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Drumormon.

Can’t a man have two drummers? Even three or four? One drummer bands are just a conceit of the Christian right. You should read this book (I haven’t):

The Myth of Monogamous Drummers

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26 January 2009: Jack Lewis embarks on a brief-ish European tour with the so-called Fishermen Three. According to Jack Lewis’s MySpace page, I remain a drummer for Jack Lewis’s band. On 26 January 2009, I sit in a Binghamton, NY airport lounge eating coconut date bars, waiting to board a somewhat terrifying propeller aircraft. In a day’s time, I will not be in Europe.

thursday, 29 january

le violon dingue : Nantes

The Willamette is engulfed by fog. No skyline, no lights. Only the road extends in front of me, about ten yards at a time. It’s a miraculous sight. I stop on the Broadway Bridge just to stare into it for a few brief moments. The city is gone, disappeared. Condensation is collecting rapidly on my jacket. This is something approaching what I imagine the Golden Gate to feel like. Or rather, at least what the Golden Gate feels like in The Bridge.* The thought of jumping occurs to me. Not in a suicidal sort of way (this isn’t that blog), but just in a jumping-into-a-wall-of-fog-seems-eerily-poetic sort of way.

In Zach Braff’s (yeah, remember him?) Garden State, there is a completely silly scene in which he and Natalie Portman and Peter Sarsgaard stare into a figurative abyss (was it a rock quarry?) and scream. It’s meant to be moving, inspiring, powerful. It is none of these. And while this abstract and unusual fog feels like nothing other than an abyss, I am not compelled to scream into it. Zach Braff’s New Jersey is nothing like New Jersey as I remember it; there’s a significant lack of scarily old people and heroin addiction for one (another Jersey dig? -ed.), but I suppose he’s entitled to his own interpretation. For my money, Coyote Ugly is still the Jersey movie to beat.

First contact from Jack Lewis this afternoon. The tour is going well, though he has lost his voice and now sounds like a frog (his word). I try to imagine what this sounds like, but instead picture a frog fronting an indie-rock trio. A hipster frog. It’s a strange image. And pointless. Our conversation peters out. The tour continues. At home, I turn on the space heater and prepare for bed.

*Full disclaimer: I never saw The Bridge. But I’ve seen the trailer, several times. And there’s fog. I’ve also seen some mini making-of short somewhere, though I’ve no idea where. Seems a strange thing to see without having seen the movie, but then, here we are. -MBD

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not-on-tour diary, part 3.

26 January 2009: Jack Lewis embarks on a brief-ish European tour with the so-called Fishermen Three. According to Jack Lewis’s MySpace page, I remain a drummer for Jack Lewis’s band. On 26 January 2009, I sit in a Binghamton, NY airport lounge eating coconut date bars, waiting to board a somewhat terrifying propeller aircraft. In a day’s time, I will not be in Europe.

wednesday, 28 january

the rat pack : Clermont-Ferrand

It was murder.
Tonight I am victorious in a game of CLUE. The murderer was me. Go figure. I am reminded of a nifty if ultimately mediocre Martin Amis novel wherein the narrator turns out to be the killer. Damn, Martin! “I see dead people,” indeed.

This does however bring up something particularly problematic in the game of CLUE. The fact that I would accuse myself of murder, and then illuminate each of Mr. Boddy’s party guests to the secrets of my crime (see any Scooby Doo dénouement), seems contrary to the nature of a good bourgeoisie slaying. And Colonel Mustard is clearly not a man prone to guilt pangs, so what gives?

But were Mustard to simply walk away, where to? One can only imagine that Boddy’s guests don’t have much to do outside of Boddy’s house (hence the utterly senseless violence… really, why Mustard?! Why?!), so it’s hard to imagine Mustard getting very far with his secrets.

In the end, I think CLUE is a metaphor for something. Something about upper-class malaise, a sense of lack, of wanting. Next time, it won’t be Mustard, but then again, it really will.

Jack Lewis doesn’t write much (or at all) from the road. -MBD

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26 January 2009: Jack Lewis embarks on a brief-ish European tour with the so-called Fishermen Three. According to Jack Lewis’s MySpace page, I remain a drummer for Jack Lewis’s band. On 26 January 2009, I sit in a Binghamton, NY airport lounge eating coconut date bars, waiting to board a somewhat terrifying propeller aircraft. In a day’s time, I will not be in Europe.

tuesday, 27 january

le fiaeve : Bourdeaux

Today I learn that an elderly British man, trapped underneath a sofa (what? still waiting for someone to explain how this works) for two plus days, survived by taking frequent nips from a whiskey bottle. Which has to be the single best excuse ever to lay into some scotch, and begs the question, which came first: the man trapped underneath the sofa, or the whiskey bottle? “I took a sip and thought, well this isn’t too bad.”

