It’s in your system now, speeding around, infecting everything. “Sure, sure Jaime. I felt good knowing that the fireworks would be water logged and unusable in such a pristine, special place. I swiped my left flip flop off and prepared to slap it down on the flaming bug, intending to lightly pat the flames out. Holding the wheel firmly now, I fought through the loose dirt and edged up alongside the drivers window, where I was greeted with a shocking sight. I looked up. The crowd stood too wrapped up in the dramatic moment to move, or talk, or do anything but watch. I was nearly caught underneath the coffin as it fell, but performed a drunken barrel roll to my right just as the kit hit the dirt with a loud whomping noise. Later Days Guy Emanuele Jr. Pavilion at James Logan High School, 1800 H St., Union City, CA 94587 I do not think about money, or work, or bills, or sick relatives. The mood shifted palpably. For several songs, he moved over to his piano and showed his breadth of skills. Nicki Bluhm and the Gramblers. I decided to tour the grounds and get a lay of the land with a friend of mine from near Yosemite who had been tabbed as the official photographer of the event. Until…well, someone told me about the scene. I am guessing that this fifth dimension, this fight to write it all down before the dreams overwhelm the original thought, and the ultimate musical application of that thought will course through this record. Over at the merch booth, a young entrepreneur was bilking unsuspecting mathaphobes out of their last nickels. I stomped around in my unique, obliterated dancing style, letting the music control my bones, once more happily and hopelessly lost amongst the familiar notes. We just heard from Jon (Salter, of Camera Records) that it was some indy flick, a modern romance. By the looks of it, the family had seen us coming from a mile away, and taken every evasive action available to them other than to risk getting stuck turning all the way around on a narrow road with no exits. Eventually, Andrew and I fought our way through the main room and into the kitchen area, where the band was getting set up to play. Not always, but at times. I do not wonder what I will be like in 20 years. In Kiss the Crystal Flake the enduring first line was about a mission being undertaken, about time and its importance. And these tourists come at you in waves, so I wouldn’t fault you a minute for getting overwhelmed by it all. Those lyrics strike a thirty-something nerve, and they get even better from there. A skier. Thankfully, I was surrounded with a whole bunch of likeminded folks there. Near the stage I ran into Andrew, who was sitting amongst the plastic chairs with Greg from the Mother Hips and his neighbor from Marin, Scott Thunes, a wise eyed fellow who once served as Zappa’s bass player. She keeps a blow up sex doll named “Nancy” in the window of her dorm room with a bottle of pills tapes to one hand, a set of fuzzy handcuffs lashed to the other, and a pair of wooden clothes pins snapped onto it’s rubbery nipples. He has been a regular in Dead bass player Phil Lesh’s band for several years, and has himself managed to master a notebook full of Dead songs, which his audience laps up in fawning admiration. The Skinny Singers had the stage for the twilight hour. When I returned to the fold from my walkabout, the Hips were wrapping up the namesake song of their latest record, the searing, street-fighting anthem Pacific Dust. If Kiss The Crystal Flake was a record about the phenomenon of time, then Pacific Dust is a record about making music, and it is a powerful, varied study on the process. “I saw the same thing happen to Jimmy Page. Mach Schell! “Sure, sure. A half-hour, or maybe more, later, our beleaguered band of explorers emerged out of the thicket and to the mouth of Molera State Beach, an arching strand of white sand that horseshoes around an asymmetrical black rock cove. Cheer Up Champ is a stellar new song as well, and many of the others stand out as individually solid new songs. Instead, I looked over his shoulder at the back of their white Tahoe. I have before me a new record, recently released by my favorite band. 18. I missed a band – a good one, I heard later. But what? It is their second record released since their return to the footlights in 2004 following a short hiatus, which at one time threatened to last an indefinite time. “Wha…” I asked. Take it easy, alright?” When I arrived, the adults were lying in wait for me. Equal parts Raid and Brut, with a slight tinge of Selsun Blue. I’m, uh, just looking for my t-shirt, he he,” he said, sounding as if he himself was now falling down through the brush and trees. “Can you believe this place?” asked Andrew, smiling from ear to ear. I think that I parked in the wrong place. “Ich lieben dich mein schauntz!” I said confidently. He is the secret weapon in the band. Photo by Andrew Quist. This band is simply (and selfishly, given the state of commercial radio: thankfully) not made for radio, despite the fact that they have, in my opinion, many times over written some of the best rock songs in the past twenty years. I gathered up my gear and dropped it over on the other side of the road back into the narrow confines of Area 