12.26.2009

The GNC Top 25 of 2009

Happy Seasons, everyone. Here are the songs that really turned our cranks this last year. Jerrad may have accidentally slipped in a song that made our list in 2008, but please don't hold that against him. He's never actually listened to the show.

As always, some of these selections represent the entire album from which they were culled, and in other cases, single outstanding tracks earned their way on alone. Also, we're fairly flexible when it comes to release dates.

25 Neon Indian - Deadbeat Summer
24 Sholi - Tourniquet
23 Charlotte Gainsbourg - Heaven Can Wait
22 Japandroids - Wet Hair
21 David Bazan - Bless This Mess
20 The International Noise Conspiracy - Hiroshima Mon Amour
19 So Many Dynamos - Artifacts of Sound
18 Giddy-Up, Helicopter! - Tiny Moon
17 Tortoise - Minors
16 Philip Pietri & the Manatees - I'll Wake Up
15 The Pepper Pots - Real Tru Love
14 Fruit Bats - The Ruminant Band
13 Morningbell - Hello, Dali
12 Anti-Pop Consortium - Capricorn One
11 Villanova Junction - I Shot Her Down
10 Grizzly Bear - While You Wait For The Others (featuring Michael McDonald)
9 Spoon - Got Nuffin
8 Clues - Perfect Fit
7 Dirty Projectors - Cannibal Resource
6 The Nerves - When You Find Out
5 White Denim - Say What You Want
4 Atlas Sound - Walkabout (w/ Noah Lennox)
3 White Rabbits - Percussion Gun
2 Animal Collective Also Frightened
1 Garotas Suecas - Bugalu

11.15.2009

Gentlemen Please - eP




Gentlemen Please - eP (ZIP File)

There's a new release up over at GNC Records, a link to which you'll find on the right hand side of the page. It's a collection of the first five singles from my band, Gentlemen Please. Download the ZIP archive that includes artwork and 192kbps MP3 files.

alstr

11.07.2009

White Denim

10.19.2009

Throwing Star Targets

10.12.2009

Old North East - Live on Grand National Championships


Old North East
10.12.2007



1 Because
2 Oh Cliche
3 This City Never Sleeps

10.05.2009

Raise Yo Funds Up!!



Howdy, friend.

It's Fall Marathon time, our chance to gauge the impact we've made on your life. If you have anything that you can contribute to our station, and more specifically, our show, head over to WMNF.org to cast your vote for mediocre programming. If you'd rather surprise us at the last minute, call the station (813.238.8001) while we're on the air. That's tonight from 11pm-1am EDT.

Bear in mind, you can pledge your amount and then send your check afterwards, or you can sign up for the Circle of Friends and contribute at least $10 a month, which will be automatically deducted from your checking account. It's a very painless way to make a substantial difference for you community radio station.

And if that heartfelt plea didn't touch your wallet, here's the kicker. Introducing the Official Grand National Championships T-Shirt. It's available in long and short sleeves, and also in "women's" styles of shirts. Let us know what cut you're looking for, and we will provide. The minimum donation to get one of these bad-boys is $75. It is available exclusively to marathon donors, so act now. Thanks, as always, for your help.

alstr

9.21.2009

Gymkata, starring Jim Carter

Gymkata: Part the Second

9.14.2009

Gymkata, starring Jim Carter

Gymkata: Part the First

8.25.2009

Summer Jam 5



Joe D'Acunto and Joel Cook, from Thx Mgmt and Reax respectively, came by the studio to talk Summer Jam and many other local musical goings-on. They also bravely bared their soul during the GNC Trivia Challenge.

8.03.2009

Tune in tonight.


Soft Rock Renegades, DJs Archaea & 2Critical - known to the Federal Government as Cameron Correa and Jack Spatafora - will be in studio tonight, spinning their own unique blend of whatever the hell they want. Tune in and check out a bit of dumb chit-chat with the fellas and a set of music you wouldn't otherwise hear, all in the first hour of tonight's Grand National Championships program.

Stay tuned to GNC all this month. Next week, August 10th, Philip Pietri and the Manatees will be in session at GNC. Their new EP, Beach Jazz, is a lovely gust of breeze this summer. So listen to them blow on our air waves. Also, in the coming weeks, Joe from Thx Mgmt, multi-instrumentalist from numerous local musical projects Josh Greenberg, and more of A.C.R.O.N.Y.M.'s master plan.

luvoo!!!!
alstr

8.02.2009

Playing Now: Fruit Bats - The Ruminant Band

The Ruminant Band is the latest album from Fruit Bats, the psychy, poppy, folky Sub Pop duo-turned-quintet led by Eric Johnson. It's been almost exactly 4 years since the release of Spelled in Bones, their last full-length. This time between records may be due, in part, to Johnson and bassist Ron Lewis's commitments as members of megaband The Shins.

This collection finds the band comfortably expanding their sound. There's a little more stompin' and clappin', heard prominently on the title track, and a more confident twang to Johnson's vocals. The production in general is sharper and dirtier than on previous outings, the most heavy-handed example being the album closer "Flamingo", which features saloon piano and organ with enough gauzy atmosphere to sound like RZA samples. The feel of the album is energetic, if not exactly up-tempo, although there are still plenty of quiet moments, like the stripped down arrangements of "Beautiful Morning Light" and "Singing Joy To The World".

7.26.2009

Johnniles!

Below is the only known photo of John Niles, who we hope will be joining us in the su-su-studio this week.

7.20.2009

Guest Co-Host

Tonight I'll be Joined by Beckah, as Jerrad will be busy with some work-related nonsense.



Let's hope THIS doesn't happen again.



Hugs and Kisses
Alastair

7.14.2009

L337 Mimery!

6.29.2009

T-Shirt time again!



Howdy, friend.

It's Summer Minithon time, our chance to gauge the impact we've made on your life. If you have anything that you can contribute to our station, and more specifically, our show, head over to WMNF.org to cast your vote for mediocre programming. If you'd rather surprise us at the last minute, call the station (813.238.8001) while we're on the air. That's Monday, June 29th, starting at 11pm EST.

Bear in mind, you can pledge your amount and then send your check afterwards, or you can sign up for the Circle of Friends and contribute at least $10 a month, which will be automatically deducted from your checking account. It's a very painless way to make a substantial difference for you community radio station.

And if that heartfelt plea didn't touch your wallet, here's the kicker. Introducing the Official Grand National Championships T-Shirt. It's available in long and short sleeves, and also in "women's" styles of shirts. Let us know what cut you're looking for, and we will provide. The minimum donation to get one of these bad-boys is $75. It is available exclusively to marathon donors, so act now. Thanks, as always, for your help.

alstr

6.21.2009

Shellac done proper

A dispatch from our friend Ryan Pureber, who saw Shellac play in San Francisco this week past:

Stage

Mr. Albini

Mr. Trainer
The beginning of "The End of Radio"... Todd lurked around the stage cracking his snare at people while Steve yelled "This snare drum is turned into electricity and beamed around the world!"

