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Wednesday, April 22, 2009 
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Currently reading:
Jesus Saves
By Darcey Steinke
Saturday, January 17, 2009 
I just blew my nose so hard that air came out of my left tear duct.  I am not shitting you.  I could be like the guy in the video at the Ripley's Believe It or Not museum if my other goals don't work out.
Sunday, September 28, 2008 

Current mood:  sad
 I just kinda always thought he would live forever.
Currently listening:
Gulag Orkestar
By Beirut
Release date: 2006-05-09
Monday, July 21, 2008 
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Autopilot is for Lovers 7.6.08 @ Slab Town PDF Print E-mail
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Written by Don Andrews Photos by Shawn Reinert   
Friday, 11 July 2008 08:15

 

Autopilot is for Lovers @ Slab Town 7-6-08

 

It's Sunday night, somehow the afternoon had evaded me, and it's an hour before doors open at Slabtown; when suddenly I realize I should really take a shower, and possibly eat some food. Perhaps I was too wrapped up in the Men's Wimbledon championship, or perhaps I'm just lazy, it's so hard to tell, but I washed the grime and grit of my sedentary day away, and headed to the show. I've never been to Slabtown before, but as I was searching the internet one day, like yah do, I came across an interesting band called, Autopilot is for Lovers. I was into them immediately, like a good conversation with an old friend, there was just something there that spoke beyond the lyrics and the quivering voice, as it lilted its way above accordions and electric guitars. Something there in the background that just made me listen again and again. And like they say, "No one will know if you never tell them", so this is me telling.

 

Autopilot is for Lovers @ Slab Town 7-6-08

 

It was just before 9, when we(myself and Shawn, one of the photographers) walked through the door, an old ping pong table taking up most of the stained concrete floor, a trace of smoke floating by the fake brick covered pillars, and a bunch of people setting up instruments and gear, up on the stage. I find Adrienne (who's the lead singer/accordion/guitar/piano player), and she tells me that they're going to be the third act of the night, and gives me some background on the some of the band and its members, which there are several. Autopilot is for Lovers, uses a revolving group of musicians some play in other bands, some do play a few instruments, some do whatever needs to be done, also for tonight, Los Mustachios would be providing the visual enhancement, with a piece of equipment called the KeyWii (which uses a Wii guitar and a keyboard to change and warp visual displays being projected, hey I don't have to understand it to know that sounds awesome!). In lieu of all this new knowledge I think it's time for a drink, when I get back to the table I find out that the band has been bumped to the 4th slot and has a quick case of the, should we stay or should we go's. They mull the options, early night or free beer and music; I think we can see how this turns out.

Autopilot is for Lovers @ Slab Town 7-6-08

The ping pong table gets folded up and hid in a corner, as the lights dim and a slow Sunday trickle of people start to enter the bar. The very personable S. Brooks is seated with his guitar, and a smoldering cigarette in the ashtray on the floor. He strums a few bars and opens his mouth, and a soft sweet breeze blows through the bar. He opens with a few Ballads, and then kicks it up with some great guitar and a voice that makes me think of an urban Willie Nelson. For those of you who have lived in Portland for awhile, you might know Mr. Brooks from his band Minmae, who've been around for the past few years. I must say that Mr. S. Brooks solo stuff has a completely different feel then what I heard from Minmae, which I think is a good example from a band to solo dynamic which plagues a lot of musicians. So many just try to sound the same, I have to say S. Brooks sounds like S. Brooks, and played a great set to start the night.

Autopilot is for Lovers @ Slab Town 7-6-08

While the next band sets up, I decide to switch from beer to the much tastier beverage…whiskey. Just the thought of the clink of ice cubes against a short glass, the way the whiskey just kind of hugs them, in a let's be friends kind of way, and livened up with just a sprits of soda water...ah who's thirsty? The second band of the evening is out of North Carolina, on the home stretch of their cross country tour. I just would like to give this band a big round of applause, I took a look at their schedule, and they have 9 shows in eight days, and that's just amazing, maybe not as amazing as whiskey, but definitely close. They didn't waste any time getting things going either, immediately jumping into their set…no I mean it, there was a little bit of jumping! Playing a lot of songs from their self titled debut album, "I Was Totally Destroying It", came to play. A sound that's hard to categorize, a little Twilight Singers, a little bit retro. Despite some sound difficulty early on, the last half of the show went great, culminating with, Forfeit, and the chorus "You better run", and a very pop-retro song, Hey Alright, it started fun and stayed fun till the screaming wailing end!

