The Finches / The Mantles / Palms

Sticking to the facts: The Finches off shoot to L.A. for love. The Finches become Palms. Meanwhile, I stop posting on Popsheep - not that I have been uninspired by music. Quite the contrary; I bought three Pwrfl Power CDs, Jehova's Fitness (recorder of the best Answering Machine music of all time) released a new album, Rafter's Sex Death Cassette finally found my hands. Consequently the realistic pace of the music writing should have had at least three entries in the last six weeks. But what did it take to break my internet apathy? Carolyn Pennypacker Riggs, I suppose. She played on Mother's Day and, since I'm getting a little bit older and more boring with every day, I recorded her half empty halls set.

The final song was Carloyn backed up by 80's 60's og/cavestomp revivalists The Mantles.

The Finches/The Mantles/Palms - Goodbye (Live at the Che Cafe)

Perhaps this internet website will become a glut of live performances from the Che Cafe, 2008-2011?

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen, especially the ladies" - Wolfboy, 2000

Ladybird - Forgot How to Roar

Ladybird - West Coast

Ladybird are making their way up the west coast of the US right now. Perhaps you can help them book a show?

Ladybird Touring

"Everyone Welcome. All Ages. Dancing lessons, your 10 favorite beers, theme? Join books and wildflowers, scenic routes and piston. Where is the candid? A shot so slung and lonely. Ladybird Ladybird Ladybird."

Old and Getting Older

In my attempt to describe the ideal band, the perfect musical career, the ultimate mix of passion, do-it yourself and day job honor courage and commitment, I found out that Lance Hahn was robbed of at least another 30 years of perfect punk rock output.

Terry Jacks - It's Been There From the Start


It is natural to yearn for home//There are many homes.

Still A Genius

Photo courtesy of the wonderful & talented Michelle Mayne.

That Nick Krgovich is a creative genius isn't news. But when it looked like P:ano was winding down, I wondered what he'd get into next and if he'd be able continue putting out such amazing records. Slow jams, sung in a white-boy soul falsetto devoted to the films of Douglas Sirk was a bit of a surprise, but the fact that it's so good isn't.

No Kids - A Bluster In The Air

As I see it, this is his best work to date. No Kids is 3/4 of P:ano and a bunch of other Vancouver musicians and the album is fantastic. I can't wait to see them live.

Bonus: this is him jamming with Phil Elvrum (of Microphones/Mt Eerie fame).

Phil Elvrum & Nick Krgovich - Whatcha Doin'

I hear they recorded this while wearing matching rolled-up white pants and flip flops. It can be found on the stellar compilation, David Shrigley's Worried Noodles, which (along with the No Kids' album "Come Into My House") is out now on TomLab now.

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Ok, for the first time in a long time I'm kinda freaking out about a band. They are called HedgeHog and they are touring in the US in April. They asked for a show at the Che. I can't read about them. I can't order their CD. By randomly clicking on their website I managed to download a track (I clicked on 的最新博客条目 [订阅这个博客]). Who cares if they have to submit their lyrics to the government?

Hedgehog - ?????[]??]]?[]

more songs: HedgeHog at Myspace.cn

For Andrea:

Because she asked, a somewhat complete documentation of The Boss and The Bandits 7" single.

Side a: Stranded in The Park
Side b: Born in North Van






Perhaps my problem is that no one takes me seriously. However, Stranded in the Park moves me more than any original sweat-rock/heartland of America song while Born in North Van's every line brings my mind to a place of "no one told me": joy, nostalgia, faux-nostalgia, regret, sadness and hope.

"go home and post some talking on your blogs"

your luck's gonna change real soon.
Quintron on Mobile Floats

Ride On

The overwhelming, suffocating, massive glut of bandwidth has forced me into the bleakest of landscapes. I am adding to it - a speck of ash [ x ] and a single blade of yellowed, trampled grass [ x ].

My favourite song from many years ago:
Something - Call And Response

A future fit for me:
L'Enfant Assassin des Mouches - Jean-Claude Vanier

Proof beyond proof of the main conflicting forces in my life: As a concept becomes more abstract, reaching an understanding of it is strained and obscured. However, in pursuit of the greater understanding, it is beneficial to generalize all problems to a single framework. As a result, I post this song,
Off the Hook - Y Pants

The Continued Realistic Pace of this Writing.