It was difficult to get a decent shot in low light, with my phone... and with all the body-bumping etc.

Really REALLY good show, as to be expected. The playing/energy was amazing all the way through.

Some Q & A:
Q for Todd: "How do you get all the volume in your hair and how do you keep it?"
A from Todd: "You either got it or you don't." Looks in mirror on wall, tousles hair... "I Fn got it."

Q directed to Bob about Steve: "Why doesn't he talk?"
A from Bob: "He's tuning... he'll talk when he's done tuning"
A from Steve: "I was going to talk, but then you started talking and I got all connnfffused..." starts song

Q to Bob: "When's the next album?"
A from Bob: "Well, we have 2 new songs... so, we need about 8-12 more." Later he corrected himself and said "...those were our 3 new songs within the last 5 or 6."

Heckle:
Steve: "We have two more songs and then... we're done."
Heckler: "Wingwalker!" I was glad to hear this since I really like that song and wanted to hear it... but I'm not going to tell them what to do.
Steve: "We got this... believe it or not we know what we're doing.'
Bob begins Wingwalker which they blast through... it was very good to hear live.

They put on a really good show and had funny responses to questions and heckling.

6.18.2009

Baroooooo

Here's how it all played out for Jerrad and Arielle:

Bonnaroo 2009 - The Beginning of the End - Act 2, and, The End. Or "Tomorrow Never Dies"


When I last left you, it was Sunday night, and we were on our way south on I-75 in Georgia, after having a close call with a Georgia state trooper. “Close call” meaning “almost killing him”.

Around 11:30pm, in Macon, GA, the car did something funny. The RPMs suddenly dropped down to under 1k, lights flickered on the dash, and then it all kicked back in again. A few moments later, the same thing. I pulled off on the next exit, and when we came to a stop, the car stalled out. I was able to crank it back up far enough to get us into a gas station. We needed gas anyways, so we figured maybe filling up might help. After adding the gas, I drove the car up and down the road in front of the gas station, but there was no change in performance. I pulled into a Waffle House parking lot, and we started making calls to our respective parents.

Arielle’s father is a mechanic, and after explaining what was wrong, he suggested a few things to check… oil level, battery and spark plug connections, any disconnected hoses or belts, frayed wires, anything. From where I was, everything looked normal. We were 400 miles from home, and needed to get back home. Since a 400 mile tow was monetarily out of the question, her father suggested using their AAA membership. A valid solution, except for one small problem. Since I work for AAA, I knew it was going to become a roadblock for us….piggybacking.

You see, if you have a AAA Plus membership, you get 4 service calls or “entitlements” per membership year. Lockouts, jumpstarts, and tows are each entitlements. Plus members get up to 100 miles of free towing per service call. So, with 8 entitlements between both of our memberships, you’d figure that we’d be able to get home, right? Nope, not so simple. You see, AAA policy dictates that one entitlement is to be used per breakdown. So even if you have 4 entitlements, you cant use all 4 back to back to tow 400 miles. You have to wait one day to use the next tow. Even if you are over 400 miles away from home. We very well couldn’t stay on the road another few days, so I called the dispatch center supervisor directly in the Tampa Bay call center. I explained our situation, and she verified my fears… no, we would not be able to get back-to-back-to-back tows from Macon to FL. However, she said that we were in the AAA Nashville call center’s area, and they might be able to do something for us, but no guarantees. Once on the line with the Nashville supervisor Colleen, I explained the desperation of our situation…and defying policy, agreed to set us up two 100 mile tows over both of our memberships… something she could very well get in trouble for, touting karma as her excuse for helping us. She setup our first call which would drop us off at Tifton, GA…and gave me her direct line to setup the next service call once we got to Tifton.

Less than 30 minutes later, Jason with Ackerman Wrecker Service showed up. We crammed ourselves into the smallish cab of his flatbed. He was extremely nice and professional, even let me smoke in his truck when he wasn’t a smoker himself. Up to this point, Arielle was a bit hysterical and delirious, but his smooth southern drawl lulled her down… regaling us with tales of his antique car collection, crazy things that happened to him on the job, and sympathizing with our plight. He also championed capital punishment, which (in his words) he would “most definitely tape it on the pay-per-view if’n they’d show it.” We made it to Tifton in record time, about 2 am Monday morning. He cut us loose and wished us luck, now in a parking lot of a gas station in Tifton, GA…which Jason said was very rural but was “The Cleanest City in Georgia”. Not like Macon, he said. Macon had too many blacks. BTW, Jason was a little bit racist. Overall very nice and understanding… but the “too many blacks” comment kind of threw Arielle and I for a loop.

Once in Tifton, I placed the call to Colleen and she advised that since we were in such a rural area, it might take longer to find someone to do such a long tow at this time of night, as the drivers are usually reserved for accident cleanup by the local law enforcement. Also, that the tow would put us just inside the jurisdiction of the AAA Heathrow call center, and at that point she could not help us anymore or guarantee that trying for another tow would work. She urged us to try, though…bless her. About 30 minutes later, I got a call from Ms. Colleen (no relation to the AAA Colleen that had been helping us) from Old Time Towing and Recovery, and said she would with us in a few minutes.

When the flatbed arrived, it was considerably bigger than the last one we rode in…extended cab and everything. But out of driver’s side popped a tiny, elderly woman. Ms Colleen. She was 65 years old, and started to load the SUV onto the flatbed with the speed and accuracy only a few decades of repetition could explain. Once on our way, we absolutely fell in love with Ms Colleen. We totally felt like her grandchildren. She told us all about how she got started in her 26 year career in the towing business…through the fallout of her horribly failed marriage to an alcoholic and meddling of his conniving daughters. She told us the secret to making the best peach ice cream. She told us about her 4 children and 14 grandchildren, her personal faith in Jesus Christ, and all kinds love and loss that she’s experience over her life and weathered career. Her son married a “goddamned yankee” from New York, and said her grandchildren from that union were so warped by a lack of any real southern magic, that they never knew that corn came on a cob, or that you could fry chicken, or that French fries came from potatoes. “Can you even imagine? Children not knowing that corn came on a cob?” she said.

Then, out of the blue, she told us a horrible story about how an old friend of hers lost her daughter and 3 of 4 grandchildren. Apparently, her friend’s daughter was dating the local elementary school PE coach, from the school all 4 of her children attended. The relationship soured, and she tried to break up with him. So, he broke into the house at night, and slit the throats of her children while they slept…then beat, raped, and slit the throat of the mother. Only one small child lived through the ordeal…playing dead with a slashed throat and stumbling out of the house in the middle of the night for help once the monster had gone. “If she didn’t have the love of Jesus on her side, Lord knows what would’ve happened to her” – as Ms. Colleen put it. Just a weird, macabre story to stick in with all the talk of babies and cobbler recipes.