Still no news from Jack Lewis, but I hope they play “Wait it Out” tonight. -MBD

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26 January 2009: Jack Lewis embarks on a brief-ish European tour with the so-called Fishermen Three. According to Jack Lewis’s MySpace page, I remain a drummer for Jack Lewis’s band. On 26 January 2009, I sit in a Binghamton, NY airport lounge eating coconut date bars, waiting to board a somewhat terrifying propeller aircraft. In a day’s time, I will not be in Europe.

monday, 26 january

le saint des seins : Toulouse

“Ladies and gentleman, the lavatory on this aircraft is in-op; we are giving you a few minutes to make the appropriate arrangements before we begin boarding. I repeat, the lavatory on this aircraft is in-op.”

The flight itself is barely over 60 minutes, so this doesn’t amount to much as far as announcements go, but I like that the flight attendant uses the word “in-op.” It makes me feel like I’m part of the team; like I’m in on the game, you know? In any case, I take my second trip to the men’s bathroom (the other being 7 minutes prior) as a precautionary measure. Upon boarding, the comic strip developing in my head involving an airplane and the phrase “Don’t go in there” turned out to be not very far off the mark, as the aircraft reeked strongly of urine and way-old cigarettes, not unlike New Jersey. I look around me in a hasty attempt to find empathy from my 9 fellow passengers; they were not concerned.

them cheeks is for pinchin'

them cheeks is for pinchin'

Later, on a larger and mostly not-odorous flight to Portland, I watch an obscenely forgettable football film starring Ice Cube as an adorable transient (he sports a top hat, for christ’s sake). Bafflingly, it was a Fred Durst joint. Who knew? On the same flight, I learn absolutely nothing from the E! True Hollywood Story of Charlize Theron, save for that she killed her father… or something like that. It was hard to follow. As a side note, who remembers Two Days in the Valley?

In Portland, I make toast. I hope Jack had a good show tonight. -MBD

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Mr. President throws a would-be bone.

Mr. President throws a would-be bone.

“For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus—and nonbelievers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth, and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass.”
(see Slate’s The XX Factor)

so president obama gives a shoutout to the rest of us, i guess. but doesn’t the term “nonbeliever” suggest that something otherwise to-be-believed is being, well, NOT believed? is this politically correct, fellow athiests? agnostics? i am very sure that the president was not about to drop either of the A-bombs into his inaugural address, but something about this term strikes me as crazy condescending. but, yes, it is a step. but how about, “We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus—and critical thinkers.”

but then, ‘bama is a believer (and for the record, i’m a ‘bama believer, mostly), so in his eyes, the rest of us are NOT that. but still, y’all get a name, i want a name. and one that is not just the negation of yours. there’s a lot more to this shit, you know? it’s nuanced. it’s subtle. it’s not just stand-offishness.

anyhow, bravo for new dawn, even as Portland crazily fucks up theirs.
these are mostly good days.

love,
mbd

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Best of ’08 and Jan. ’09

tootin'

tootin'


I wanted to wait till everything was out and done and 2008 was really over.
Yep.
Or I was thinking of doing the Best of 5769 (the Jewish Year), but then I’d have to wait a few months and remove a few of my listings:

Best albums
1. Rodriguez – Cold Fact (reissue)
My inspiration for making this list was seeing that someone had this album on their list because it was reissued this year. It’s a beautiful album.

2. Wave Pictures – Instant Coffee Baby (+ everything else they released this year)
AND Simon and Raphi – The Fisherman Three
No music made me happier this year.

3.Herman Dune – Next Year in Zion
Another album from one of my favorite bands. Like each previous album it took me couple weeks to get into and then I couldn’t listen to anything else for a while.
AND Real Emotional Trash – SM + Jicks
The B-side “Walk Into the Mirror” is the real gem.
AND Women’s Needs Men’s Needs – The Cribs
It’s a Grower.
AND Lake – Oh The Places We’ll Go
AND Super Furry Animals – Hey Venus
I’m not a huge SFA fan, but damn is this album fun.

Short Mention:
Kanye West
Vampire Weekend
Silver Jews
Little Joy

Movies I sort of Liked:
Synecdoche, NY
Wall-E
Burn After Reading

Shows:
The Wave Pictures – End of the Road Festival (UK; AND every Wave Picture show I saw on Sept tour)
The Cribs – Leeds Fest (w/ Johnny Marr)
Stephen Malkmus + Jicks (Kunst-Hamburg, also Paris and Dublin)
Scandaliz Vandalistz (Memphis, TN)
Patterns KPSU and Sound Judgment Fest @ Green House (PDX)
Inside Voices @ Valentines + Kelly’s Olympian (PDX)
Doonavetter @ Kelly’s Olympian (PDX)
Lake + Desolation Row @ Rerarto (PDX)
Arrington De Dionyso + Daguerrotypes @ Comet Tavern (Seattle)
Los Campesinos @ Reading Fest (UK, also @ Varsity Theatre, Minneapolis)
White Williams @ Holocene (PDX)
Southern Belle @ Backspace (PDX)
Karl Blau @ Artistery (PDX)
Adam Green @Domino Fest (Brussles)

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