Sunday, July 27, 2008

F YEAH FEST/TOUR interview & feature


F Yeah Fest/Tour interviews with Sean Carlson and Phil Hoelting, LA Weekly

F Yeah Tour Bus by Tod Seelie/Sucka Pants
Photos by Tod Seelie/Sucka Pants

Go, Greased Lightning! F Yeah Fest Tours U.S. on Veg-Fueled Bus
Is this the future of touring?


By RENA KOSNETT
Wednesday, July 23, 2008 - 4:30 pm

Los Angeles’ independent-music festival the F Yeah Fest just concluded a four-week continental loop around the Eastern, Southern and Midwestern U.S. in a vegetable-oil- and diesel-powered Blue Bird school bus. At various intervals, the inhabitants of this French-fried freight included Monotonix, Team Robespierre, Totally Michael, Josh Fadem, Matt & Kim, the Death Set, Crystal Antlers, Dan Deacon, Microcosm Publishing, Space 1026 art collective, Videothing, Sucka Pants photography and various tour managers, heartbreakers and foreign legionnaires (just kidding, but Monotonix are from Tel Aviv, so they’ve most likely had stints in the IDF).

The F Yeah Tour ended last week, with a show in Brooklyn headlined by the Circle Jerks (singer Keith Morris is one of the festival’s organizers). But Sean Carlson, the festival’s other organizer, and Phil Hoelting, one of the tour managers, have plans to continue this ecological and monetarily friendly way of touring the West Coast and abroad this fall. L.A. Weekly spoke with Carlson and Hoelting via telephone this week.


L.A. WEEKLY: What has surprised you most about touring by bus?


Phil Hoelting: How amazing it is to be able to find vegetable oil, the accessibility of it. Everyone that’s been touring now have their eyes trained to search for veggie oil. We get our hands dirty and dive into these oil troughs behind restaurants. When you find a grease trough filled with hundreds of gallons of oil, it’s like a gold rush. You’d never think these emotions exist. Finding good, clean grease and not being able to take it all in the tanks was the worst feeling. I’ll never forget Amarillo, Texas, for that reason.

Sean Carlson: Each bathroom break takes 45 minutes. The daily drama of getting everyone back to the bus. Everyone scatters at night to be with their friends, so if we have a noon leave time, we have to wake up at 9 a.m. If someone wants to sleep in at their friend’s house and not pick up their phone in the morning, we all end up standing outside the bus and waiting.

Does the bus have a name?
PH: Greased Lightning. The original name was Too Fast For Love. Ami, the singer for Monotonix, came up with that name. But then I was looking on the weather map on my phone and there were lightning storms everywhere, so we came up with the current name.

What’s been the most successful part of your journey?
SC: That the first show happened. That we got out of California. That the bus works. That we haven’t crashed. I don’t want to jinx it, but we’ve made it happen. Putting together a tour isn’t an easy thing. Phil and the crew help me a lot running the day-to-day. But there are a million other things, logistics, that go with it, which I’ve had to fly back and forth from the tour to L.A. to deal with — stuff for the F Yeah Fest.

Also, it’s amazing that we haven’t been pulled over yet, and that the bus hasn’t been broken into. In Atlanta, we had to park in front of a housing project, and it was my turn to sleep in the bus — every night, someone takes the responsibility of sleeping in the bus. But I couldn’t sleep because all night I kept hearing people muttering outside, “What’s in there?” I was holding a baseball bat and lying in the seat, and thinking to myself, “I’m gonna hit someone when they try to come in. I’m gonna hit someone and then they’re going to kill me.” Thankfully, none of that happened.

PH: Not counting oil scores? Well, we broke down three times, and each time, we un-broke down, which was a major success. We were leaving Alabama, after playing this amazing venue, the Bottle Tree, and Donovan [Lenker, one of the tour crew] was making a U-turn into a driveway, and our U-Haul trailer jackknifed and we got stuck. Eventually, we got AAA to come out, but by that time we had tried for so long to get unstuck that the wheels stopped turning. That was the first time the tour “was over.” I literally laid down on the ground and threw my keys, which I consequently lost, and fell asleep. But this local guy shows up, and he’s, like, “Hey, man, what’s the problem here? Let me have a look.” He brought a calm energy to the situation. Turns out we’d killed all the air pressure in the bus by trying to move, so we just had to let it rest.

Another time, about 30 miles outside of Pensacola, we ran out of diesel in a town that, we soon found out, had no diesel fuel. We called AAA, but they told us our best bet was to call 911. They said, “We don’t deliver diesel fuel, and we don’t tow buses.” That was the second time the tour “was over.” But I approached this really nice old man in this very small Christian town we were stuck in, and he made a phone call to another gas station 30 miles outside of town, and they actually brought us diesel fuel.