We loved Ms Colleen to death… but the ebb of the southern racist tide was also prevalent with her. “It’s not that I don’t like the blacks… I just can’t understand why they always want to kill each other, is all. I mean, my CPA is black and I love him to death! He is so damned funny.” She told us that there are certain “bad” neighborhoods that she wouldn’t go to anymore, after being shot at once in a “black night club’s” parking lot. “They were all out there, carrying on something awful.” There was a tinge of pity in her voice, like she was talking about some kind of caged animals. Such is the deep south…sigh. I’ve had much experience with this with my own family...it’s how they were raised, with no conflicting viewpoints. Inescapable. Despite this, Ms. Colleen was a wonderful, caring person. Her bigotry was cute in a quaint, antiquated kind of way. Never uttered the “N” word…just the tone which she spoke about “the blacks” was filled with a “they just don’t know any better” kind of tone.

Once Ms. Colleen dropped us off at the Shell station in White Springs, FL we were very tired, stinky, and considerably cranky. Now 5am, I attempted to place another service call with AAA. I placed the call no problem, but was soon called back by the dispatcher from Heathrow – they were onto us. They saw that we were piggybacking, and could not approve another 100 mile tow…without expressed approval from another call center’s supervisor. So, I called back to the Tampa Bay service center supervisor, explained what was going on, and she advised that she would call around and call me back. About 2 hours later, at 7:30 am, I received a call from MY boss from tech support… apparently there was an email going around concerning my situation, and what had already transpired. AAA was not too pleased that I had used my detailed knowledge of our dispatch systems to piggyback through the south on AAA’s dime, but, that considering the situation, the damage wasn’t as severe as without it. I apologized, and offered any reparations that might help… docking my pay etc. He explained that AAA would tow us again, provided it was to a AAA Approved Auto Repair facility, and provided we got the repairs done there…the closest being Jim’s Auto Service in Lake City, FL…13 miles away. As Arielle was in hysterics over why we couldn’t be towed anymore (despite my explanation), I called her father to relay the news. He agreed to have it towed there for repairs. AAA put in the call, and we waited. At about 9am, our new driver showed up to take us too our “final” destination. His name escapes me now… but I remember that he was a “full-time firefighter, part-time tow truck driver”…and once we excited barked our story up to that point, he got a little nervous that our bad luck would spread to him. Like, genuinely nervous… looking back, it was kind of funny.

We pulled into Jim’s in Lake City at about 9am. They were obviously very busy, but the driver made sure that they would be able to at least look at our vehicle before he dropped it in their lot. Once satisfied, he left without saying goodbye… possibly still afraid of being tainted by our sweaty evil. Lol.

Here we stayed for the remainder of the day. Jim’s was right out of a movie… a relatively small, homegrown repair shop, with the stereotypical, barely intelligible good ol’ boys behind the front desk…whistling their words between gaps of missing teeth. The office manager - a tall, tan woman named Ria – became our liaison between the mechanics and us. She would periodically come up and ask us questions about the nature of the problem…. They seemed to be having trouble nailing down the cause. But, we had air conditioning, a bathroom, wi-fi, and vending machines to utilize… a veritable oasis in this desert of shit that we waded into.

Arielle Skyped and napped and paced around the shop, obviously (and understandably) very upset at our luck…terrified of the retribution of her parents, who, at the time, were placing the blame on the condition of their vehicle on her (more likely our) shoulders. We were still 200 miles away from home, and no foreseeable ride in the future. I sat and closed my eyes until I was needed… not really sleeping, just shielding my parched eyes from the air. The last sleep I had was over 30 hours prior. My last shower was Friday morning. I was still wearing the clothes I had worn to the festival grounds Sunday, complete with rings of salt around the neck and armpits. My feet were swollen hamburger…the epic blisters that had formed on my toes over the course of the weekend were now all broken, and I was skating on their scabs everywhere I walked. My adrenaline reserves were reaching critical levels. I was not a happy camper. Wait, that’s actually funny, because we were camping. Meh, no it’s not. I was fucking ANGRY. I’m sure Arielle felt it, because she offered to get me some food. I wasn’t hungry, but agreed…Arielle needed to think about something else for a while and needed to complete something, even as menial as a food run. Where I was angry, Arielle was terrified. Her eyes were always on the brink of tears, even though the smiles.

Kind of funny, more creepy… When Arielle was determined to go on a food run, she asked the folks at Jim’s if there were any places for food in walking distance. Almost everyone, in unison, said “Subway, if you consider 3 miles ‘walking distance’”. One of the younger mechanics offered her a ride to Subway, in a seemingly nice gesture. Upon returning, however, Arielle described to me a scene reminiscent of Deliverance. He said she attempted to engage the young man in small talk, by apologizing for her smell, if he smelled her…to which he replied, leering “Naw, you smell just fine.” Then, “It’s good to have something fresh to look at for a change.” Yikes. Double yikes. The small town’s walls were obviously closing in on him. Luckily, he returned her unspoiled to deliver my sandwich, but it did little to ease Arielle’s newfound dread of sexual assault.

At 4:30pm, an hour before the shop closed, we got the bad news. They could not determine the problem…apparently whenever they test drove it with their diagnostic computer hooked up, it drove different every time, and kicked back a different error code every time…so there may be something wrong with the car’s computer. Only a Suzuki dealership might have the answers, as it was still under factory warranty. The closest Suzuki dealership was 40 miles away, and we had to call in yet another tow (not free this time - $5 a mile. Ouch….paid by Arielle’s dad), but we did not have to ride with. In the meantime, Arielle got in touch with her cousin Bradley who she had not seen or spoken to in over 2 years…he lived in Gainesville and was willing to give us a ride. Joy.

So, the shop closed, some of the people there hung out for a few minutes to pity us with small talk, but there we were… in front of a garage with almost all of our camping gear and bags, waiting for Bradley. He offered for us to stay the night, but I was not going to stay away from home any longer. I advised Arielle (in retrospect, probably not in the nicest way), that I would be damned if we weren’t going home tonight. She asked her cousin if he’d be willing to take us all the way, and he said he would for gas money. As we had no money left, Arielle’s father offered to pony it up once we got into town. At 7pm he arrived at the shop to collect our fragrant hides, and after a quick stop by Bradley’s apartment to let him scarf down the remainders of our Subway, we were on our way home. Finally. Bradley was very good about it all, and I am grateful to him forever, even if the first impression I left with him was a bit off-putting…there I was, a stranger and hulking, shitty, angry mess, asking for a ride 200 miles away. Bradley, you are an officer and a gentleman. Your generosity, wit, and positivity helped us more than you’ll ever know. I owe you much. You have but to ask.

