Music Blogger

NOISE: Madge hatter — and sunglasses, bags, and shoe maker

0

Spring is almost here and so is Madonna’s new collection by H&M!

The one and only Queen of the Dance Floor has designed a full range of clothes and accessories, including shoes, bags and sunglasses for H&M. The M By Madonna full collection will be available in H&M stores March 22. Make sure to visit H&Ms website for more info and check Madonna.com on a regular basis for exclusive M by Madonna related content in the next few days!

Madonnas official page on Myspace has just been updated with a brand new layout and content. Want to be part of Madonnas friends group on Myspace? Just click here and start sharing your love for Madonna with thousands of fans!

www.madonna.com
www.iconmadonna.com

NOISE: Smoother sailing for Roky?

0

Just in time to catch the afterglow of Roky Erickson’s awesome performance at Great American Music Hall last night: good news. According to Erickson’s publicists, the garage-punk legend has had his legal rights fully restored as of Feb. 23.

roky color.bmp

Roky’s camp writes: “In June 2001, Roky Erickson’s youngest brother, former Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra principal tubaist Sumner Erickson, was appointed Roky’s legal guardian. Sumner established the Roger Kynard Erickson Trust to address Roky’s living expenses and other financial needs. From June 2001 till July 2002, Roky lived with his brother in Pittsburgh, where he finally began to receive the support and care he needs.

“Roky is now back in Austin. Not only has his health continued to improve dramatically, but as of Feb. 23, 2007, the guardianship has been dissolved. Roky is back, a free agent and the rock ‘n’ roll muse that he was born to be.”

His now-regular psychedelic ice cream social benefit will happen on Thursday, March 15, during SXSW at Threadgills WHQ, S. Austin, Texas, from 2-8 p.m.

This year’s event celebrates “Electro-Shock Survivors”; Erickson’s peeps write: “The Ice Cream Social is co-sponsored this year by the Coalition for the Abolition of Electroshock in Texas (CAEST). Many artists have been hurt over the years by the labels and biological treatments of the mental health system. Roky Erickson, Townes Van Zandt, and Jim Franklin are Austin music legends who suffered from psychiatric electroshock, also known as electroconvulsive therapy, or ECT.

“Roky and Townes’ son, J.T. Van Zandt, are among the musicians who are now publicly declaring their desire to protect future artists from being hurt by electroshock, calling for genuine asylum and compassionate care of artists and other citizens who might be having a hard time in life. Says Roky of being subjected to ECT treatments: ‘I wish I hadn’t had it and it didn’t help me.’”

Tickets for $20 are available at www.frontgatetickets.com and at Threadgills WHQ at 301 West Riverside Drive at (512) 472-9304.

NOISE: Noise pop-a-go-go-going! Roky, Macro, Pop, pop, pop…

0

Wow, can’t stop the Noise Pop show-going. Though when one finds the time to report on it or discuss the hairdo’s seen or the amount of cheap beer quaffed – who knows?

roky.jpg

First off, Roky Erickson totally freakin‘ kicked ass last night, March 1. Solid band, great sound, punchy drumming, great gods of distortion smiling down. You know, the works. Though the set was relatively short at about 40 or so minutes and Erickson and the Explosives sprinkled the proceedings with several blues jams, all the faves were in order – 13th Floor Elevators’ “You’re Gonna Miss Me” and his own “Two Headed Dog,” “Don’t Shake Me Lucifer,” and “I Walked with a Zombie.” All mind-alteringly loud with plenty of intriguing facial expressions (puzzled, thinking, munching, etc.) on Erickson’s face. Black motorcycle jacketed rocker crowd was out in force, along with passionate oldsters – haven’t seen that mix since Radio Birdman’s first SF stand.

