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As Tim said, “Indie cred through the roof!”


Everybody Wants to Go on Forever, I Just Wanna Burn up Hard and Bright

Due to a series of serendipitous events, I lucked out and saw Ryan Adams in San Diego tonight with Amateur Chemist. When we got there, we were told the worldwide tour policy is no photos (“he looks the same except the venues are darker”), so I drew pics instead. Here’s the OCW review.


Got Very Drunk in the Middle of the Day

I couldn’t remember how I ever enjoyed alcohol. And then I did.


Bon Iver Never Gets Old

Bon Iver
It just gets bigger. (I took this photo three years ago, and Justin Vernon and his two other bandmates were three feet away. When I saw them at the Shrine tonight there were nine people in the band, and I would’ve literally been blown away if I stood too close to them.)


Bembang.Us

In June, I started a tri-city music blog with Araceli and Brian. As a freelancer (who used to work for major dailies), I still get loads of press releases for music. And there’s so much going on in Los Angeles that I felt it was a shame I didn’t have an outlet for everything I wanted to cover. I asked Araceli and Brian to help it was because I always enjoyed reading Brian’s blogs about Chicago music, and Araceli, who works at the Village Voice, is the hook-up meister for +1s in New York. All in all I thought it would be a pretty comprehensive site for things … that the three of us were interested in. Hehe.

lillearacelibrian

We called it Bembang! because we didn’t want a silly blog name. We resorted to choosing from my old (aborted) band names — we eventually picked BemBang! because in Filipino slang, it means this. It mutated to various noun forms (a dude who is ‘Bem’ is f*ckable, not necessarily cute, but is always hot; ‘Bembangan’ means the act of doing it). So that was fun, and funny.

Brian thought the URL was funny because I bought bembang.us; if you read it fast, you’d think it was “Bang Us.”

Anyway, it’s been kind of cool just seeing what Araceli and Brian have been up to in New York and Chicago. I really enjoy their writing as well. We haven’t put out any sort of mission statement or anything, but I’m sure we’ll figure all that out eventually. In the meantime, enjoy my favorite post so far.

I’m off to the yoga/music festival Wanderlust tomorrow at Lake Tahoe; not Los Angeles, but still the West Coast, so it counts, yes? So watch out for the review, up next week on BemBang!.


My top 10 experiences of 2008

This year proved that what I am really best at is either a) looking on the bright side or b) deluding myself. Because despite getting laid off (RIP, MKE), I traveled a lot, developed new relationships, discovered what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. At the very least, 2008 was waaaaay better than 2007. Or even 2006!

1. I see Poland, I see Prague:

Going to Europe with Kathy, Justin, Marla and Carrie was pretty life-changing. Not because I got to go to Auschwitz or ÄŒeský Krumlov (aka Chesty Kumquat) or the Bone Church or Austria, although all those places were amazing. It was life-changing because after the 10-day trip I made my Milwaukee keepers. We had fart-offs, meat sweats, jumping shots, cartwheel shots, amber infusions…it was fun. The only non-fun was having to hold Justin’s hand while Kathy was in the bathroom or something, while waiting to board airplanes. That hurt.
vorsicht at auswitchz

2. Food Night

What it is: Sunday nights, Justin Shady & Co. (we called them the Ohio crew) would buy ingredients for a yummy meal and cook dinner for the masses. Then we’d all sit around drinking booze and talking.

How it works: Basically whoever was hosting (Justin or Marla or whoever) would buy the ingredients, plan the menu, and cook. The guests would start trickling in while the cooks were preparing, and sometimes help, sometimes just drink booze. Then we’d sit in a circle and eat everything. The cooks would tally up the cost of the ingredients and divide it by the guests, and it would usually amount to $5 or less. You had to bring your own booze.

Who goes: People who knew the TLC crew, lovers, dreamers, musicians, yogis, bicyclists, painters, illustraters, writers, copy editors, comedians, actors, dogs, photographers, drummers, guitarists, etc etc etc.

Why it was a highlight: Food Night in Milwaukee made all of us feel that we were part of a family, one of our choosing. Other than my sister’s house, the Shady-Bryja-Scott household was the most at welcome I ever felt in the Midwest. And it also inspired me to start cooking. And do household chores. And I got better at picking booze. And drinking it. So, you know, it also made me appreciate Milwaukee so much more.

