Man Your Battlestations
Whoa. And just like that it’s a brand new year. I hope everyone had a fun and safe holiday. Legions of the Afrocrew catapulted into the New Year on the wind of a song. And we did it Karaoke style. Many of the Twintown’s finest crooners were over at our household for an evening of sidecar libations and hilarious Lost In Translation karaoke freestyles. Some of the best money I’ve ever spent went towards the rental of that Karaoke machine. I laughed so hard that I when I woke up to the dawn of 2004, I was suffering from a serious laughter hangover. I had the machine for all of yesterday too. After supper the misses was steadfast in her determination to bust out some ‘People’ by Streisand. Then she moved into some advanced karaoke territory when she nailed Sir-Mix-A-Lot’s ‘Baby Got Back’. She even did the opening part with the preppy girls talking. Impressive. I was bummed this morning when I had to bring the machine back to the party rental place. It will be missed.

Tomorrow I leave for Mexico for some much needed R&R. I’ve got a ton of books, my ipod is filled with power, and my camera is ready for a week of mellow fun under the sun. Time to recharge the batteries and mentally prepare to kick the shit out of 2004. I’ll post if I can from some internet cafe south of the border, but one never knows what to expect on foreign soil. Que Sera Sera.

Running, Jumping, Standing Still

Best Albums in 2003
Well now I can’t let the end of the year pass me by without at least offering something in the way of a ‘best in 2003’ list. It just wouldn’t be keeping to the spirit of the season now would it? So I’ll do what I think is right and throw together a musical tribute to some of the bands and songs that kept the spirits high and my feet on the floor in the 2003.

Overall, it was a solid year for the guitar. My ornamental and acoustical bookends of Twenty-ought-three were forged in a smithy filled with dark and powerful metals. In between lay a collection of honest strumming and angular orchestrations. From that collection, here are my top ten picks. All of these albums were acquired this year. However, that does not mean they were actually made this year. It just means I got into in the ’03. Ahem.

1. AFISing The Sorrow
I got back into the idea of the album this year. I wanted it all: music, packaging, liner notes, good typography, etc, etc. I was sick of hearing one song I liked, then being suckered into buying the album just to find that the song I liked was the only good one on the record. I had heard one of the songs off this AFI (A Fire Inside) record on the radio and had heard other stuff by them in the past. When I saw the record for sale at Target for only $5.99, I knew that it was probably a shitty record and that it had only that one good song on it. I bought it anyway. Hot Damn. Sometimes that six dollar record you purchase on impulse becomes the album that holds exclusive reign over your Hi-Fi system for the rest of the year. Sing the Sorrow’s award winning package design and incredible type treatment wrap up this record of perfectly executed rock. I would describe this record as flawless. All the songs are good and the arrangement of the tracks really make this a complete and perfect effort. Also, AFI are incredible live.

2. Spider John KoernerRunning, Jumping, Standing Still
Minnesota folk bluesman John Koerner recorded this with fellow northern native Willie Murphy in 1969 with the help of the stellar Mohawk production team (see also Dr. John’s Gris Gris). Spider John’s songs on this album are an incredible loose combination of blues, psychedelic folk, and drinking anthems. The songs easily stand side by side with anything The Beatles or The Stones were doing at the time and in my mind also bridge the gap in Minnesota blues music between Dylan and The Replacements. In fact, most of ‘Running, Jumping, Standing Still’ sounds like those early loose Replacements records. A real live and free vibe percolates throughout the album. There are some great ‘breaks’ on this record too for any and all aspiring hip hop deejays.

3. Mississippi John HurtWorried Blues
This record had been sitting in my collection for years but it wasn’t till this year that I gave it a proper listen. To think of all the time lost that I could have been spending with Mississippi John Hurt. It’s a shame. Recorded live at the Ontario Place Cafe in Washington D.C. in 1963 this recording is dramatically apocalyptic and beautiful. John Hurt has a blues voice that is very hushed and quiet which compliments his minimal dark fingerpicking perfectly. The track ‘Sliding Delta’ wanders around in a soft understated southern stroll while dripping with rich, hot textures. After discovering this record I spent the rest of 2003 finding anything and everything else he recorded.