51, then sat with my back against the stony bank of the river and enjoyed a most pleasing bottle of sun-downing ale with my new friends from Santa Barbara. I focused my light on the hill above. Long live Metallica, and long live, even if in our memories, The Rock, 90.5 KVHS FM in Concord, California. Our small, boisterous crew drifted to the back, where we could get loose and stretch out the boogie legs when the band tore into a newer song called White Falcon Fuzz, an at times growling, at times delicate mix of dream analysis, homage to the timeless tone of Neil Young’s Gretch guitar, and personal legacy introspection. It was late, but to a soul, we were charged for action. She sensed my radar perking up, and drilled in. Unrecognizable music could be heard echoing through the grounds from the stage, and I opted to leave the setting of camp for later. And I should couch this with a brief statement about my own threshold for shocking artistic content. “Well, not comments. The stage is unassuming. I was married on 7/7/07, and at that wedding, we drank 777 Seven & 7’s. People loooove fireworks. “Oh good. Also, it’s where you might find your only can of Copenhagen, should it happen to slip out the thigh pocket of your ratty shorts during a spirited game of trackball. Each brings their own musical and lyrical flavorings to the band, but the end result of the pairing is as distinct and original as anything produced in recent memory. “Found a stash in the back. With Patricia Wettig, Dean Stockwell, Tom Holland, Kate Maberly. You see, KVHS was a high school and college radio program at a particularly metalheaded high school right smack dab in the middle of, or perhaps right there on the screaming, bleeding, serrated blade tip of the Metal Revolution of the mid-80’s.. Mark Osegueda (singer/band leader for Death Angel) was Ody’s CLASS PRESIDENT fer chrissakes! “Dish,” it said. She has come from Seattle and swears that her friends band “Nirvana” has a new record that is going to slay me. Type a song, get a BPM. “Well, I could use some bacon, I guess. A group of talented ladies stood atop the long wooden table opposite us and started to dance. They regularly employ swift, contrasting dips in the “heart beat” of their songs, building back from the calm to a boiling rage, particularly the songs that were written early in their careers, such as Poison Oak. From where I sit, its hard to tell if it’s a ballad, a bed time story, or a movement in psychedelia. It was Poison Oak, the ominous, time changing ripper that the band has lately elevated to new levels of spine melting fury. Darkness prevailed, as always, and I soon found myself at the camp of a grambling photographer named John. Put it out! To know your meadow, you must wade low amongst the sub-canopy, flow through low clover, taste the warmth of the earth on your lips, sip the evening dew from the blades where they condense and sparkle. A particularly tense moment occurred when Andrew, the photographer, nearly pitched over mid-steam when a rock rolled under foot. He is a stout man in his 40’s, with a ready grin that seems to run contrary in spirit to his neck tattoo. This, my friends, is a truly powerful, even deviously mean song with strong, if slightly high concept imagery. “Someone is supposed to be the trigger for the rest of us to kick back in when we break it down like that. Within a minute I realized that I was boiling alive in my wintry togs, and so I shed the poncho, hoodie, and beanie with the haste of a man diving into bed with his dream girl. He oriented me to the facilities, pointed out members of various bands, and showed me some of the shots that he had already taken since the festival started early in the afternoon. I figured a Budweiser would do in a pinch, so I dutifully took my medicines, and then refocused on the road. It was undoubtedly a cool time and place to grow up, and your music was one of our major guides and sources of inspiration (and good/bad hearted debauchery!). Zoom Rooms is the original software-based conference room solution used around the world in board, conference, huddle, and training rooms, as well as executive offices and classrooms. Now I am starting to see the production value of this record for what it seems to be: outstandingly produced, tight, poppy, out front like a great sip of wine. On a good day, when the coastal traffic is light, with few scenery grazers, and the absence of common roadside disaster, the trip should take an hour and a half. “Did you find your shirt?” someone asked. Elisa Randazzo, a honey-toned songstress of note, conjured a mellifluous set of Laurel Canyon brand California folk rock it seems. Not only had I not gone toe to grisly, maimed toe with twenty tons of fresh-cut Iceberg, but I was once again free of the incipient modern curse of constant, unceasing contact. The conversation sailed in the morning air like a slow Frisbee. A simultaneous rush of irony and relief came over me. And immediately we launch into the pop rock styling of Young Charles Ives. Bean, you are also one of my people. My lungs felt finally free of the pneumonic grip that had nearly ruined me just days before. She went on in depth about the nature of kale and how it can be used to heal everything