Final Food Night

3. Staying in Riverwest

There were reasons I didn’t want to get my own place in Milwaukee long term. I knew winter wasn’t my thing, so I didn’t know how long I was going to stick around in the Midwest. I was saving a ton of money living with my sister, and I loved being around Zach. Plus I always thought my sister would be sad if I moved. Subletting Marla’s place was a good idea though; I had alone time, I made my own food, I wrote a short story, I wrote a few songs. I found out about the Reservoir, I took care of dogs, I felt more responsible than I had in YEARS. Okay, ever. So that was pretty cool.

riverwest

4. Getting Laid Off

On one hand, it was the biggest ego blow I’d ever experienced in my life. On the other, it seemed like I was getting paid to finally do what I really wanted to with my life. Getting laid off paved the way for me to do everything else that made 2008 one of the best in recent history. I miss working with people from MKE, but I love what I’m doing now (i.e., partying).

5. Going to Alaska with my family

Total chaos, but fun. I flew from Milwaukee to Seattle early so I could explore the city a little bit by myself. When my family arrived (from Manila and California) we boarded the NCL cruise ship then  hit Ketchikan, Juneau, Skagway and Prince Rupert in Canada. In Ketchikan, we toured various totem poles. In Juneau, we rode a float plane to look over a bunch of glaciers and have a salmon bake…we also saw real bears eating salmon leftovers at the barbecue! In Skagway, we biked around town. We were too late to book a whale watching tour in Prince Rupert, so we all just hung around the small, non-descript Canadian town.

I’d never been on a cruise before, and to go with 13 members of my family (cousins, aunts, grandma, mom, baby nephews) was pretty awesome. I KNEW my family was fun, but group vacations are always a nice way to prove it.

Mi Familia in Alaska

6. Burning Man: More than a “drug-fueled desert artfag epiphany.”

Regardless of how passe Burning Man is perceived (so passe that even ragging on it is passe), it probably the most amazing thing I did last year. Random notes from my journal; none of them really concrete. Also all mentions of mind-altering substances and real names will be hidden under words like “unicorns” and “rainbows” and “roses.”

Day .25 – flight delayed, got to chico really late. j*sh and i did wizards and smoked. they had half an oz. of unicor s. went to walmart. would’ve forgotten i was at chico except for teh ‘chico state u’ t-shirts. bought water jugs, camelbak, stole a little girl’s bike by accident. it was pink, but there was no bell. luckily i am very short. also groceries (not stolen)

Day .5 – more walmart, picked up the uhaul from a dude who was fired but rehired and used to be meredith’s neighbor…who ended up giving us free shite from uhaul…we drove to nevada……was in line to get in Black Rock City 12 hours, worst thing ever

Day 1: set up camp in a dust storm. slept at Hookahdome, all wasted on rainbows…it was awesome. for some reason burning man felt really really like home, it was amazing, everyone so nice and friendly and weird and so much magic…i felt like just being there was sacred space…

i think we took roses. i don’t know. it was great, even though i was alone i had a whole city to explore. i felt kind of intimidated in the beginning.

Day 2. – 6. took two sugar cubes of griffins. then explored the city on my bike, at dawn. it was constantly, like, 100 degrees, and i couldn’t process any of the shit that was happeninng properly. a cubicle in the mmiddle of the desert? sure. a cheshire cat truck trundling across my tent? of course. a magic carpet ride and a disco that people danced on while it moved through the city? why not. But by the end of the trip I was burnt out, burnt and tired. We left before the man burned. Still, it was AWESOME.
the man at dawn

7. Earthdance/Sebastopol
More hippie bs, but time with MamaSu and Lia was priceless. I met Su’s family from Humboldt, I camped out some more (but only for three days!) i got to smell a lot of hippie bullshit sage, and also, there was more available unicorns here than at burning man. there were angels and dodos and peacock feathers. one night i took peacock feathers and Neko Case saved my life. I did not bathe for three days.

I also had a great time just BEING in Sebastopol. The yoga studio was walking distance, so I would take ashtanga classes daily. It got me back into the practice. I drove around San Francisco, went to see Michael Franti, spent time with my cousin Rosanna in Berkeley and B + Karla in Oakland — all in all, a very productive NorCal sojourn.

8. Driving to Cali from MKE
It was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done — three days in a car through eight states, just driving, driving, driving. The whole one foot in front of the other is great in theory, you know? I really enjoy going to different cities, like notches in my belt. Or something. Plus, I always wanted to be able to say I drove cross-country. (Also, I saw my odometer hit 666.)

666 on my odometer

But when you’re on the road and just listening to music, seeing cornfield after cornfield turn into snow turn into rain turn into the desert, you just have an amazing amount of time with your thoughts all swirling around in your head, loop-de-looping in your brain.

