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Hi and goodbye December 30, 2007

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My dad snapped this picture of me at Vail on Dec. 28, our last day of skiing for 2007. As you can see, it was a glorious day.

A musical gauntlet, of sorts December 26, 2007

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Merry Christmas from Vail! On this holiday, I humbly offer the latest in my series of extremely tardy show reports…

After my latest jaunt to the West Coast and before my family’s annual Christmas week ski trip to Colorado, I set up a concert endurance test for myself. A week’s worth of shows, to be exact. I hadn’t planned it that way, but before I knew it, there I was with tickets to seven shows in seven days.

I almost made it.

Actually I did make it to seven concerts in seven days, but I have to admit that I got lazy and didn’t trek out to Hoboken for my first planned show of the week (which also happened to be the seventh of eight Hanukkah shows by Yo La Tengo). Those shows have become known almost as much for who shows up to play with Yo La Tengo as the band’s own performance — as one of my favorite music writers, Rob Harvilla of the Village Voice wrote in his entertaining account of this year’s Hanukkah shows, “The night before you showed up, the Jackson 5 reunited onstage and covered The Dark Side of the Moon in its entirety! You totally missed it!” — so I should have known that skipping out on the show would probably mean missing something good. And as I later found out, the New Pornographers sans Neko Case and Dan Bejar opened the show and Roy Loney of the Flamin’ Groovies was among the special guests that night.

I would have been more annoyed at missing that had I not made it to the New Pornographers’ free in-store the following night at the Apple Store in SoHo. Neko did make an appearance this time, and I was fortunate to snag one of the 90 or so seats in the small theater. Probably no more than 200 people made it in, so it was definitely an intimate set. They mostly played stuff off Challengers, as expected, but we did get a rocking cover of ELO’s “Don’t Bring Me Down” that sounded great with the NP’s boy-girl harmonies. And I was glad to see Neko, who had been absent when I saw the band in Dublin a few weeks earlier.

After the in-store, I hustled over to Hoboken to catch YLT’s eighth and final Hanukkah show of the year. I missed opener New Times Viking, a recent Matador signee with a promising record due out next year from what I understand. I did make it in time to hear (though not see, since I was by the bar in the back), David Cross do a pretty funny routine as the rabbi of YLT leader Ira Kaplan. Finally it was time for YLT, a band I’ve caught glimpses of at festivals and tribute shows but whose music I’m embarrased to admit I don’t really know that well. Because of that — not to mention that I couldn’t really see the band from my usual perspective — I couldn’t say whether this show was exceptional, fair or middling. This I know: There were two really long, almost-psychedelic numbers that bookended the set. And the rest showed the kind of versatility that I love in other bands. During the encore, Howard Kaylan of 1960s psych band The Turtles came out and sang a few songs and helped YLT closed out its Hanukkah run with some good, old-fashioned garage rock.

The next night, I went from garage rock to classic rock as I headed way uptown to the United Palace to catch the first show of Neil Young’s six-night New York run. To my surprise, I found a chaotic scene outside the theater when I arrived. Apparently there was some sort of minor fire code violation that the organizers were still trying to remedy at show time, so thousands of people were just sort of milling around outside. There was some question as to whether the show would even go on. But after about 30 to 40 minutes, we were all finally let in. Young’s wife, Pegi, who was supposed to open the show, stepped aside and it wasn’t too long before the man himself took the stage. The format of this tour for the Chrome Dreams II album was a solo acoustic set, followed by a mostly electric set with a band. Neil cracked a couple of jokes about the pre-show confusion during his acoustic set, which I surprisingly enjoyed more than the electric one. Of course, it was great to hear classics like “Cinnamon Girl” and “Like A Hurricane,” but I had forgotten what wonders Mr. Young can work with just his voice, an acoustic guitar and a harmonica.

As much as I enjoyed Neil, I wound up selling my ticket for the following night’s show and tracking down a ticket to see Margot and the Nuclear So and So’s show at Mercury Lounge. I had wanted to go to the show all along, but hadn’t bought an advance ticket because I already had a ticket for Neil and didn’t expect the Margot show to sell out. But thank God for Craigslist, right? Anyway, I loved Margot’s 2006 debut record The Dust of Retreat and wanted to see what the Indiana band was up to. I don’t know what it is, but their brand of sad, almost haunting pop struck a chord with me. So it was a pleasure to hear a lot of familiar songs, but also a handful of new ones. I can’t really say the new songs sounded a whole lot like the older ones. I don’t know what they sounded like exactly, but I definitely left wanting to hear them again.