I was Totally Destroying it @ Slab Town in Portland OR 7-6-08

I don't know if it had anything to do with today being the day Nadal finally took Federer down on grass(which sounds kinda naughty-like, when you put it that way), but Tennis Pro fucking rocked it! The three piece out of Seattle was one lively hot mess of a band. This is a band that anyone who's into rock'n'roll needs to go see, they're fun, wild and great live. You can tell these guys have been together for awhile, with butter smooth transitions and timing that pops, even when the bass player is wriggling on the ground it works. From Small Shorts to I'm Taking Your Mom Home Tonight, everything stayed charged and pounding, like a grunting orgasmic serve from Venus Williams. Check out the album, "Are you there God? It's me, Tennis Pro.", but to really enjoy this band check um out the next time they drive south.

Tennis Pro @ Slab Town in Portland OR 7-6-08

Finally we come to the band that I came here for, Autopilot is for Lovers. I listened and watched, as the music and visual display threw me into a trance like state. The vocals that drifted into my head and through my body, I lost track of time. The violin and banjo, the drums beating under the warbling voice. People pulled chairs around the stage sitting and listening. I went reeling through people and places of my past, letting the music push and pull me, guiding me here and there. So much stimuli to take in and process, I fell into the music and the screen, this crashing amalgam of instruments, as everything faded into the background, and I awoke to the stained concrete floors and fake brick covered pillars, with goose bumps still on my arms. My only complaint being that it was over too soon. I got home a bit after 1 and put on their new EP, "Sore Eyes", and proceeded to drift into the deep mist of dreams that wrapped over me like a favorite quilt, warm and familiar.

S Brooks @ Slab Town in Portland OR 7-6-08

You probably missed them tonight, but no worries, they play all around town in August, check out their myspace page for the most up to date information. On August 6th they'll be playing with Wooden Indian Burial Ground, at Roadside Attraction, should be an awesome show, besides what else do you have going on? If you have any questions about any of the bands covered here, go check them out on myspace, if you don't have myspace, then get it, it's free!

Front Door to Slab Town in Portland OR 7-6-08

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By Justin Strout

It's hard to believe an entire half of 2008 is behind us, and what a half it's been. Seems like only yesterday it was January, when a gallon of gas was $3.11, some folks still had jobs and a whole 32 percent of America still liked George Bush. OK, so it's been a horrific year, but at least in terms of good music, things are rolling right along.

The following are the records released this year that must not be overlooked. If you're one of the lucky few who can drop a Hamilton on a whole album, this is your call to action.

A disclaimer regarding exclusions: Local acts like Mumpsy and Crutch and the Giant Junshi met the criteria with flying colors, but we've already told you about them. Some brand-new releases, like the ones from Lil Wayne and N.E.R.D., are fantastic, but haven't set in enough to be given a pair of listicles just yet. Others, like those from Portishead and James McMurtry, were painfully cut due to space limitations. Also, the fact that R.E.M.'s Accelerate is better than the garbage Around the Sun doesn't mean it's great.

Autopilot Is for Lovers Sore Eyes (Stereotype)

Although technically an EP, this seven-song outing from a Portland, Ore., male-female duo is a haunting and full-bodied trek through the kind of Appalachian folk towns you'd never want to break down in. Alternately bluesy and Tim Burton-esque, singer Adrienne Hatkin's tottering half-yodel is a fascinating new development from the city that gave us M. Ward.

The Black Keys Attack and Release (Nonesuch)

There's give and take on every great album. Although Ohio Delta blues duo the Black Keys lost some of the immediacy that's defined their career by heading into an actual recording studio for the first time with hip-hop producer Danger Mouse (the project was originally conceived for the late Ike Turner), they gained a new depth of artistry by containing their garage-bred recklessness and channeling that energy into more adventurous tunes like "I Got Mine," which sounds like an unearthed R.L. Burnside gem.