Anyone who gets on this bus realizes that it’s a lot of work. It’s free fuel, but it’s a hard time. When you go prowling for veggie oil, you just have to act like you know what you’re doing, so you don’t attract attention. We’re all definitely prepared to have “the talk” with police if they ever stop us — there are some issues because we’re not paying gas taxes when we run on vegetable oil. But, hopefully, the police will just be cool about it and let us go.

Describe the scariest experience involving bus nudity.
SC: Man, I’m sober 14 days on the tour, and then one time I get photographed naked and that photo gets on the Sucka Pants Web site and everyone thinks I’m naked all the time.

I didn’t ask about you personally, I just asked about general bus nudity.
SC: Sometimes we get naked on the bus. We got naked in Birmingham after a couple bottles of whiskey. I have a girlfriend, so I don’t really care. The sexual frustration is through the roof on the bus, though. It doesn’t even matter if you’re a boy or a girl anymore. We end up spending a lot of time spooning and holding one another.

PH: Sean’s the only one who gets to answer that.

Do any of the people at the shows already know what the F Yeah Fest is?
SC: Yeah, absolutely. Every city has a lot of press, and it’s going over really well. They know what I do and what Keith does, so it’s nice. Right now, F Yeah Fest is just a show to them, but, hopefully, in a couple years it’ll grow into something that they recognize. Next, we’re planning to go to Japan and Australia with the band Fucked Up in December. We’re also starting the West Coast tour.

Ken Kesey’s bus trip with his Merry Pranksters in The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test is now symbolic of the psychedelic movement and the beginnings of New Journalism. What will the F Yeah Fest and Greased Lightning come to represent?

PH:
Finding a way to give smaller bands opportunities to tour during these unstable [times of] insane gas prices. We can tour the country for very little money by running on vegetable oil. The venues can’t even give bands guarantees to cover gas money right now. With Sean, I want to package tours for bands that maybe couldn’t do it otherwise.

SC: Being young. Being dumb. Having fun. Enjoying your youth for as long as possible. No one helped me when I was 18 and started F Yeah Fest. Everyone thought this tour would be a bust. But we’ve done it.


F Yeah Tour by Todd Seelie/Sucka Pants

F Yeah Tour oil score by Tod Seelie/Sucka Pants

For more photos and other fun stuff, visit Sucka Pants

Thursday, July 24, 2008

video of the week: We Belong


This gets the award for: Most Unexpected Use of Pat Benatar.


Thursday, July 17, 2008

KING KHAN & THE SHRINES live review



Live review, LA Weekly

King Khan & The Shrines
All photos by Ignacio Genzon.


King Khan & The Shrines at The Echo 7.10.08
by Rena Kosnett
July 11, 2008 7:15 AM

Touring on the heels of their first kiss with Vice Records, the brother-from-an-Indian-mother King Khan led his keyboard, guitar, bass, brass, rhythm, and booty section through a dozen or so tracks off of their new compilation album, The Supreme Genius of King Khan and the Shrines, as well as a Spits cover and a rendition of Bowie's "Rebel Rebel," in the uncomfortably crowded Echo last night. King Khan, a French-Canadian of Indian decent currently residing in Berlin with his growing family of rug rats, usually tours the U.S. with his Canadian counterpart and former Spaceshits band mate BBQ (alias Mark Sultan) as The King Khan and BBQ Show, which has deservedly garnered him a large fan base in North America. King Khan and the Shrines, though, have been playing mainly Europe, until the recent backing of Vice enabled Khan to ship his world-spread band on an American tour; so most of the material on the new record has been released before, but not heard live by KK & BBQ-loving rock n' rollers on this side of the globe. King Khan & The Shrines put up a gonzo-soul act in the tradition of James Brown, Otis Redding, and the Sun Ra Arkestra, and take it to a level that is either extreme emulation or poignant satire, depending on the tune.

