about this slice of rock and roll history. Maybe you are like me and never thought much about The Band before but once you hear the list of music they were both influenced by and inspired after the fact, you too will have a new appreciation for their catalog of classics.

A big thank you to Otis for all his help, I couldn't have completed this special show without him!

November 23, 2010

Sick Of Goodby's

In 1994 I was living in Seattle, WA and coping with the death of my oldest brother Peter as well as my Grandfather Frank. I was also a member of the band Dalia Seed and we were in the middle of writing our next record that would eventually and aptly be called Survived By. The rest of the group was located on the East Coast (as was my entire family) so I was feeling incredibly alone and detached as I began working on my portion of the album and tried to wrap my head around my first real experience with human loss.

As a band we had a highly unusual way of working on new material. Faced with the challenge of living across country from each other, we mailed cassette tapes back and forth with ideas for songs. I didn't have a proper 4-track recorder so I would actually play their new songs recorded at a practice live on a little hand held tape recorder and then record myself singing over it by jamming a guitar pick in my answering machine so it would record for an extended period of time. I was broke and this was pre-computer so it was the only way I could offer the rest of the band a blueprint of what I was thinking for each new song. "Jet Spin" was among the first songs I recorded this way and it was one of my first attempts at purging my emotions seeped in helplessness, anger, frustration, and grief so openly.



I had named the song "Jet Spin" after a local amusement park ride at the base of Queen Anne. the neighborhood I was living in at the time. I was terrified of the thing and I looked at it as a living symbol of the topsy-turvy ache my heart was ravaged by and sick over.

My father had given me a subscription to Vogue magazine and that same month there was a story on the photographer Robert Frank who as a kid of 23, I had never heard of. The story featured a few pieces of his work and among them was "Sick of Goodby's". Upon seeing it I instantly burst into tears because I was looking at this stranger's raw messy grief sprawled across a mirror hauntingly written in what looked like blood.

This was perhaps the first time in my life I connected so heavily with a piece of art and understood, no actually deeply felt the electrical power of it's truth, sadness, and beauty arc from the page into my body. I tried to buy the book so I could own it properly however it was too expensive for me then so I lived with that page torn out from Vogue pinned to my bedroom wall for months.

Robert's words "Sick of good-bys" echoed inside my head for months and with nearly super natural force, it found its way into the lyrics of Jet Spin.  Most of the Dahlia Seed songs are extremely personal but this one in particular holds deep meaning to me because I associate it with finally grasping the importance and power of art. Imagine my relief to discover another human who had expressed themselves in a way that literally mirrored how I felt but was unable to express on my own. His image and words gave me the courage to eventually communicate my pain which I can only describe as something between an orgasm and projectile vomiting. It was also the first step to healing, something else I couldn't fully understand or appreciate at the time.



Robert's photograph changed my life, opened creative doors, and was the catalyst to a life long passion for photography. For my 39th birthday this year my boyfriend Kenny surprised me by giving me a copy of RF book The Lines of My Hand, knowing that within the pages of the book lies the ever meaningful Sick of Goodby's. I may have never fully come to terms with death or life as a survivor (having also buried a second brother, my parents, and too many friends) but sixteen years later I am honored to finally hold in my hands an official collection of Frank's work that is a permanent reminder that I am not alone and that art carries all of our voices, even the silenced ones.



November 9, 2010

Family Fodder Returns!

I wrote about my love  for this band a few years ago on the site when a double disc collection was released via Jungle Records. Imagine my bliss when I received a brand new press release announcing the band is back with a brand new release called Classical Music..out TODAY!. 

Classical Music is currently streaming on the Quietus as well. Listen to the full thing here.

This new record will appeal to fans of Charlotte Gainsbourg if she partnered up with David Byrne and Hood; with hints of Classic music (as their album title alludes to). This is not what fans have grown to expect from the rotating line up that has defined Family Fodder's mash up of higher energy music in the past but they band has settled into this serence new territory quite marvelously. Actually I take that back, the band has tried on so many musical styles over the years that this is exactly what fans SHOULD expect.

 

November 8, 2010

Beyond Ipanema

This documentary has been making the indie film circuit for the past year and I can only hope it makes it to our fair city soon. Hint Hint.

"Beyond Ipanema surveys the Brazilian music experience outside of Brazil, through interviews with David Byrne, Devendra Banhart, M.I.A., Os Mutantes, Caetano Veloso, Gilberto Gil, Tom Zé, Seu Jorge, Thievery Corporation, Bebel Gilberto, CSS, Creed Taylor and many others."

November 5, 2010

Zoundz!

This looks more like an unfunny SNL sketch but apparently it is real.


November 4, 2010

November 4th, 2010, Cause & Effect : DONATION TIME


This stuff always makes me cringe because I am a do it yourself  kind of gal and I hate having to ask for help....but I need it.

Without your support, without your donation to the radio station, my show wouldn't exist. You see without WRIR, I wouldn't have a radio show and you wouldn't have a friend compiling two hours of extra special programming week in and week out. As a DJ on a community station, I don't get paid. I do this show because I love it and as a record nerd, I love the challenge each week and all the new things I learn every time I start working on the next theme. However it takes money to keep a community station going, to keep our lights on, and to keep our gear in working order so people like me have a working mic to talk into and record players to use.

Tonight's show will be a greatest hits type deal. From 7PM to 9PM I will be playing 3 or 4 tracks from my most popular shows from the past two years and I will be able to talk a little about what shows I am working on for the new year. There is some really exciting stuff in the works and I am so honored that WRIR is the place my show gets to call home.

Also a first for the show, a listener is offering a challenge.

A WRIR supporter will match any student donation made during Cause & Effect, up to $100. A student donation is $20 paid in person with a student ID. The person gets a t-shirt from a previous fund drive. If 5 students come to the station with their donations between 7-9 pm on Thursday, she will match their donations. Th...e Cause is WRIR and the Effect is doubling a student's donation! THANK YOU KIND LISTENER EMILY!

And for those of you who live in Richmond and stop by the station tonight, you will also be fed by the culinary wizards at Millie's.

Stop by the station at 1621-B West Broad St. (near the post office)and say hello. Then eat. And donate because we can't do it without you!

If you are a listener who lives out of town, you are still up for all the fun stuff if you donate like shirts, CDs, a tote (depending on the amount you donate) and you can do so by going to www.wrir.org or calling the donation line at (804) 622-9747.

November 2, 2010

Don't Tell Your Mother

A Sundays song I had never heard before!

November 1, 2010

Pixies -v- Altered Images

Be patient - it takes about 20 seconds to kick in.....



And wait a second....practically the same song ! ? ! ?



In case you weren't sure of the time line - Altered Images came first (1981), The Pixies song came out in the late '80s.