I’m glad I didn’t need to follow a map; instead, I just convoyed with my friends Justin Shady and Kathy Bryja + the fab Mr. Fabulous, who were moving to LA. It helped give me a focus, plus Kathy learned to drive stick (fast learner) and helped me out during the moments I got really sleepy. Here was my view for most of the trip:

My view for most of the trip (a Budget van and KB's car towed behind it)

9.  0%

I’m not very good at being with other people, and I always have to apologize for that; it’s like something in me is locked into alone mode. Sometimes, though, I get lucky and do the right thing at the right time, and just live in that moment.

Shadow, light

10. Going to the Philippines
coconuts
When in doubt, go home. Best idea I ever had.

xoxo,

siargao inn


Law Office Computing Fun!

When I was an associate editor at Law Office Computing Magazine in Costa Mesa, I was so bored I would come in at 10 a.m., google dinosaur photos and draw silly hats on them on MS Paint. Here is a photo I found from that dark period in my life.


Martha Wainwright @ The Pabst

Here’s a Martha Wainwright review I wrote for Fan-Belt Milwaukee:
Martha Wainwright

I’m not going to lie: Martha Wainwright and not headliner KT Tunstall was the reason I went to the Pabst for the second night in a row. I’ve been in love with her voice, her impassioned delivery and her obscenity-laced confessional songs since her self-titled album was first played on my iPod three years ago. I always dreamt of seeing her live, wondering how she would compare to her melodramatic brother Rufus, her funny actor-dad Loudon III and her mother Kate McGarrigle, both folksingers. I would watch videos of her on YouTube on repeat constantly.

I haven’t had a chance to digest songs from Wainwright’s latest release, “I Know You’re Married But I’ve Got Feelings Too.” All I knew was that there was more instrumentation on those songs than the eponymous record. But I knew she wouldn’t disappoint on Friday night.

Armed with just a guitar, and dressed in simple blouse and short skirt, Wainwright literally kicked up a storm with her raspy voice –alone.

“I inherited it from my father,” she said, of the rhythmic, syncopated stomping she would use to accompany her songs. Apparently, amazing live performances are genetic — and Wainwright does her family proud. She played oldies like “Factory” and closed with a rushed version of “Bloody Motherfucking Asshole” (I think maybe because the show was all-ages, and it seemed she was slightly uncomfortable singing it.) But there were also renditions of “Bleeding All Over You” and “Jesus and Mary” — stripped down, unproduced and beautiful.

I was fully prepared to leave the theater by 9 p.m., but tiny KT Tunstall, ultra-charming in a ponytail, a silver, glittery tank top and a Scottish accent, knocked the wind out of me. I didn’t know any of her songs except for “Suddenly I See,” made famous in the movie The Devil Wears Prada. I figured it was all going to be poppy schmaltz. Instead, Tunstall hit the crowd over and over again with ballsy rock and roll, never once losing the crowd, and getting everyone to their feet dancing more than once.
KT Tunstall
Martha Wainwright’s Web site
KT Tunstall’s Web site


Bon Iver @ The Pabst Theater

Here’s a Bon Iver review I wrote for Fan-Belt Milwaukee:

Actually, I’m kinda miffed that I had to share Justin Vernon with 100x more people than the last time I saw him. A bunch of people braved the zero-degree weather in January to watch that Mad Planet show, which was also sold-out.

Back then, Bon Iver definitely was just Justin Vernon’s nom-de plume, and his backup musicians were only there to help him along. It was a sparse, lonesome and starkly beautiful performance. I remember the bottom of my stomach falling out, and then listening to his album — written up north after a bad break-up — the rest of that desolate winter.

But last week, at The Pabst, that Bon Iver performance was a whole different band. The performance was warm, joyous, and suffused everyone with a golden glow that they took home.

I’d read interviews where Vernon said Bon Iver has solidified into a real band now, with its members contributing equally to the songwriting and performances, and it showed. On the songs, from For Emma, Forever Ago, song parts that used to be silent were filled with bouncing percussion and deftly-woven harmonies. There were steady bass parts holding up the melodies; there was energy and strength behind the songs of heartbreak and pain.

Of course, there were some parts that faltered — a Talk Talk cover made me feel like dozing off, and “Lump Sum” had some prog-rock bits that seemed forced, like unecessary jam band noodling.

The Pabst crowd was great for the most part, except when buffoons would yell out random things during the songs, which I hate. I also don’t get the audience participation for Bon Iver songs because they’re terribly sad, but in this instance, they worked.

But those were tiny glitches in a beautiful night, which included a cameo by Collections of Colonies of Bees’ Jon Mueller on drums, and was capped by a cover of “Lovin’s For Fools” by Sarah Siskind.


