Tuesday, April 15, 2008
"SAY IT LOUD" / J.ROCC & FRIENDS
"Say It Loud" is an evening celebrating the Godfather of Soul James Brown. It's also an official release party for J.ROCC's "James Brown Tribute p.2" mix CD and Nelson George & Alan Leeds' book "James Brown The Reader: 50 years of writing about the God Father of Soul".
J.Rocc is by far my favorite Los Angeles DJ. He's the leader of the Beat Junkies and one of the smoothest DJs I've ever seen/heard. It's often joked that he is the King of the 30 sec. mix because of his speed and accuracy but if his 1st James Brown tribute is any indication of this evening's sounds there will be plenty of time to catch the groove. Also performing is funky drummer James Gadson featuring the Breakestra and local artist Kofie.
You can pick up J.Rocc's mixes at Turntable Lab on Fairfax or simply subscribe to the Stones Throw Podcast.
When: Saturday / April 26, 2008 / 9pm
Where: The Echoplex / 1154 Glendale Blvd
Cost: $15 presale | $20 @ door / 21+Wiser
Promoter: ArtDon'tSleep
SOUL SLAM LA / DJ SPINNA
DJ Spinna is a Brooklyn based DJ and producer. His talents in the work of underground music are well known and I got the chance to experience his DJing a few months ago right here in Los Angeles. The event was "Wonder-Full," a night dedicated to the music of Stevie Wonder. DJ Spinna and Bobbito Garcia (from the legendary Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Show " - 89.9FM New York) rocked the scene with songs that kept the crowd singing along all night.
This time DJ Spinna is bringing another one of his famous nights to Los Angeles: Soul Slam--Michael Jackson vs. Prince. Last years edition was held in San Francisco and who knows where next years will be--I urge you to make it out to this one. DJ Spinna will be spinning solo for 4 hours dropping all music Jackson or Price related; Vanity, Janet Jackson, Sheila E., The Jackson 5, The Time, etc. Jeremy Sole (KCRW/Musaics/Afro Funke) will be starting the evening off proper so arrive early and stay late.
When: Friday / May 2nd 2008 / 9pm
Where: The Echoplex
Cost: $11 presale | $15 @ door / 21+Wiser
Sunday, April 13, 2008
ABBA IN SPANISH
Last night I went to a birthday party with Coco in Marina Del Rey. When I returned to Silverlake around 1:30am the apartment was still filled with heat from the late afternoon. After letting Jonah, our roommate & cat, out I left the front door open while the metal gate was locked tight.
meow on the move: Jonah Cat
I always thought having a metal gate on my front door would be a depressing reminder that I live in a low-income neighborhood, making me feel trapped. On the contrary I've found it very liberating because I can have the cool night air enter the apartment without the worry an intruder would do the same.
I winded down the evening with the usual rituals of teeth brushing, glasses of water, etc. This is a tranquil time for me where all the worries of the day are put aside because all that is required of me is sleep. (I'm a big fan of sleep--it's one of my favorite hobbies.) This precious time was suddenly interrupted by music coming from the direction of the front door. It got loud quickly—middle of the day loud let alone 2am loud. The arrogance of such an act was unsettling and made me worry for Jonah. As I approached the gate he was there waiting to be let in (a street hustler knows crazy) and I did so swiftly. I followed by shutting the front door loud enough so whoever was lurking in the dark below could here. At which point Coco remarked, "How weird someone would be playing a boom box at the bottom of our steps." I replied, "How weird they would be playing ABBA in Spanish."
Today as I left the house for a late breakfast I found flies huddled on top of curious mass at the bottom of our steps. It looked like a cross between a dead snail and raw shrimp and had been baking in morning sun leaving a reddish residue on the cement. The whole thing echoed Spanish ABBA. Shit is weird.
meow on the move: Jonah Cat
I always thought having a metal gate on my front door would be a depressing reminder that I live in a low-income neighborhood, making me feel trapped. On the contrary I've found it very liberating because I can have the cool night air enter the apartment without the worry an intruder would do the same.