And Wooden Shjips sounded absolutely awesome at 8:30 p.m. opening for Erickson (incidentally Howlin’ Rain rocked the keys and Oranger sounded more raucous than ever). Hard to believe it’s your second show, I told guitarist Ripley Johnson. It’s actually his third – the second was in Cotati, he replied. Same diff, no?

macromantics.jpg

Meanwhile Macromantics, otherwise known as Romy Hoffman, killed at Bottom of the Hill Wednesday, Feb. 28. She mimed sticking a knife in her chest, strafed the air with her arms, and flipped her long hair all over the place – and ruled the mic with tongue-twisters that would have driven me mad. (And lord knows I’ve tried, tackling “Crazy in Love”‘s raps at karaoke.) Later Pop Levi brought the blues-rock overdrive – loud and proud, get used to it.

Later I waddled over to Great American Music Hall to check Sebadoh. Yep, they’re still there. My pals were divided as to whether they prefered Eric Sebadoh tunes or Lou Sebadoh numbers. Regardless, ya got it all.

NOISE: Yum, indie branding means…

0

Guardian staffer Joe Pennant was out and about for Noise Pop and ran smack into some free mochi ice cream at Bottom of the Hill – courtesy of the Ice Cream Man.

icecreamsmall.jpg

Who are these kind, mysterious strangers giving away sweets at all manner of shows? Marketing, promotions, branding, and advertising, naturally! The site says: “Ice Cream Man is a grassroots organization that combines the minds, hearts, skills, and resources of a growing team of adventurous individuals who refuse to adhere to the old business paradigm. We were those crazy and confused kids raised in the ’80s and ’90s with conflicting messages (“Just Say No” vs. “Just Do It”). We believe that right now is the best time in history. With the Internet we are not bound by the constraints of the modern media machine. We can break through all of the hypocrisy and create REAL connections with like-minded people…. The more money we can bring in the more ice cream we’ll be able to give away. To date the Ice Cream Crew has given away over 35,000 treats.”

Folks last saw ’em at Arthurfest. I saw him at Great American Music Hall during the Sebadoh show – and got a lovely organic Creamsicle-like bar for my trouble. Apparently they’re looking for a few good Ice Cream Men and Women too. Just, y’know, an FYI, duders.

NOISE: An A for the A Team

0

Guardian intern Sam Devine shares his latest obsession:

ateam.jpg

So I’ve been listening to the newly reissued A-Team soundtrack while at work. Which, yes, is probably dangerous. I feel more afraid of flying and I could go for a cheap cigar if pair of leather driving gloves were provided.

But mostly, as I hear the A-Team‘s theme repeated over and over, set against various cliché ’70s arrangements, I can’t help but think: This is the best possible combined rip-off of the Temptations and Aaron Copland that could ever be imagined!

The A-Team‘s main theme is a driving snare drum and bombastic, uplifting, horns followed by ornamental swells from the strings. Likewise, in “Rodeo” by Aaron Copland, the main theme is driving percussion and bombastic, uplifting, horns followed by ornamental swells from the strings.

In a similar sense, the A-Team‘s countertheme is such a direct lift from “Get Ready (‘Cause Here I Come),” by the Temptations, that you can almost hear Paul Williams singing, “I never met a girl who makes me feel / The way that you do (you’re alright!)”

Just think – A-Team composers Mike Post & Pete Carpenter were able to squeeze out five seasons worth of soundtrack material just by pairing a piece of 20th century composition with a bit of classic Motown. Makes me want to try writing a symphony based around selections of Bela Bartok and Diana Ross.

I hope it works out. I love when a plan comes together.