I got home at 10:30pm. Gods be praised. The shower that I took was nothing short of orgasmic. The layers of filth and grime poured off of me in brown streaks down the drain. I was born anew. Shortly after, my wonderful and beautiful girlfriend Danielle came through the door, with much needed hugs, kisses, and more hugs. After a 40 hour perpetual state of nervousness, anger, frustration, and lack of sleep, my body commenced to shut down. I slept for over 12 hours. Huzzah.

I’ve had my road-trip-disaster fun for the next few years. But, still hasn’t turned me off from ever wanting to go to Bonnaroo again. I just don’t trust Suzukis now. And next time, we’ll be sure to pack a rape whistle.

Who’s down for Bonnaroo 2010? =)

-J

Let’s have a (rough) breakdown –
6:30 pm Sunday – Left Bonnaroo in Manchester, TN
10:00 pm Sunday – Pulled over in downtown Atlanta, almost killed GA State Trooper
11:30 pm Sunday – First signs of fuckery in car in Macon, GA
12:30 am Monday – Picked up at Waffle House in Macon, GA, by Jason
2:00 am Monday – Dropped off in Tifton, GA at a Flash Foods gas station
2:45 am Monday – Picked up by Ms. Colleen in Tifton
4:30 am Monday – Dropped off at Shell Station in White Springs, FL
7:30 am Monday – Advised by my boss that we’d have to be towed to a AAA approved repair facility.
9:00 am Monday – Picked up in White Springs, FL
9:30 am Monday – Dropped at Jim’s in Lake City, FL
1:00 pm Monday – Arielle menaced with sexual assault by local yokel
4:30 pm Monday – Found out vehicle had to be towed to Suzuki dealership
5:00 pm Monday – Vehicle picked up to be taken to Suzuki of Newberry
5:30 pm Monday – Jim’s closes, we wait outside
7:00 pm Monday – Bradley saves us from Lake City
7:45 pm Monday – Arrive at Bradley’s in Gainesville, he eats our Subway
8:00 pm Monday – We leave Gainesville
10:30 pm Monday – I open the front door to my house in St. Petersburg, openly weep in the shower

6.16.2009

Heading Home.....?

Trouble ahead, it seems, for our hero...

Bonnaroo 2009 - The Beginning of the End - Act 1
Sunday, I woke up at 10am and cranked the car to charge my phone. As it came to life, I saw i had 10 missed texts and calls from Arielle, asking where I was. She wasn't at camp...and a knot started forming in my stomach. I started trying to call her, texting her, anything to let me know she was safe. After about 2 hours of cleaning up and packing up my gear, I still heard nothing. At this point I'm imagining the worst...she was kidnapped by hippies and they were torturing her with Widespread Panic albums, or Mr. CSI was in fact a serial rapist/killer pretending to be Mr. CSI. I started to panic a bit. I'm responsible for this 20yr old girl, and I let her get killed in like the most stereotypical way possible.

Maybe it was because my brain was dusty from all the lack of fluids, but then, it hit me... check her TENT. Where she's supposed to be sleeping. And there she was. Phew. I guess i had assumed she would've slept in the car again, still suffering from arachnophobia... but no, she was right where she should've been all along. Then I felt foolish for internally accusing CSI of foul play... he's like the most gentle, non-threatening guy ever. Sorry man, btw, if you're reading this. Oh, and now I just confirmed with Arielle that your name was Andrew. BTW she likes you a lot.

After waking up a confused Arielle in a semi-scolding "I-was-worried-sick-about-
you-what-are-you-doing-being-where-you're-supposed-to-be" kind of way and packing up all of our gear in the Vitara, we decided to head out to the grounds for the day's offerings (Dillinger Escape Plan, Erykah Badu, and Snoop Dogg), but to leave relatively early (before Snoop Dogg). We were tired. Over it. Neither of us had showered in 3 days. Home tasted good right about then.

Made it in right in time for Dillinger... and got very close in. I was worried Arielle might not appreciate the DEP, considering the nature of their music, but she was totally into it...but maybe a bit more due to the lead singer being jacked up like an NFL player. We muscled our way into the crowd to the edge of the pit...which was understandably and retardedly vicious.

Dillinger, as always, impresses. They play with such speed and accuracy, despite cartwheeling around and jumping into the crowd off of amp stacks with their guitars. The singer kept winging full water bottles indiscriminately into the crowd with high speed and always accurately at head level... I felt the whip of air as one flew past my face, and looked to the singer, who gave me a knowing wink and smile. Dillinger was trying to kill me. Which was awesome. They played the greats - "43% Burnt", "Sugar Coated Sour", "When Good Dogs Do Bad Things", "Sunshine the Werewolf", "Panasonic Youth"...and some more mellow-for-Dillinger offerings from that new album, Ire Works. They even played their cover of Aphex Twin's "Come to Daddy", which they rarely play live. I left satisfied and Arielle left with a newfound appreciation for grindcore. Win-win.

We headed to the media hub for some water and to chill before Erykah Badu. Saw Aziz Ansari (from Human Giant/Parks and Recreation fame) and Margaret Cho. Also saw David Byrne passing through in some ridiculous getup, which I assumed was part of his whole "thing".

We met CSI Andrew at Erykah Badu. She was about 20 minutes late starting her set, and we wondered if maybe there was a "diva moment" happening backstage. Her band formed onstage and set the mood, and then she came out in a bowling cap and a Public Enemy hoodie. I was impressed with her show... her band was extremely tight and she commanded them like a general, stopping and starting multiple times mid-song at her whim... a very impressive display of stage presence and skill.

I started back during her last song, to make final preparations for the journey home...on the way back, snagged a video and pics of Ted Leo playing solo, and of Triumph and Robert Smigel. We left the campground at 6:30 pm, with no trouble. No line to get off the grounds, no traffic on the highway, we were golden. Smooth sailing. Until we got to Atlanta.

On I-75 S, in downtown Atlanta, in heavy 5-lane traffic, the lights of Georgia state trooper came on right behind us, and we freaked. I wasn't speeding, so I didn't know what was going on. I was panicking, because I had to get over across lanes of high speed traffic, so I went over to the left emergency lane, which upon getting there, noticed was only 4 ft wide, and cars are having to swerve to get around us. The trooper was not happy about this. We cam up to my window, screaming at the top of his lungs that I was going to get them killed, and to pull over on the right side of the road, across 5 lanes of high speed traffic.

Note that is only sounds easier than it actually is, especially when you are panicking, and knowing a state trooper is watching your every move. The oncoming traffic did not try slow down... people were swerving left and right to avoid me until the trooper flashed his lights and got behind us. Once there, he gave me another earful about how dangerous what I had just done was...and that he pulled me over because my tail lights were out. I apologized profusely, and kept doing so after he took my license and registration and made his way back to his vehicle. Arielle was white as a ghost, and threatening to throw up in the car. Then she informed me that the head/tail light system in this car was different, that it had to be on a certain setting for the tail lights to come on. This is why I was pulled over. I had headlights and dash lights the whole time, and assumed the tail lights were on, too. After she showed me the correct setting, the officer summoned me to his patrol car.