I winded down the evening with the usual rituals of teeth brushing, glasses of water, etc. This is a tranquil time for me where all the worries of the day are put aside because all that is required of me is sleep. (I'm a big fan of sleep--it's one of my favorite hobbies.) This precious time was suddenly interrupted by music coming from the direction of the front door. It got loud quickly—middle of the day loud let alone 2am loud. The arrogance of such an act was unsettling and made me worry for Jonah. As I approached the gate he was there waiting to be let in (a street hustler knows crazy) and I did so swiftly. I followed by shutting the front door loud enough so whoever was lurking in the dark below could here. At which point Coco remarked, "How weird someone would be playing a boom box at the bottom of our steps." I replied, "How weird they would be playing ABBA in Spanish."
Today as I left the house for a late breakfast I found flies huddled on top of curious mass at the bottom of our steps. It looked like a cross between a dead snail and raw shrimp and had been baking in morning sun leaving a reddish residue on the cement. The whole thing echoed Spanish ABBA. Shit is weird.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
VICE SUBSCRIPTION
When I first moved to the east-side of Los Angeles, around 5 years ago, I discovered Vice magazine. It was outrageous, smart, funny and it was about the type of people I knew. At one point I actually bought a subscription but, true to their style, it wouldn't always come and when it did it was late. Since then I've opted to pick it up whenever I come across it.
As the years have passed I feel like the quality of the magazine has declined. Maybe it's due to seeing the many Vice books in Urban Outfitters. It's always an interesting experience when something underground evolves into the mainstream. Part of the reason I love underground art, whether it's a magazine, music, or graffiti, is because it's an inside thing. The people that get it are those in the know; like an inside joke between friends.
An artist by the name of Spazmat invaded several Clear Channel electric billboards with his skullphone graphic this past month. The graphic consisted of 3 skullphones and had several awkward lines of color slashing the design horizontally, making it look distorted/hacked. I, like many, believed he hacked the billboards but Clear Channel has stated that Spazmat purchased the ad. Spazmat has responded vaguely to the accusations. Either way it makes one question why it matters. Do we care about the art because it is underground or do we care about the art because it moves us intellectually and emotionally? I go with the latter but instinctually I want Spazmat to have fucked over Clear Channel (it’s just a personal thing).
(photo from flickr member monkey_wrench.)
Artistically I think Spazmat has stayed true to his aesthetic of subversive social commentary. After all the skullphone is a representation of technology and death, which properly reflects the nuisance of eye catching electronic billboards that are meant to captivate drivers. Should Spazmat become known and financially successful bringing such commentary to the general population I would congratulate him. Anyone who can make a living off their art should be congratulated and the people at Vice magazine are no exception. Sure I don’t like video game ads but I still peep the “DOs & DON’Ts” and all those Richard Kern photo spreads. Here are 2 subscription solicitations that are true to Vice form and reflect the style that keeps me looking out for the mag, regardless of how big it gets.
As the years have passed I feel like the quality of the magazine has declined. Maybe it's due to seeing the many Vice books in Urban Outfitters. It's always an interesting experience when something underground evolves into the mainstream. Part of the reason I love underground art, whether it's a magazine, music, or graffiti, is because it's an inside thing. The people that get it are those in the know; like an inside joke between friends.
An artist by the name of Spazmat invaded several Clear Channel electric billboards with his skullphone graphic this past month. The graphic consisted of 3 skullphones and had several awkward lines of color slashing the design horizontally, making it look distorted/hacked. I, like many, believed he hacked the billboards but Clear Channel has stated that Spazmat purchased the ad. Spazmat has responded vaguely to the accusations. Either way it makes one question why it matters. Do we care about the art because it is underground or do we care about the art because it moves us intellectually and emotionally? I go with the latter but instinctually I want Spazmat to have fucked over Clear Channel (it’s just a personal thing).
(photo from flickr member monkey_wrench.)
Artistically I think Spazmat has stayed true to his aesthetic of subversive social commentary. After all the skullphone is a representation of technology and death, which properly reflects the nuisance of eye catching electronic billboards that are meant to captivate drivers. Should Spazmat become known and financially successful bringing such commentary to the general population I would congratulate him. Anyone who can make a living off their art should be congratulated and the people at Vice magazine are no exception. Sure I don’t like video game ads but I still peep the “DOs & DON’Ts” and all those Richard Kern photo spreads. Here are 2 subscription solicitations that are true to Vice form and reflect the style that keeps me looking out for the mag, regardless of how big it gets.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
MISSING
Last seen on the corner of Cherokee Ave & Adams Ave in San Diego, CA. Please email if you see him.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
OPERA SINGER
My downstairs neighbor is an opera singer.