It was back to classic rock again the next night when I went to see Ian Hunter at the Music Hall of Williamsburg in Brooklyn. It was my first time at the club formerly known as Northsix, which was taken over by the people who promote shows under “The Bowery Presents” banner. After a renovation, the club reopened as the Music Hall and I was struck by just how much it resembled the Bowery Ballroom. You enter into a downstairs bar area very similar to the Bowery and then go upstairs into the music space. There’s also a U-shaped balcony area with tables like at Bowery. Even the stage area looked like a reasonable facsimile of the Bowery’s. I hadn’t seen Hunter before, but had long wanted to knowing his influence on Jeff Tweedy, who has covered a couple of Hunter’s songs both solo and in Wilco. I was easily the youngest person in the place, which seemed to be full of aging Mott the Hoople fans, but I didn’t mind. Wearing a striped polo shirt and jeans, a relaxed-looking Hunter played acoustic guitar almost exclusively and left the rocking to his five-piece “Rant Band” (which included guitarist and mandolin player James Mastro of The Health and Happiness Show, who I recognized from several guest appearances with The Jayhawks). I was pleasantly surprised, though probably shouldn’t have been, at the depth of Hunter’s catalog. Obviously I knew hits like “Once Bitten Twice Shy,” but such songs as “Michael Picasso” (about former Mott guitarist Mick Ronson) and “Soul of America” (off his latest Shrunken Heads record) showed that there’s a lot more there than just the old 1970s standbys. Although Hunter, joined by his wife and son on background vocals, did leave us with that classic “All The Young Dudes.” Which is always a good thing in my book.

Following a healthy dose of testosterone, it was nice to shift gears a little the following evening — and see a show in my neck of the woods for a change. That show was Aimee Mann’s Christmas shindig in Tarrytown (or “T-town,” as Aimee jokingly called it). I had seen the show in San Francisco a couple of weeks earlier, so I wasn’t expecting a drastically different structure. And indeed the comedic elements were almost identical, although special guest Ben Lee was a change from the SF show. Early on, Aimee told us that she was “sick as a dog” and had to modify the setlist a bit according to what she could “croak through.” Perhaps as a result, we got to hear a couple of new songs off her next record — “31 Today” and “Little Tornado” — which I hadn’t heard before. There was also a “quiet” rendition of “I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas” with virtually no percussion lest it drown out her weakened voice. Poor Aimee. I obviously felt badly that she was sick, but she was a pro. Despite being “really worried” about the show, I thought she was a little looser than I’ve seen her in the past and that made for a fun night.

A long week of showgoing finally drew to a close with a return trip to the United Palace for the fourth of six Neil Young shows there. For the most part, the set was similar to the one I saw earlier in the week although the acoustic portion does allow for some variety and Neil obliged with “Don’t Let It Bring You Down” and “Old King,” among others. (Part of the variation could also have been due to illness; Neil said he had been battling a head cold.) I was fortunate enough to score killer seats for this show, second row just off center — don’t ask — so naturally I was a bit more invested in the performance than I had been earlier in the week. It was a treat, especially, to watch Neil during the acoustic set. At one point, he put a particularly loud, annoying fan in his place. And when he took a sip from a beer and another crowd member yelled out something to the effect that we the audience couldn’t bring beers into the theater, Neil deadpanned, “We can up here.” Just seeing him up close and the effort he invested in those songs was special. Again, the electric set didn’t blow me away. But I’ll chalk that up as much to the fact that he was playing mostly new material as anything else. My only real disappointments were missing “Out On The Weekend” and “Cortez The Killer,” both of which I saw had been played at other shows. On the flip side, though, we did get a rare second encore in which Neil played “The Sultan,” the first song he ever recorded. It’s an instrumental surf-sounding number that features a gong. Appropriately, a guy dressed up like a sultan came out and handled the gong duties.

One quirk of the Neil shows was that, during the electric set, someone would come over between songs and put a different painting corresponding to the subsequent song on a huge easel at stage left. When I saw the painting for “The Sultan” come out, I knew it was going to mean a special end to a memorable week.

