one day, maybe tuesday

We were all a bit shaken up here at the beach after m-80's tragic accident, and have certainly neglected our sworn duties to keep you up to date with goings ons and such. But after resigning ourselves to the fact that you shouldn't play with fireworks at the beach anyway, it's back to business as usual.

It was a busy holiday weekend, starting with a great turkey feast at the hillside terrace. A hike along mount sanitas, plenty of food, plenty of wine, jacq's nice cards, and an overtime broncos win made for quite the festive thanksgiving. Friday was the last tailgate of the season. Unfortunately CU suffered at the hands of Nebraska for an embarrasing loss. In a much more exciting game to watch (on the tele), ISU lost to kansas on saturday, so Cu still goes to the Big VII championship game against texas, where they will likely have their asses handed to them much like last year when they played against #2 oklahoma. But then again, it could be a huge upset like in 2001. We'll see.

Saturday brought the return of trey anastasio and his 70 volt parade, this time to the fillmore. We Q'ed out at robert's before hand, and met up with a good portion of the west coast acton contingent at the show. Horns were brought back into the fold on several tracks, courtesy of the lady back-up singers. And once again trey performed solo acoustic phish songs during the 'set break', some of which I haven't heard live in what seems like an eternity. Set:

Sneakin' Sally Through The Alley
Push On 'Til The Day
Cayman Review
Air Said To Me
Sweet Dreams Melinda
Simple Twist Up Dave
Dark and Down
Shine >
Mr. Completely
Sample In A Jar
Water In The Sky
Bouncin' Around The Room
Twist >
Limb By Limb
Crosstown Traffic
Money, Love and Change
Tuesday
Spin
Sleep Again
Drifting
Come As Melody
E: I Want To Take You Higher

-spun-

if plasmo came with a wick...

better late than forgotten

Got the first taste of powder up at Copper on saturday. They had 9 fresh inches and it snowed all day. Unfortunately they only had 2 lifts open, so the lines were longer than I would have liked, but I got some solid runs in nonetheless. Later on I hosted folks at my abode to watch the CU game. Luckily robert stepped up and brought another TV over so we could watch the Georgia game without having to flip back and forth. Although the mood was festive, both our teams lost, which leads me to believe the KP Sports Saloon may be jinxed. Somehow about half of us, including myself, ended up at Milo to crash.

Jacq & I kicked off season 3 of the OC game the night before with a triple header. We had some serious catching up to do. Apparently, in last weeks ep, marissa had a boob slip. Not surprisingly, I don't remember seeing it, as I can't seem to recall most of that last ep. Praise be to allah for plot recaps at the beginning of every new episode. When kerr got back, we watched the Trey dvd from red rocks. Unfortunately the close up shots of us in the crowd didn't make the final cut, but you do get to see what was essentially my birthday party this year. And in keeping with the theme of entertainment overkill, we capped off the night watching Trey perform on Letterman.

Some acton buddies we hadn't seen in forever had us over for dinner sunday night. We ate heartily and drank merrily whilst catching up on the last ten years or so. A nice end to a busy weekend.

So far as last weekend goes, it started out innocently enough as I travelled to denver friday to christen devin & kim's new abode with a bottle of bubbly, proceeded to sushi & saki, meandered to pool, ended with beavis & butthead reruns (on mtv2, which interestingly enough was the only channel that came in with the cable not yet hooked up) and a bottle of pitron that tim & I were forced to do shots of, since there was narry a mixer in sight.

I had to wake up early and zip back to boulder for the CU game which was at 1.30, so that meant tailgating commenced several hours earlier. It was bitter cold and I jettisoned (we had a sizeable lead) at half time, feeling a bit under the weather. It seems the night before was beginnging to play catch up. On my walk home, I was joined by the bob ukahed redslim and crew. I rested up sunday, and was feelin' fine for the week ahead, which was actually two weeks ago. Got it? OK.

-phew-

plasmo yo

a quickie

I was somewhat unmotivated to do my reviews this week, but I'll leave you with one for the weekend that I've had in my heavy rotation:

the voices - s/t: Distortion + tremelo + reverb + dreamy vocals = shoegazey goodness a la spiritualized, slowdive, and MBV.