He said he saw the tail lights come on, and I explained about how this was an unfamiliar vehicle to me, and didn't know the correct settings, but did now. He let me off with a warning. Pretty awesome of him, considering that I almost got him runnt over.

We left Atlanta wide awake from that little burst of adrenaline, and continued to make our way south. At this point, the next leg of the journey needs it's own very long note. I'm going to upload my photos now and get back on later to finish it out... I need time to pull it all together.

l8rs.
Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion.
-alstr

Jerrad's Odyssey Continues

The legend continues...

Bonnaroo 2009 - 3rd Strike
Phew. A real computer. Air conditioning.

Saturday. THE day. By now it was all finally getting to us...sweaty, tired, and blistered, we semi-reluctantly headed back out to the grounds for the day, with no particular plan of attack. Arielle was determined to get some kind of interview down and I wanted nothing more than to avoid the sun.

I settled down to check out Bon Iver, and almost immediately shut down for a nap. Was awoken by my cell phone ringing... Arielle got an interview with Robyn Hitchcock and wanted to re-group. Bon Iver was perfect for the mood we were in. Like, totally soundtracking our lives at that moment. Like, yeah.

Arielle was excited about her interview... according to her, Mr. Hitchcock blew off the people from Fuse TV to interview with her. Apparently, he was convinced after asking her "Does your radio station play commercials?", which was hilarious to hear in Arielle's hilariously sub-par "British" accent. It doesn't, by the way, play commercials. Which was why he was convinced. Which is why she got the interview. Argh, my brain is drying out.

After Bon Iver we decided to get some dinner in the media hub before the Mars Volta. Fascinating watching Arielle unhinge her jaw to eat her cheeseburger-on-a-hoagie roll...see pic below. We sat and listened to the Gov't Mule, and kind of faded in-and-out of consciousness until about the time that Mars Volta was about to start...then headed out to claim our spot on the grounds. Arielle wanted to meet her Bonnaroo boyfriend.

Oh, BTW... Arielle had a Bonnaroo boyfriend. She met him Friday after her botched Of Montreal interview. His name escapes me at the moment...but she said that he was from LA and worked on CSI, and that his uncle played the coroner on the show...and she thought he was the bee's knees. They were absolutely PRECIOUS. Plus, when he was around, she kinda just stayed put. A welcome break from the whole pinball-around-the-festival thing I was used to up to that point. =) Sorry, Arielle... i'm talkin' a little shit.

They blanketed down for the show, but I had to get in there. I had never seen the Volta (yeah, that's right...we're on a last name basis), and was very much anticipating it. I had imagined a MV show to be a very kintec ordeal... they were a very energetic and flamboyant band, so, in turn, I figured that would affect the crowd in similar ways. I was ready to get unFUCKINGhinged.

Their performance was unbelievable. Be-afroed demon-possessed cricket-men rocking out the fuck OUT. I was a bit worried about Cedric's ( first name basis - ;] ), voice...because I've youtubed a lot of their performances and it's really hit or miss with the high-pitched stuff. Not for Bonnaroo 2009. His voice was on-point and Omar (again, see?) and crew were ferocious.

But, alas... the audience. They just kind of stood there. No one danced. No one moved. But me. It was rather easy to get near the front because everyone seemed to be so disinterested in the whole thing. Kinda surprising. Maybe everyone's drugs kicked in at the same time and they were having their MINDS BLOWN, or everyone was exhausted and trying to soldier through...who knows. But, for once in my life, I was the only one dancing in an audience. Thank you, Mars Volta.

After that, Bruce Springsteen was going on, and no other acts were schedule to play during his set. So, we had a little over 4 hours until NIN started... and none of us were particularly in seeing The Boss. As I told Arielle, "He's not MY boss. He doesn't sign MY check." So we all posted near the NIN stage and napped it out.

Once again, I was determined to get as close as possible, while Arielle and CSI blanketed it. This was supposedly (confirmed?) that this was the last NIN US live show ever. Again, ever. It was my first/last NIN show.

Trent Reznor and I have a difficult relationship. For the longest time, I was never really impressed with the majority of his work, and often associated him with the kind of people that I had little to nothing in common with. Not that I didn't like "industrial" music or whatever you call it... I really like older Ministry and have a special place in my heart for Skinny Puppy, but NIN never appealed to me. Maybe because I thought Trent Reznor was a smarmy fuck. Not maybe. Definitely.

I am man enough now to admit that I was very wrong about my assumptions. That man can put on a show. Hundreds of lights...like looking into the center of the sun. The music shook the earth. This wasn't the crowd at the Mars Volta show...these folks was serious.

I'm not familiar with the bulk of his work, but I did recognize "March of the Pigs", "The Fragile", "Head Like a Hole", and "Wish" (with assistance from Dillinger Escape Plan!!!!). A few covers, too... "Metal" by Gary Numan, "I'm Afraid of Americans" by David Bowie, and at one point I heard someone say something about a Joy Division cover...but I wouldn't know... Joy Division is still in that category that NIN used to be in. Closed it out with "Hurt". It was beautiful. The energy of the crowd was very overwhelming. Mr. Reznor, my hat goes off to you. At the last possible moment, you changed my mind about you.

After that, I my phone was dead, and could not get in touch with Arielle. We had already said to meet at camp afterwards, so I started the long trek back. I got there first, and flopped down fully clothed and sweat drenched to get some much needed sleep.

Unbeknownst to me, it would prove the last bit of sleep I'd get for almost 40 hours...
Arielle ---------------1
Cheeseburger ----- 0

6.14.2009

"How cool was that? There you go."

6.13.2009

Bonnaroo 2009 - Day 2

Bonnaroo 2009 - Day 2: The Next Day

We received the following missive on Saturday, June 13 at 3:52pm, originating from Camp McLeod at the 2009 Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival in Manchester, Tennessee:

Friday was pretty rad. Yeah.

In the morning Arielle and I split up... She went to go interview Of Montreal and I attended the media orientation. Neither went according to plan.
The press orientation was a short meet-n-greet with the Roo staff and media going over the rules. Unfortunately, I found out that are media passes don't allow us to operate with impunity.

As far as any special access, it is very limited. It seems there are several levels of security, and we are on the bottom rung. Definitely not what we had imagined/hoped, but still very much cool...

Basically, we are allowed access to the media compound and all of it's facilities, which is unbelievably helpful. A private bar, catering, and bathrooms guarded from the rest of the masses. Nice and calm and spacious... A welcome break from what's going on the other side of the fence.

