Tuesday, July 25, 2006

tuesday's children

1. Music: If you did not spend part of your adolescence, post-adolescence, or just plain extended adolescence in the American Southeast during the '80s and/or '90s, you may not quite understand why every band in that region, during that time period, who was even remotely more interested in being arty or pretty than they were in being punk, took their cues from this one. If you've never given a rat's ass about REM (as I haven't, either, since everying after "Automatic For the People" has bored me to tears), watch this previously unreleased video from 1981's "Chronic Town" EP. The tightness and the melody are both feverish, and Peter Buck's jangle would be imitated by nearly every "college rock" band to come out of Georgia, Florida, and the Carolinas for decades after this, sending critics back to the Byrds for something to reference. And the visuals: Mike Mills before his Encyclopedia Brown phase; the cameraman's reluctancy to show Bill Berry, unaware that the drummer would one day make the unibrow iconic; Buck just fucking smoldering (kinda looking like Carrie from Sleater-Kinney here); and Stipe, an angelic bisexual art school dream, all curls and pout, giving up a nervous shimmy a little more than three minutes in.

For further study, watch the clip of the band on Letterman a few years later; it's of shitty quality, but an interesting historical clip. Plus, this song was such a viral college hit that even my Billy Joel-loving brother owned a 45 of it.

(The first video is appearing now thanks to the September release of CD and DVD collections of the band's IRS material. Read about what you're buying me for Christmukkah here.)


2. Movie: Finally saw this last night, after many years wanting to; I have a soft spot for films that reek of scandal, and director Peter Bogdanovich hooked up with 19-year-old Cybill Shepherd on the movie's set, eventually divorcing his set designer wife for her. This is a shame, since the sets are hypnotizing, so surely she deserved better, yeah?

Two separate people told me I would fall asleep watching it -- granted, I started it at midnight, and I've been falling asleep watching movies at home lately. But I stayed up till after 2 this morning. I found the wisdom and power of the women -- in 1950s Texas, where they really shouldn't have any power, and were assumed to have no wisdom -- fascinating. A pre-Paper Chase Timothy Bottoms is a squishy moral center (the center of horny teenage boys cannot hold) and Cybill's not really much of an actress at 19, but they both sure are pretty. Ellen Burstyn is fucking amazing as Shepherd's mother -- no surprise to me, since her acting is part of what makes The Exorcist as much of a psychological thriller as it is a Satanic wet dream. Plus: Eileen Brennan (who I will always think of as the drill sergeant who takes a shower in ink in Private Benjamen) as the strongest woman in town, and Cloris Leachman (Frau Blucher!!) as the weakest, totally blossoming and then falling back apart during the film's progress.


3. Music and Movie: The new Leonard Cohen film is wonderful, as long as you ignore how the last ten minutes completely ruin it. I am actually not destroying your moviegoing experience by telling you this. I am warning you to enjoy the film while you can; revel in Nick Cave's long-coming transformation to lounge singer, Rufus and Martha Wainright's genetically given talent and awkward grace, Antony's otherworldliness, Jarvis Cocker representing "the punksters," and The Man himself's humility and power. And then maybe go to the bathroom. And come back to watch the credits.

Oh, and then go see the Beards when they come back from summer break in September.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Thanks!

Thanks to ABCo Artspace, Kid606, 16 Bitch Pile-Up, Cancer Fad, all the exhibited artists, and all the generous bidders for helping make the Electric Garage Sale: Kitchen Sink's 2nd Annual Art Auction a success!!!

American Book Award Winner

matt briggs shoot the buffalo

it's at Pegasus. stop by to visit and pick it up.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Terribly Exposed Photos from Telegraph Stories

Well folks it was a nice turnout at ye olde Stork Club for Sunday night's Telegraph stories. The reading was good, the drinks were cheap (five bucks for a sapphire tonic, yes!), and the pictures I tried to take with my camera were bizarrely terrible. Still, here are a few super psychedelic images.



There were lots of laughs, too much information from my boyfriend's reading, excellent stage banter from emcee Kaya, and a wonderfully perfect description of one's family's similarity to your own severed leg in the middle of a highway from Ms. Kalem. Good times indeed.

Stay tuned for more Telegraph Stories in the fall!

Thanks to the readers, the bands, and the Stork Club for helping us put on this night!

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

TELEGRAPH STORIES

Neighbor Lady Community Arts Project in association with Kitchen Sink Magazine Presents:
Telegraph Stories 3: This Time It's Personal
Sunday, July 16
7-9 pm
Stork Club
2330 Telegraph Ave.
Oakland

Just as a telegraph connects people across distances, Telegraph Stories
connects audiences with storytellers. Readers will present a short,
true-life story, followed by live music.

Featured readers:
Geoff Trenchard (Tourettes Without Regrets, Def Poetry Jam)
Dan Strachota (KALX's Brother Grimm)
Stefanie Kalem (Kitchen Sink)
Neela Banerjee (Hyphen, KS 14)
Alex Green (33 1/3: The Stone Roses)

Music by:
Greg Ashley and Brian Glaze
AND
Sweetbriar (just added)!!

$4-10 SLIDING SCALE ($10 gets you a copy of Kitchen Sink!)