City: LOS ANGELES
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Friday, May 18, 2007
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Category: Music
Today's Artist: Feist
Every now and then an album comes along that I literally cannot stop listening to. When it happens, I'm reminded of the old days, back when I'd buy a CD or a cassette or even waaaay back when I'd buy an album on vinyl and listen to it over and over and over again until the cassette unraveled, the vinyl warped and scrathed, and the CD skipped at all the most inopportune times. Albums like those end up defining a time fo me, almost like roadsigns on the freeway of my life. They are markers. And from that moment on, all memories and recollections of that time will be accompanied by the soundtrack that one album provided.
It happened once with Kate Bush's The Hounds of Love. It happened once with Gomez' first album Bring It On, with Dinosaur Jr.'s Green Mind, and Tom Waits' Swordfishtrombone. I know those albums inside and out. I could sing all words, drum all beats, conduct orchestras to the sounds of those albums. They leave me lost in reverie for the times when I got lost in them.
There was Dallas in high school, Sydney when I was 20, San Diego in the early 1990's, and New York at the end of the same decade. Those albums were not on continuously when i was in those locations, but I go back to each city as soon as the first note sounds when I hit play today on the computer.
Today's artist has crafted an album which could very well sit amongst that small group: Feist. The album is her third, and it intoxicates me every time I hear it. From the pop and bop of the catchy first track I Feel It All, to the somber beauty and well-crafted song structure of The Water, to the improbably successful and unique cover of Nina Simone's Sea Lion Woman, the album is quite near perfect.
Every song from the album would make a perfect recommendation, but I feel I should put the country-tinged Past In Present up for consumption. It's not even close to being my favorite song on the album, but it is the shortest song on the album, which if it makes you feel cheated, then good. GO BUY THE ALBUM! Even if you don't think of it as highly as I do, which is quite likely, I promise you will be as likely to this to this album tonight as you will be ten years from now. It's a beautiful, timeless album.
And from now on, when I drive by the sign on my way down the road, I'll proudly stop and get out, posing for a touristy photo next to the sign that shows this mark on the road.
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Thursday, April 26, 2007
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Category: Music

It's been a while. I know. I am getting sporadic. And for that, I apologize. If I only had a better excuse than the true one - that I have been working too much and am too damn tired when I get home. It's pathetic, I know.
And I am trying to find a new groove, find a new rhythm so that I can get more accomplished when I am at home, not at work, but still productive.
In the vein, I am throwing out something in a new beat. I tend to have an eclectic range of music, but I am not up as much as I should be on hiphop. I've got a friend who is a mad fan for Talib Kweli and has played a lot for me. He's not as easy to swallow as others, but with a few listens, the man grows on you.
And recently, in the national debate, hiphop has been catching a bad rap (no pun intended). Some people have answered beautifully to counter that reputation.
Today, I'll throw in some hiphop that also, counters that reputaion.
The song is "Manifesto" by Talib Kweli and it lays out the ground rules for what an emcee should do and what hiphop should be/stand for/represent.
If you hear this and think that all hiphop is about sex and drugs and "ho's" then you're not listening.
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Thursday, April 19, 2007
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Category: Music
Today's Song: This Is The Day
So, today is my birthday. I tend not to ever make a big deal of it. Other people get real excited about these things, even more excited about my birthday than me. This year, though, I haven't been excited per sé, rather I've just enjoyed the hell out of the day. Last night, I had a wonderful dinner with friends. Today, I woke up next to someone I love waking up next to. Work has been chill all day. Co-workers bought cupcakes and we did that - eat them and whatnot. But it was chill and no big to-do.
And yet. Today is the day. This is the day. "Your life will surely change ... When things fall into place." And I'm ready. I'm basically, officially, middle fuckin' aged now. But I feel things are truly moving forward. With consistency. With momentum. And I am excited. I am excited about tomorrow. Next year.
Life. Is good. And it feels wonderful to be able to say that.
Peace.
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Thursday, April 19, 2007
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Category: Music
Today's Artist(s): The Black Heart Procession & Solbakken
After Kurt died, I went up to San Francisco to see another one of my heroes, Willie Nelson. He played at the Filmore and it was ridiculous. I was all of about twelve feet from the stage and seeing the show with my two oldest friends. Since then, I've been racing to meet a deadline on a video I've been making for Brave New Films which I'll be able to tell you more about next week. And now, it's all ready the middle of the week.