New Pornographers screen

The New Pornographers//12-11-07//Apple Store (SoHo), New York, NY//support: none

All Of The Things That Go To Make Heaven And Earth/Use It/All The Old Showstoppers/Challengers/My Rights Versus Yours/Adventures In Solitude/The Laws Have Changed/Unguided/Sing Me Spanish Techno/Don’t Bring Me Down [Electric Light Orchestra]//e: The Bleeding Heart Show

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Yo La Tengo//12-11-07//Maxwell’s, Hoboken, NJ//support: Times New Viking, David Cross

Night Falls on Hoboken/Eight Day Weekend [actually Seven Day Weekend-Gary "U.S." Bonds]/Double Dare/Cone of Silence/Shadows/The Weakest Part/Mr. Tough/Paul Is Dead/Stockholm Syndrome/I Should Have Known Better/Autumn Sweater/Watch Out For Me, Ronnie/Blue Line Swinger/Love Power (Herb Hartic/Norman Blaoman)//e: [w/Beth Murphy of Times New Viking on keyboards] Hungry Heart [Bruce Springsteen]/[w/Howard Kaylan of The Turtles] ???/One Potato, Two Potato [The Crossfires]/Love Song in the Night [Michael Brown]/Metal Guru [T. Rex]/She’d Rather Be With Me [The Turtles]

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Neil Young//12-12-07//United Palace, New York, NY//support: none

[solo acoustic] From Hank To Hendrix/Ambulance Blues/ Sad Movies/A Man Needs A Maid/No One Seems To Know/Harvest/Journey Through The Past/Mellow My Mind/Love Art Blues/Old Man/Heart Of Gold//[electric band] The Loner/Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere/Dirty Old Man/Spirit Road/Bad Fog Of Loneliness/Winterlong/Oh, Lonesome Me/The Believer/No Hidden Path//e: Cinnamon Girl/Don’t Cry No Tears/Like A Hurricane

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Margot and the Nuclear So and So’s//12-13-07//Mercury Lounge, New York, NY//support: Bridges and Powerlines, The King Left, Le Loup

new song (“carnival”)/new song (“when all the liquor is gone, gone, gone”)/Paper Kitten Nightmare/Vampires In Blue Dresses/new song (“I want to gouge your eyes out”)/On A Freezing Chicago Street/Broadripple Is Burning/Quiet As A Mouse/new song (“this is how you teach someone to drive”)/Skeleton Key/Bookworm//e: A Child’s Crusade On Acid/Barfight Revolution

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Ian Hunter and the Rant Band/12-14-07//Music Hall of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY//support: none

Ballad of Mott/Once Bitten, Twice Shy/Twisted Steel/Knees of My Heart/Wash Us Away/Michael Picasso/Soul of America>/I Wish I Was Your Mother (interlude)>/Shrunken Heads/I’m Gettin’ Nuttin’ For Christmas [Sid Tepper/Roy Bennett]/23A Swan Hill>/Angeline/How’s Your House/All The Way From Memphis/Cleveland Rocks>/We Wish You A Merry Christmas (fragment)//e: Irene Wilde (fragment)>Roll Away The Stone>/Saturday Gigs>/All The Young Dudes

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Aimee Mann’s Second Annual Christmas Show (w/Paul F. Tompkins, Morgan Murphy and Ben Lee)//12-15-07//Tarrytown Music Hall, Tarrytown, NY//support: none

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen (intro)/Jacob Marley’s Chain/new song-31 Today/[movie, pt. 1]/Baby, It’s Cold Outside (duet with PFT)/[PFT on pot smoking]/I’ll Be Home For Christmas/[BL-Numb]/[BL-Surrender]/[movie, pt. 2]/[MM - Hannukah Fairy rap]/Wise Up/The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire)/[BL-Love Me Like The World Is Ending]/[BL-What Would Jay-Z Do]/[movie, pt. 3]/You’re A Mean One Mr. Grinch (duet with PFT)/I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas/new song-Little Tornado/Deathly//e: [ensemble-Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)]

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Neil Young//12-16-07//United Palace, New York, NY//support: Pegi Young

