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1. Thanks for all the wonderful birthday wishes. I'll respond individually to comments and such sooooooon.

2. Broken Social Scene last night was amaaaaaazing. Nobody does dense, textured sound like they do, at least not in the Western pop/rock mold; also got to witness a really cool experimental bit of music called the Happiness Project, wherein one of the bassists captured the natural musical cadences of his neighbors speaking, grabbed the most interesting samples, translated it into musical notes and then proceeded to loop and riff those samples with all the rest of the band. Amazing, transformative, moving stuff.

It also helped that the excerpted bits of interviews were lovely and inspirational--one of them is his neighbor, who was born deaf and received a cochlear implant when she was 30, describing what it was like to hear noise for the very first time, and how her brain couldn't really make sense of it at first--sound was translated into a physical sensation in her whole body, and it made her move.

Also, saw [livejournal.com profile] octi_stripe. It took me a few seconds to actually recognize her. I think I need to see my friends more often. Christ.

3. I win at making meat pies. I slightly overcooked a pork loin last week, which: sadface. But then I determined it could be turned into pie, delicious delicious pie. Two, actually: one with onion, and one without. Basic instructions follow:

1 lb. overcooked sadface meat of your choice, cut into small cubes
1/2 stick butter or more
Half a head of garlic, minced (less if you're less insane about your garlic than I am)
1 medium onion
3 stalks celery, diced
1 large or 2 small carrots, diced
3-4 ounces crimini or mature shiitake mushrooms, sliced
1 tablespoon chopped fresh thyme and whatever other herbs you fancy
2.5 cups dark chicken stock or other type of dark stock (use the commercial stuff if you must; just know that you're morally inferior in EVERY WAY)
2-3 tablespoons flour
1/2 cup marsala wine (sherry and port would work well, too)
Double crust pie crust (my favorite uses 2 cups of flour, 2 sticks of butter, a teaspoon of salt and a tablespoon of sugar)

1. Make the pie crust and refrigerate. If you're buying the pie crust, there's probably a special circle for you in Food Snob Hell. Don't forget to pre-heat the oven to 350 degrees.

2. Melt the butter in a large skillet. Throw in the garlic and other vegetables; saute briefly until they're just starting to soften.

3. Throw in the flour, and stir in very thoroughly with the vegetables. Things will start looking dodgy and pasty. Never fear, because the next step is:

4. Throw in the stock, wine and herbs. Bring to a boil, then turn the heat down and let simmer until liquid is reduced to about 1/3 what it used to be, or until it looks like thick gravy.

5. Throw in the diced overcooked meat cubes of sorrow and tears, soon to be turned into DELICIOUS.

6. Turn heat off, and while filling is cooling down, roll out your pie dough. Pre-bake the dough lining the pan for about 15 minutes.

7. Add the meat filling, and lay on the top bit of dough. Poke out a pretty pattern, or a dirty limerick, or whatever grabs your fancy. Bake for 30ish minutes, or until crust is golden brown and you're ready to gnaw off your roommate's leg because the smell is driving you crazy.

8. Try to wait at least 30 minutes before cutting into it to allow the pie to set. But the Baby Jesus understands if you don't, because damn, it sure smells and looks good; just know that gravy is basically going to goosh out of there.
misshepeshu: (Dance!)
Of Montreal was one of the danciest, funnest, bizzarrest, surrealest, just plain out -est shows I've seen. Ever. Troops of dancers wore, at various times on the stage, animal masks (including an apatosaurus* head!), Laughing Buddha costumes, bikinis, disco outfits (complete with a roller-skating girl in black spandex and a fake afro), gigantic papier-mâché arms and legs, a centaur costume and a satyr costume. Death also loomed large on the stage: Lots of stabbings, and, during a particularly memorable moment, Kevin Barnes hanged himself from a gallows on-stage.

Also, Kevin Barnes in pinkish-orange lamé underwear. For a weird, skinny nerd, he's in mad good shape.

The best part, though, was the encore. They closed with "Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand and "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana. Everybody went INSANE. I pretty much pogoed like a mad thing through all of Teen Spirit.

Conclusion: One of the most entertaining shows I've been to in a long, long time. A+++++, would see live again.

* Firefox has underlined "apatosaurus" in red and gently suggests "brontosaurus" as the correct spelling. Hee!