There are closed areas for us to stand and take pics besides the stage in all of the "tent" stages, but its ultimately up to the artist as to how many can get in, or if at all. Thursday night musta been a fluke, because I could no longer get into the same places friday night. But, I'll keep trying my luck throughout today. Bust some hippy hedz.

We have NO access to either of the main stages. Only a select few photographers with special badges and pro camera gear are allowed anywhere near. So much for getting a pic with The Boss. :[

I called Arielle after the orientation to enlighten her, and found out her interview with Of Montreal wasn't an interview with Of Montreal. It was the campsite of some Creative Loafing staffers that had already interviewed them. She was considerably and justifiably bummed. As we were very far away from each other, and our cell phone in their death throes, we decided to meet back at camp at the end of the day. She palled around with the Creative Loafing folks and saw some shows... Namely, Animal Collective, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and TV on the Radio... All back to back on the same stage. I was there too, but from a much greater distance...the mud proved to be quite a deterrent, and I wanted to save my energy for the day's goal... Beastie Boys, on the main stage.

Before that, however, I had a chance to check out Grizzly Bear. I'm not too familiar with their work, but they put on a killer show... And almost made me consider taking Alastair's musical recommendations more seriously. Almost.

After waiting in line to refill my water bottles and charge my cell phone, I headed towards the main venue to secure a good spot for Beasties. 50,000 people converging on one spot was a bit overwhelming, so I had to fight a lil dirty to get close... Kicked, shoved, yelled, and bit until it no longer worked... About 10 rows from the front. There, I waited 2 hours before they started.
I've never seen the B-Boys live...I was a bit worried about the quality of their performance, considering the infrequency of their tours and, well... their age. I was very happy to be proven wrong.

It was greatest hits night, for sure... Which wasn't a bad thing. After a bombastic introduction by Mixmaster Mike, they opened up with "Time for Livin'"... Even played the classic "Egg Raid on Mojo". It was a good mix of their singles, punk and instrumental works, but the highlight of the night being when they brought Nas(!) out to perform a song from their upcoming album. Magic. The show far exceeded my expectations.

I will say that Mike D is shockingly skinny...looks like a concentration camp survivor with a slight afro. MCA and Adrock were rockin their silver manes, but damn, they were surprisingly spry and animated. I tip my hat to you, sirs. You aint no slouches.

After escaping the sweaty masses in the aftermath of the BB's, I headed to the media compound to decompress and regroup...to find Triumph interviewing Flavor Flav. ! Snapped a few shitty cell phone pics (as my real camera was dead), and managed to get a few of Robert Smigel, too.
I hurried over to catch Public Enemy perform "It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back" in it's entirety. Flawless. I don't think it's necessary to embelish that anymore, other than saying "FUCK YES."

After that, I dragged my sweaty bones back to the tent to get a few hours of sleep. Far too tired to try and see Girl Talk, which was originally in my plans. The day was hot, but thankfully dry... No spiders or moles or rain to deal with. Hoo-ray.

Arielle may have an interview with Robyn Hitchcock, and I am going to try to get more photos. There are Q&A sessions with some select bands today, but we may not be able to get to all of them.

On today's plate: Bon Iver, the Mars Volta, and NIN. This is the big one, boys and girls...

Here's to staying alive! May the giant blisters growing on my pinky toes only hurt when I walk.

-J
We also received these pictures of Flavor Flav and Robert Smigel, respectively, which show off Jerrad's considerable skills as a photographer. Do you you find these images as transformative as I do?
Let's hope he can keep up this pace.

-alstr

Bonnaroo 2009 - Day 1

Bonnaroo 2009 - Day 1: Into the fray! (The Taming of the Mole)

We received the following missive on Friday, June 12, originating from Camp McLeod at the 2009 Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival in Manchester, Tennessee:

Shaky but net good first day/night...

Struggled a bit with our tents in the unforgiving Tennessee sun. Our immediate neighbors are thankfully good people. After setting up camp, we ventured out the explore the site. Seems like it gets bigger every year.

After talking to 10 or so rookie Roo employees, we finally found the media hub. We have access to wireless, catering, and portapotties we don't have to share with the masses. Hoo-fucking-ray.

With our passes we have access to the side (aka DRY) areas of the stages...got some great photos of Murs and The Knux. Expecting to get lots more in the nights to come... :D

We were then treated to a brief but very intense thunderstorm. Like, biblical wrath type shit. Got soaked and lost; came back to campsite to find the insides of our tents uncomfortably wet and a family of giant leaping spiders living in our bags of clothes and blankets. WOOT! Hunting jumping spiders in a tent with a flashlight is as difficult and terrifying as you might expect. In the end, we triumphed over the unrelenting arachnid cabal.

Arielle, unconvinced of our apparent victory, opted to sleep in the car. I was apparently unconcerned about a possible spider counter-attack, as my body shut down the moment I hit the air mattress, after being awake for almost 48 hours. Phew.

The spiders did not seek retribution. Good thing, as they outnumber is 10 to 1.

Awoke this morning to Arielle calling my name. A little baby mole had found his way into her tent. Arielle insists on calling it a shrew, but it isn't. It's a mole. Found him a home away from the campers.

After a hot shower and breakfast burrito, I feel like some kind of brand-new million dollar man. Arielle is obviously still upset about the spiders.

The day is upon us. Arielle is off to interview Of Montreal this morning (after some impressive hustling), and I am off to attend the press conference to get the 411 on exactly what else we can do here.

More to come! Hopefully I'll get some wireless time later...typing this phone is killing my hands...

-J
We continue to hope for the best.

6.08.2009

Alastair is going to be a Panelist

Howdy. I'm going to be part of the DIY Sound Recording panel at 1:30pm on Sunday June 14 at the REAX Space (1911 19th St N in Ybor). It's part of Homemade: A Music Symposium, taking place this Saturday and Sunday at various locations throughout Ybor City. Check out the schedule of events below. Hope to see you out there.


2009 Schedule

Wednesday - June 10 2009

The Dirty Shame
7th Ave and 20th St in Ybor City (map)
7:00 PM An Evening with Tony Michaelides
Stories from the ’24 Hour Party People” scene in Manchester UK and the birth of Punk and Rave Culture — Tony presents his personal reflections on relationships with icons like Tony Wilson from Factory Records, Martin Hannett, Joy Division, and The Happy Mondays with some never before seen video and audio.
Free and open to public