My favorite track on Supreme Genius, "Took My Lady To Dinner"--which clearly falls into the latter category, was left off the play list, unfortunately. The lyrics make me crack up every time I hear them ("My baby's sooo fat and ugly"). But the Shrines made high energy feats of “Tell Me,” and “Land of the Freak,” which, with their heavy saxophone and trumpet funkadelics, are two of the most heavily Stax-referential songs on the record. “Welfare Bread,” previously released on the 2007 Hazelwood Records full-length What Is?!, is so smooth and mellow, harkening Joe Tex/Marvin Gaye-style cool, it makes me wonder if people are actually listening to the lyrics, which, again, make me crack up in a way some people actually living on welfare may think is inappropriate: “You don’t have to pay your bills anymore/You can just eat my welfare bread.” Dressed in a cape and sparkly mask (think Blowfly), Khan’s crowning achievement was his signature Shrines call-and-response break about re-entering his lover’s vagina in an attempt to be reborn. Although the motivation of his gospel doesn’t change, Khan’s description modified from previous recordings of the whole-body rebirth sermon: after he finally got his other leg in, the line of the night was “And let me tell ya’, it was all beach. No sand, allll beach.”

King Khan & The Shrines

King Khan & The Shrines

King Khan & The Shrines

King Khan & The Shrines

Saturday, July 12, 2008

COASTAL STATES gallery opening tonight!


COASTAL STATES, a group photography and video exhibition from the art collective From Here To There, opens tonight in Highland Park from 7-10pm at Monte Vista Projects.

Gilda Davidian, Nacho Genzon, Rena Kosnett, Jeff McLane, Katie Shapiro

5442 Monte Vista Street
(at Figueroa and 54th)

For more information please visit www.montevistaprojects.com


See you there!

Coastal States web card

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

thoughts: Proof that Idiocracy lives--The dumbest company ever.

I've been trying to pay my student loans online, but it didn't go through.

So I called the 800 number for ACS Campus Products and Services.. And I got some guy named Josh. This was a snippet of our mind-bending conversation, word-for-word. NO EMBELLISHMENT.


Rena: "I've been trying to pay my student loan online but it's not showing up on my account or my bank statement."

Josh: "According to my records you never tried to pay your balance. You don't even have an account online."

Rena: "Yes, yes I did, and I do. I have the confirmation number for my payment. It's--"

Josh: "We don't keep confirmation numbers."

Rena: "You don't keep confirmation numbers? Then what's the point of giving them?"

Josh: "They're only filed if the payment goes through."

Rena: "You only keep confirmation numbers if the payment goes through? Then what's the point of them at all? If they've gone through then there's nothing to confirm. You would only need to reference a confirmation number if there was some sort of problem."

Josh: "That's just the way it is."

Rena: "OK. That's the way it is. Can you look up the latest activity on my account and tell me if the payment has been scheduled or if I need to pay again?"

Josh: "You don't have an account online with us."

Rena: "Um. OK. Yes I do. I have emails from my online account and my useless confirmation numbers for my payments, and my user name and login."

Josh: "Well your account isn't showing up in our system."

Rena: "OK. Where do we go from here? Do you have a supervisor that can help me fix the problems with my online account?"

Josh: "I am the supervisor."

Rena: "[Sighh...]"

What is this, Orwellian times Huxley era Idiocracy bullshit?

SPECTRUM catalogue books for sale

We're selling these catalogue books of the SPECTRUM Polaroids at-cost. They're really beautiful--put together by Katie Shapiro. The book preview on the Blurb site only shows red, orange, and yellow. There are 2 polaroids of all 11 colors. We sold out of soft-cover books at the opening.

By From Here to There

Friday, June 27, 2008

"SPECTRUM" PHOTO SHOW TONIGHT! & free MAE SHI show!


Tonight! 6-9pm

The art collective I work with, From Here To There, is having a opening tonight. The work is from 11 people and is all polaroids, in celebration of the iconic discontinued format and its framing of our everyday life & extraordinary occurrences.

2 loud bands are going to be playing, the Mae Shi, and Ghiant, and it will be a noisy and fun party.

Sugar Salon/Azucar Gallery, 3022 Sunset Blvd, 90026, right next to the Silverlake Lounge. 323.666.7000

spectrum web card

Sunday, June 22, 2008

thoughts: Today is the 64th anniversary of the GI Bill


A little bit of trivia: today is the 64th anniversary of the GI Bill. I wonder what all the vets dropping out of Cal State L.A. due to lack of government-subsidized tuition funds are thinking about these checks...? Food for thought..

Here are some photos of that proud moment:

GI Bill, aka “The Servicemen’s Readjustment Act of 1944”


Franklin Roosevelt signing the GI Bill, 1944
Franklin Roosevelt signing the GI Bill, aka “The Servicemen’s Readjustment Act of 1944”

GI Bill vets
Veterans in New York City wait for school counseling on the last day to file papers under the GI Bill, July 1951. In a new book political scientist and historian Ira Katznelson argues that the GI Bill, along with Social Security and New Deal labor laws, were racially discriminatory. (Bettman / Corbis Photo)

Thursday, June 12, 2008

MOCA & TARGET VIDEO event review

Link:TARGET VIDEO @ MOCA, 6.7.08, LA WEEKLY

Target Video screens a 2-hour compilation video at MOCA's Geffen Contemporary, as part of the CineMOCA festival.