Jun. 2nd, 2008 10:29 pm
misshepeshu: (Dance!)
Holy shit holy shit holy shit you guys they're on tour and they're going to be in Portland July 15th at the Crystal Ballroom EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

I'm going. Fools.
misshepeshu: (Terpsichore)
Five announcements of cool shows coming up, and one observation:

1. Bassnectar is playing tomorrow at the Wonder Ballroom. $15. Delicious, delicious thumpy beats and dancey goodness. [livejournal.com profile] benefitz and I are going.

2. Annuals are playing at the Doug Fir on Monday, November 12. $10. I've written about them before here. They are young, intense and fully of the most amazing energy. Even if you're not super-fond of their recorded music, I highly recommend checking them out live.

3. Band of Horses at the Crystal Ballroom on Wednesday, November 21. Tickets are $17. [livejournal.com profile] ccarrico characterized their sound as The Shins getting stoned off their minds and playing Morrissey covers, which is a) hilarious, and b) entirely accurate. Regardless, I love them and their dreamy, floaty, froofy sound.

4. MAGNETIC FIELDS IN SEATTLE OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. And further: OM FUCKING G. Tickets go on sale tomorrow at 10 a.m.; the show's not until March 6 and 7. I'm going to get a pair of tickets and find somebody in Seattle to go with me on the Friday show. Tickets are $27.50 but after bullshit fees, they'll probably be close to $40 each.

5. DJ Shadow and Cut Chemist, also in Seattle. What a freakin' double bill, y'all. Show is on Sunday, February 10. I have no clue how much tickets are, but I'm going to get a pair--this'll be my birthday present to myself.

Observation: I can be in pain, and cranky, and tired, but listening to Murray Perahia playing Bach will restore, if not everything, at least go a long ways towards improving my mood. He plays with so much warmth, compassion and grace; I'm not sure I've ever felt so much warm, fuzzy pleasure from listening to music. It's in rather stark contrast to when I listen to Glenn Gould play Bach. When listening to Gould, I am struck with awe at the sheer mastery of technique he exhibits. I feel like I'm staring in the face of an angel--not one of those milquetoast Hallmark insipidities with their pretty faces, curly hair and feathered wings; I'm talking about REAL angels, the ones with four heads and six wings and fuckin' cartwheels of fire for eyes. (As [livejournal.com profile] paraleipsis said, there's a reason why the first words out of an angel's mouth every time it manifests itself in the Bible is "Fear not.") Gould terrifies me and paralyzes me in the best way possible. Perahia, however, mostly makes me want curl up in a comfy spot with a soft blanket, or hug people. Gould makes me tense and seize up in pleasure; Perahia relaxes me and makes me euphoric in a rather different way.
misshepeshu: (Dance!)
What is with October and the awesome bands touring, anyway?

So. Rogue Wave is coming to the Wonder Ballroom on October 15. I <3 Rogue Wave, and you should, too. Tickets are $12.
misshepeshu: (Terpsichore)
Dudes! Stars is on tour. November 15, Crystal Ballroom. Tickets are decently cheap--$15. If you purchase them from the Crystal Ballroom directly, you get to bypass allllll the bullshit service fees and pay only a $1 facility charge.

Who wants to go with me?

Also, one of my favorites, John Vanderslice, is playing at the Doug Fir on October 18. The opening band? Bishop Allen, who are nifty indie popsters in their own right, but some of the more Internet-nerdy among you might recognize guitarist Christian Rudder as one of the founders of OKCupid (and one of the guiding forces behind OKCupid's predecessor, SparkMatch). Tickets are $12. I'm definitely going to this one; Vanderslice is one of my favorite singer-songwriters, and his concerts consistently turn me into a happy pile of shivering nerves. I highly encourage you to check this show out with me. Those of you wanting to check his music out: I will be happy to share some albums with you. You know how to find me.
misshepeshu: (Dance!)
Behold! At least two Awesome Things are happening this Friday! Take your pick. Or go to both, like I am.

Thing 1: John Vanderslice is playing at the Doug Fir. If you like smart, thoughtful, mostly-indie-and-sort-of-folky music with occasional bleepy keyboard freakouts, then boy oh boy do you have a treat waiting for you. His latest album, Pixel Revolt is good, but not nearly as good as Time Travel is Lonely, Life and Death of an American Four-Tracker (which has a somewhat interesting backstory to it that you can read here) or Cellar Door.