4. The Mars Volta
De-Loused in the Comatorium
If Apple’s iTunes software had the ability to take my entire album collection and output a brand new recording I think that album would sound something like ‘Deloused in the Comatorium’. The Mars Volta have combined everything from the past to put out a record that sounds like music from the future. There’s a strong prog-rock vibe that sits at the foundation to this record and on top of that I hear something that sounds like old Santana playing with Fugazi. Tons of real musical talent, angular arrangements, and catchy anthems combine to make a record that is as interesting as it is intense. It’s a record that probably took at least ten listenings before I grocked its full power. More please.

5. Coheed and CambriaIn Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3
File under: Music to Read Tolkien or Asimov by. These kids are definitely influenced by big ideas and in 2003 it was an absolutely important time to think big. Think epic. ‘In Keeping Secrets’ is the second album from the HEED but is actually the third chapter in a conceptual opus of punk-prog-rock. The story of Coheed and Cambria, a married couple that “are on a mission to save the universe in a post-apocalyptic love story” is being conceptualized for a graphic novel to be put out by lead singer and heavy axeman, Claudio Sanchez. Did you get all that? Mythology aside, ‘In Keeping Secrets’ had me playing more air guitar in front of the hallway mirror than any other record this year. I await the further installments like others await the final episode of The Lord of the Rings.

6. ParliamentOsmium & OutkastSpeakerboxxx/The Love Below
I acquired both of these records within the same week and although they were recorded 22 years apart, they are basically interchangeable. They are both great rock records and both serve up a healthy helping of country funk. ‘Osmium’ finds Parlaiment at the height of experimentation and musical risk taking. The album as a whole is dense with dead-nut song-writing and harmony. It’s a loose, fun record much like early Pharcyde records and the current output from Outkast. Put them all on at a party and your guests will think you got ahold of some Japanese import release of the Outkast record complete with a whole ‘nother side of hits.

7. Color HumanoV1.0
Color Humano was the greatest discovery of 2003. They are the sonic masters of 1970’s psychedelic Argentinean rock. They also served for me as an introduction into yet another sub-sub genre of amazing foreign music I had never explored before. Another glowing example that the output of incredible music from 1968 to 1973 was unmatched in the last century. This six year crescendo of music risk-taking produced a well of tunes that seems more bottomless with every new discovery. Already, 2004 flights to Argentina for record canvassing and archiving have been booked.

8. Papa MOne – Four
David Pajo, releasing records under the moniker ‘Papa M’ released four EP’s this year. Each EP has three songs on it. David Pajo plays almost all the instruments on each song. The series of EP’s, which according to Pajo may end up totaling 12, are a tour diary of sorts recorded in different cities mainly while on tour with Zwan. I really liked the idea of the individual EP’s instead of one long-player mostly because it made me listen more closely to each of the songs. The spectrum of material on the EP’s is incredibly diverse. Every song is a work of craftsmanship and there are no fillers to be found here. On one song Pajo might play just a simple folk song on an acoustic guitar with harmonica and then follow it with a tune that is layered with multiple instruments and eclectic arrangements. The end effect is that you really appreciate all the characteristics and tonal qualities that build on the story that Pajo is trying to tell. To think that the guy who brought us Slint would still be making such innovative and important music today brings a smile to my face. I read a review somewhere that said ‘Pajo is the Johnny Cash for the 21st Century’ and I think I would second that sentiment.

9. Black Flag – Live at First Avenue
The best live show I saw this year. At 42 years old, Henry Rollins ripped through a set of old Black Flag tunes and without pause or nostalgia showed everyone there that night where the bar for absolute rock is set. When I look at the current output of rock both on record and live being put out by kids half Rollin’s age it’s a pretty ugly thing to see. Where o where is the energy, honesty and conviction in the bands these days? A good wake up call.

10. SuperchunkCup of Sand
Damn. Cup of Kick-ass Gold should have been the title of this collection of rarities and b-sides form these rockers. Not one but two CD’s of foot stomping, pop-candy, that believe it or not at one point ended up on the cutting room floor. This one was stuck in the Hi-Fi player probably longer than any other Superchunk record ever has. Again the liner notes and album packaging added more sacks of gold to the rocking bounty. I’d bring this Cup of Sand to a deserted island just so I can say, ‘yeah, this is the record I would take’.

