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Pure Rage

Minneapolis has been the site of some of the most intense protesting America has seen in a long time.  Video shot from amongst the protesters getting hit with tear gas and shock grenades recalls images more familiar in France or Russia than in the United States.

And Rage Against the Machine has done it’s part to incite its fans to protest, as well.  They first tried to play an impromptu performance outside the RNC that was dispersed by police.  And last night, their concert ended in another spontaneous protest in the streets of Minneapolis.

Take it for what it’s worth.  But personally, I think change requires many levels of pressure to accomplish.

It’s an Eminence Front

The sun shines
And people forget
The spray flies as the speedboat glides
And people forget
Forget they’re hiding
The girls smile
And people forget
The snow packs as the skier tracks
And people forget
Forget they’re hiding.

Behind an eminence front
Eminence front – It’s a put on.

Come on join the party
Dress to kill
Won’t you come and join the party
Dress to kill.

The drinks flow
People forget
That big wheel spins, the hair thins
People forget
Forget they’re hiding
The news slows
People forget
The shares crash, hopes are dashed
People forget
Forget they’re hiding.

Behind an eminence front
Eminence front – it’s a put on
Come on join the party dress to
Come on join the party dress to
Come on join the party dress to
Come on join the party dress to kill
Dress yourself, dressed to kill.

Irrelevant Reporting Alert

I’ve read somewhere that Barack Obama is getting three times the press that John McCain is getting, but that the overwhelming majority of that is negative.  Well, with those kind of numbers, maintaining such a pace requires the occasional puff piece or three.

Witness this from the Washington Post.  It seems Ludacris has written a new song which is offensive.  Whoa.  And it makes fun of Hillary Clinton and John McCain.  So why is this controversial?  Because he says that he’s Barack’s favourite rapper, because Obama said he has some Ludacris stuff on his iPod.

Black presidential candidate; rapper.  Paging James Lawrence. . . .

Introducing Jamie Piazza!

There’s a new blogger in town, here in DFE land, and his name is Jamie Piazza.  His first post is an interesting republication of an article about the legendary gods of Goth, The Cure, and the controversy surrounding their song Killing an Arab. How timely in so many ways!  Maybe it’s a good thing to remember that anti-Arab hate is not a new or original thing, born solely of a misplaced anger over 911.

Go check him out and say hello!

Gas Prices and the Indy Music Scene

Here’s a ripple you might not have considered: the high cost of gas hurts everybody who drives to make their living, especially those on slim margins, but its really hitting the music industry locally.  I imagine the same holds true elsewhere.  The irony is that what I’ve always viewed as a strength of Rochester’s geography is now it’s weakness: you’re a relatively short drive from a huge number of highly-active music scenes, from New York to Toronto, from Philly to Cleavland.  But the problem is, you have to drive to those places in order to make a decent showing of yourself.

Highway to Hell

I’ve never been all that big a fan of AC/DC, though I did see them at Sars-stock (AKA, The Rolling Stones and Friends benefit for Toronto). Still, they’re a bedrock Rock-n-Roll music making machine that deserves plenty of respect. Or at least, they used to. Now, they’re living in Wally World:

Report: New AC/DC Album To Be Wal-Mart Exclusive

AC/DC’s next studio album will be exclusively sold at Wal-Mart stores in the United States, according to a report in the Wall Street Journal. The as-yet-untitled Columbia album, which, as previously reported, was produced by Brendan O’Brien, is expected in the fall.

The Buddhahood OnStage

The Buddhahood setup before the taping

Last night, my wife and I got to be in the studio for the taping of The Buddhahood for WXXI and WRUR’s OnStage concert series and broadcasts. I’m not sure when they’ll be broadcasting the show, since it’s not on their schedule at the moment, but when it is I’ll be sure to update the blog. I noticed also that another favourite band of mine, The Atomic Swindlers, also taped a show for OnStage which I’m also looking forward to watching.

Bob Olson at the Tony TributeThis was the first performance I’ve gotten to see of The Buddhahood in their new formulation without Tony, with the addition of Bob Olson on guitar. I mostly know of Bob from The Mysterious Blues Band, another of Tony’s projects. I think everyone would agree that no one can replace Tony, but it seems very apropos that the person filling in the guitar slot is someone with a long musical relationship with Tony and it doesn’t hurt to have killer chops, which Bob has in spades.

It’s cool they way they’re splitting up vocal duties in the band, sort of decentralizing the front man role. Drew seems to take the lion’s share of the vocals, which since he’s a very strong vocalist makes sense, but they’ve either added or enriched the harmonies of many tracks as well. I suspect that has something to do with creating something new where what Tony brought to the band was not replaceable. It is a tribute to the survival instinct of music that such a great sound can come out of such a tragic loss for all of us.

The show was great, filled with a bunch of stuff that I of course knew, with about three songs or so that I didn’t.  Julia Figaris, the show’s host, seemed genuinely both entertained by the music and surprised by the vociferousness of we in the audience.  The guy running around with the steady cam actually started filming crew members at the end of the show who couldn’t resist the temptation to dance to the music.  I really hope that makes the final cut, because it proves a point that all of us who are Buddhahoodlums already know: you can’t be in the room and not fall into the groove.

The Weapon

Lyrics by Niel Peart of Rush. I’ve always loved this song, but upon recently getting the remastered version of the Signals album, it occurred to me how the current situation seems even more relevant to the lyrics than the Cold War era he wrote them about. I’ve taken the liberty of adding some pictorial links for emphasis:

We’ve got nothing to fear but fear itself
Not fate, not failure, not fatal tragedy
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry

With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game or the power train
Thy kingdom‘s will be done

And the things that we fear
Are a weapon to be held against us


He’s not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your hell
He’s a little bit afraid of dying, but he’s a lot more afraid of you lying

And the things that he fears
Are a weapon to be held against him

Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?

Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don’t see what they’re made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for things they’re afraid of

And the knowledge that they fear
Is a weapon to be used against them

Happy Trails, Albert Hoffman

What does it say that the man who invented acid lives to be 102? Probably nothing, but I’m glad this man got to live a long, long life. He changed my life, like so many others, and I’ll never hear Yes Close to the Edge the same way again. Thanks, Al.

Father of LSD takes final trip – World – smh.com.au

The father of LSD and the first person to experience an “acid trip”, Albert Hoffman, has died aged 102.

Swiss-born Hoffman was renowned by chemists, pharmacists and hippies the world over for stumbling across the world’s first synthesised hallucinogen, lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD), in 1938.

Wish I Was There. . .

Jane’s Addiction reunited for a gig.  Rolling Stone has the scoop.  Damn, Stephen Perkins got a little paunchy, but then who am I to criticize?  They played one gig in Rochester when I was a junior in high school and tragically unhip.  I totally missed what was probably the best show to come to Rochester since then.

Ah, well.  But hey, I did get to see the Monkeys reunion tour a few years before that. . . .