Everyday that I'm home I hear her rehearsing loud and clear, usually around noon. Most of the time its just noise to me but every now and then it actually sounds like screaming--I never said she was a very talented opera singer. In fact, by living in the apartment building we live in it makes me think she is a poorly talented opera singer otherwise she would be making more money and would live in a different place.
Today as she was rehearsing and I heard a moment of screaming and thought to myself what if I called the Police and reported; "My downstairs neighbor is screaming and I don't know if she's okay." I took a moment to think about how their exchange at the door would go over.
Everyday that I'm home I hear her rehearsing loud and clear, usually around noon. Most of the time its just noise to me but every now and then it actually sounds like screaming--I never said she was a very talented opera singer. In fact, by living in the apartment building we live in it makes me think she is a poorly talented opera singer otherwise she would be making more money and would live in a different place.
Today as she was rehearsing and I heard a moment of screaming and thought to myself what if I called the Police and reported; "My downstairs neighbor is screaming and I don't know if she's okay." I took a moment to think about how their exchange at the door would go over.
"THERE WILL BE BLOOD"
I saw this film twice in the theater and I enjoyed it. I've had a few discussions with people about the film because there was so much hype around it and wanted to share my thoughts. If you haven't seen the film I suggest you read this afterwards otherwise you will not get the references.
Camera Operating / Photography
The camera moved in service of the story and not ego, which I think is a sign of maturity on the part of PT Anderson—even “Punch Drunk Love” was highly stylized and self referential in terms of camera operating. I thought the imagery had moments that were so delicate, especially in the beginning of the film when the images are carrying the storytelling. There were also moments that really drew strong allusions to classic cinema which made me feel that PT was trying to ascend to the status of a master. The 2 moments I can think of off the top of my head are: In the beginning of the film the tilt up from the oil well to the hills as the score goes eerily crazy (reminded me of the beginning of Kubrick’s 2001) and the burning up of the oil derrick at night (reminded me of Malick’s “Days of Heaven”) The violence of the fields being burned up in “Days of Heaven” was such a shocking contrast to the serenity that any film with night, fire, and silhouetted people is going to send me back to it.
Story/Acting
I think the leap from when HW was a child to when he was an adult, in the 3rd act, was a too jarring. The transition of when HW was a baby to a boy felt very natural because it was the beginning of the film and helped establish Daniel as a good person/protagonist but by the time we get to HW returning from San Francisco we know that Daniel is extremely conflicted between his inability to be intimate with people and his love for HW. This conflict is what drives the entire film and rather then seeing it play out we cut to several years later and see the results. I want the drama. I want to see the loving embrace when HW returns and later still see Daniel turning away from him.
The other issue I had with the story was the revelation that Paul, not Eli, was the chosen brother. If we had really believed Eli was in touch with god, a true prophet, then this revelation would have been amazing. Unfortunately we never see Eli connecting with god with sincerity—intensity yes but not with the sincerity of someone who truly believes and makes others believe. We see him as a sham and are already are in on the fact Eli wasn’t the true prophet; no surprises there. I’m not sure if this was a directorial decision or if Paul Dano wasn’t up to that level of acting. I must admit that Paul Dano’s performance surprised me. I had only seen him in “Little Miss Sunshine” and this performance was far beyond that one. Let’s face it anyone who is going to play against Daniel Day Lewis is not going to look that good, especially when Day Lewis is playing such an angry intimidating figure. I think Dano did the best he could which was far above what I was expecting.
On the topic of performance I think Day Lewis was amazing. He reminded of Al Pacino in “Scarface” because he was playing such intensity on the surface while shaping complex subtle undercurrents, which could easily be missed if you were just watching casually. The one scene that I can think of right off the bat was when Daniel is on the beach with his “brother” and discovers the man is an impostor. While I understood the scene it took seeing it a 2nd time to appreciate how Day Lewis was playing it. (Side note: In the case of “Scarface” it took me seeing it on the big screen when it was re-released to pick up on all the undercurrents. It’s a leap to compare the two because “Scarface” is such a pop culture phenomenon but there are similarities in the performances.)
Last Thoughts
Overall I think it’s a good film and definitely a pleasure to see on the big screen but it felt a bit fractured. It also revealed PT’s ambitions for an Oscar with ease, which were too on the nose—I prefer subtlety.
