I always figured I would revisit Northlanders in a new form, do another series on Vikings, make use of the unused stories. I had made it something of a priority, actually, and have been telling people about it.
Now, I don’t know. Maybe that’s lazy of me. Also, perhaps dangerous to try and capture…
Here’s hoping he’s hinting at a Revolutionary War series…
Bent Shapes performs “86’d in ‘03” at Cakeshop, NYC
I really enjoyed this song the other night. The trouble is I have no idea if it is a very old or very new Bent Shapes track. Anyone with more intel please give me a shout. But I find I can’t get it out of my mind. I think it’s that bass line executed beautifully with the cutest green guitar strings and pink nailed fingers. You’ve been warned.
This is the best thing you’ll see today because this is singer/songwriter Mary Lou Lord and her 14 year old daughter, Annabelle, singing two Elliott Smith songs and a Big Star song that Elliott always covered (“Thirteen”) last Saturday at the Bowery Ballroom as part of the Elliott tribute concerts that his sister, Ashley, organized this year to mark the ten year anniversary of his passing.
Mary Lou hasn’t performed in awhile, by her own admission, and was feeling phobic, so her daughter (“the biggest Elliott Smith fan”) got to sing lead on the first song, St. Ides Heaven. Mary Lou/Mom joins in on harmonies a little way through. The pair then tackle “I Figured You Out”, the song that Elliott wrote, threw away because “it sounds too much like the fucking Eagles”, and was eventually talked into giving to Mary Lou to record on her own record.
It’s heartbreaking to watch people play Elliott’s songs and realize he’s been gone for TEN YEARS, but it’s heartwarming to read about how wonderful the concerts felt, to see so many people gathered together to remember him and keep his music life, and to have all the money raised go to charities or causes that meant something to Elliott.
I’ve been trying to gather up enough internal fortitude to write a gigantic essay on Elliott in honor of the upcoming 10th anniversary (again: HOW IS IT BEEN TEN YEARS ALREADY?), but I’m not entirely sure I can wade in those waters all over again. The sadness of late October 2003 will likely never, ever go away for me.
The weather was less than ideal, with a constant mist of rain throughout the day. But that didn’t stop people from coming out, and more importantly, having a good time.
From what I saw, everything seemed to go pretty smoothly. The lines for beer, food, and bathrooms were fairly reasonable, and I…
for a short time we’ll be streaming nearly everything jason released on cd or vinyl over the past twenty years on our bandcamp site.
Hi Austin. Fuck SXSW. There… I said it.
Here, the music comes last. 5 minute set-up, no sound check, 15 minute set. The “music” element is all a front, it’s the first thing to be compromised. Corporate money everywhere but in the hands of the artists, at what is really just a glorified corporate networking party. Drunk corporate goons and other industry vampires and cocaine. Everyone is drunk, being cool. “Official” bureaucracy and all their mindless rules. Branding, branding, branding. It’s bullshit… sorry.
I did this a couple years ago, where I look at the number of comic pages written and brutally assess my own self-worth. Two years ago, my last full year of writing for DC Comics, I churned out 880 pages of comics and declared that to be Good. This year, 2012, I did 1198. If I can write one more…
If I ever feel like I’ve got too much work to do, I just think of Brian Wood, and then I feel better.