If you want to, hit me up for more samples of his music. If you like Neutral Milk Hotel, The Mountain Goats or The Decemberists, Vanderslice will be right up your alley.

Show starts at 9 p.m. Opening for them is St. Vincent, of whom I've never heard. Those in the audience who have heard of St. Vincent and have Opinions, let's hear it in the comments. I'll nose around for samples tonight and render judgment.

Thing 2: A live performance of Hedwig and the Angry Inch at the Clinton Street Theater! Brought to you by Enemies and Adversaries. Let's hope the performance isn't nearly as dodgy as their spelling or webpage layout. But when it comes down to it, I'm not sure I care, because HOT DAMN this is an excellent excuse to get decked out in glam rock drag with a bunch of friends. (C'mon, [livejournal.com profile] crab_caution, I know you wanna come with. You, too, [livejournal.com profile] imfallingup.) I have a freakishly short skirt and blue snakeskin shoes that I've been wanting to take on a test run, and this seems like a great opportunity. I just need to get some fishnets, not to mention pink and turquoise eyeshadow, and somebody to help apply the eyeshadow on me...

So yeah. Show starts at midnight. I'm pretty sure I can make it if I go straight to this from Vanderslice. But if we can't make it to this week's show, we have three other chances.

(Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] tarentel for giving me the heads up about Hedwig.)

E-mail me to co-ordinate. Rides available for the rideless.
misshepeshu: (Terpsichore)
I dragged Schwern and Jessica to see Annuals and Pilot Speed at the Doug Fir Lounge last night. Jessica didn't actually mean to attend at first, but she was, as she put it, swept along in a Candy-sized hurricane. Which is a fairly pleasant sort of hurricane to be caught in, as far as it goes, because instead of wrecking your house and tearing up trees, I make big messes in your kitchen and then drag you to see skinny boys with floppy hair whale away at their guitars on-stage.

ANYWAY, the show was excellent. I was highly, highly impressed by Pilot Speed, whom I'd never heard of prior to last night. They combined The Bends-era Radiohead pop sensibilities with Interpol's reverberating intensity, and the sound was big, full and gorgeous. I was so impressed, in fact, that I toddled over to the merchandise counter and bought their new album. More on that later.

And then Annuals came on. The first thing that struck me was how young they look. Nobody in the band is older than 22, according to the band biography page on their website. I wanted to hug all of them and bake 'em cookies.

Then they started playing. HOLY SHIT. I haven't encountered energy and intensity of that magnitude in a long, long time--perhaps since my last Femi Kuti show. It wasn't the most polished show I'd ever seen, and it wasn't the most technically accomplished, but it was one of the most fun, and I grinned like a mad woman through most of it. They bounced, they sang, they shouted, they even occasionally flailed around--in short, they rocked the fuck out, and they did it hard. Annuals seem to subscribe to two music performance philosophies:

1. Rock really, really hard.

2. HOLY SHIT GUYS DRUMS ARE AWESOME, so let's have two different drum sets on-stage and let everyone in the band who wants to smack on drums have a go at assorted points during the show.

I'm not kidding about the second point. During one of the songs last night, four of the six members were whacking away at the two drum sets and two separate free-standing toms. The lead singer has his own tom that he lugs around and bangs away on during several songs--he smacked it so hard on one of the songs that one of the drumsticks flew out of his hand, as a matter of fact. As a fan of big, full percussion sounds, I highly approved of this set-up.

And when the audience didn't leave after their last song, the slightly nonplussed singer and lead guitarist (they weren't expecting an encore and had unplugged most of the equipment) came back on-stage to perform an impromptu song about seagulls.

Overall, the show was an outstanding value for $8. If you have a chance to catch them, you should. If I had to describe what they sound like, I'd say they combine the lush arrangements of Broken Social Scene and the emotional intensity of Arcade Fire, except the lead singer doesn't sound nearly as as annoying as dude from Arcade Fire.

