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Sunday, August 24, 2014

Drive Like Jehu to Perform Free Reunion Show in Balboa Park on Labor Day 2014

The last time I saw Drive Like Jehu, I was pretty blown away, so it's bittersweet that they've reunited and are playing a free show next Sunday (day before Labor Day) in Balboa Park.  According to stereogum.com, they're getting an organ accompaniment.  What, like a musical organ?  Really?

Part of me wants to leave that amazing evening in the past, untouchable and unchangeable by seeing an older version of them, with an older version of me in attendance.  Hell, that was just over 20 years ago, and I still remember elements of that night perfectly.

So I dragged out their epic Yank Crime CD the other night (I didn't have a turntable at the time) and threw it on full blast while annihilating some baddies in Watch Dogs, and let me tell you, it's some of the most exhausting music ever created.  I don't know how these guys could have created an entire album of this intensity, let alone a single song.  It hasn't lost a milliliter of the piss and vinegar it spewed back when it was released in 1994, the year I moved to San Diego, and I doubt it ever will.

My first exposure to these guys was from a mix tape the bassist in my band at the time had made me.  Or maybe I'd quit Dead Clown Pile by then and Smokey was just one of my housemates.  Anyway, he made me this tape full of great punk rock, a lot of it from San Diego, and it was all a little faster than it should have been because his turntable ran that way.  When I heard Bullet Train To Vegas, I was like, "Fuck man, who are these guys?"

The official announcement is here.  Looks like the show starts at 7:00, and according to an interview with Bitchfork, they're only planning on doing five songs for a set less than half an hour.  I'm not sure what to expect, but I'll be damned if I'm going to miss this one.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

One Day 'til Coachella - Final Thoughts Before Hitting the Road

It's going to be HOT this year folks.  Come prepared.  Not only do you need the necessities I mentioned in a post many years ago, but I'd like to add to it by setting up my updated Coachella packing list.

You need the usual stuff mentioned in the previous post as well, but here are a few things I'd definitely add to this list on the eve of my 14th Coachella:

  • Lip balm (not sure why this never made the list before)
  • A hat (Ibid.)
  • The official Coachella app (gets better every year)
  • Bandana (or something to cover your face in case we get another damn sandstorm worthy of a Darude-like ninth ring of hell)
  • Sweatshirt (or something warm, again, in case of sandstorm.  We stood in line at merch for 45 minutes last year due to poor weather and poor planning)
 And then of course there's the original list of stuff:
  • Tickets
  • Hotel reservations
  • Phone and charger
  • Sunblock
  • ATM card, credit card, and ID
  • several pairs of shorts
  • several shirts
  • PJs
  • Unna-ma-pants
  • sox
  • shoes (not good ones, closed-toe, they're going to get dirty)
  • medications
  • toiletries like toothbrush, toothpaste, contact solution, floss, and for chrissakes, deodorant
  • extra contact lenses
  • glasses
  • music (duh)
  • reading material
  • camera and case
  • $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
 'Tis the season.  Let's live.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

3 Days 'til Coachella - Schedule is UP!

Well, shit.

Not since 2008 when Prince made a surprise appearance on the schedule on Saturday night (I remember quite clearly blurting out, "What the fuck?!  I thought Portishead was headlining?!") have we seen such a literally last-minute amazeballs announcement addition to the otherwise completely fucking insanely awesome lineup:

PIXIES

Where the FUCK did these guys come from??? Is it that Coachella is such a massive thing now that they can just ask one of the best rock bands of all time (and one of the most anticipated reunion shows, that performed their first major show AT Coachella in 2004) to just come out and hang in the desert with us?

Well, shit.

Nothing wrong with that.

Now here's the answer key.