Photos by Rena Kosnett.

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Blood brothers: Germs drummer Don Bolles and the night's music programmer, Henry Rollins.


The turn-out for the Target Video screening was solid, mostly 30 and 40 somethings fanning the flame of the old mohawk spirit, but there were younger curious people as well, many of whom, when asked, had never heard of Target Video. The Gun Club portions of the screening were what really captured my attention, as Jeffrey Lee Pierce's haunting wail has always occupied a chamber in my heart; but I couldn't shake the distraction of the odd setting. On one end there was a film playing highlighting 1980s punk kids and their battle to tape up homemade flyers, and on the other end was an Infiniti for sale.

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And an Infiniti salesman.

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Talkin' shop.

Not to mention $8 Heinekens, and $6 hot dogs. And the chips? I think they were $2.50. Punk rock.

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A confusing mixture of endorsements. Hypocritical? Perhaps. Oxymoronic? Maybe. But it definitely sucked all of what was left of the revolutionary appeal of those Target videos right out. Why hold a screening to pay homage to a certain time when the very thesis of the movement in question is being negated by the surrounding corporate sponsorship? There's nothing wrong with getting paid, and the arts are definitely underfunded in this country--it's just that when you hold the purpose up to be something it isn't...I hate to use the words "douche bag," but if the shoe fits...

More photos:

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Target Video founder Joe Rees.

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Videothing gets Jim Freek's take.

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These kids were saying they're in a band...parents, please stop them or they'll end up like these guys:

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But that actually wouldn't be so bad. These people were sweet as hell.

COMMENTS
There are 3 comments posted for this article.

Target Video got zero for this show. Henry Rollins got zero for the show. MOCA made no money from "the bar." It was run by a third party. Nothing would have happened with out sponsorship of the MOCA series. Yes, the arts are indeed under funded. What was your contribution?
The hypocrisy seems to be when one spouts on about something without facts.

Posted on June 12, 2008 9:55 AM by Jackie Sharp


Re: Jackie
One $8 Heineken.
It was Target Video's choice to have the screening at MOCA. There are numerous other "punk" venues around Los Angeles where a screening would have been monumental, and uncompromised, and Target Video may have even been able to walk away with some cash- 6th street warehouse, 1830, The Smell, Tiny Creatures, etc.
I also would have loved to talk to Target Video about the current museum attention, but this reporter's attempts at communication went unanswered. Before the screening, Mr. Rees said it was important to spread the word about DIY art, and punk roots, etc. Kinda hard to take that seriously when chattering about "horse power" and "miles per gallon" are heard over your shoulder.
Museums are institutions. And institutions are antithetical to the very basis of what punk and the subjects of Target Video were about. WIth the clear hand that corporate sponsorship had in the event, I felt I would be remiss to not point out the pink Infiniti in the room.
I appreciate your comment, though. It's hard for the arts right now.