NOISE: Biggest little city, Taiwanese pop, Who are you…

0

Who knew Reno was the bowling capital of the US of A? This after catching the new feature film Reno 911: Miami (below), which proved to be something of a laugh riot earlier this week.

reno911.jpg

Right now I’m hanging in Reno, catching the Who at the Reno Event Center (more long-tressed gray-hairs in one spot, perusing Who souvenir booklets, than I’ve seen since, well, ever, ’cause I’ve never seen the Who live before) and Taiwanese pop star Tsai Chin tonight, Feb. 24, at Grand Sierra Resort and Casino (more Chinese families in one spot than I’ve seen since, well, the last SF Lunar New Year parade), and checking the resort’s 24-hour 40-something bowling alley. But lo, today I happened to stumble over the city’s National Bowling Stadium.

bowling stadium.bmp

A giant silver ball dome, a hundred lanes, a crazy Remington-style bronze statue featuring, not wild horses or cowboys, but Pippi Longstocking-esque bowlers zanily swinging bowling bags. Guys with guts swinging balls. Visions of The Big Lebowski rumble through the skull.

NOISE: Grizzly good times

0

Guardian contributor Chris Sabbath caught the Grizzly Bear show at Great American Music Hall on Feb. 20. Here’s his review:

about_table.jpg

Upon purchasing Grizzly Bear’s first full-length, Horn of Plenty (Kanine), two years ago as one of those 99-cent treasures on Amazon.com or something, my immediate assumption was that Edward Droste and his Brooklyn buds would probably be one of those hyped bands that just didn’t work out. I wrote the groups syrupy, psych-folk bedroom rock off as “music for the unmasses”: a tail-feather grappler (Animal Collective, in this case) touring the country 10 months of the year and playing in rinky-dink art spaces with bad paintings and hole-in-the-wall dives to the other bands and their girlfriends.

But fast forward to Tuesday night’s sold-out show at the Great American Music Hall, and Droste and his band – comprising drummer Christopher Bear, bassist Chris Taylor, and guitarist Daniel Rossen – were all giving me the finger instead.

NOISE: Stop the tears and open your wallet for ? of ? and the Mysterians

0

Shed “96 Tears” for ? of garage rock legends ? and the Mysterians. ?’s home in Clio, Mich., burned down to the ground on Jan. 9 – and he lost five Yorkies!

So we’re asking you to shake your tail feather for ? at Annie’s tonight, Feb. 22. SLA is supposedly going to give their last performance ever, alongside the Flakes, Harold Ray Live in Concert, and the Impediments. The show starts at 10 p.m., and the sliding-door donation is $5-$10.

questionmark.jpg
No question about the loss for ? Courtesy of http://96tears.net/.

NOISE: Don’t blink – it’s Snowblink

0

Save your last languid dance for them. Guardian contributor Max Goldberg has a new project, warbling with the group, Snowblink.

snowblinksml.jpg
Snowblink’s Daniela Gesundheit is in control.
her band’s most recent disc, My Oh My Avalanche,
has a firm grasp of folky prettiness too.

Tonight, Feb. 22, the band hosts a “Slow Dance Night” at the Make-Out Room with very special guests: at 9 p.m., five boys and a lady, each front-people of his and her own San Francisco band, will sing a slow-dance song with nothing more than a guitar to “eschew their machismo,” Goldberg e-mails. Performers include Martin of the White White Quilt, Nat Russell of Birds of America, Mike Sempert of Birds & Batteries, Frank Lyon of Ship, Abby G, and Joseph Childress. Dancing sweet and slow will be the guiding principle for the earlier part of the evening.

The slow dance portion will be followed by Bay Area-by-way-of-Brooklyn Dirty Projectors touring multi-instrumentalist Angel Deradoorian. At 11 p.m., Snowblink will, Goldberg, writes, “do it the way we do it.” DJ duo Ribbons will close out the night with fast dance songs.

All that aerobic lovin’ begins at 9 p.m. and costs $7. Smoochers can find the Make-Out Room at 3225 22nd St., SF.