Friday

Dum Dum Girls
The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
Kate Nash (?)
Afghan Whigs
Broken Bells / Bonobo
Brian Ferry
The Knife
Outkast

Saturday

Sander Kleinenberg
Aeroplane
Bombay Bicycle Club / Banks / CHVRCHES
Holy Ghost!
Washed Out
Warpaint
Fatboy Slim
Pixies
Mogwai
Pet Shop Boys

Sunday

Trombone Shorty & Orleans Avenue
Preservation Hall Jazz Band
Fishbone
Poolside
Scuba
Classixx
Blood Orange
The Naked and Famous
Little Dragon
Lana Del Rey
Laurent Garnier / Disclosure


Tuesday, April 1, 2014

9 Days 'til Coachella - Banks

Normally, an endorsement from the LA Times is the kiss of death for a festival act, but this year they might be onto something with at least half of their recommendations for the rising stars.  I noticed a few gems in their recommendations that I was aware of, but Banks, I was not.

This singer is a true find.  Sultry, smoking hot lyrically and vocally, and she ain't bad to look at, neither.

And oh shit, she's on Saturday.  Shit.  Saturday is really stacking up.

Anyway, she sounds a bit like Siouxie singing for Portishead, or something like that, in the best way possible.

My greatest fear is that the choices we'll have to make this year will be harder than that Sophie's Choice shit.  What?  She had to choose between two kids or something?  That's nothing compared to what we might be up against.  It's either going to be a massive tearfest of sorrow trying to pick between acts stacked up at night, or it's going to be a real candidate for best undercard ever.

Either way, slap my ass and call me Sally.  Nine days away.

Friday, January 31, 2014

69 Days 'til Coachella - Caravan Palace


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Sixty-nine.

Goddammit.  My flaccid streak continues.  These guys remind me a little bit of some of Parov Stelar's recent stuff.  Too bad they didn't show up last year.  That broke my heart all the way down, so now I've got a crack in my ass.

Anyway, you can't argue that this video is really, really cool.  And depending on the format, this could be a great show or something that could have been a great show.

My prediction?  An early main-stage stunner that makeup weekenders won't be able to avoid hearing about.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

75 Days 'til Coachella - Austra



OK, I'm starting to get pissed now.  I can't find any really shitty bands at Coachella this year.  The only bad thing I can say about Austra is that they blurred out all the nudity in this video.  Come on, we're all adults here, so show us your boobies already.

I know I should be overjoyed, and don't get me wrong, on some levels I absolutely am.  I can't remember a year since I've been doing this that I've found such a fantastic over/under ratio.  This is going to make selecting tracks for our traditional Coachella or Bust CDs that much harder, because those bitches only go to like barely 80 minutes.

So, about Austra.  Damn.  Take Florence or Zola Jesus and put her in front of a really dark early 80's synth pop band and you're pretty much there.  Think Frida's I Know There's Something Going On with a killer dancefloor draw and those trilling, melancholy vocals of Zo' or Flo' with plenty of tinkling synthesizers.  Gorgeous, dark-gray stuff, only lit by the occasional strobe through the fog machine's perfumed pollution.

Apparently, they're from Canada, and according to their Wikipedia page, they recently lost out to Arcade Fire on some big prize they give out in the Great White North.  It's probably like a year's supply of bait or a shitload of poutine or something, but still.  I'm sick of AC hogging up all the prizes.  Canada's got some pretty fantastic bands.  Austra's definitely worth checking out.

Poutine.  The national dish of our neighbors to the north.  Or the results of my last stomach pump.

Austra plays Friday, so you shouldn't be too hungover when they take the stage.  You'll probably just be fucked up.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

81 Days 'til Coachella - Scuba



The more I try to find bands that might suck this year, the more I'm disappointed.  I mean, sure, there are bound to be some stinkers, but so far I'm just not randomly picking them.

Scuba is one of those acts that ended up being a pleasantly surprising brick wall I ran into when trying to find bands that sucked.  I figured it was probably a DJ, and I'm extremely suspect of the electronic music Coachella is booking these days in general, let alone electronic music in general.

It turns out that Scuba's track Hardbody could be my new favorite track.  It's a beautifully layered, textured, four on the floor stomper.  A wonderful, classic-sounding progressive house song complete with lush female vocals and a kick drum dropout that floats you gently away.

While I'd love to think that this is the norm, and that electronic music is returning to this, I know it's too good to be true.  So I'll just enjoy tracks like this one while they last.  If the rest of Scuba's stuff sounds like this, it could make for an extremely pleasurable set.