Camera Operating / Photography
The camera moved in service of the story and not ego, which I think is a sign of maturity on the part of PT Anderson—even “Punch Drunk Love” was highly stylized and self referential in terms of camera operating. I thought the imagery had moments that were so delicate, especially in the beginning of the film when the images are carrying the storytelling. There were also moments that really drew strong allusions to classic cinema which made me feel that PT was trying to ascend to the status of a master. The 2 moments I can think of off the top of my head are: In the beginning of the film the tilt up from the oil well to the hills as the score goes eerily crazy (reminded me of the beginning of Kubrick’s 2001) and the burning up of the oil derrick at night (reminded me of Malick’s “Days of Heaven”) The violence of the fields being burned up in “Days of Heaven” was such a shocking contrast to the serenity that any film with night, fire, and silhouetted people is going to send me back to it.
Story/Acting
I think the leap from when HW was a child to when he was an adult, in the 3rd act, was a too jarring. The transition of when HW was a baby to a boy felt very natural because it was the beginning of the film and helped establish Daniel as a good person/protagonist but by the time we get to HW returning from San Francisco we know that Daniel is extremely conflicted between his inability to be intimate with people and his love for HW. This conflict is what drives the entire film and rather then seeing it play out we cut to several years later and see the results. I want the drama. I want to see the loving embrace when HW returns and later still see Daniel turning away from him.
The other issue I had with the story was the revelation that Paul, not Eli, was the chosen brother. If we had really believed Eli was in touch with god, a true prophet, then this revelation would have been amazing. Unfortunately we never see Eli connecting with god with sincerity—intensity yes but not with the sincerity of someone who truly believes and makes others believe. We see him as a sham and are already are in on the fact Eli wasn’t the true prophet; no surprises there. I’m not sure if this was a directorial decision or if Paul Dano wasn’t up to that level of acting. I must admit that Paul Dano’s performance surprised me. I had only seen him in “Little Miss Sunshine” and this performance was far beyond that one. Let’s face it anyone who is going to play against Daniel Day Lewis is not going to look that good, especially when Day Lewis is playing such an angry intimidating figure. I think Dano did the best he could which was far above what I was expecting.
On the topic of performance I think Day Lewis was amazing. He reminded of Al Pacino in “Scarface” because he was playing such intensity on the surface while shaping complex subtle undercurrents, which could easily be missed if you were just watching casually. The one scene that I can think of right off the bat was when Daniel is on the beach with his “brother” and discovers the man is an impostor. While I understood the scene it took seeing it a 2nd time to appreciate how Day Lewis was playing it. (Side note: In the case of “Scarface” it took me seeing it on the big screen when it was re-released to pick up on all the undercurrents. It’s a leap to compare the two because “Scarface” is such a pop culture phenomenon but there are similarities in the performances.)
Last Thoughts
Overall I think it’s a good film and definitely a pleasure to see on the big screen but it felt a bit fractured. It also revealed PT’s ambitions for an Oscar with ease, which were too on the nose—I prefer subtlety.
Monday, April 7, 2008
PETE ROCK VS. DJ PREMIER / 04.18.08 / CRASH MANSION L.A.
Pete Rock and DJ Premier are legends in the hip-hop world. Both DJ/producers significantly shaped the sound of underground hip-hop's golden era. Pete Rock made his mark with C.L. Smooth in the early 90s (Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth) while DJ Premier, aka Primo, created the sound that defined the Gang Starr Foundation (Gang Starr, Group Home, & Jeru Tha Damaja, etc).
Honestly, I can't image this as a conventional battle. I'm thinking it will be a back and forth of their hits over the years--were talking pure heat! Of course, My money is on Primo simply for the album "Hard to Earn," which was released in 1994 and exemplifies the the beautiful peak hip-hop reached before complete commercial exploitation. Actually, my money is on Primo because of one track--Jeru Tha Damaja's "Come Clean."
When: Friday / April 18th, 2008
Where: Crash Mansion L.A.
More Info: soled out L.A.
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Greetings all.
My name is bOby_weave and this blog is about all things happening in Los Angeles, and sometimes out, from a desboracho point-of-view. To get a better feel for what I'm talking about check the "do you want more..." links. I don't want to waste anytime defining the site--let's just see what develops.
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My name is bOby_weave and this blog is about all things happening in Los Angeles, and sometimes out, from a desboracho point-of-view. To get a better feel for what I'm talking about check the "do you want more..." links. I don't want to waste anytime defining the site--let's just see what develops.
aiiight chill
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