Photo by Pieter Van Hattem Seattle, WA Neumo’s April 29, 2007 “This show doesn’t count!” said Dick Valentine. “We’re in-between albums right now, so this one’s unofficial.” I leaned against the railing of the balcony at Neumo’s cheering with every bit of Tuesday night enthusiasm I could muster as the band took stage. The six […]
Author: Kenny Ball
I will be writing and playing music always. I'm not much of an accountant, and politics always spooked me. So it's music--and it's writing. I graduated in the winter of 2006 from The Evergreen State College with a BA focusing on
Creative Writing/Western Lit. and Journalism and I've been writing every day since. I love music too. I love listening to it, I love playing it, and
above all else I love it's potential for bringing about social change. I also like food quiet a bit, since you asked.
A heavy and spastic electro-ghetto sound has been spreading west from New York City like a tidal wave, forcing everything in its path to dance; and in the process, making me very, very happy.
Rating: 5.5 The truth? This is nothing new. Conor Oberst is a brilliant writer who can’t seem to do wrong with his lyrics. His poetic folk-pop verses wrench your gut like a bad break-up or a book that entertains you every time you read it—never getting old, always simple and beautiful.
Tractor Tavern Seattle, WA February 15th 2007 “The band requested that there weren’t chairs I guess?” I overheard a man in a flannel shirt say. “That’s shitty, I’m tired.” The woman with him, I presume was his date, had her arms crossed and was looking around the room for a chair. The only seats available […]
The Trucks have gained one very skeptical fan in this writer. I can’t stand it when music is directed at a specific audience. I hated every single, critically acclaimed Sleater-Kinney album because I felt so completely alienated by their lyrics, their fan base, and often their message. I would go as far as to say […]
Rating: 7.25 Imagine being in one of the coldest places in the world—a land known for desolation and long, dark nights. And imagine being in a packed club filled with the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen, dripping with sweat from hours of dancing. Sound nice?
It seems to me that every year I find myself less and less interested with new music and more and more buried into the endless catacomb of 70’s rock and 80’s New York City art/rock shit. This year some new talent—as well as some of music’s staple recording artists—have shown up on the billboard charts. […]