Charles Hamilton Outside Looking mixtape (free download at www.iamnot
charleshamilton.com
)

Quality one-liners are a prerequisite in hip-hop, and Cleveland newbie Charles Hamilton has them in spades. "I'm an uptown boy with SoHo flavor/The beat is D-minor but I'm oh so major," he boasts on a glowing ode to New York shawties, "Brooklyn Girls." On "Superman" he throws out references at a mile a minute: "I want Charlie to shine, you want Charlie to Sheen/I'm Martin Sheen/I fathered this shit." But more importantly, Hamilton, like Eminem before him, takes the time to enunciate every word so that nothing is lost in his flow, and that makes this sample-happy debut not only impressive, but a total joy.

Killer Mike I Pledge Allegiance to the Grind II (SMC)

Atlanta's Killer Mike was mentored by Outkast's Big Boi. Last year, Mike punched Big Boi in the face. He denies the violence, but admits he was disgruntled and now he's on his own. And man, is Grind II (now pushed to a July 8 release – go figure) one massively disgruntled album. Mike raps with a sound and fury to make Faulkner hide in his closet. The Mike and the Mechanics–sampling "Can You Hear Me," with its dark and mountain-sized chorus, is the perfect jam for that melancholy nighttime drive home from a beach weekend.

Martha Wainwright I Know You're Married But I've Got Feelings Too (Zoe)

Between the album title and opening track "Bleeding All Over You" (a cousin to Zeppelin's "That's the Way" if there ever was one), if you don't know what's on Loudon's daughter's mind in the first four minutes, you're too dense to ever understand women (or function in everyday life, for that matter). This isn't the same Martha who matter-of-factly skulked her dumped ass through "Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole" years ago. Now into her 30s, Wainwright's playfulness resembles Dolly Parton's, but with a Germaine Greer mind-set. She's a woman completely in charge of her own confusion and misguided lovesickness, and the results are some of the best chick-folk in years.

Pink Reason Cleaning the Mirror (Siltbreeze)

There's rock bottom and then there's Kevin DeBroux's world of internal hurt. Mirror is another EP that works as an all-encompassing journey into the heart of a very disturbed individual. The feedback mumble of songs like "Motherfucker" is hypnotizing, and while nobody in their right mind would want to live in the Pink Reason shack, a quick visit is always good for some conversational fodder.

Try Me Bicycle Voicings (self-released)

A confession: This debut from the Phoenix, Ariz., trio was actually released more than a year ago. But it wasn't until their selection as NPR's Second Stage artist of the day in May that anyone outside of Phoenix had ever set ears on them. It was a deft discovery. Voicings is a heart-crushing collection of three-part-harmony acoustic ballads that never compromise organic emotion for bombast. "Big Small" is a quiet masterwork of piano-and-violin meditation, and "April Sky" is a Gershwin-like composition anticipating the inevitable harsh Arizona summer, when spring was just getting good.

jstrout@orlandoweekly.com


Currently listening:
Akron/Family
By Akron
Release date: 2005-03-22
Monday, June 30, 2008 

http://www.firstcoastnews.com/news/news-article.aspx?storyid=111399

by Paul POP!, First Coast News

2008 must be the year for one-man bands and power duos. There are so many of them releasing records this year, that if I were a bassist, drummer, or guitarist I'd be worried. It seems like bands are trimming the fat and just giving up on a driving backing band. Instead, we're getting all these DIYers and girl/boy combo's who play everything under the sun and somehow come up with something relatively decent. Among the latest to this group is Portland, Oregon's Autopilot is for Lovers.

Autopilot is a boy/girl combo who play something close to folk but throw in enough noise and swirling guitars just to make you question if that's a reasonable assumption. They sound a bit like Beirut thrown together with a few distortion pedals for good measure. There are enough accordion riffs, strummed guitars and spooky vocals on their latest effort, Sore Eyes to make you wonder if these guys are about to rock, launch into a sea shanty or have a gypsy hoedown.

The seven songs that make up Sore Eyes are a fascinating listen because of just how rustic and mysterious Autopilot sounds. They're not necessarily the catchiest things known to man, but with accordion sounds mixing with horns and the ghost of PJ Harvey singing it's almost hard not to listen. If that bizarre combination weren't enough to entice you, the band is unafraid to plug in the prog rock generator, get all psychedelic on us, and transport us to another galaxy.