from encephalitis to menstrual cramps. ADDRESS: 850 W. Town & Country Road Orange, CA 92868. I found both, together. And yes, I know it was just a music festival. For the past year, the Hips have taken to playing sets specifically inclined towards psychedelic experimentation, and the results have been positively inspiring. Inside, the staff was cleaning up, and already had the place pretty much back to normal. It was against this backdrop that Red Cortez, a gritty quartet of Los Angelino’s put on a midday concert that elevated the musical barometer with a mercurial nut punch. Fireworks are an all-American right, up there with free speech, racial and gender equality, chili cheese dogs, the post office and Budweiser. Infantile, boldly hued buds sway in showy unison, bending slightly this way and that. Tim Bluhm of the Mother Hips. When I parked, it had been unclear what the boundaries of Area 51 were. Theirs is a harmonious, whimsical brand of American story-song rock that captures the imagination and harkens back to days of CSNY, Simon and Garfunkle, or even Seals and Croft. It was as if he was trying to duck away from the news. Sebelumnya pemain asal Inggris ini dipinjamkan ke Sheffield United pada 2018-2020. Bluhm, the Mother Hips, and even the Gramblers are the authentically prepared, time-tested torch bearers whose weird, independent orbit just happens to be synching up at exactly the right time for the Grateful evolution, a charm that has been a hallmark of the band in the Zenfully meandering career. I stood unsure of what to do for a moment, feeling slighted but knowing that I was basically in the wrong. Then a trippy rumble of drums echoed out, followed by a distant-sounding noodling of guitar. More rocks caromed down, and the three of us jumped back behind the VW. The flying disk shimmered and flashed down to earth as it caught the setting sun. I do not believe that it is presumptuous , nor is it an exaggeration to say that in some ways, the success of Metallica as a band was spurred on by the wholehearted support of both KVHS and its personnel as they/we moved into the professional ranks. Photo by Andrew Quist. Once a young snake has its hooks into you, you might as well limp off and jump headlong from the nearest cliff, otherwise the end will come much more slowly and brutally, but just as surely. “EN LA PLAYA!” A dawning look of understanding came across both of their faces at once. The trail I’m thinking of is up the road a piece,” I said, slightly embarrassed. And, if engaged, confuse the living hell out of them. “Hello?” a voice called from above. Dean Town by Vulfpeck is in the key of B. I was watching a video of Zeppelin playing “Immigrant Song,” you know – the BOM BOM BOM BADOW, BOM BOM BOM BADOW part, and right before my eyes Page’s face flattened out like a startled gecko. That, and someone had written the most irreverent graffiti that I had ever seen on the otherwise stark white plasticized wall. Not even the smoke choked me out. Melody Fair, the appropriately named, achingly slow, pre-disco Bee Gee’s song led off the headlining show. It starts slow and mellow with a simple campfire strum and an easygoing lead working together. Time change is both the musical and philosophical identifying mark of this band, and here they hit both marks. I was not, however, mentally prepared for Kyle Field and his band, Little Wings. But this simple line is enough to set the theme for the whole record. Is it an acronym, or a stand-alone word? Dominates it. Which is not to say that either the Mother Hips OR Jackie Greene will literally become the Grateful Dead after the original members have all boogied on up to that Brokedown Palace in the sky, but they are each logical and reasonable carriers of the mantle of versatile, free spirited North California song crafters. At least one kid hit the game winning home run in the 7th game of the 2020 World Series with a bat that was longer than he was tall. “Hey, you know, you guys out here get a bad rap.” “Oh yeah? He waved the stick in the air vigorously from left to right, but the action only caused the flames to strengthen. An orchestra of tiny life existing in a sea of grass. And I think that is an important aspect to this song that I did not quite think about or get at first glance. But that is another story. When I was still enough to focus, I made out that fronting the band was Kyle Field, the strange folkster that I had seen upon first arriving to camp two days earlier and then earlier on this day at the beach. “Thank God!” she whispered serenely, slowly turning her sleepy face towards the inviting warmth of the rising sun. They were all grinning like hyenas, singing along in an endearingly off-kilter way, and from the whiff I caught, imbibing themselves in a group toke. As the New Yorker said so succinctly, the Mother Hips “sing it sweet and play it dirty”, to which I might add that they continue to relish in defining themselves on their own terms, with innovative, timeless music. And who am I to question anything, anyways? The small room compressed in several waves as people jammed themselves into the space. There were no pooches at Molera on this day, though there were a bevy of surfers, beach walkers, and a few scraggly