[solo acoustic] From Hank To Hendrix/Ambulance Blues/Sad Movies/A Man Needs A Maid/No One Seems To Know/Try/Harvest/Journey Through The Past/Don’t Let It Bring You Down/Love Art Blues/Old King/Heart Of Gold//[electric band] Mr. Soul/Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere/Dirty Old Man/Spirit Road/Bad Fog Of Loneliness/Winterlong/Oh, Lonesome Me/The Believer/No Hidden Path//e1: Cinnamon Girl/Like A Hurricane//e2: The Sultan

“The Sultan” painting

Half my life December 16, 2007

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From the another-sign-I’m-getting-old department: I was having a conversation the other day with Kris via instant messaging (IM-ing, as the kids say) when somehow the subject of pro wrestling came up. I recounted channel surfing recently and stumbling on the 15th anniversary show of Monday Night Raw. Until I started chatting with Kris, though, it hadn’t occurred to me that, ‘Damn, that show has been on for half my life!’

Then again, I also read somewhere recently that 30 is the new 20. I realize this is hardly a new notion — just do a Google search for “30 new 20,” if you don’t believe me — but it still made me feel a little better. Like I don’t have to have it all figured out yet, or something like that. And maybe that’s actually a good thing.

By the bay December 14, 2007

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Golden Gate Bridge

Considering that I’ve since been to Chicago (for the annual Letters to Santa 24-hour benefit at Second City), Los Angeles (for three shows at Largo, which you can read about here, here and here) and am now back home in White Plains, it seems like forever ago that I spent a wonderful week-plus in San Francisco at the end of November. In fact, it really does feel like so long ago because I’ve been meaning to post this entry for days now. But better late than never, right? Because I would be remiss — and doing a disservice to the generosity of Uyen and Annie, who let me camp out on their couch — if I didn’t briefly recap some of the fun I had while in town:

*Playing Rock Band with U and A and their family on Thanksgiving night in San Jose. U picked me up from the airport and pretty soon I was belting out “Wanted Dead or Alive” by Bon Jovi. I’m not normally that much of a video game guy, but that game is like crack. Other highlights included getting a perfect vocal score for the New Pornographers’ “The Electric Version” and getting through The Sweet’s “Ballroom Blitz.”

*Wandering around the San Francisco branch of Amoeba Records for as long as I wanted. (Granted, Amoeba is pretty much a mandatory destination for me anytime I’m in town, but often there are shows to go to or friends to see, so browsing time is limited. But this time, I enjoyed a pleasant stroll over there through Golden Gate Park and had no other plans. Not having other plans can be dangerous when it comes to Amoeba.)

*Walking what must have been five miles one sunny afternoon, from U and A’s place in the Richmond up into the Presidio, over to the Golden Gate Bridge, along Crissy Field and the Golden Gate Promenade, past the Palace of Fine Arts and the Exploratorium, along Marina, into Fort Mason and finally ending up in North Beach. It was a great way to explore northern edge of the city, and picturesque to boot.

*Discovering the Wave Organ on the aforementioned walk. I had read about it in my guidebook and it sounded kind of neat, but I wasn’t sure if I would be able to find it. But I kept walking on a little penninsula that extends out from the Yacht Harbor, past the Golden Gate Yacht Club and finally I found it looking across the bay to Alcatraz (as pictured below). It’s kind of an art-meets-nature sort of thing, which I won’t attempt to describe, but which you can read more about here. I liked it because I got there just as the sun was setting and there was almost no one else there. It felt like you had discovered a little secret.

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*Having dinner with Tatsu, an old friend from high school who I hadn’t seen in maybe 10 years.

*Having lunch in Berkeley with Stephanie, a friend from grad school who moved out West to be with her boyfriend who’s going to business school at Cal. Of course, I stopped by the Berkeley Amoeba while I was there.

*Sandwiching two of the best seafood meals I’ve had in a long time around a walk through the Mission and the Castro (where I spent a lot of time browsing in a very cool record store, Open Mind Music. First up was lunch with U at Swan Oyster Depot, a legendary San Francisco seafood market where the only seats are at a long counter and you can get an Anchor Steam, a plate of oysters, a seafood cocktail and a Dungeness crab salad which, coincidentally, is exactly what I had. Then for dinner, Annie and I went over to a relatively newly discovered restaurant near their place called PPQ Dungeness Island that serves the most awesome crab prix fixe menu with a whole crab, garlic noodles, spring rolls, Vietnamese-style salad and dessert. (Do yourself a favor and get the spicy crab.)

