Friday, March 28, 2008

thoughts: Parkinson's Caused by Pesticides.

Why eat organic? This is one reason why, I guess. (BBC News) I know two people with Parkinson's, and it ain't pretty.

But this brings up another thought: Did they (they being the farmers, right?) think that the killer chemicals they were spraying all over their food to KILL KILL KILL all those little animals would never have an effect on the bigger animals eating the food? This seems as obvious as the Thalidomide Babies thing.

Big lesson here: Don't eat poison.

Pesticides & Parkinson's

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

thought for the day: You know you're fucked when even the Dalai Lama has given up hope.

Gurinder Osan/Associated Press
Gurinder Osan/Associated Press

I mean, I'm for non-violence as well, and I don't think that Tibetans should throw themselves on the fire when there's no hope of winning, but you're the Dalai Lama, and you say publicly that independence is "out of the question"?
Man, there goes another petal from the flower of life.

Press Trust of India
DHARAMSHALA, March 18: Facing increasing criticism for his "Middle way" policy, the Dalai Lama today threatened to quit as the head of the Tibetan exile movement if the unrest in Tibet got out of control and rejected Chinese charges that he was inciting violence there.
Asserting he did not want Independence for Tibet by wresting control from China, the 73-year-old spiritual leader also appealed to his fellow men to remain calm and not not to resort to violence. The Dalai Lama said he wanted “good relations” with China and that he is opposed to all forms of violence.
“If Tibetans choose violence in their agitation and if things become out of control (in Tibet) then my only option is to completely resign,” he told reporters at his home in Dharamshala, the headquarters of the Tibetan government-in-exile.
The Dalai Lama's comments came hours after Chinese Premier Mr Wen Jiabao blamed him for the violence in Tibet and said Beijing would only hold talks with the spiritual leader if he gave up Independence ambitions for his homeland. The Dalai Lama, however, made it clear “Independence is out of the question”. “Even if 1,000 Tibetans sacrifice their lives, it will not help.” Tibet's spiritual leader consistently insisted that he only wanted a high degree of autonomy for Tibet under Chinese rule. But his “Middle Way” policy ~ espousing non-violence and autonomy ~ has made him under attack from younger, more radical exiled Tibetans.

Monday, March 10, 2008


Leslie and the Lys, Devon Williams at the Echoplex, 3/7/08, LA WEEKLY

The Church of Glitter. Photos by Rena Kosnett.

For the rest of this review, body glitter = sweat. Iowa’s mainframe zaftig-white-female hip hop star, Leslie Hall, cleaned house at the Echoplex Friday night with her traveling circus act Leslie and the Lys. It looked like a neon fringe and gold lamè factory exploded all over Echo Park.

More than a musician, Leslie Hall is a movement, because Leslie could not do what she does (and she does it so well) at any other time than the present. She exists now as the result of a culture in whiplash from several pop commodity crashes: Suzanne Somers, Jazzercise, heroine-chic, daytime talk shows, the celebutante, Tony Robbins, and, of course, the Bedazzler.


Leslie rapped about being a Midwest Diva (she insists guys like to please those corn-fed girls in their WalMart jeans), killing zombies, and her ass, which she introduced with: “I’d like to sing a song about my butt cheeks. So round, so ripe.” I got the feeling that she wanted to be more sexually explicit than she was, as her hands kept creeping down from rubbing her gold covered belly to rubbing her gold covered groin; but, the good Midwestern girl she is, Leslie restrained herself, as there were several very young kids decked out in glitter and purple leggings at the show, holding up “We Love You Leslie” cardboard signs.

Hall was hilarious. She even made changing her costume an event by enveloping herself in a sheer sparkly fabric tube, which was held up by her lovely deadpan assistants, and then lingering inside it a little longer than necessary to build up anticipation for the new wondrous spandex concoction her mother had whipped up back in Ames (Momma makes all the costumes). Leslie showed her fan appreciation by talking and cooing to the audience (“I’ve had the chance to fall in love with a few of you”) and then calling individual internet superfans onto the stage—one young man walked up wearing a button T and khakis, but then ripped off his square outfit to reveal a glittery black and gold ensemble underneath. Three gem sweater-clad pre-teen girls were put on display for the Gem Sweater Initiation Process, reminiscent of the de-virginization ceremony new audience members have to undergo at the midnight screening of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. To officially ordain their gem sweaters, the girls had to defend their diva status, kneel in front of Leslie, and then get knocked on their asses as Leslie plowed into them while screaming the newly anointed name of their particular gem sweater, something along the lines of “clover kitten supreme taco truck” (I couldn’t really catch all the words, it was too insane). They were then lightly sprinkled with glitter and given an official sweater certificate.