So then I went home and listened to the Pilot Speed CD I'd bought, Into the West. And...if it weren't for the fact that I recognized some of the songs I'd heard live, I wouldn't have been able to tell they were the same band. The CD sounds slick, over-produced and muted; the intensity, the atmospheric reverb and big, full, crunchy guitar I enjoyed so much at the live show were completely missing. That's not to say that I don't like slick and pretty--Sufjan Stevens is a good example of slick and pretty done right--but all the interesting edges to Pilot Speed had been smoothed away, and the CD ended up sounding like a cut-rate version of Keane. They need to find whoever mixed and engineered Interpol's releases and get those guys to work on their albums. The songs are decent, but the way they've been mixed has rendered them completely toothless. It was also an interesting lesson in how important arrangement and engineering are to my ears, not just composition.

In conclusion: I'll see Pilot Speed live again in a heartbeat, but I'm not sure I'm buying another album of theirs.

And Annuals rock all around. They're going places. They deserve to.
misshepeshu: (Dance!)
Holy crapping damn, kids: Yet another concert! This time, it's everybody's favorite hyperliterate-indie-band-that-writes-songs-about-what-a-big-old-whorey-whore-your-mom-is: The Decemberists. July 22 at Edgefield, which is a McMenamin's venue out by Troutdale. Opening for them is Menomena, whom I've recently discovered and who are quite delicous. Those of you who want to buy pre-sale tickets with me, let me know because I has a password.
misshepeshu: (Terpsichore)
I know many of you bitches have caught on to the awesomeness that is Regina Spektor. Well, guess what? She's going to play at the Crystal Ballroom, motherfuckers, on April 24. Tickets are $20 before all the bullshit Ticketmaster fees.

Who wants to go with me?
misshepeshu: (Terpsichore)
I saw The Shins twice in a row this week: Tuesday night at the Paramount in Seattle, and last night at the Crystal Ballroom here in Portland.

I want James Mercer to have my babies. His vocal range is amazing, and he never misses a note--which is saying quite a bit, because some of his high notes are quite alarmingly high. Amazing voice + pretty melodies + hyperliterate lyrics = love.

The show last night was in some ways much more satisfying for me than the show in Seattle, partly because I had staked out a truly excellent spot with a clear view of the stage, partly because I had finally, finally recovered from the worst of my flu, and partly because the sound was much better--the sound at the Paramount was so loud that the midtones ran together and were quite badly distorted in a good number of the songs. But last night reinforced the Concert-Going Curse between [livejournal.com profile] borktron and me (we share a good number of curses, including a Valentine's Day Curse): we shall never watch a concert together while both of us are mostly healthy.

See, at every live show we've ever been to together (Radiohead, Medeski, Martin and Wood, The Shins back in 2003 and Field Day Fest, among others), one or both of us have been sick, usually with the flu. Last night marked the first time I could remember in which we were a) both at a concert, and b) healthy. Finally! The Curse was broken!

And then we found out that his friend Crystal had left her ID back at her apartment, so ID retrieval hijinks ensued, and just as the show started, Michael left to go meet her. By the time they made it back? The crowd was too dense for them to work their way to where I was.

I was amused that the Curse held, but I was also mildly exasperated at Fate, who seems determined to have me go to shows alone. My friend Matthew also had a ticket, but he got to the show very, very late, and we didn't end up meeting at all--he had to leave early to pick his parents up from the airport.

Other events of note:

- The woman next to me fainted. One moment she was dancing along happily, and the next moment: ker-plop. Luckily, she had friends with her, who helped steer her out of the crowd.

- Various people, out of nowhere and apropos of nothing, asked me who the opening band was. Good thing I knew the answer, ha!

- The Shins spontaneously broke into an absolutely fantastic cover of a Pink Floyd song--a song whose title I can't remember, but I do know it's from Dark Side of the Moon. James Mercer couldn't keep his face straight long enough to see the song through to the end, though, which is a damn shame, because it was both brilliant and hilarious.

- "Girl on the Wing" was re-worked into an almost unrecognizable lounge number. So. Good.

Somebody teased me about being a groupie last weekend--I think it was [livejournal.com profile] konomaigo, but it might've been somebody else. All I can say is: if I had enough money and free time, I'd happily follow bands like The Shins from city to city. Something about seeing live shows makes my brain and my heart very happy--during a good show, I'm literally euphoric the whole time the band is playing. I'm currently in the process of putting myself on a very strict budget for the next four months to force myself to save money for law school (first up on the chopping block: eating out), but concerts are the one indulgence I'm allowing myself.