*Went to another installment of the famed Friday burrito night at the McCormick compound. It wasn’t my first time, but nevertheless I love this tradition!

It’s kind of funny that I only saw two shows while I was there, three if you count Patton Oswalt’s epic Comedians of Comedy show at the Independent on Nov. 30. The first was The Ropes, a New York band whose singer Sharon was an old friend of U’s from their Britpop days. The show was at an awesome little place called the Rickshaw Stop and, while I don’t know the Ropes’ music nearly well enough to provide a setlist of any sort, check them out here. Anyway, we ended up joining them on a late-night trip over to the Palace of Fine Arts where a friend of one of the band members engaged in some pyrotechnics while rest of us tried not to succumb to frostbite. (I’m not kidding about the pyrotechnics, as evidenced by the photo below.)

Pyrotechnics

The other show I caught while I was in town was Aimee Mann’s Christmas variety show, which was highly entertaining. From Aimee’s three-part movie (I know she was in The Big Lebowski, but who knew she was such a good actress?) to Paul F. Tompkins’ bit about why he shouldn’t smoke pot anymore to Morgan Murphy’s rap as the Hanukkah Fairy, there was a little something for everyone. Of course, the music wasn’t half bad either.

San Francisco is a place that I don’t see myself getting tired of anytime soon. Every time I go there — and I’ve been quite a few times now — there seems to be another neighborhood I want to explore or another restaurant I want to try out. Maybe I’d feel differently if I lived there, but on my last day in town this time, I was already jotting down some ideas about things I wanted to do next time. When it comes to places to visit, that’s definitely a good sign.

Aimee Mann’s 2nd Annual Christmas Show (with Paul F. Tompkins, Morgan Murphy, Chuck Prophet and Sean Hayes)//12-2-07//Bimbo’s 365 Club, San Francisco, CA//support: none

Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies/Jacob Marley’s Chain/Calling On Mary/[movie, pt. 1]/Baby, It’s Cold Outside (duet with PFT)/[PFT on pot smoking]/I’ll Be Home For Christmas/[SH-Mary Magdalene]/[SH-A Thousand Tiny Pieces]/[movie, pt. 2]/[MM - Hannukah Fairy rap]/Save Me/Christmastime [duet with CP]/[CP-I'm Bored (Iggy Pop)]/[CP-Hey! Little Child (Alex Chilton)]/[movie, pt. 3]/You’re A Mean One Mr. Grinch (duet with PFT)/I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas/Way Back When/Deathly//e: [ensemble-Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)]

Um, didn’t he die a while ago? December 1, 2007

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You know how there’s some famous people you thought were long dead? That’s what I thought about Evel Knievel. Then I heard he had passed away yesterday at the age of 69. Apparently he had been in pretty bad shape for a while, but hung on until his body finally gave out. The motorcycle daredevil, whose glory days were in the 1970s, was a little bit before my time, but in many ways inspired the Super Dave Osborne character that became pretty popular in the late 1980s and early 1990s as I got old enough to watch and appreciate parodies and that sort of thing.

Anyway, back to Knievel for a second. The main reason that his death had an impact on me is that he was one of the first, maybe the first, pop culture icon I remember. Why? Because of pinball.

Evel Knievel pinball machine

After my family moved to Valparaiso, Ind., when I was around nine, I found myself at the Thupvongs’ house — Dr. Kosin Thupvong was one of my dad’s partners — fairly often because they seemed to host all the get-togethers for the Northwest Indiana Thai community. In their basement, they had an Evel Knievel pinball machine. (For some reason, I remember it being a little different than the one partly pictured above, but I couldn’t find any different versions when I Googled so maybe my memory is failing me. You kind of get the picture either way.) I was weirdly fascinated by that machine, not so much because of Knievel but because I had never really seen a pinball machine up close before, much less played one. I thought it was pretty awesome.

By contrast, I didn’t even think Knievel was real. I just figured they made up a character to make the machine look cool. Surely a real person wouldn’t be named Evel. Or be on a pinball machine. I can’t remember exactly when I found out he was real, but it didn’t surprise me that much because I guess I just always thought of him as fictional or, at the very least, larger than life. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one.