NOISE: The passing of a Sun City Girl

0

Guardian contributor George Chen points to this announcement by Alan and Richard Bishop on Foxy Digitalis yesterday, Feb. 20:

suncitygirls.jpg

RIP Charles Gocher of Sun City Girls

With deep regret, we must announce that Charles Gocher passed away yesterday in Seattle due to a long battle with cancer at the age of 54. He is survived by the two of us who adopted him as a brother 25 years ago and his many friends around the world. He will be missed more than most could ever know. Our thanks to everyone for their support and encouragement during the past three, very difficult years. Many of you were not aware that Charles was ill and that’s because he wanted it that way. Details of a memorial in his honor will be announced soon.

NOISE: Gallo’s fine whine on Dirt!

0

Wow, imagine the thrill last night when at the end of my new favorite trash-TV guilty pleasure, the Coxuette tabloid FX dramedy Dirt, the teaser for the next episode unveiled the identity of the shadowy figure that was stalking Courtney Cox’s Goth-wax figure tab editor: Vincent Gallo! Mission Creek Music Fest folkster, filmmaker, bon vivant.

Vincent Gallo.jpg

In “This Is Not Your Father’s Hostage Situation,” Gallo’s ex-child-star character rushes the DirtNow building, trapping the sleazy publisher and equally slimy cub reporter in their supply closet makeout room and inspiring Cox to promise Gallo, “I’ll make you a star!” In exchange for letting them go, of course.

From the looks of the preview for the show – first airing Tuesday, Feb. 27 – Gallo’s crazy-eyed reply appears to be: “I’m already a star!”

P.S. And guess who’s slated to reappear at this year’s Mission Creek music fest?

Getcher steaming hot Valentine’s Day get-your-hate-off bake-off right here…

0

Guardian film intern Matt Sussman reports on the best Valentine’s Day party idea ever:

Contrary to popular belief Valentine’s Day is not for lovers. It’s really for the haters.

Nothing brings folk together like seething negativity, and nothing hardens hearts more than the perceived enjoyment of those “fortunate enough” to be in the throes of romantic bliss. The only sweetness encountered at the “Valentine’s Can Fuck Off Bake Off” — an annual house party/ baking competition — was chocolate and lots of it.

astrolovetr.jpg

Let me count the ways: vegan chocolate decadence cake topped with strawberries; pink peppercorn and balsamic reduction chocolate truffles; too many brownies; the chocolate sprinkle pubes atop the giant Rice Krispie Twat; and me and my baking partner’s concept-heavy entry: a vegan chocolate black pepper cake in honor of pepper-spray carrying, adult diaper-wearing psychonaut Lisa Nowak.

ricekrisp.jpg

For the hungry, bitter masses huddled outside the kitchen door, “Let them eat cake” must have sounded from the depths of Marie Antoinette’s grave as a clarion call, an injunction on the primal level of the zombie’s insatiable need for brains. Never mind that the hot dish and vegan hot dish entries (including a divine mushroom and tagliatelle pasta salad with the punny title, “Mycelia, you’re breaking my heart”) had already been scooped up by the (love-)starved who had been smart enough to park it in front of the entrée table. Making good on the bake-off’s title were the dildos of varying dimensions handed out as prizes for each category.

bakeoffpic.jpg

Silicone lovin’ and a sugar high: just the cure for that V-Day Hallmark hangover.

NOISE: Tunnel fun… still time?

0

Hint to the funsters who want to end the gorg day with tunes: If you’re round the Golden Gate Bridge, check out the Tunnel Show of the Marin Headlands, which started at 3 p.m. today, Feb. 18.

Inside an old army barracks tunnel, there will be performances by Living Breathing Music, Hector Zapana, Ship Snowblink, Okay, and a classical Indian ensemble organized by Charles Lloyd.