Lollapalooza, 2008

This was a review I wrote for the JS, but wasn’t printed. :(

Un-frickin-believable lineup aside, four things aptly summed up this year’s Lollapalooza: Obama rumors, Radiohead hangovers, onstage parties and hipster headbands.

radiohead at lollapalooza

radiohead at lollapalooza



Whoever planned this year’s Lollapalooza lineup was pure genius: it was the best collection of old and new acts, cult favorites and up-and-comers of 2008. Everyone was there for Radiohead, of course. But there was also Rage Against the Machine! And Nine Inch Nails! And Kanye West, playing his hometown! Any of those acts probably could’ve sold out the 75,000-capacity Grant park this weekend. All together? It was a three-day, eight-stage, non-stop barrage of great music.

There isn’t enough space to namedrop every single Lollapalooza artist mirrored in every self-respecting music snob’s iPod. The best part? The organizers did justice to this ne plus ultra of festival rosters.

Each of the eight stages seemed like they were mind-melded by the great DJ in the Sky. For example, on Friday, the north side of the park had Duffy, followed by the Black Keys, Cat Power, then the Raconteurs. Bloc Party preceded Radiohead. Saturday, the south side of the park had Spank Rock, Jamie Lidell, Lupe Fiasco, and then Rage Against the Machine. On Sunday, it was Girl Talk, Gnarls Barkley, Mark Ronson then Kanye. Everything made sense sonically, like a perfect mix tape. Each set was deliciously planned — to the minute — and always on time, especially important at alternating stages.

So yes, rumors of Obama showing up were everywhere. First we heard he was supposed to go onstage with Wilco on Saturday. When that didn’t happen, everyone assumed he would introduce the other Chi-town local, Kanye West. Even without his actual stage presence, Obama was everywhere — on concert goers’ t-shirts, stickers and pins.

Likewise, it seemed that each band who took to the stage gave props to Radiohead. Gnarls Barkley covered “Reckoner.” Mark Ronson performed “Just” with Alex Greenwald of Phantom Planet. The Foals’ drummer was wearing an “In Rainbows” shirt while they performed. Everyone was in love with Friday night’s headliner, with good cause.

About 75,000 people stood, sweaty body by sweaty body, to hear Thom Yorke croon into the mic and flail his arms around. Radiohead is one band that everyone feels intensely personal about, so witnessing the communal mass of people collectively swoon over Radiohead was chilling. Yorke and company seamlessly wove in every song from “In Rainbows,” their latest release, with classics such as “Fake Plastic Trees,” “2+2=5,” and “Everything in its Right Place.”

For many, Lollapalooza peaked when Radiohead performed; two days later, audiences were still declaring it “the best show I’ve seen in my life.”

But many Friday acts surpassed expectations: gypsy punks Gogol Bordello wowed the crowd with their gypsy-dance-punk soundtrack, punctuated with cymbals, back up dancers, bass drums, accordions and electric violins. Brazilian electroclash group CSS burst onto the stage in full fruity flavor; lead singer Lovefoxxx wore a red catsuit lined with a garland of fake flowers, propelling her Apple-commercial boosted fanbase into a writhing, dancing frenzy.

Saturday had the British dance-pop duo the Ting Tings setting the dancing mood at high noon. Despite the heat, audiences kept on moving — to the Foals, who played an electrifying set, and MGMT. Many fans consider MGMT’s debut the album of the summer, but their performance seemed a bit lackluster. Not that it mattered to the fashion conscious; in the crowd, audiences rocked the MGMT-inspired headbands with impunity.

Of course, Rage Against the Machine was the night’s highlight. Zack de la Rocha spat out nostalgia-inducing songs of the ’90s with the same fervor as he did 10 years ago, but he repeatedly stopped performing to ask the crowd to take care of one another and “take five or six steps back” because audiences were getting hurt from the crowd pushing forward. At one point, someone in the crowd replied by yelling out a famous Rage lyric: “F— you I won’t do what you tell me!”

By Sunday, many of the festival goers were spent. But there was still a lot of dancing going on; indie pop group the Black Kids led to Saul Williams’ punk rock set, which segued seamlessly into Mark Ronson’s guest-filled extravaganza. Rhymefest, Candy Cane and Phantom Planet were all onstage with Ronson right before Kanye West’s resplendent light show lit up the stage exactly at 8:30 p.m.

Ironically, of all the weekend’s performances, the hip-hop artist and Chicago homeboy’s was the most emotional. He sang odes to Chicago (“Homecoming”) and his mother (a cover of Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’,”), while audiences alternately danced and teared up. By the time he closed with an ecstatic version of “Stronger,” Chicago’s party people were sated — both by the amazing music of the weekend and hometown love from Kanye West.