Saturday - June 13 2009

HCC Art Gallery
HCC-Ybor Performing Arts Center (
map)
9:00 AM - 7:00 PM Opening Reception 9:00 – 10:30 AM. Coffee and nibbles. One-day show, closes 7 PM. Special exhibit featuring art works inspired by music and music makers. Featuring a live generative deconstruction sound/performance installation by AVAACC.
Main Stage
HCC-Ybor Performing Arts Center
10:00 AM Poets of Popular Song - The Lyrics and Lyric Writers of the Great American Songbook
Rosa Rio, Paul Wilborn, Eugenie Bondurant
Noon Lunch
Network with area professionals or check out some of the great restaurants in Ybor City
1:00 PM TuneCore and Digital Media Distribution
Peter Wells, Co-Founder of TuneCore
2:00 PM Area Record Labels and Artist Managers Panel
Ivan Peña (Mohawk Bomb Records), Brett Steele (Steele Management), Joe D'Acunto (THX MGMT), Steve Dube (Decadent Suite)
3:00 PM Alternative Media Promotion: Making the Most of Twitter, Facebook, and the Blog Network
Julia Gorzka (Social Media Consultant), Megan Voeller (Editor, artsqueeze.com), Darrin Guilbeau (siliconeadvantage.com), Stephen Hammill (Creative Loafing), Bryan Childs (ninebullets.net)
4:00 PM Marketing, Touring and Band Management: Content Managing for Bands
Joran Oppelt (Creative Loafing), Ivan Peña (Mohawk Bomb Records), Stephen Hammill (Creative Loafing), Shawn Kyle (REAX Magazine), Joe D'Acunto (THX MGMT)
5:00 PM How to Get the Most Out of a Studio Session
Steve Connelly (Zen Recording), Wes Price (Polysound Studios), Brian Merrill (Studio B), John Stephan (Springs Theatre)
6:00 PM Meet the Press: Area Music Critic Panel
Julie Garisto (St. Petersburg Times and tbt*), Curtis Ross (Tampa Tribune), Lee Courtney (WMNF Radio), Scott Harrell (REAX Magazine), Leilani Polk (Creative Loafing)

Studio Theatre
HCC-Ybor Performing Arts Center
3:00 - 6:00 PM Theatrical Concepts in Video Recording
Stan Arthur (Filmmaker and Musician), Fred Smith (Grown Man Brand). Featuring Hypnophonic Band.

Rehearsal Hall
HCC-Ybor Performing Arts Center
3:00 PM The Pranayama of Voice
Denise Moore (jazz vocal stylist and yoga teacher)
5:00 PM Using Your Electronic Press Kit and Website to Put More Money in Your Pocket
Ivan Pena (Mohawk Bomb Records)

HCC Art Gallery
HCC-Ybor Performing Arts Center
3:00 PM Special exhibit featuring art works inspired by music and music makers.

Saturday Night Showcase - June 13 2009

An evening of Special Guests and Performers at Venues All Across Ybor
$5 per venue or $10 for an All-Access Pass (Sold at the Symposium and New World Brewery)

New World Brewery
1313 E 8th Ave (map)
8:00 PM - 1:00 AM Homemade Symposium Showcase
Featuring Will Quinlan, Rebekah Pulley and the Reluctant Prophets, Lorna Bracewell, Skull and Bone Band, and 10th Concession
Sonic Departures: Avant Garde Interludes
Featuring the Aripeka Stompers (Clogging), Rayzilla (Psychedelic Bass), Lee Hinkle (Avant Garde Zarb), John McCoy (Nintendo DS Techno), The Hole (Ukulele)

Crowbar
1812 17th St N (map)
8:00 PM - 1:00 AM Mohawk Bomb Records Showcase
Featuring Hat Trick Heroes, The Orchid Thief, Ascending to Avalon and Rise of Saturn

The Roosevelt
1812 15th St N (map)
8:00 PM - 1:00 AM Project 3.0 & Tek-nique Entertainment Present

Re:Create The Art of Upcycle
"Upcycling the practice of taking something disposable & transforming it into something of greater use and value."
Art & Live Works By:
Carlos Pons Paz, Isiah Perkins (Boundless Creativity), Efrin Rebugio Jr. (Everyday Research), Christine Galas, Greg Latch (Y.A.A & Ybor Art Colony)
Performing live:
Dynasty, Slimm Hustle, Shardz of Glass, Dj Furious and More TBA
Poetry By:
Xzanthia, Katie Punto + More


Arts on 9th
1513 E 9th Ave (map)
8:00 PM - 1:00 AM New Performers from the Next Generation
Featuring Next Exit and Friends

Sunday - June 14 2009
Free and Open to the Public

Ybor City Museum State Park
1818 E 9th Ave (map)
1:00 PM Stephanie Carpenter
2:00 PM Hypnophonic Band
4:00 PM Francillia & Lorna Bracewell
5:00 PM Ella Jet featuring Experimental Pilot

Tre Amici @ The Bunker
1907 19th St N (map)
1:00 PM In Vogue: Tips on Promotional Photography
Jesse Stehlik (Stehlik Photography)
2:00 PM Bunko Squad and Ronnie Elliott
3:00 PM State of the Scene
Town hall meeting to discuss pertinent issues in the area music scene
4:30 PM Insights from the Engine Room
Tony Michaelides
6:00 - 8:00 PM Homemade Wrap Party

REAX Space
1911 19th St N (map)
1:30 PM DIY Sound Recording
Stephen Hammill (Creative Loafing), Brian Merrill (Studio B), Alastair St. Hill
4:00 PM Using Homebrew Software in the Nintendo DS and Audiomulch
John McCoy

Arnold Martinez Gallery
1909 19th St N (map)
1:00 PM Steve Vaclavik
2:00 PM Papos Frassica
4:00 PM Emily Roff

Mermaid's Slipper
1903 19th St N (map)
1:30 PM 10th Concession
2:30 PM Liz Hollister
4:00 PM Fred Slutsky
4:30 PM Charlotte Lee
5:00 PM Harry Hayward

Tuesday - June 16 2009
Free and Open to the Public

Main Stage
HCC-Ybor Performing Arts Center (
map)
7:30 PM Theatrical Music for Solo Percussion
Lee Hinkle, Doctoral Candidate at University of Maryland, and Robert McCormick, University of South Florida Professor of Percussion, and will present a concert of contemporary percussion music that incorporates a variety of performance genres into the art of percussion. Highlights include the Daniel Adams marimba duo "Road Traversed and Reversed" and the Florida premiere of Stuart Saunders Smith's "The Authors for Marimba / Vocalist".

5.25.2009

Six-String Assault

Click here to hear Sunday's Six-String Assault, hosted by Alastair St.Hill

5.24.2009

BBC Radiophonic Workshop











The Cloud Photographers



The Cloud Photographers is a fake soundtrack to a Wes Anderson movie. Or maybe it's a real soundtrack to a fake Wes Anderson movie. Yes. That's a better description.

Check out Snore and Guzzle for the whole story on The Cloud Photographers soundtrack project, and tune in to Grand National Championships this Monday night on WMNF 88.5 FM at 11pm EST, where The Cloud Photographers will be featured during our second hour. If you can't tune in live, check out the archive link on the top-right of this page to stream the show anytime.