A message of encouragement: Please put effort into interpretation. However, inspiration only requires excitement at best/attendance at worst.
two thousand and seven, i suppose:


[ x ] [ x ] [ x ]

[ x ] [ x ] [ x ]

[ x ] [ x ] [ x ]

Buffy Sainte-Maire - Can't You See the Way I Love You?

Publicly: Come clean with me. If I have bugged, offended or hurt you in 2007, tell me so we can clear things up. I promise I won't be sore or defensive. Mention this note first...

two thousand and eight, so far:
Lord Beginner - Housewives

Saturday is the new Friday (but you know this!)

When I was in high school and college, Friday night was the social night. Plans were made for later that night, movies opened, girls were asked out day of (less time to be nerve-wracked), the natural inertia of being around people kept me social until late. Now that I'm older and work an office job, Friday night is typically a write-off. I'm just too exhausted to really get it going. Now, a full night's sleep behind me, it's all about Saturday night.

Age has given me an appreciation of Bruce Springsteen, too. When I was younger he just seemed sweaty and raspy and way too patriotic. Now, though, I've begun to feel it.

So how awesome is it that Jason Anderson (ex-Wolf Colonel) rolled the best night of the week and a love of the Boss into a rollicking 3-minute anthem to fun for the older set.

Jason Anderson, "Saturday Night"

"Tonight" is a great album; it's basically the sound of good times. A little too Springsteen-y? Maybe, but this knockoff is way more entertaining than anything Win Butler did this year.

PS - Mark my words: 2008 is the year that the saxophone completes its rock instrumentation comeback.

PPS - This was my Plan B.

Stretch mic across stage to 'make a line'

This is a perfect band. I have been thinking a lot about 1996 and have been markov stepping through records/CDs looking for something related to the year in any way. I felt a connection to Plover and I wanted to bond over the internet with Maxime. However, while sawing open a coconut, I suddenly realized that a quasi-random search was useless. A simple analysis, although possibly incomplete, would at least lead me to the vicinity of 1996 ideas. So what could I possibly share with Maxime via music from 1996? Well, frustration, anger, joy and the desire for carelessness might be a start. I don't want to speak for Maxime - he may only relate to certain elements of 1996 music - but I'm pretty sure we both feel the boundless love. Perhaps a nod to flippant disregard set by guidelines of mutual respect. I could go on, but eventually The Feelings broke surface and reminded me of the perfect band, the now/me band, the band that is the way I feel - mixed up and thankful, reckless and embarrassed, so in love and so mad at love.

What do The Feelings say?
"The men of passion, we men of passion make this music. Our names are small cherished promenades and dreamy maps, they"

The Feelings - Blowin' My Mind Like A Summer Breeze

Equal Hidden Parts or Boundary Conditions

Here is some more focus::::

Foot Village - Where Ever the Fuck Arnold Schwarzenegger's From
The focus is on the facts: Foot Village are from LA. Foot Village play drums and sing. Foot Village are maybe more enthusiasm than anything else. A perfect future born from a flawed past? It sounds reasonable, but how do you deal with continuity, first derivative continuity, 2nd derivative continuity and so on?

You don't die of it.

Has your naivety been harshly taken advantage of? The loyalty of a dog can be easily fooled. Is this because a dog is stupider than a man, or simply more naive?

"...the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk."

My best year was 1998. Maxime's is 1996. Maxime has a beautiful child. Maxime discovered this song, from 1996:

Plover - Earplug

See the song
Plover - Earplug

Anyone can ask for help or fish for complements. Anyone can lunch by themselves AND anyone can make mistakes, repeatedly, continuously, with grace and loyalty. However, any reaction is an overreaction in a void. The void is a mirror. I see my face in the void, etc, etc, etc...

American Thanksgiving: Act I

Memories are stones shifting under each step

In a little while, it will be completely acceptable to be completely beaten down by life. I too, will reissue compilations of rare records. I will passively and indifferently accomplish small things. I will always show up on time (early) and NOT ATTEMPT NEW THINGS. Yet, the quality of job will always be recognized, while taking into consideration expense and effort. Sometimes, it is more sensible to adapt to an off the shelf product, especially when said product is of high quality and low cost. There will be time, but no desire for outrage or edge. Sensible colours will be allowed. Only natural materials will be appreciated, with the exceptions of extremely waterproof yet breathable fabrics and extremely durable plastics. 'Not being hard on your stuff' is not only an aesthetic, but also a goal and meaning. I will slowly narrow in on Guy Blackman watching and waiting patiently, without depression, heartache nor expectation.


Guy Blackman - Gayle

Guy Blackman - Act Like You Don't