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Space Limo
Last night saw some serious big pimpin’ in this here space limo. It was a treat. As I drank liberally from the complementary bottle of sparkling apple cider, I noticed that the pure corinthian leather felt smooth under my wool slakes . The Limo was courtesy of the fine folks at Catalyst Studios. It fit a comfortable 15 people and gave ample room for everyone to throw metal horns when Priest came on the Hi-Fi. The Hi-Fi was encased in a cool polished faux mahogany cabinet with translucent space trim that changed its inner fluorescent color to the beat of the tribal drums. The space limo drove a half hour out of the city so that we could dine on mustard foam and eggnog creme brulee. Coming home we decided to spark up the video fireplace to keep us all warm but the tracking was off on the VHS player so the fire didn’t give out as much heat as we were hoping. The best part of the space limo, was the fiber-optic fireworks display that appeared continuously on the mirrored window at the back of the limo. We all stood in awe at its power and decided it was the perhaps the classiest piece of limo-technology on the planet. If I had to make just one prediction for the upcoming 2004, I would bet that everyone will have an animated fireworks mirror in their crib. It just has too much damn majesty.

Results Iowa
A website I built for the Governor of Iowa called Results Iowa launched this week. On a whole I think the site is a very progressive step in the field of e-democracy. Essentially, the Governor’s office wanted to build a website that would indicate the key goals and benchmarks of their administration. By using easy to read numbers and graphs, constituents can then get a birds-eye view of the progress state government is making in achieving those goals. It’s a pretty radical idea in that it gives the public a ton of information that was normally reserved for only department heads and government officials. I applaud the gutsiness that the governors office took in bringing this information to the surface and also in allowing the data to be presented in a design that wasn’t steeped in the usual doldrums of governmental information design.
See press on the website here.

The Sound of My Mind Laughing
I had a dream last night that I was at a party in a swank hipster flat somewhere in Tokyo. The flat was owned by DJ Qbert and Mixmaster Mike. I think it must have been some kind of a music industry party because the two deejays were sitting around ripping on people and generally acting kinda bored. I was waiting to be picked up by someone on a moped. Both Qbert and Mixmaster Mike were really cool guys and were being very nice to me (it was my dream after all). At some point I asked Mixmaster Mike what kinda stuff he was working on these days and he was like ‘oh man let me show you’. So he, Qbert, and I all went into this other room and Mixmaster Mike revved up this console, an image that reminded me Han Solo powering up the the cockpit to the Millennium Falcon. Then he proceeded to rip into a crazy scratch routine with all types of intergalactic noises. He was pounding on all these colored buttons and sliding all these faders that weren’t part of any soundboard I had ever seen. Very Terry Gilliam Brazil-like. I remember when he was done I questioned him about some technical stuff and about some of the sounds he was getting. Then I woke up.

My initial thought was, “Damn, dude you have some nerdy freakin’ dreams.” Where were the supermodels? Why wasn’t Halle Barry at this party? Upon further reflection of the dream I am struck by the minds ability to get funky in a dream. Somewhere in the deep folds of my subconscious was this amazing scratch routine just waiting to bust out. How in the hell does my subconscious know how to put together an intricate routine such as the one that Mikemaster Mike put down in my sleep. I saw the whole thing. I heard every note. Where did it come from? Of course, everyone has dreams like this. You have dreams where you’re reading whole pages of a book or a magazine. Just nuts. How is this possible? It’s very frustrating to know what your mind is capable of in the subconscious and know that you’ll never get close to that in the conscious. It’s one big tease. Damn you brain! Why do you mock me?

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Morning Wood
With apologies to the environment, and with utter disregard for household safety, I fully intend to run my fireplace all winter long. Non stop. 24/7. After this mornings haul and pleasing hours spent splitting timber, I am one step closer to Walden.