More info with a clicky.

fly by night

Boeing announced another round of layoffs yesterday at their Kansas facility. It seems they are merely keeping with the times based on recent scientific setbacks in the state. Anaylists now predict that the regional plants will begin to rely more heavily on god to manufacture and fly their planes.

-mucho devo-

pay no

The fact that Elijah Wood has been chosen to star in an upcoming tv biopic of punk luminary, Iggy Pop, just encourages the following list of wisecracks:

1. iggy baggins
2. frodo pop
3. lust for shire
4. search and destroy the ring

-mind-

friday's far out sounds of the day

Cult Cargo - Belize City Boil Up.

The hell fuck yeah!

broken social show

Decided to check out the Broken Social Scene show tuesday night because I was very curious to disect their wall of harmonic fuzz. Figured I'd roll tape as well but I was shut down, after setting everything up of course. I was a bit miffed at this point, but remedied the situation by returning with my stealthy recording gear which I attached underneath a table. I'm always surprised at how well that little guy winds up capturing audio in a pinch.

The rotating 12 piece put on a great show. At times we had two drummers, two bassists, a violinist, plenty of horns, and perhaps the best use of four simaltainious guitarists since ministry ravaged lollapalooza over a decade ago. Female vocal duties were split between Feist and Metric, both of which merely moonlight in BSS having released proper, albight mediocre, solo discs. Just like some people pick between John & Paul, I'd have to say I prefer the much more vocally understated, yet eerily powerful Metric. I was a bit turned off by Feist, mainly due to her banter riddled opening set.



I'll post the show somewhere soon, but in the meantime here's the setlist:

'horn intro'
handjobs for the holidays
KC accidental
cause=time
fire eye'd boy
major label debut (slow)
stars and sons
ibi dreams of pavement (a better day)
anthems for a seventeen year old girl
7/4 (shoreline)
almost crimes
?
hotel
bandwitch
lovers' spit
superconnected
still your fag

-see & be scene-

four reviews

holly go-lightly - My First Holly Go-Lightly Album: The irony here is that this is indeed my first Holly Go-lightly album. She could easily front the band plaing in the background of any given Taratino film, in so much as she is somewhat of a modern day Nancy Sinatra-esque type figure. This is the music playing in the diner scene set in the southwestern desert from that cool indie film you just saw at Sundance.

nirvana - Sliver, Best of the Box: Would have been great if it came out 10 years ago. But a bunch of poorly recorded demos & alternate versions of songs is pretty unnecessary. As the title suggests, this is an abridged of the 3 disc debaucle that came out last year, but also includes 3 additional unearthed tracks. Someone needs to fuel their drug habit, or more hopefully, pay for francis bean's impending college education. Let it go, man.

babyshambles - Down in Albion: Releasing a track entitled 'fuck forever' as the first single kind of sums up Pete Doherty's self-destructive raison d'etre. With a girlfriend as infamous as Kate Moss at your side, what else would you want to do? The fact that it will never be played on the radio is either a clever stunt or he really just doesn't care. More than likely it's both. This isn't nearly as horrible as I thought it would be, coming from the embodiment of a drunk crack head wreck of a man. Not surprisingly, it sounds a lot like his former band, the Libertines, who wear their Clash influences proudly on both sleeves.

fiery furnaces - Rehearsing My Choir: This album is narrated by one of their grandmothers, which makes this usually just annoying band bereft of anything remotely resembling redeeming .

scary monsters super creeps

Didn't get any trick-or-treaters last night, as expected, but did, however, wind up at a pretty crazy halloween party on saturday. The night began at jenn's, then we revelled away at the 9th Door until we inadvertenly wore out our welcome. From there, we embarked on a short journey to an unused restaurant/bar type place that was host to an extremely festive event with plenty of free booze and fantastic costumes. Couldn't find a cab to save our souls, so we trudged it back to the Post and called it a night.



-start carvin-