Edited to add: One more noteworthy thing: The huge spread in terms of age range at last night's concert surprised and pleased me. Most of the shows I go to tend to be filled with people within 8 years or so of my age; one notable exception was John Vanderslice, where most of the audience members looked to be well into their 40s. Last night? There were 50-year-old couples, and wee teenyboppers (the youngest person I saw there was probably 12 or 13) with their parents, and everything in between. Nifty.
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I have at least one spare ticket to next week's sold-out The Shins concert at the Crystal Ballroom. Mayyyyybe two. Show starts at 8, and the opening band, Viva Voce, is quite good as well. Anyone want to come with? E-mail me for details and ticket pickup: my LJ username @yahoo.com. If I don't hear from anyone by Sunday, I will Craigslist these puppies.
misshepeshu: (Dance!)
Annuals, February 28 (Wednesday), Doug Fir. I can't recommend these guys enough; they're one of my new favorite bands and I'll post some songs of theirs in a locked entry so you guys can fall in love with them too and then thank my ass for introducing you to so much awesomeness.

Crosstide, March 14 (Tuesday), Tonic Lounge. Hot local band; [livejournal.com profile] mustela has just introduced me to them, and they sound pretty goddamn rad.

John Vanderslice, April 6 (Friday), Doug Fir. If you like The Decemberists, odds are quite good you'll enjoy Vanderslice's literate, thoughtful songwriting. Also, his whiny-ass voice.

Electric 6, April 25 (Wednesday), Doug Fir. Awesome wacky funtimes by the dudes who brought you "Danger! High Voltage!" and "Gay Bar."

Kaiser Chiefs, April 26 (Thursday), Crystal Ballroom. Brit poppish punkish goodness. You wantses to go with me, yesss you do.

So, to summarize for those of you following along at home, I'm going to these shows between February and April:

Kronos Quartet, February 11 (Sunday), 3 p.m., Kaul Auditorium.

The Shins, February 20 (Tuesday), Paramount Theater in Seattle. TICKETS BOUGHT.

The Shins, February 21 (Wednesday), Crystall Ballroom. TICKETS BOUGHT + 3 extras. [livejournal.com profile] borktron is coming with, possibly my friend Matt, possibly [livejournal.com profile] mustela.

Annuals, February 28 (Wednesday), Doug Fir. TICKETS BOUGHT. [livejournal.com profile] mustela may be coming with, but he has to work the next day, so I may have a spare ticket.

Bloc Party, March 13 (Tuesday), Crystal Ballroom. Tickets to be bought tomorrow.

Crosstide, March 14 (Tuesday), Tonic Lounge. Tickets not yet bought.

John Vanderslice, April 6 (Friday), Doug Fir. Tickets to be bought tomorrow.

Electric Six, April 25 (Wednesday), Doug Fir. Tickets to be bought tomorrow.

Kaiser Chiefs, April 26 (Thursday), Crystal Ballroom. Tickets to be bought tomorrow.

Oh, also: new album by Feist out in May! GLEEEEEE.

If any of you knows of any awesomeness afoot, or if there are shows you want to drag me to, hit me up. Baby.
misshepeshu: (Terpsichore)
Kronos Quartet, 3 p.m. this Sunday (2/11) at Reed College's Kaul Auditorium. Tickets are kind of spendy ($35), but maybe there are discounts if you're a Reedie? Anyway, I'm going, and I'd love to have more company. Anyone want to come with?
misshepeshu: (Dance!)
Bloc Party - 3/13/07 (Tuesday), Crystal Ballroom

TV on the Radio - 3/23/07 (Friday), Roseland Theater

Damn, looks like my concert-going schedule is ramping up again. WHEE!
misshepeshu: (Dance!)
Sparklehorse with Jesse Sykes and the Sweet Hereafter - 2/13/06 (Tuesday) at the Wonder Ballroom.

Tenacious D - 2/19/06 (Monday) at the Schnitz.

The Shins - 2/21/06 (Wednesday) at the Crystal Ballroom.