kids who were just weighty enough to not fly away, if barely. Backpacks brim with cold beers. When their commanding set ended in a series of long, preternatural howls, I wandered lazily down Grotto Row, a series of riverside campsites that had serendipitously been allotted to various groups of folks who have kept up with the Mother Hips scene via a beloved and well-informed fan site that is known as The Grotto. I have just witnessed multiple adult male people attacking one another in complex, swinging gate row movements with real swords and fully armored suits. Please enable Cookies and reload the page. Wait’ll they see the Naval Barrage. Bean, I ask. Two pairs of footsteps approached urgently, so as planned, I threw the white tent rain fly over my head like a sheet, pinching it down with the elastic band of my headlamp, which I set to it’s blinking red emergency pattern. So I started on the whiskey again, and spent the rest of the night pleasantly two-fisted. Doors open at 6 p.m. An approaching series of cooing noises drew my attention, not unlike those of a fast moving group of smitten cow elk. By Corby Anderson. An emphatically pained brow and louvered eyes were the only indicators of tension in an otherwise calm reel of songs by Casal. We had recently gotten the pay channels for the first time, and with no other options that seemed interesting, I dialed up a movie on the Independent Film Channel called “The Babysitter’s.” It starred John Leguizamo, a respectable, if strangely pan-faced actor whose performance is typically enlightening in some way. The lumber schooners called small coves such as these dog-hole ports, a colloquialism that stemmed from the tight confines of the lumber ports along the west coast, just big enough for a dog to fit in. “Sorry man…Uh, mans…sorry bros.” the voice replied, followed by a rustling sound, and then the clacking chatter of a cascade of smaller rocks and debris. Jess Oxox is up next. Bluhm craned his long neck out from his stooped stagger, eyes pinched, connecting with the song, the cold air, the mates to his left and right, and their friends and family that horseshoed around them. “Hey man, do own that truck? Whatever would you do that for?” laughed Tim, who might very well be the most beachy person that I know. Bloody Mary’s, beers, and a perfectly good glass of fresh squeezed orange juice that had been raped by a bad dose of tequila littered the weathered redwood slab that served as our table. Your eyes have gone toxic. The duo in question skirted the fringe all day, hovering about uncomfortably. I needed a jolt of codeine, a new beer, and a warm jacket. Zach chased down his errant, defiant kite, and after a hilarious undertaking that tested the wits and strength of three and a half people, we got it broken down and packed up into it’s fiercely flapping plastic bag. Just getting there tends to be an adventure into itself. It runs into the ocean up here a piece.”, We strode into a fierce, wilting wind. The spectacle of a half-dozen good-looking girls in short skirts and thigh boots dancing together atop a table was more than one randy bloke could take. “Yep.” “Look mama, a cinnamonpede!” she lisped. And while that may indeed madden the band members, who certainly deserve to cash in on their true artistic value, they sure don’t show it. Shit got out of hand, really. If it goes on much longer, we’ll have to redirect the Good Ship Wildhair and head back to Colorado abruptly, arriving with wet tails between our legs. Towards the end, the broke from a dual-guitar attack, time shifting, ironically named (had you been soberly slumbering anywhere near the main stage, though I can’t imagine too many were) “Can’t Sleep at All” directly into a bouncing, rambunctious pirate tale that I had never heard before. ADDRESS: 1302 Frankfort Street San Diego, CA 92110. Yuck. They were keeping a spectacular pace, given their running attire. Dean Town (Live at Madison Square Garden) by Vulfpeck is in the key of B. He was a pasty white ectomorph whom I judged to be in his early 40’s, based on the dilapidation of his face meat. The second WHOA moment that I speak of here is not even about the above tangent, however. “Good lord, get away! With the wind screaming in at a steady clip, we sought shelter in the driftwood shacks that stud the beach. He knew about you cats because he happened to be a DJ at the only heavy metal radio station in the Bay Area (that we knew of), 90.5 KVHS FM out of Concord – actually, out of Clayton Valley High, to be geographically factual. Soon enough, I found a trail of tale tell pinpricks and flat marks in the moist earth along side a smattering of green tinted rose petals that had settled in the jet wash. At once, I knew. I see on your Facebook page that more than 26 million people are Metallica “likers”, which is an astounding number, and an indication that you must get hundreds, if not thousands of letters a week. They’ll be completely swollen shut in minutes. Then the blathering continued unabated. “I think it’s a millipede. A row of impenetrable trees were sacrificed, much to the consternation of the City and our landlord, and Jack, the resident mad genius, strung up a hazardous array of bare light bulbs attached to power