1. Cumulus
2. Donovan - Hi It’s Been a Long Time
3. Andrew’s Waltz
4. The Kinks - So Long
5. Les Boréades - Piggies
6. Paul Simon - The Obvious Child
7. Artur Rubenstein - Rhapsody On A Theme of Paganini - Var. #7
8. Belle and Sebastian - Fox in the Snow
9. With a Chance of Rain
10. Mike Berry and The Outlaws - Don’t You Think it’s Time
11. Hindi Beatles medley
12. The London Double Bass Sound - Moses Fantasy (paganini)
13. Ion Laceanu - Briu
14. The Rolling Stones - Mother’s Little Helper
15. The Flight of the Bumblebee* (Sinfonia Lahti Cello and Bass Ensemble) (Rimsky-Korsakov)
16. The Zombies - Beechwood Park
17. John Cale - Paris 1919
18. The Who - Can’t Explain
19. English Chamber Orchestra - Water Music Suite No. 2 in D
20. Sparks - Whipping and Apologies
21. Itzhak Perlman - Caprice #2 in B Minor by Paganini
22. The Damned - Jet Boy Jet Girl
23. The String Quartet - Sunday Morning (Velvet Underground)
24. Sigur Ros - Olsen Olsen

This collection was compiled by Nicholas Gurewitch, creator of The Perry Bible Fellowship, a hilarious comic strip about life, death, love, robots, and freaking vortices. Do yourself a favor and comb through the archives.




alstr

4.26.2009

Clues - Perfect Fit

From We Listen For You's series, Silverlake Steps:


Silverlake Steps - Clues - "Perfect Fit" from We Listen on Vimeo.

4.07.2009

The Shins ARE a really good band.

4.05.2009

Fair Comparison

Another Successful Marathon!!

3.23.2009

Dirty Projectors - Knotty Pine

Nothin' but another video. No apologies, though. It's a real humdinger, Dirty Projectors playing their song "Knotty Pine" from the Dark Was The Night compilation. David Byrne is not part of the performance, but there IS an enthusiastically executed audience participation segment.



Also...

Look forward to some new casting announcements this week. Oh, after my VACATION, that is. That's right. I earned it, and I'm taking it. Jerrad and I are going with some friends to see Medications and Cinemechanica in Athens, GA. If you're unfamiliar with Medications, here's a performance from one of the tunes on their first EP:



Maybe we'll have some audio from the trip after the Fund Drive.



Which brings me to the Fund Drive. It's that time again. If you have any means to contribute, it would be greatly appreciated. Our particular shift will be NEXT Monday, March 30th, from 11pm to 1am. To donate towards our goal, call 813.239.9663 during our show or visit wmnf.org anytime leading up to it. Don't forget to tell them that it's for us. Thanks as always for listening. Drop a line to us@grandnationalchampionships.com if you have any questions, comments, concerns, etc.

alstr

3.17.2009

American Analog Set - Come Home Baby Julie, Come Home

3.07.2009

Middle Distance Runner - "The Unbeliever" (VIDEO)


Middle Distance Runner "The Unbeliever" from maxwell sorensen on Vimeo.

3.05.2009

Alright!

From the mind of Harry Partridge:

3.02.2009

Back Up To Speed

Hello everyone.

We're back to the present. I've stopped posting individual playlists, because they're all archived at WMNF (see the Playlist link on the right side of the page), so although it may look slightly more sparse in the main body of the site, the bits and bobs that ARE posted will be meaty chunks of content, no filler.

That being said, in lieu of a live band session for the month of February, I'm proud to present the first:


Dan is the closer, less pretty one.

My good friend slash former roommate Dan Stewart goes by Dow Jones. He was a musical influence of gargantuan proportion in my life. Without his Technics 1200's around, I might never have known about Pepe Bradock, Thomas Bangalter, Wuz, Super Discount, Svek Records, Isolee, Quasimoto, and countless others nuggets of gold.

Thanks, Dan, for the learnin' and this brand new mix, which he has chosen to call 'Hard at 130' for some God-awful reason. I assume it relates to the tempo. I couldn't tell you exactly what songs are in it, and that's probably for the best. Click the link above to download it, put it on loud while you're doing something else and let your heartbeat sync up to it. Whatever it is you're doing, this should make it better. It will damned sure make it faster.

alstr

2.14.2009

Arth Mawr is a Nazi. No big deal.

2.13.2009

Grand National Championships: The Motion Picture

Alastair St.Hill played by David Cross

Alastair is the big bald head behind the operation. He's got a lot of great ideas, but a short temper.













Jerrad James McLeod played by Benecio Del Toro

Jerrad's got the street smarts. He takes care of business too dirty for Alastair. He's our IT director, also in charge of Video Game Operations.













Corin LaPointe-Aitchison played by Elvis Perkins

Corin is a big time player behind the scenes of Grand National Championships. He contributes jokes and moral support. When Alastair and Jerrad are low on strength, they drink his Eskimo blood for short bursts of power.









John Niles played by Topher Grace

Niles is a constant source of inspiration to the guys. He's even appeared on the show a time or two.









Arielle Stevenson played by a Cloud of Vapor

We are still not sure what this person looks like. She apparently is the host of Artful Dodgings, a highly entertaining program that airs Tuesday nights on WMNF.





Scott Elliott played by Ernie Hudson

Scott is the quite possibly the only human ever to withstand the brutal boredom assault of an entire Grand National Championships Fund Raising Marathon broadcast and actually tell us that he found it enjoyable. God bless him. Scott's All Souls program airs Friday afternoons from 2-4.










Janeen Wallace played by Kerry Kenney-Silver

Janeen's contribution to the show cannot be measured. Whether it's her strange forays into the World of Warcraft, her critiques of Alastair's impressions, or her heartfelt lobbying to not be played by a white girl in this movie, Ms. Wallace's appearances are anticipated and applauded by the GNC faithful.







Randy Wynne played by John Terry

The puppet master behind Grand National Championships is Randy Wynne. Alastair began his WMNF career assisting Randy during his morning show. Although, once an airshift was available, Alastair took the money and ran, like Anne Heche from Steve Martin. I guess that makes Jerrad like Ellen DeGeneres...or maybe Portia Di Rossi. Oh, and that also makes us gay.









Laura Taylor played by Kyra Sedgwick

A fundraising mastermind, Laura puts her ample talents to work Wednesday nights on Surface Noise.















DJ Arth Mawr played by Terry Gilliam

Tim Peterson is our favorite Welshman. He is a seemingly bottomless pit of semi-useful knowledge. He's taught us about Fantasy Golf and Real Time Viking Re-enactment. He's the svengali who talks us into getting money from the mob to finance our big budget motion picture.





Brigid Ochshorn played by Zooey Deschanel

Brigid is the sweetest thing on two legs. Her unwavering support of the guys help them through many a rough patch.














Joe D'Acunto played by Cedric Yarbrough

Alastair's known Joe since the days at USF, where Joe managed the campus radio station.