Who wants to come with? I'm probably going to strong-arm [livejournal.com profile] borktron into seeing Tenacious D with me, because dude: Tenacious D. And at least one of you bitches is coming with me to The Shins. That's all there is to it. IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKING SHINS.
misshepeshu: (cowbell)
Sparklehorse is playing at the Wonder Ballroom on February 13th, motherfuckers! Opening for them? Jesse Sykes and the Sweet Hereafter.


I'm going, and I highly encourage you to come with me.

Those of you interested in checking out more of their music before making a decision, contact me for some MP3s.
misshepeshu: (Terpsichore)
I've mentioned before that Silversun Pickups, OK Go and Snow Patrol are 90s throwbacks. Then this morning, I received an e-mail notification from Monqui Presents that all three of them are touring together in 2007.

Who called it? I CALLED IT.

I really, really like Silversun Pickups, enjoy OK Go quite a bit and feel meh about Snow Patrol. I'm trying to ponder whether getting tickets to see the two opening bands will be worth it, especially in an arena setting, which is my least favorite type of venue. I'm still kicking myself for not getting tickets to the Siversun Pickups and Wolfmother show last Saturday before they sold out (though an impromptu visit with [livejournal.com profile] konomaigo helped soothe my savage breast in the absence of music), and this would help make up for missing them last time around. AND I'll get to see OK Go, who, if their videos are any indication, should be tremendous fun live, even if I'm not in love with all their songs. But but BUT: big arena with crappy acoustics, jostling for a decent view when I'm such a short-arse, and I'm not particularly interested in the headliner. Quel dilemme.
misshepeshu: (Behold the Kitty!)
The concert tonight at the Crystal Ballroom was brilliant. I'm not sure if it's the best show I've ever been to (the Beck/Flaming Lips double-bill is right up there, as is Blur at the Roseland, Weezer at the Pine Street Theater, Pearl Jam in Singapore and Radiohead at the Gorge), but it's definitely in the top 5. The band sounded great, the banter with the audience was fun and funny, and though there were a few flubs, they were accepted good-naturedly by the audience.

However, many, many songs were missing from the show that in my opinion should've been included, like "The Infanta," "Billy Liar" (best song about masturbation EVER), "A Cautionary Song," "On the Bus Mall," "The Legionnaire," "The Apology Song," "The Sporting Life" and "The Mariner's Revenge Song." I have hopes that at least two or three of these will make the setlist tomorrow.

Also, this memorably hilarious exchange took place halfway during the concert:

Colin Meloy: ...what?
Colin Meloy: Well, looks like quite the turf war is erupting between the Reedies and the Lewis and Clarkies.
Drummer: I demand a dance-off.
Colin Meloy: Who do you think will win in a street fight? The Reedies, or the Lewis and Clarkies?
Guitarist: Jefferson High School.
*general hilarity*
Colin Meloy: I don't know. I think maybe the Reedies. I think they'll fight dirtier.

Hanyway. Can't wait for the show tomorrow. It's going to be, like, a bucket of awesome with awesome sauce on top.
misshepeshu: (cowbell)
Friends, panty-fetishists and countrymen,

Four more things have popped up in my radar. First off are two! bands! with! exclamation points! in! their! names! You Say Party! We Say Die! and Thunderbirds Are Now! are playing at the Towne Lounge on Monday, October 9, starting at 10 p.m. It's a cheap show, only $7. I have never heard of these bands before, but they're indie, and their names are incredibly amusing. Anyone game for plunging into this blind with me?

And then there's a book reading at Powell's by Daily Show regular John Hodgman on Tuesday, October 10.

And HOLY SHIT, you guys! Richard Dawkins! At Powell's! October 27 at Powell's on Burnside at 7:30 p.m. I don't necessarily agree with everything he has to say, but I'm a fangirl anyway.

Last but by no means the least are Viva Voce and Silversun Pickups at the Doug Fir Lounge on September 28 at 9 p.m. It's another cheap show--only $12. I really like Silversun Pickups, but I have no idea what Viva Voce sounds like--however, I have one of their CDs winging its way towards me from the library, so I'll find out soon enough. Also, they're with Barsuk records. This doesn't really mean much, normally, but Barsuk artists are usually rock-solid musicians even if they aren't to my tastes; Nada Surf, Death Cab for Cutie, They Might Be Giants, John Vanderslice and Mates of State are probably some of the more recognizable names on that label.

I'm going to have to update my Rocktober calendar. Sweet baby Ganesh wept.


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