I'm recommending a long song today, as a result. By far the longest track I've ever recommended, Things Go On With Mistakes is a fantastic song to space out to or listen to while running. It goes on and on and has this great driving beat. The two bands involved created this song back when they partnered on an In the Fishtank collaboration.
Also, the name of the song is very relevant to me today. I woke up this morning feeling not-so-good, raced off to work, and not long after got an email from a friend about me not really being present enough in the moment and not paying attention. My friend was right. I was too wrapped up in work, in feeling not-so-good, and not paying enough attention to my friend's needs. I'm a nice guy. I promise. But sometimes I get caught in the gears of The Machine, and it's hard to get out. But from time to time, a nice smack of an email will bring back into the moment. And yeah, things go on with mistakes. They always have. And there will surely be more.
The EP is hard to find now, but well worth it. One of these days I'll post songs from each of those two bands, as I'm a bug fan of each. In the meantime, peace.
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Thursday, April 12, 2007
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TODAY'S ENTRY IS DEDICATED TO KURT VONNEGUT JR., 1922 - 2007. Today's song: Waiting for a Superman by The Flaming Lips, performed by Iron & Wine. (First of all, I'd like to thank all of my friends - from all over the world, in fact - who have written or called today expressing their condolensces. It really drives home the point that Kurt Vonnegut was like family to me. And everyone in my life knows that. So, thank you.) When I was about sixteen, my English teacher, Mr. Day - who also taught Humanities and was the single greatest teacher I probably ever had - pulled me aside after class one day and told me I should read Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. Mr. Day said he was pretty sure I'd like him. I found a copy of God Bless You Mr. Rosewater and read it in about two days. The novel is about Eliot Rosewater, a wealthy philanthropist, who's also a bit weird - as are most characters in Vonnegut's stories. It's a charming, positive and humane work. And it flows in the effortless, simple way all Vonnegut stories flow. I was hooked immediately. And went to find more. I read Breakfast of Champions, Slaughterhouse-5, Cat's Cradle, Jailbird, Mothernight, and on and on. Over the next several years, I read every single word the man had ever published, and I immediately devoured anything new that appeared. Kurt Vonnegut's works were brilliant satires, strong arguments for peace and kindness amongst men, and laced with a sadness I always had a difficult time identifying. His works were a beacon for me, something to aspire to. He made me want to be a writer. He made me want to live a conscious life, a good life, to be a good man. He pointed me in the direction and I took his advice. My life is the way it is today for so many reasons, many of which Kurt Vonnegut is responsible for. I only can hope I have lived up to his initial direction. The loss of a favorite writer is an emotional and devestating loss on many levels. One, we feel as though we have lost a friend, someone whom we can trust. And I feel in many ways that I know Kurt Vonnegut because I've read all his nonfiction and essays. Which is absurd, surely. But we bond and grow loyal to these people because reading a book is a very private and personal thing. It is just us and them. Me and Kurt. And we share that time together. Loyal fans will defend the honor of their favorite author. The other reason it is so devestating to lose a favorite author is because we will never be privvy to more words. We will not be afforded the luxury to get to know him or her any better. We can only read and re-read their works again. And trust me. I will. Below is a list of some of my favorite quotes from Kurt Vonnegut, as well his own list of rules for writing a short story. But before that ... I will miss you, Kurt. And thank you. Thank you for everything you did for me. Rest in Peace.