NOISE: Keep it together, K.I.T., then break it down

0

Insane show alert – K.I.T. breaks out a new record on UK label Upset the Rhythm, Broken Voyage, alongside labelmates Death Sentence: Panda!, who are celebrating Festival of Ghosts. Be there or regret it bitterly, punker; the two bands perform tonight, Feb. 16, 8 p.m., with Holy Mountain free skronk combo Zdrastvootie and Kreamy ‘Lectricsaanta at Artists Television Access, 992 Valencia, SF. It’s all ages so whoop it up, kids.

kit2sml.jpg

Who are our pals K.I.T.? Guardian contribs Vice Cooler and George Chen get with Lil’ Pocketknife’s Kristy Geschwandtner and XBXRX’s Steve Touchton. Enjoy!

Hamburger Eyes epicenter kicks it

0

Hard-partyin’, hard-workin’ Hamburger Eyes photo collective threw a grand opening party – on Valentine’s Day, Feb. 14, of all days (love those dudes!) – for their photo epicenter, 26 Lilac, off 24th and Mission, SF. The collective promise that a spot for pro color and B&W darkroom rentals, custom printing, digital production, and classes. Joe Pennant checked out the party and took these pics of the bash.

davepotes.jpg
Dave Potes grins and wears it (a tie, that is).

wall.jpg
If the walls could speak…

raypotes.jpg
Is that you, Ray Potes?

cherry.jpg
Cherry, baby.

NOISE: Dos guys!

0

Ah, Mike Watt – bass god extraordinaire. Oh, Kira Roessler – former Black Flag bassist extraordinaire. The ex’s, LA punk colleagues, and bandmates in dos head up to the Hemlock Tavern, SF, Saturday, Feb. 17. Expect low notes and awesome playing.

watt-kira2002.jpg
dos, right before going on stage at Ladyfest in Olympia, Wash., 2000.
Courtesy of Watt’s Hoot Page.

NOISE: Grammy jammy, the final 5: Wolfmother, T.I., Lewis Black, Carrie Underwood, Chamillionaire

0

Oh I could have danced all night; I could go on forever about the Grammys. But I won’t. I’ll spare you. But here are a few last tidbits – just for laughs. Then we can roll over and forget about it all till next year.

wolfmothersml.jpg

– Wolfmother is currently demoing songs for possibly the next Spiderman installment, and frontperson Andrew Stockdale held forth on the hard psychedelic sound they’re bringing to modern rock radio: “I agree with Pete Townshend who said more rock bands should be more pretentious and more experimental with their sound.”

Are they planning on going psychedelic, asked one blinkered reporter. “We’ve already been there with our first, man,” Stockdale replied blissfully.

–Backstage, T.I. hawked his forthcoming fall 2007 movie with Russell Crow and RZA, American Gangster: “It’s going to be in the Oscars, I assure you.” Meanwhile he’s working on a concept album featuring T.I. and an alterego TIP, due this year: “I don’t think anything has ever been done like it this far. Closest thing I can compare it to is the Marshall Mathers-Slim Shady ongoing feud that has been going on. I’m challenging myself in every way, writing and producing and arranging. It’s also going to be a movie as well.”

So who did he come with? “T.I. and TIP – they always roll with family,” he answered impishly. “Probably with the same person that came with other award shows. So if you do your own research, you’ll find your answer!”

lewis-black.jpg

– Lewis Black gets the nod for the most intentionally funny interview and acceptance speech for Best Comedy Album. Onstage he said: “All the guys who are nominated are tremendously gifted talents. You don’t honor comics often. You do shit – you play music. All I do is yak – I bullshit. I wanted to be a musician, I wanted to play the piano, and my piano teacher had arthritis and that really sets you back.”

Later backstage Black said of his fellow nominee, “George Carlin called me 15 years ago on the phone and said, ‘Sorry, there’s nothing I can do for your career,’ then I was able to take that and play it for my mother and shut her the fuck up.” His piano teacher “really did have arthritis and the room we played piano in smelled like death and it kind of took the joy out of it.” Bless him.

– After winning his Grammy, Chamillionaire sauntered backstage to offer a lowdown on his activities later that night (why did almost all the rappers dress almost alike – just as most of the women wore black; almost all the MCs were wearing suits with untucked white shirts): “Nothing too special [planned] – I rolled up on a Phantom, but only today. It goes back tomorrow.