Every man looks at his woodpile with a kind of affection. I loved to have mine before my window, and the more chips the better to remind me of my pleasing work.” – H.D. Thoreau

….”he should lay a split of good oak on the andirons, preferably where there is no furnace, and let it warm his shins while a February blizzard tosses the trees outside. If one has cut, split, hauled, and piled his own good oak, and let his mind work the while, he will remember much about where the heat comes from, and with a wealth of detail denied to those who spend the weekend in town astride a radiator.” – Aldo Leopold

I Hate Joe Leiberman

I woke up yesterday with the unfortunate knowledge that I was going to have to watch Joe Lieberman on NBC’s ‘Meet the Press’. My Sunday morning ritual involoves a pot of coffee, reading the sunday paper, frying up a cajan potato breakfast I call Spicy Russert Potato Surprise, and then watching Mr Russert do his thing on Meet the Press. It’s a great warm-up before football starts. It usually gets me all fired up and I end up throwing sections of the newspaper at the Television. Sometimes, if Tim’s guests are especially loathsome and if the Green Bay Packers fall behind in their game, the entire newspaper and everything else in the livingroom is amassed in a poorly built shrine at the bottom of the television set. Knowing that Lieberman was going to be Tim’s guest put me in a terrible mood. The mess I was going to have to clean up later was going to be epic.

So, damn, you can imagine the great joy I felt when I turned on the lie-box and saw not Joe Lieberman’s idiot head bobbing up and down but Nick Nolte’s mug shot being shown with lot’s of men shooting Ak-47’s into the air. Oh damn, wait, that’s not Nick Nolte, hell that’s Saddam! Holy crap. They caught Saddam alive. Whoa. Time to make another pot of coffee.

I have to admit I was pretty excited about seeing Saddam being captured. It was a surreal, almost comic book moment, like Spiderman finally defeating Dr. Doom. I think I would have remained excited about it, were it not for everyone turning it into a decisive American political election moment. Everywhere I turned for news of the capture the chorus seemed to be the same: “Yeah!! We captured Saddam, Death to the Howard Dean Campaign!”, “We found Saddam and Dean is a big fat weenie!!”

What gives? This rhetoric wasn’t even coming from the republican pundits. They were just proud to have their one shinning victory. All the demo-robots: Kerry, Gephardt, Leiberman, were all out beating their chests and stopping only short of claiming Dean cleaned the rat poop out of Saddam’s ‘spider hole’ in their screed against him. The Dean bashing was tagged to the end of almost every news report yesterday: “The Green Bay Packers beat the Chargers 38 to 21 and now they have their sights set on Howard Dean” -and- “Sandra Outscouts Lill to win Survivor Seven, ‘The Pearl Islands’. And oh by the way, Howard Dean is a pussy. He wouldn’t last a day on Survivor.”

The gloves are definitely off in this here democratic primary. Should be pretty fun. I certainly would give all my money to a worthy charity just to see Dean punch Leiberman square in the jaw on live television.

Introducing the iShovel

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There must have been a hefty contingent
of Minnesotans on the iPod design team cause it’s the perfect device for Minnesota winters. It transforms the task of shoveling your walk and your 95 year-old neighbors walk from arduous into a wondrous rock opera. Plug in. Download. Shovel.

We got dumped on pretty heavy yesterday. A ton more snow than the supposed ‘Storm of the Century’ that was to occur a few weeks ago. This storm of course was vastly underplayed by the weather people. They mentioned ‘a polite dusting, a few inches at most’. I’m done watching the local weather forecasters. I could do a better job locked in my basement with blindfolds on.

One thing is certain, if this impossible snow fall continues all winter, my shits going to be buff, ripped, solid and stacked come spring.

My appreciation for Minnesota winters has increased 100 fold now that I don’t have to commute in it. Saddly, while the misses is stuck in an hour-long coummute to work, I’m smoking cigarettes on the screened-in porch and enjoying the silence that comes from natures own acoustic cushion. I think if we were a more civilized people, no one would have to go to work when it snows more than an inch or two. There’s no need for a Minnesota pride that stubbornly scoffs at a foot of snow. Give in to natures victory.

mounds

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TheDeanShirt
Wow. That harsh smacking sound you heard yesterday was the slap across the face Al Gore gave Joe Lieberman yesterday when Al decided to back Howard Dean for the demo candidacy. I don’t think Al’s going to be getting a Holiday Card from the Lieberman’s this year.

Speaking of the Deanster. Some of the Minnesota for Dean Meet-up folks wanted a t-shirt. They wanted a shirt that was a little more stylized and not so politically generic. I designed ’em one and then made a site for it to. Check it out at TheDeanShirt. They make great holiday gifts. Maybe Joe Lieberman will get one.