On pages 9 and 10 in his book Bagumbo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction, Vonnegut listed eight rules for writing a short story: 1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted. 2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for. 3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water. 4. Every sentence must do one of two things: reveal character or advance the action. 5. Start as close to the end as possible. 6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them - in order that the reader may see what they are made of. 7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia. 8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages. And finally, A Few Words From My Hero The below quotations are a few of my favorites from Kurt Vonnegut. "If you really want to hurt your parents and you don't have nerve enough to be homosexual, the least you can do is go into the arts." - Palm Sunday
"Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?" - Bluebeard
"My soul knows my meat is doing bad things, and is embarrassed. But my meat just keeps right on doing bad, dumb things." - Bluebeard
"Roses are red and ready for plucking You're sixteen and ready for high school." - Breakfast of Champions
"It is always pitiful when any human being falls into a condition hardly more respectable than that of an animal. How much more pitiful it is when the person who falls has had all the advantages!" - Sirens of Titan
"A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved." - Sirens of Titan
"1492. As children we were taught to memorize this year with pride and joy as the year people began living full and imaginative lives on the continent of North America. Actually, people had been living full and imaginative lives on the continent of North America for hundreds of years before that. 1492 was simply the year sea pirates began to rob, cheat, and kill them." - Breakfast of Champions
"Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance." - Hocus Pocus
"During my three years in Vietnam, I certainly heard plenty of last words by dying American footsoldiers. Not one of them, however, had illusions that he had somehow accomplished something worthwhile in the process of making the Supreme Sacrifice." - Hocus Pocus
"Well, the telling of jokes is an art of its own, and it always rises from some emotional threat. The best jokes are dangerous, and dangerous because they are in some way truthful." - Interview, Mcsweeneys.net
"We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be. -Mother Night
"Just because some of us can read and write and do a little math, that doesn't mean we deserve to conquer the Universe." - Hocus Pocus
"Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops." - Slaughterhouse Five
"All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I've said before, bugs in amber." - Slaughterhouse V
"How nice--to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive." - Slaughterhouse V
"I am eternally grateful.. for my knack of finding in great books, some of them very funny books, reason enough to feel honored to be alive, no matter what else might be going on." - Timequake
"I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, 'The Beatles did'." - Timequake "We're terrible animals. I think that the Earth's immune system is trying to get rid of us, as well it should." - On Humans, in an appearance on The Daily Show (September 2005)
"I'd like to teach Iraq about Democracy because we're so experienced with it. First they should know that after 100 years they should free their slaves. Then after 150 years they should give their women the right to vote. Oh, and of course when they start it all they should begin with some genocide and ethnic cleansing." - Appearance on The Daily Show (September 2005)
"I do feel that evolution is being controlled by some sort of divine engineer. I can't help thinking that. And this engineer knows exactly what he or she is doing and why, and where evolution is headed. Thats why weve got giraffes and hippopotami and the clap." - On Evolution vs. Intelligent Design, on The Daily Show (September 2005)
(talking about when he tells his wife he's going out to buy an envelope) "Oh, she says well, you're not a poor man. You know, why don't you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I'm going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don't know. The moral of the story is, is we're here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don't realize, or they don't care, is we're dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we're not supposed to dance at all anymore." - Interview Public Broadcasting Service (2005)
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007
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Category: Music

Today's Artist: The Tragically HipMyspace
So, first of all, I love this song. It's just a really beautiful, well-crafted piece of music. For those of you who are unfamiliar with "the Hip," they were at one point, the biggest damn band Canada had. They played in front of huge audiences all over the world, and yet in the US, no one knew of them.
In 1993, I was living in Sydney, Australia, sharing a couple flats with some friends (we had the one I lived in and the one next door). One of the flat-mates was from the land of maple leafs. She was madly in love with Gordon Downie (the lead singer) and had only ever seen the Hip in a field with 100,000 other people during a festival somewhere north of the border.
A couple months after becoming friends, we found out The Hip was playing a show in downtown Sydney in a bar. A bar. The place held about fifty people. My friend nearly pooped herself, she was so happy. And the night of the show, we go there early, and my friend actually got to sit on the stage, at Gordon's feet. She even talked to him and had him sign something.
But at that show, way back in 1993, I finally became a true fan of the Tragically Hip. They put on a fantastic show, filled with energy and Gordon's manic and crazy contortions.
This version of Long Time Running is live, simple, and beautiful. It's a great intro to the wonders of The Hip, and if you're all ready a fan, well, you all ready know this song.
Cheers.
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007
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Category: Music
Today's Song: Judy and the Dream of Horses
When I was younger, I had some strange aversion to true, honest-to-God pop music. I liked the Beatles, yes, but anything else that could even remotely be labeled as pop turned me off. Friend after friend would argue on behalf of the pop music, yet nothing ever came of it for me until I heard today's artist.
Belle & Sebastian write beautiful, gentle pop music. There is no real pretension involved, nothing more to their music than the joy of good, easy to listen to music that the masses, the populace, likes. Granted, they've never been huge, chart-topping monsters of radio, but they have a huge, rabid following. And it is deserved. Few things are as therapeutic as good, happy, joyous music.
So, from their album, "If You're Feeling Sinister," is today's song: Judy and the Dream of Horses.
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Friday, April 06, 2007
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Category: Music
 Today's Artist: The Cure
Today's recommendation marks the 100th addition to The List. And I figured I should go with what was probably the most influential band on my musical upbringing. Today's song came off the album, "The Head On the Door," which was also the first Cure album I ever owned, on vinyl no less.
