Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Tuesday night

Tuesday night

Monday, August 18, 2014
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urbankill:

I knew the words to this by heart when I was little.

When I saw The Rutabega, I wasn’t quite sure of what to expect. It was a midday set and I was surrounded by a group of people who believed in the band - rabid fans. I knew they played a breezier indie-fied sound than I’m used to, so I was sorta hoping they wouldn’t end up being Band of Horses-level awful. And when Josh and Garth took the stage (along with a few friends for backing vocals) and they started into their first song, I was so very … underwhelmed. Halfway through the song, Josh abruptly stops playing, citing a string that was out of tune. Now, I get that certain types of music need to be more tuneful than others, but stopping mid-song? That’s not very punk rock.

Then this song and its glorious opening riff kicked in. And I understood what all the hype was about.

I was lucky enough to get one of The Rutabega’s earliest works, These Knotty Lines, as a giveaway and it’s remained in my car stereo for a good while now. That album is mostly Josh solo, and between the timbre of his voice and the stripped down arrangements, it resembles a more obvious Elliott Smith or maybe Bill Fox removed from his folk leanings. That carries over to an early split with the band Owen, but by that point The Rutabega were very clearly working as a duo.

But the album this track is taken from, Brother the Lights Don’t Work? It’s an entirely different beast. An eight song rollercoaster of hooks and middle American quiet desperation and raw emotion, with a centerpiece track (“Turn on the Summer”) that builds on a crescendo so powerful you’ll wonder why you ever gave those crummy post-rock bands the time of day.

I’m really, really glad the Rutabega came to me, because I might have never discovered this had I’d been forced to come to them.

Also? They have the most perfect summertime cocktail named in their honor.

Funny, the morning after I saw The Rutabega, I saw Josh in a bar ordering a bloody Mary. Tim Midyett and Chris Brokaw were about to start playing solo sets (ah, Chicago) so I very quickly tried to explain to him that he’d totally won me over the day before. And I think I almost freaked him out! Either I’m more socially awkward than previously thought or it was just too damn early for that much enthusiasm. Oh well.

Friday, August 15, 2014

ghdos:

BRUHHHHHH. Do you fucking see this?

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Thursday, August 14, 2014
seacow:

roses that, da levy

seacow:

roses that, da levy

BLIND MYTH doing a death dance on GROUND ZERO by da levy

we listen in the early dawn
waiting for the sun to rise
& there is
something in the summer air
and summer months away

it is calm
like that ominous calm
before the tornado rips
the meaning of your life
to pieces

then suddenly an explosion
from behind us as the california
myth appears with jugs of
red mountain wine and miles of
road behind him
        blind drunk
        on his illusions
        zapping childish images
        of love

we asked him
to identify himself
but he was singing to the void
he couldnt see
be brought so much of the
coast with him he couldnt see
the city he was in
visited all the poets
        (between drinks)
he talked so much he couldnt
hear them as they really were

his pockets contained so many
pre-conceptions about where
it really was

we didnt have time to find out
if he really knew the hidden
paths thru the void

from ground zero
to the other shore

california, dont send us
your myths we’ve got a different
game

we asked him
to identify himself
he rapped with my wife in the-
kitchen instead & we’ve got no
time to hassle with mythical
cocksmen, we need munitions experts
          to dynamite the mind
he came here
like a blind man
trying to fuck the rainbow
so drunk on his own myth
he could only see our
silence & our questions
as a form of paranoia

should we tell you who
we are when we know you
cannot see us?

he came here
just like a tourist
is this the best
california has to offer?

i has to tell him
we didnt need
his undeveloped love
images
what i wanted to say
it was not enough
& if he could have calmed
his mind for a few moments
we could have shown him
so much more
like star maps for the
mind & the very real
loneliness of reality

and then
the calm before the storm
still existed in the background
we could have used his help
to change the summer storms
but he was too full
of love energy
to help another
person

california, dont send
your myths to us

your dream mecca
is a whorehouse
painted with phoney psychedelic adver-
tisements

we have a different game
still undefined, we spend
our mornings wandering the 
soft hills of ohio
looking for the
hidden words
that grow here
without the help
of your artificial
inner sunlight.

Previously unreleased stills from Ducks, Alfred Hitchcock’s aborted sequel to Birds

Anonymous said: I feel so useless sitting here. What can I do to help Ferguson??

wocinsolidarity:

natnovna:

there’s a bail and legal fund that’s been set up for those who’ve been arrested 

this person is trying to organize a food drive for school kids in ferguson

national moment of silence 2014 (for victims of police brutality) 

share the following: 

videos of what has happened

links to articles

how to make a tear gas mask

livestream link to the peaceful protests

Ferguson Police Department
Email (taken off the site) 

222 S. Florissant Road
Ferguson, MO 63135

Ph: 314-522-3100
Fx: 314-524-5290

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