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i drove up to san francisco two and a half weeks ago, and while there, mikey, thea and i accidentally started a band called little spoon or no spoon. since last friday, we have played a show (at thea's flat), recorded, mixed, mastered (in mikey's basement) and packaged a ten minute, three song single entitled "D, because you're heaven sent" (as well as accidentally finding a sick bass player, SF state freshman and LA youngin nick lampone). you can hear it here and if you want a hard copy just let me know, they're $2. i'm driving back to LA tomorrow to get my equipment but after that, while i fend off reality for a while longer i'm going to stay in the bay through september most likely, possibly longer if we can really get on the ball about playing out actively. i need to find a job and a place to live but at the very least i'll be crashing at "the clubhouse" at mikey's apartment until those things are figured out so it'll be cool. it's definitely the band i've wanted to be in for awhile. i'm stoked. that's about all
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| "i'm glad i'm far away from there" |
[04 Sep 2005|05:34pm] |
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i am at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) apprendere's house in san francisco at the moment; been up here in the bay for about a week visiting with friends and trying to stay calm amidst the ongoing news of our country's -- specifically the gulf coast region's -- hasty ascent to hell in a 10'-deep, structurally damaged handbasket. there's not a whole lot else to say about the great n'awlins flood of 2K5 that hasn't already been said, but having lived in that very bastion of crooked sidewalks, all-night watering holes and southern hospitality the last few months, working on a film shoot, completely falling smitten with the place and meeting scores of the most creative, good-hearted and soulful people i've encountered anywhere, my every action nowadays is carried out with a heavy heart and a new feeling of apathy and triviality it never had before. without mincing words, this is a national crisis unparalleled by anything that has ever occurred in our lifetime and so much of the aftermath -- not just the disgracefully inefficient/insuficient governmental response, but also the general apathy of the unaffected/apolitical/straight up oblivious majority of our surrounding populace -- has made me physically angry for the last several days. i've become a total news junkie as of late not because i want to, but because it seems irresponsible not to be and i feel awful for bumming everyone out, it's just hard as i watch a place that i haven't known long but that i've already felt indebted to, completely self destruct with no promise for recovery promised to its innocent, devastated people. once a legendary american city, now a diseased, submerged, post-apocalyptic urban graveyard.
i'm going to be in a california holding pattern for a while, feel free to get ahold of me if you feel so inclined.
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| gfhjkl;dcfghjkl;.... fucking people |
[02 Jul 2005|11:45am] |
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this is so disturbing and upsetting
apparently michael dahlquist, the drummer of silkworm who looked like a mountain man version of jonathan richman and pounded the skins like a roughneck keith moon, was killed along with three coworkers in chicagoland yesterday when a 23-year-old woman, a struggling model, decided to find it fit to attempt suicide by driving 70 miles an hour in a residential neighborhood, yakking on her cell phone and deliberately slamming her car into the stationary honda civic where dahlquist and two friends/coworkers -- both of whom also sound like kids who contributed in no small part to the chicago indie scene and were respected/beloved by many -- were waiting at a red light, en route back to work after lunch.
she walked away from the scene literally with a few cuts and bruises.
i googled the murderer's name, and this is the only result that came up.
because of that selfish fucking cunt, who probably was distressed because someone once called her fat or some shit, a favorite band of mine -- and the inexplicably small number of people in the know about skwm's massive, consistent and universally rocking discography -- is not only officially over, but the lives of many selfless, honest, creative people (many of whom are probably in or involved with bands a lot of you guys dig) are in ruins with little rationalizing of the situation possible. i remember a few years ago a friend of a friend on his way back from a weekend trip was, while on the highway, greeted by the THUD of a suicidal woman jumping from a bridge and landing on his, of all cars to land on. luckily, he was unhurt (she was successful) but the bottom line is that this is all true testament to the notion that if you're going to kill yourself, fucking lock yourself in a room with an oven, a shotgun or some drano and don't get anywhere the fuck near any other human beings who like, in this case, don't know you and have absolutely fuck all to do with you or your problems. it makes me sick to my stomach and i hope they lock her in that proverbial room for the rest of her fucking life, but with none of the aformentioned suicide aids. on second thought, maybe they should throw a turntable and some silkworm records in there and force her to listen to them all till she graps the full gravity of what she did.
a eulogy for the now-defunct 'worm: silkworm was a band that, despite being on both matador and touch and go at various times and touring with big 90s indie heavy hitters, never really got their due. by the time their last few records came out, practically every reviewer would point this fact out and wonder about it... they were a band whose niche was its inexplicable lack of success despite having all the pieces in place. maybe they weren't good looking enough, maybe they were too old. but despite this lack of commercial prosperity, the band kept trucking on, bringing the rugged pioneer country rock'n'roll (either 2/3 or 100% of the band hailed from my favorite obscure northwest town, missoula montana), and their later albums were some of their best -- "lifestyle" i think could be considered their mission statement, their "white album," "italian platinum" brought to the table new wave keyboards and drunk, home-on-the-range stylings, and the last one "it'll be cool" almost had something of a crazy horse feel to it. but everytime i saw them, which was many (my foremost memory of mr. dahlquist was seeing skwm open for mission of burma at the el rey in 2002 and watching him hit so hard that his kit migrated halfway across the stage during the first song, as he was left to do little else but smile sheepishly before mike watt's drummer graciously brought him a brick to hold it down) there were never more than about 50 people there, and those 50 people in each city were probably the only ones who bought the albums. i hope that if there is any silver lining whatsoever to this tragedy, it could be that some more people will go into the vault and check out jams like "there's a party in warsaw tonight," "wet firecracker" and "into the woods" only then learning what they were missing out on, what we all knew about all along, and what has now been seized from everyone thanks to a depressed, struggling model driving around, talking on her cell phone, and ending three lives while harming countless more as she brought her own pathetic issues out into the real world.