This incomparable music, sad to most, was like a bright light in my 12 and 13 year-old future. Life was hard back then - for all of us. Going through puberty suck. No lies. And for me, music was truly a savior. In The Cure, I found music that took me places, which let me know it was okay to show emotion, that a energetic and intense music didn't have to come with the shreiks and mosh pits of punk music.
Before Cocteau Twins, before Dead Can Dance, before whole world of music that I didn't know existed, there was The Cure. To this day, it is still one of my favorite bands.
I owe much to the hairsprayes and make-up wearing Robert Smith and other band members.
Cheers. And here's to 100 more.
Sprinkle
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Thursday, April 05, 2007
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Category: Music
Today's Artist: Al Green
Today's song is simple. It's just a goddamn good song. From two seconds in, any one who's ever heard the Reverend before will know this is Al Green. It's unique, it's impossible not to move to, and mmmm it's sexy in only that Al Green way.
I'm at work right now and not supposed to be doing this, so I'm going to keep this short and sweet, probably much how Rev. Green would have wanted it.
Peace.
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Tuesday, April 03, 2007
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Category: Music
So, my nickname is Cristobál. Not everyone calls me that - some call me Christo, some el Sprinkléro, some Sprinks, Sprink Sprink, Sprinkles, or simply the singlular Sprinkle.
Like most people, I have an affinity for songs that "refer" to me. And since I have so many nicknames, I do get lucky from time to time. And since I've also been playing some of my absolute favorites lately, I had to include this little ditty by Pierre Perret.
I dated a French woman for nearly six years at one point in my life. She didn't introduce me to Pierre Perret's music. But she did introduce me to lots of amazing French pop and old French folk. In my own search for more French folk, I found Pierre Perret on iTunes.
And Tonton (Uncle) Cristobál is me, as I have two neices. And although my French is not so good, I did catch the reference to marijuana. I dont' smoke anymore, but I did. And I can only imagine about what kind of uncle it is that Pierre Perret is singing. I've all ready been officially handed over the "black sheep" of the family mantle from my own uncle, so - well, just use your imagination.
And the song itself, is just a lot of fun. But listen for yourself. I've had a long day at work. And I had quite nearly a perfect weekend. Blissful, I think is a word that has been used to describe it. And I haven't gotten enough sleep. I'm tired. I need to sit back and listen to some good music and fall asleep half sitting up ...
Happy Monday, all. Tonton Cristobál
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Friday, March 30, 2007
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Category: Music
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Bill Callahan is Smog. He's made 12 albums since 1990 and has a 13th on the way. Odds are good you've never heard of him. This is a small tragedy, if you ask me.
Much like Chan Marshall and Cat Power, Smog is Bill Callahan. Interestingly enough, the two dated in the mid-to-late 1990s. Each putting out their own brand of ethereal and beautiful, mellow music. Cat Power has gone on to great success, while Smog is still motoring along, an underground legend.
When Wild Love came out (the album "Bathysphere" appears on), I went from appreciator of Smog, to down and dirty fan. "Bathysphere" was far and away my favorite song of 1995.
And it still gets me.
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
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Category: Music
Today's Artist: Tom Waits
If you've been following this week, you've heard a couple songs that I've loved for a long time, and which I can't help but play on repeat during certain periods of my life.
But today, we hit Hump Day with The Man, The Legend, The End of the Discussion, and three songs of his I've probably listened to more than any other songs. And since he is all three of those things, we're going with my three favorite Tom Waits songs of all time.
The first: Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis is quite possibly the greatest story I've ever heard in four minutes thirty-five seconds. And I dedicate this song to two dear friends moving from Madrid to Minneapolis later this year. Although they are trading jamón for parkas, I think they are going to like the Twin Cities. (They could have a good time in a funeral parlor, those two. God love 'em.) And! I think they're going to definitely like this song. So, this one's for you Rocksusto!
The second: San Diego Serenade is a love song to The Man's home town. It is a song of realization, of coming to terms with the old adage "You never truly miss something until it's gone." And in the poetic way only Tom Waits can do, he expands on that to include nearly everything he cares about. "I never saw the moonlight until it shone off your breast." (I mean, come on!)
The third: Swordfishtrombone off my favorite album by Tom Waits, by the same name. This is during the period of time when he transformed from a bar crooner to an experimental instrumentalist and song structuralist. But in the middle, are still those impeccable lyrics. When I was nineteen, traveling the world, lost in Asia, I literally could not stop listening to this album. It's a song about setting out, exploring, finding a new life. But it's also about The Return. Finding life back where you once left it. And finally, it's also about leaving and never showing up again, becoming something of legend. It, to me, is the song of journey.