“Now they,” he pointed to his publicists in the audience, “want to go hit the clubs. And so I gotta go do the rapper,” he made the quote marks with his fingers, “stuff. I’m going to do it for an hour, Tracy and Nancy, and then I’m going to go to sleep.” The studio calls.

carrie-underwood-grammy.jpg

– Carrie Underwood came backstage wearing what looked like a black dress crossed with a shawl. The radio dudes behind me wolf whistled. Someone praised her performance at Clive Davis’s party the previous night. “I think the scarier part is when I come with album two,” she said. “I think it’s going to be really nerve wracking.”

Was there any doubt whether she’d be there if not for American Idol? Well, doit. “Absolutely no doubt that American Idol is why I’m here. My advice for anyone – try every avenue. It worked for me. I was in college when I decided to try out.”

The really crucial question – was she seeing anyone? “Dateless and desperate,” she quipped. Good thing she got saddled with “Desperado” during the Eagles tribute.

NOISE: Smile for the Camera Obscura (and Portastatic)

0

Gird your loins, twee poppers – Camera Obscura are back tonight, Feb. 16, at Bimbo’s 365 Club, SF. And along for the ride with the Scottish charmers is their Merge Records boss Mac McCaughan, plying his Portastatic project, which has gotten mighty eclectic of late. A lame description, perhaps – but we have none other till we get more caffeine in our collective bods.

cameraobscura.jpg
Our glum chums in Camera Obscura.

But hell, we are all too familiar with the last CO album, Let’s Get Out of This Country. We can’t get it out of our car CD player.

NOISE: Grammy rammies, mach II: larnin’ annex

0

More Grammy jottings from my laptop – and thoughts on how to come correct to the event:

mayer.jpg
What me, available? Courtesy of Fashion Wire Daily.

– Leave the bimbos and himbos at home, sort of. Pained-looking Best Pop Vocal Album winner John Mayer was Jessica Simpson-free. He stayed far, far away from the media suite. Practice your Japanese elsewhere, man. And Timberlake merely locked eyes with alleged squeeze Scarlet Johansson, on stage, doing her worst dumb blonde impersonation beside Don Henley who asked, “I heard you’re working on your first album.” “Do you have any advice?” she asked like a robotic starlet. “No,” he replied flatly in a kind of failed send-up of his reputation as a jerk.

Getting back to the himbos, etc.: who died and made Mayer and Timberlake America’s foxiest? Ick – what a selection. I want to fast-forward to the next generation, Hotties 2.0.

redhotchilisml.jpg
Smells great!

– Have your own “Grammy Moment.” Translation: the revelation that comes when the plastic pop crap falls from the eyes and you realize…[insert epiphany here]. Mine arrived when I found Red Hot Chili Peppers aren’t so awful after all – despite their dull, cheesy performance at the Oakland Arena last year. Next to all the predigested pop of the former Disney shills and American Idol contestants, the Chili Peppers came off as icons of authenticity, a real band that got together for reasons other than commerce or celebrity, who were willing to riff beyond the carefully controlled parameters of Grandpa Grammys.

Drummer Chad Smith’s response to their Best Rock Album win: “Get out there and start a rock bands, kids. We need more rock bands!”

Later backstage, the band offered scatter-shot explanations with a nattily suited John Frusciante opining that rock has grown stale next to electronic music’s experimentation. Of the Dixie Chicks, Anthony Kiedis deadpanned, “I’m shocked they didn’t get the Best Rap Record.”

NOISE: Valentine’s, Husbands…look out!