Honestly, and I mean this without the slightest bit of sarcasm or irony, I cannot think of a single better role model for young girls. She preaches self-confidence, pride in body type, and being completely unashamed of having interests other people might consider lame. (That’s lame, not lamè.)


But, regardless of all that, she gave an amazing performance. She ended her encore with a freakin’ Coin Drop Windmill! As we all know, that’s one of the hardest breakdancing moves out there. When her lovely assistants ran up to her with a sparkling gold robe a là James Brown, which she kept tossing off before she finally acquiesced, I didn’t think it was at all a stretch, aside from it being made out of lycra spandex.


Devon Williams opened for Leslie and the Lys.

Los Angeles’ own Devon Williams opened the night with his backup band, the Allen Bleyle 3. I was elated when Williams played a cover of “Alex Chilton” towards the end of his set, not just because it's a killer song, but specifically because one of the notes I scribbled down in the first few minutes of Williams' playing was “Waiting for Somebody.” The same feeling of whimsical mischief felt when listening to Westerberg’s love song from the 1992 Singles soundtrack is aroused when hearing Williams’ innocent pop guitar and string arrangements. Just as The Replacements sound like the lighthearted black sheep of the early 90s (compositionally, not lyrically) when occasionally/awkwardly lumped into the same category as grunge superpowers Nirvana and Alice in Chains, Williams’ work stands out as effervescent defiance in the face of the indulgent psychadelia that is getting much of the local attention. Spindrift, Entrance, and Devendra Banhart are all acts that I have written about and very much appreciate, but Williams is unique in that he refuses to be another psych-folk-blues musician in Los Angeles. He’s just not having it. Instead, Williams writes refreshingly light tunes tinged with Westerberg-like self deprecation that could have been fitting on the soundtrack of any My So Called Life episode: songs for being distraught, but laughing about it.


I didn’t get to hear my favorite Devon Williams song, “Elevator,” which is played in house music rotation these days at Spaceland, and I’m not sure if that’s because I walked in a bit late or because he has decided he’s had enough of it and won’t play it anymore. I hope it’s not the latter, Mr. Williams, because that is a damn beautiful, nearly perfect song, clearly crafted with precision and dedication.
Devon Williams will be releasing a new record on Ba Da Bing! this April.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

thoughts: It's Always About Pussy (Two Great Videos)

These are the two greatest music-related videos I've seen so far this year.

The first one, about a giant vagina, brought to you by the creative wonders at Encyclopedia Pictura


The second one, guaranteed to get this man some ass, brought to you directly from HEAVEN.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

SPIRIT ARMY live review

Spirit Army at Spaceland, 2.29.08, LA WEEKLY

Dante Adrian, Spirit Army, Spaceland 2.29.08
Spirit Army like bubbles. Photos by Rena Kosnett

If you were concerned about local dynamic duo Dante Adrian and Jeff Ehrenberg vanishing from the music circuit because Starlite Desperation decided to call it quits, feel free to un-furrow your brow. Their first L.A. show since garnering new bassist Laena Myers-Ionita, as well a new band name, Spirit Army, the tag team ripped through tracks off their upcoming full length, Take It Personally, Friday night at Spaceland with the talent that sustained Starlite Desperation’s reputation as stellar performers through numerous years, numerous releases, and numerous record labels: Adrian’s vocals and Ehrenberg’s drumming.

Spirit Army, Spaceland 2.29.08

Constant as the Northern star, shaggy brunette Adrian will always strain his surprisingly strong and fluid vocal chords to their breaking point, and curly redhead Ehrenberg will always keep a beat while hamming it up—standing, swirling, throwing his sticks in the air, flashing hysterical facial expressions.

The new Spirit Army material is solid garage pop that balances Adrian’s graceful, almost feminine voice with Ehrenberg’s power percussion. There are already a few standout tracks just as stellar as SD songs “What I Want” and “Let It Burn”—particularly, their opener “Spirit Army” as well as “My Favorite Place” are insta-parties, jam-packed full of power chord fire and brimstone.

Spirit Army, Spaceland 2.29.08

Spirit Army, Spaceland 2.29.08

Myers-Ionita is definitely a member of the “Los Angeles Bass Vixen” club, but it took her a while to warm up—it didn’t seem like she started out the set with the same amount of confidence as her counterparts. That may be due to Adrian and Ehrenberg having so much previous experience as a creative force, or because it was only Spirit Army's second show together; but after ten minutes she was belting backup vocals and facing the audience with more enthusiasm.
Oh, and Ehrenberg has a new stage trick: bubbles.

Take It Personally will be released this summer on Ehrenberg’s label, Infrasonic.