I've got a new radio show this semester, and as you can see, Ethan has lent us his talents of dry-erase advertisement. In English, it reads, "Energy of the music - With Killer Ray and Ghostface Conor. 8:00-10:00am Thursday." Of course, I'll be updating this page with every week's new playlist.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
New show for Spring 2006
I've got a new radio show this semester, and as you can see, Ethan has lent us his talents of dry-erase advertisement. In English, it reads, "Energy of the music - With Killer Ray and Ghostface Conor. 8:00-10:00am Thursday." Of course, I'll be updating this page with every week's new playlist.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Live - Act Local Hurricane Relief Fundraiser @ The Knitting Factory
Conor and I had nothing planned for Sunday night and decided to continue our ManHat10 adventure at the Knitting Factory. Thirty bands were scheduled to perform, with Matt & Ira (from Nada Surf) and The Wrens headlining.
Matt & Ira played a great set. Matt played acoustic guitar while Ira drummed along on tambourine. Their songs translated to the acoustic format beautifully. It says something about the quality of a songwriter when their work is just as good, if not better, with all but the essentials stripped from it. I talked to Matt in the lobby after their set and he was very friendly. He seemed uncommonly happy that I'd enjoyed their show. Humble, even.
We checked the other stages after Matt & Ira were done and found a couple of terrible bands, so we decided to come back later that night for The Wrens.
We arrived a little early and caught The Soft Explosions playing on the main stage. They seemed pretty solid: two guitarists, a bassist, and a drummer. Their second guitarist was pretty attractive, but as soon as she started soloing she instantly became the hottest girl in the world. I'm not even kidding. She shredded like Enron. She played the slide like it was easy. Conor and I were in love. With her. Not with each other. Well maybe. Anyways, the band as a whole was pretty cohesive, but the solos flying around in the background made the whole thing mesmerizing.
Finally, The Wrens came on stage. They played their gig almost like a rehearsal. Not that they were unprofessional to a fault; it gave the show a friendly, playful touch. They fooled around between songs, playing the starting chords to "Sweet Home Alabama", joking with the audience, and whispering into each other's ears. They played without their drummer but made up for it by rocking extra hard. They did some interesting things with their electronics as well. Charles Bissel (vocals, guitar) called Greg Whelan (guitar) on his cell phone. Whelan held his phone to the pickups on his guitar, while Bissel sung the opening lines of a song into his phone. The result was a warped, barely understandable sound that kept the whole place holding their breath. Later, Bissel played with his loop machine in interesting ways, while Kevin Whelan surrounded us with glorious, synthesized piano. There were good vibes and good times to be had by all.
Matt & Ira played a great set. Matt played acoustic guitar while Ira drummed along on tambourine. Their songs translated to the acoustic format beautifully. It says something about the quality of a songwriter when their work is just as good, if not better, with all but the essentials stripped from it. I talked to Matt in the lobby after their set and he was very friendly. He seemed uncommonly happy that I'd enjoyed their show. Humble, even.
We checked the other stages after Matt & Ira were done and found a couple of terrible bands, so we decided to come back later that night for The Wrens.
We arrived a little early and caught The Soft Explosions playing on the main stage. They seemed pretty solid: two guitarists, a bassist, and a drummer. Their second guitarist was pretty attractive, but as soon as she started soloing she instantly became the hottest girl in the world. I'm not even kidding. She shredded like Enron. She played the slide like it was easy. Conor and I were in love. With her. Not with each other. Well maybe. Anyways, the band as a whole was pretty cohesive, but the solos flying around in the background made the whole thing mesmerizing.
Finally, The Wrens came on stage. They played their gig almost like a rehearsal. Not that they were unprofessional to a fault; it gave the show a friendly, playful touch. They fooled around between songs, playing the starting chords to "Sweet Home Alabama", joking with the audience, and whispering into each other's ears. They played without their drummer but made up for it by rocking extra hard. They did some interesting things with their electronics as well. Charles Bissel (vocals, guitar) called Greg Whelan (guitar) on his cell phone. Whelan held his phone to the pickups on his guitar, while Bissel sung the opening lines of a song into his phone. The result was a warped, barely understandable sound that kept the whole place holding their breath. Later, Bissel played with his loop machine in interesting ways, while Kevin Whelan surrounded us with glorious, synthesized piano. There were good vibes and good times to be had by all.
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