lines and pirated cable runs that criss crossed the yard so that our outrageously competitive games could go on when the scorching summer sun finally fell out of sight. The Hips took the stage for their second performance over the course of the weekend. The windows were tattooed with a symmetrical array of stickers. A diversion is necessary. Photo by Andrew Quist. The pyro’s had wandered to the road, scouting out a path in their attempt to deliver their quarry to the meadow. His solo work is thoughtful, catchy, and lyrically evocative. A fine looking lass in a puffy jacket and a frilly skirt swayed astride her bearded man with her head pinned to his chest, repeatedly slugging him in the left bicep. “Oh wow man! “Gramblers are on at 1.” I thought for a minute. “I aim low, with my horns right through your soul/I know I’m slow/so stubborn and slow.”. Their record is called North Hills, and is filled with catchy songs about love lost and the poetic yearning for peace of mind and a good laugh in a world gone sad. “What the…?” yelled the Nose. There is an avant-garde element to Field’s performances, both from his art, and his supporters. Once I figured out their gig, I preyed that they wouldn’t run into our bushwhacking wookie friend from the night before. My favorite band. He has the story-song writing sensibilities of James Taylor combined with the urgent angst of a young Billy Joel, and is backed by a band that is talented way beyond their years. We were joined by a tall fellow in a lopsided cowboy hat named Jesco, the singer for a semi-defunct Chico band called the Keystones, whose rhythm section split off in the early 90’s to become the original Mother Hips’ back line – a tandem that produced outrageous time-changing California rock for quite some time, until kids were born, and styles evolved, and ways were kindly parted. This track was released on 2016-10-17. Like all men and unfarmed salmon, I pride myself on my keen sense of direction. I watched as he navigated the crowd, occasionally grabbing an acquaintance and yanking them into a point blank photo pose. Many thanks for taking the time to read this letter and to consider the request. Now he is a Major Dude. I could swear that it was 1979, and that Neil Young had just ambled onstage. John Hofer of the Mother Hips. I last saw him a year ago participating in a professional whiffle ball game in Pleasanton, and he had not changed a bit. “No honey, it’s a centipede, isn’t that right boys?” she nodded a knowing look at us. Many of the gathered trace their mutual Hipsian connections back to the early 90’s, when they, and the original members of the Mother Hips, pretended to be chasing a higher education while stomping like drunken rhinos around the now-legendary North California party town of Chico. Even though both were stout and beefy, they struggled to stand it on end. But young Noah Loiacono, the tack-sharp pre-teen son of Hips guitarist and singer Greg – a savvy kid who has been raised in rock and roll since he was just a zygote, was hawking the goods, and the tyke threw me for a loop when I asked how much the cool beer holders where. This song is a tune ostentatiously about the democratic process of making music, methinks, and serves in a way as a lovely sentimental self-portrait. A shadowy figure emerged and perched himself atop at a cliffed out area twenty-five feet or more above the camp. Best that I can tell, I really don’t have one, that is, other than total gore or meat grinder cinema, like the Saw franchise, or replays of election night in the year 2000. In fact, the cold Stella in my right hand was the real driver in spurring me to action from my spot of leisure by the campfire. Thunes picked up on the comment. When history turns its narrow beam on this band twenty, fifty, even a hundred years from now, I believe that the lasting characteristic of these musicians will have been their ability to tell intelligent, heartfelt stories of people great and small in such a way that multiple entendres can take the listeners interpretation in a myriad directions. “Look here, you’ve wallowed in the oak.” I said, looking closer. And the thing about that song, being sung by Greene and Bluhm on that stage, is that it easily could have been theirs. Sound engineer Evan Drath had the gear perfectly dialed in to the testy atmosphere of the chilly, breezy Big Sur coast. As Daniel Fairview once said, “I’ve got the competition in me.” And after all, I had (sort of, if promising to pay in semi-regular payments to the songstress from Humboldt who had bought a ticket but had herself booked a gig elsewhere in the interim) paid a pretty penny to be there myself, and didn’t I deserve a level patch to call my own for a few days? The lady bugs flitting on improbable wings, the worms blindly tunneling, the grasshoppers tuning their summer song. I looked up to greet the fellow Gramblers when I started to recognize faces. It was so many legs. Zach was about to let his leggy prisoner free when a family came down the trail. Entering the fray was the bluesy, honey-belted voice of Nicki Bluhm, the regal and properly postured hostess. At first the incident had me confused, and slightly worried. 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