This trilogy is dedicated to a friend of mine here in LA, someone who had a rough day today. Yesterday, I spoke to her about the first song and the third. She asked me to sing them, but I declined. I hope she understands better now why I had a hard time even attempting to sing Tom Waits. And I hope she enjoys the songs.
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
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Category: Music
 Today's Artist: Alkistis Protopsalti
Got a late start to Tuesday's blog entry. It's actually Wednesday morning, but hey, who's keeping track?
As I said I would do all this week, I'm going with my all-time favorite songs, the songs that have helped to shape my tastes, open me to other avenues of music, other cultures, and broadened my music knowledge.
Today, the great Greek chanteause, Alkistis Protopsalti. This track was co-written by the legendary Goran Bregovic (who wrote the soundtrack to "Underground" and is a Balkan music icon.)
The song captures his composing talent and her vocal beauty.
It's a song I can sleep to or simply get inspired by. There are tracks I've heard throughout my life that I've thought at various times I would like to hear - if there really is a heaven - when I make it to the gates of St. Peter (if I were to make it, of course.)
Entrance music. Music that makes me think "maybe there is a God." And yeah, this is one of those songs.
Peace.
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Monday, March 26, 2007
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Category: Music

This week, all my picks will be songs that I have nearly destroyed over time from playing them too much. I'm starting with recent history, but we will be going back - way back - in time as the week progresses.
In a sense, the songs this week could be classified as those that have helped shape my musical taste. From the pop of Rilo Kiley to the incredible lyricism of Tom Waits, this week will be nothing but my musical taste building blocks.
And Rilo Kiley. What can I say about them, other than that they are quite possibly one of the best pop bands in the world right now. And they have been for a good couple years. Since I first heard them, (which was in 2000) they have grown and matured and found their stride. That first show, when I went with a friend of mine who had begun dating Pierre de Reeder, Rilo Kiley's bassist, I have to say they weren't all that good. But my friend was over-the-moon about Pierre, so I didn't critique too much. (She later went on to marry the man and have his daughter. Congrats, M.)
But I was curious because of the connection and from having met Pierre. I would check them out live, or listen to a new track, always tracking their development as a band. On albums like The Execution of All Things, Rilo Kiley would nail 60% of the songs, and the others I could do without. "A Better Son/Daughter" is one they nailed.
Over time, their percentages grew, so that when 2005's More Adventurous came out, there wasn't a bad song on the album.
Since then, of course, Jenny Lewis has released an impecable solo-album, Blake Sennet's other project The Elected has two great albums, and Pierre de Reeder has a solo album coming out, too. They are a new super-group. And I can't tell you how deserving they are of all their success.
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Saturday, March 24, 2007
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Category: Music

Today's Artist: Elvis Perkins
Last night, at The Echo in the Los Angeles neighborhood of Echo Park, Elvis Perkins performed another amazing set, this time as the headliner.
Each time I see Elvis play, it's either in front of more people, in a larger venue, or he's the main bill. All things which make me quite happy for him. Lately, he's been in Rolling Stone, featured as one of the 4 artists to look out for in Paper magazine, and the "blogosphere" is enraptured with him.
The show last night was probably the fourth time he's been through LA in a year. He's been to Europe, Canada, all over the U.S., and he's about to go to Europe again. It cannot be said he is not working his ass off to make this happen. And it seems to be working.
I can't say enough about Elvis or his backup band, Dearland. And each time I see them they seem tighter, more comfortable being creative with their songs, and as though they're having more and more fun. (I spoke to Elvis briefly after the show and his first comment to me was the he was tired, which I would imagine from all the driving and touring, is to be expected. But on stage, he had the charisma, grace, and talent to keep quiet a full crowd. Only a couple people were talking during the set, and that to me is always a good sign. If an artist can grab the attention of a room full of people, pull them into his world, and let them actually feel the music, that artist is doing something very right.
Elvis does it right.
The song today is one he usually puts near the end of his sets, but last night was the second song of the evening. It's a raucous, drunken-bar sing-along good time, but listen carefully. As with most of Elvis' music, there is great joy and wonder, accompanied by tragedy.
He's playing again tonight in Los Angeles at Largo, although I've heard it's going to be near impossible to get in. Needless to say, I'm going to try. Hopefully I'll run into some of you.
Peace.
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