This is a crazy band that sounds like it's been hanging out with a pack of gypsy shoegazers who know the Gordon's Fisherman; and that's a good thing. That being said, Sore Eyes is among the strangest records to come out this year. It's not pop, it's not folk, it's not psych, it's not any one thing in particular, but it is a crazy sum of its parts and that's what makes this sonic gumbo such an intriguing listen; indecision never sounded so good

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Monday, June 30, 2008 
You can purchase our new Stereotype Records EP "Sore Eyes" in its hand-carved-block-printed wall-hanging Stumptown Printers case, all for a scant $7 plus $2 for shipping, simply by pressing the "Buy It" button located at these delectable internet locations:


www. myspace.com/autopilotisforlovers

www. autopilotisforlovers.com

www. stereotyperecords.com

Please order slowly as I am still printing and assembling the cases in my kitchen.





Thank you so much!
-Adrienne

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Currently watching:
Lost - The Complete Third Season
Release date: 2007-12-11
Monday, May 19, 2008 

LEAK: Autopilot is for Lovers, "No One Will Know" from forthcoming Sore Eyes EP (Stereotype)

autopilot2If there's one singer I consistently hear other musicians rave about in this town, it's Autopilot's Adrienne Hatkin. Okay, I hear about how awesome the Builders and the Butchers are an awful lot, too—but they're a band, not a singer, OK? Oddly enough, though, Hatkin happens to be an ex- (and founding) member of the Builders, and said band's trumpeter/auxiliary percussionist Paul Seely just happens to be her Autopilot duo-mate.

And, just to be super-clear, the band's now called "Autopilot is for Lovers." Take it from Hatkin herself:

I don't really like [Autopilot is for Lovers], but I figured we should change it to something since we're finally going to have some releases on labels soon. 'Autopilot' seemed original when I first thought of it eight years ago. But now, with the magic of the Internet and Google, nothing seems original anymore.

True that, sister. But enough rambling. Let's talk about some music: Those "releases on labels" include 7-song EP Sore Eyes, which is set to drop June 1 on Stereotype Records, and an upcoming full-length on Bladen County Records (which also claims guess what buzz band? Yup, the B&Bs). This cut is off the former, and—believe you me—I had a hard time deciding which track from Sore Eyes to share with y'all.

In fact, I only settled on this creepy piano ballad after discovering that "Pessimist," another standout, is on the band's MySpace (hence, not a "leak"; you should totally check it out, though). The disc spans in-your-face rock and heavy-klezmer accordian stompers, ultimately wrapping up with this eerie, enchanting quasi-lullaby. Rather than channel Polly Jean, as Hatkin often does on Autopilot's more guitar-centric tunes, her fragile yet fierce voice is all its own on "No One Will Know." It's about as stripped down as AIFL's songs get, which is perhaps why her stark, pained vocals are so damn striking—amid staccato and occasionally muffled piano, Hatkin's chilling lyrics, delivered in her characteristic warble, take center stage—right where they belong.

Stereotype dude Dylan McConnell—who happened upon Autopilot awhile back at a Voodoo Donut show and recommended "No One Will Know"—says this of his first AIFL encounter:

There was this tiny woman with a huge accordion about 13 feet in the air with a drummer behind her playing this beautiful gloomy Baltic music to drunk folks sugar binging. [I] asked the cook the name of the band and staggered away into the night.

The rest is history—or, you know, an alternately beautiful and achingly harsh record.


Download audio file (noonewillknow.mp3)

Autopilot is for Lovers plays Friday, May 23, at AudioCinema's Independent Film Night, hosted by Los Moustachios
Tuesday, February 19, 2008 
from February 7, 2008
[BUZZ FOLK] When other musicians—musicians who are being interviewed about their own work—can't help but gush about one of their peers (in this case, Adrienne Hatkin of Autopilot is for Lovers), you know there's something special going on. I have yet to see the quavery-voiced singer live, but anyone who has seems to need only one word: "amazing." The accordion maven, who's joined in instrumentation by drummer-multitasker Paul Seely, bassist Bobby Smith and Kyle Knight on violin and "freestyling," offers an eclectic sound in line with the macabre blues folk of Bladen County labelmates the Builders and the Butchers—as sung by a semi-screechy PJ Harvey. Imagine a bayou-dwelling version of the Arcade Fire's charmingly dramatic weirdo-temptress Régine Chassagne dressed like an orphan, and you're close. And I'm just basing this on the recorded material, which is apparently nothing in comparison to the live show! AMY MCCULLOUGH. 9 pm. Alberta Street Public House, 1036 NE Alberta St., 284-7665. $5. 21+
Friday, November 30, 2007