0

Ex’s – you gotta hate ’em. The all-lady Husbands are proof positivo that you can rise above, take on the pard’s name, and kick ass. Garage punk-a-go-go with gory good-time costumes to boot.

husbandsm.jpg

So it’s perfecto that the Bay’s very own Husbands are playing a very special V-Day show, the “Lock & Load Valentine’s Day Formal,” tonight, Feb. 14, with DJ Dulcinea at Thee Parkside, SF. 9 p.m. $5 formal dress; $7 casual duds. Sounds like a good time for tough girls, broken hearts, and those that love ’em. Saps, you can stay home.

NOISE: Grammy schlammy, part I: the big, bad daddy of rock ‘n’ roll

0

Well, guess who got credentials to cover the Grammys on Feb. 11? Sure, I had a 12-hour chunk of Sunday to spare, so I drove down to Staples Center in LA and planted myself in the radio/TV pit to fire questions at the hapless Ike Turker. The man has the most powerful gaze in show biz.

stapcen.JPG

The Ikester certainly dressed to impress. In a sea of Dixie Chicks and media working-stiffs in no-risk black and hip-hop stars in tasteful suits and untucked white shirts, Turner, who took home his first Grammy since 1972 for Best Traditional Blues Album, pushed the edges of good taste with a glittery lavender suit and a pink nehru collar shirt.

iketurner.jpg
Love’s got nothing to do with it – maybe. Courtesy of www.stuff.co.nz.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t win tonight, but next year,” he said backstage, describing his next album as a blues-hip-hop recording. “But I did.”

What does it mean, one intrepid reporter asked the man who wrote the first rock ‘n’ roll song, “Rocket 88.”

Turner furrowed his brow and trained a bad-ass glower in her direction, producer and son Ike Jr. by his side: “I dunno. It means that I’m still livin’.”

More excerpts from a Grammy reporter’s notebook to come…

NOISE: Flying Canyon’s Cayce Lindner, RIP

0

Guardian contributor Max Goldberg pointed to this sad news announcement on Pitchfork on the death of Cayce Lindner of Oakland band Flying Canyon:

flying_artistsmall.jpg

“Cayce Lindner, frontman for self-described “California doom folk” band Flying Canyon, took his own life yesterday, Feb. 6. No further details are available regarding his death, nor do we know how old he was.

“Lindner, who lived in the Bay Area, was in the bands the Golden Hotel and the Goodwill Tapes before forming Flying Canyon with the Jewelled Antler collective’s Glenn Donaldson and Shayde Sartin. He was also a filmmaker.

“Sidney Alexis Lindner, Cayce’s brother, fronts the Portsmouth, New Hampshire band the Hotel Alexis. He was also in Golden Hotel with Cayce.

“Last fall, Soft Abuse released Flying Canyon’s enchanting self-titled debut album. Our own Brandon Stosuy wrote, ‘Lindner and friends carve out an erudite haze that foregoes caricature and wardrobe changes in favor of melody, inventive instrumentation, strong songwriting, and an honest, riveting charisma.’

Soft Abuse’s Chris Berry said, ‘We are deeply saddened and we’re thinking of his friends and family.'”

Goldberg himself e-mailed: “I’d only actually seen the band play once (opening for Peter Walker at the 21 Grand), but just found out they were set to play at this show my housemate Dave is setting up in a couple of weeks in the Marin Headlands….”

Previously our man Max had praised the band, which consisted of various Skygreen Leopards: “The frontman’s gruff, hard-drivin’ hippie style is a welcome antidote to some of the more whimsical manifestations of psych folk.”

For more on Flying Canyon, go to their myspace page.

NOISE: Rrrr…sputter, cough, blech, no RTX

0

Bummer, dude. RTX canceled their WC Warehouse show Friday because they’re van broke down outside of LA. Ah well, the Oakland Art Murmur was happening, as was the scene at the Warehouse (which was expecting a performance by Ariel Pink – hot from the Lipo – in RTX’s stead but who knows if that ever happened). We pressed our noses to the glass of Mama Buzz’s new cupcake cafe instead.