FUCK THAT.
my condolences go out to everyone involved
goddamn the circumstance that brought me here and goddamn you, my friend
go into the woods and live with the bears, that way you can kill someone and nobody cares
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listening to this is making me bummed out that i'm not in this band.
can someone please help me make sense of this assignment:
"Put your thoughts into a context of international politics built around Power, the Nation-State, Sovereignty, International Law, Security -- National and Human -- Prosperity, and Justice, and all of the Paradoxes that international politics contains. The Cosmocrats and the Millenials are maturing in a world dominated by Westphalian International Politics. In the first part of your researched essay, identify and explain the contrasts between International Politics and the approaches of Cosmocrats and Millenials to living! Assess how Cosmocrats and Millenials will react to Westphalian International Power Politics! Predict what they will do about it! What might be the results of the penetration of Cosmocrats and Millenials into International Politics?"
ugh, finals, worst.
going home on sunday the 19th, though. sweet.
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| mission of bummer |
[28 Apr 2004|03:26am] |
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i know it's been all too long. and since it's come to me doing anything and everything possible to avoid studying for my completely useless "newsgathering" final, here i am, livejournalling it up. this after i've already spent most of my evening either sitting around at the supposed secret mission of burma show that was rumored to be happening in cambridge tonight (instead, all we got for our $12 was this), having a so-called study session over in the land before time that they like to call west campus, and catching up with dear friends past on the telephone, discussing such important matters as broken faces and internet potshots. it's been a glorious past few days, between the dodgers shutting out the hated giants and the sox shutting out the hated yankees in the same day, sharing a gravel floor in brighton with a pair of my favorite bands in the vicinity, and spending a lot of time with someone awfully neat. and get this: tomorrow's the last day of my first year of college, though i still have a ton of work standing in my way. homehomehome on the seventh of may. i guess that's about all for now.
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| JENKINSGATE! etc. |
[02 Feb 2004|07:44am] |
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ah, so i've been back at school (or as meaghan would call it, CCCCOOOOLLLLEEEEGGGGGEEEEE!!!) for a little over two weeks now and shit's off the chain. i migrated from the west campus boonies to a spacious single right in the middle of things and the difference has been astounding. moving over here has allowed me to spend ample time alongside my good friends (and to indulge my laziness to a sickening degree), my classes/teachers are all for the most part great, and i'm just totally a whole lot happier, more relaxed and less stressed out than i ever was last semester. the past week consisted of way too much inebriation (a few key moments include: blacking out after two 40s of 211 [alcohol content: 8.2%] on tuesday yet somehow still remembering the capital of the united arab emirates, a celebratory shaving of my gnarly abe lincoln beard on thursday, and losing my balance and almost falling on SNL's rachel dratsch [sp?] at the les savy fav show on friday) and other hilarity mostly involving myself and my cronies messrs. bernardi, boissonneau [sp?] and hsu. the radio show has been awesome; davidich and i are getting along great as usual, the tunes are swingin' and the early morning loopiness is at an all time high, just the way i like it (we just got back from a spectacular post-show breakfast down at the south street diner and vidich is passed out comfortably on the couch out in the common room). on top of all this i've rekindled my musical spirit along with the esteemed mr. matt sisto, the brothers potrykus, and my fellow armenian brother mike bedrosian in our heretofore untitled indie rock juggernaut (our first recording with me on it can be heard here). we wrote a very antarctica/mogwai/godspeed-ish song this past saturday and playing it is definitely taking me back to my favorite moments of the anchors days. we're playing our first show at wheaton college for allaboutrecords fest on 2/21, some other very intriguing things are on the horizon, and i'm pretty sure we're going to road trip it this summer. i'm just excited and grateful to have gotten together with such a neat, eclectic bunch of characters and i can't even explain how glad i am to be rocking out again. so i guess this is just a quick note to let all of you folks out there in livejournal-land that happen to care that things are finally looking up around these parts. here's hoping the good times continue. i need to go catch some zzz's before class at one though, so farewell for now.
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| show tonight, 7/21!! |
[21 Jul 2003|02:06pm] |
carissa's wierd (from seattle) | 8 pm
anchors for architects | 9 pm
things explode | 10 pm
alterknit lounge @ knitting factory
7021 hollywood blvd. (at sycamore)
all ages | $7 | doors at 7:30
it'd be much appreciated if anyone reading this might be able to come out to this. if you haven't heard them, carissa's wierd are a band from seattle that plays beautiful, extremely sad music in the tradition of bands like low and red house painters. things explode have a sort of garage-y, remotely pavement-y sound about them. finally i play guitar in the band anchors for architects...we are a five-piece with a violin that plays slow and pretty stuff with sporadic lapses into atonal noise. this is our last show before we go on tour for almost a month so if you've got nothing else to do this evening, come on out.
xo
charlie
p.s. we have an unmastered mp3 from our forthcoming album here, if you're curious.
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