Posted on June 12, 2008 12:21 PM by Rena


Constitutionally, the MOCA and punk rock have very little in common.
Punk rock – and I mean if you want to use Marcus and Kuenzli’s thesis, which I agree with – is rooted in the modernist negation known as dada. (Henri Lefebvre made a similar comment – not about punk rock but stating current events occurring in the negation were indebted to happenings in a Zurich Café in 1916.) Dada – as described by Hugo Ball -- was about anarchism of the spirit. Or it was about nothing (Tristan Tzara), take your pick. The ethos of punk rock -- whether participants are consciously or subconsciously aware of it -- is rooted in this movement (dada). Dada provided a possibility for punk rock to exist; it gave it its lexicon, and without a precedent, without people having the faculty to say “no,” punk rock would not exist: the concept wouldn’t have been born. (Similarly, Surrealism and the situationists would not have occurred without dada, just as dada most likely would not have occurred without the help of Marx and Bakunin.) These events – dada, punk rock, whatever – took place outside of consumer culture (i.e. in the negation). So, as Rena pointed out, having them at the same place – punk rock and consumer culture -- is a paradox. Then again, this gets back to Herbert Marcuse’s theory that capitalism will eventually engulf people/events/happenings on the periphery. In this case, it took Target video about 25 years to get there.
And I mean look at the more conspicuous: Jeffrey Lee Pierce’s mug on a screen in the Getty? Come on. The dude was as iconoclastic as they came. And broke as hell his whole life.
Also, your statement: “The hypocrisy seems to be when one spouts on about something without facts,” is foolish. There are facts there. Beer was $8. That’s goes in someone’s pocket. (Book a show at the artist collective the Cog in Echo Park. Beers are $1 or you can bring your own.) Also, there’s a fucking Infiniti at the gallery. Now, please explain to me the nexus between Jeffrey Lee Pierce and an Infiniti. Because the night relied on some of Pierce’s groundbreaking as a musician, and I can tell you secondhand that Jeffrey Lee Pierce owned one car in his life (a mid-‘60s Mustang) that he drove straight to hell and left abandoned on the 101. He never owned another one. (But not knowing that the 12-year-old kid here might somehow build a connection between "Gun Club and Infiniti," which was the latter's intention.)
And I mean this argument goes back to Marcel Duchamp trying to do away with things like trustees (which the MOCA has) when he was working with Katherine Dreir. He failed in that respect (the institution of the museum is still constitutionally the same – reflecting middle class/upper class culture and ideals).
It takes a lot to stand up and write a critical piece like this. Contrary to what you think, this is one person’s opinion stacked up against many peoples’ who hold this exhibition up as some sort of success. Which it wasn’t. It sucked.
(Although I want to say that people like Henry Rollins and Don Bolles depicted in it certainly do not. I hold their accomplishments in high regard. Target Video in its heyday captured some amazing things – notably the Screamers. Then again, this article had nothing to do with Target as entity but the stupidity of the event.)

Posted on June 12, 2008 1:21 PM by Ryan Leach

I SEE HAWKS IN L.A. photos

Link:I SEE HAWKS IN L.A. WITH THE CHAPIN SISTERS @ THE ECHO 6.8.08

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Photos by Rena Kosnett.

Los Angeles' own country heroes, I See Hawks In L.A., celebrated the release of their 4th album, Hallowed Ground, at the Echo. The Chapin Sisters proclaimed their love for I See Hawks by singing a few numbers with the quartet before the guests of honor wrastled the mic. The first number that vocalist Rob Waller sang, "Yolo Country Airport," had the opening lyrics: "Well I'm drunk, I'm stoned, and I'm tired." Of course I immediately thought, "Me too!" That's the nice thing about I See Hawks--they make you feel right at home. Couples were swirling around the floor, grinning from ear to ear and two-stepping their hearts out. And their senior superfans were right up front, singing along to all the lyrics of the NEW songs! Awesome. If anyone lives in Los Angeles, is a fan of country music, and hasn't yet discovered I See Hawks In L.A., now is the time. They are a county treasure, keeping up the spirit of Gram Parsons and Dillard & Clark.

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Thursday, May 22, 2008

LANGHORNE SLIM record review

Langhorne Slim record review, LA WEEKLY

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In a recent Razorcake interview, Greg Cartwright of the Reigning Sound theorized that nowadays, musicians who are trying to emulate roots music aren’t capable of delivering effectively because they’re too good. This statement may seem like a grave impropriety, but alas, it proves true: The presentation, the production value, the musicianship are overly perfected and therefore don’t capture the original home-fried palette of the greats being echoed. This Langhorne Slim record falls into that category. He is a damn good musician, but akin to bands like Old Crow Medicine Show, the music is too tame; lovely but bootless. It is easy to envision Langhorne Slim accumulating fans with this record, as tracks “Rebel Side of Heaven” and “Oh Honey” especially have catchy hooks, but as the lyrics in “Restless” state, “I felt restless and I felt soft/I didn’t know anymore who I was ripping off.” Agreed. “Oh Honey” is the gem of the album (also the shortest track), an antilove song in the tradition of “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right” but sans the stinging poeticisms that make Dylan’s 1963 classic indispensable.

—Rena Kosnett

Langhorne Slim
Photos: Drew Goren : splendidzine.com

Thursday, May 15, 2008

DAVID HINNEBUSCH feature

Santa Monica painter David Hinnebusch profiled in the LA Weekly 2008 People Issue

David Hinnebusch by Kevin Scanlon
Photo by Kevin Scanlon

David Hinnebusch
The outsider
By RENA KOSNETT
Wednesday, May 14, 2008 - 12:00 pm

For Santa Monica painter David Hinnebusch, artistic exploration has evolved over his 43 years mostly as a solo endeavor. Although he says he has been blessed with amazing friends and supporters throughout his life, he will be the first to tell you that he’s always felt like an outsider.

As a burgeoning African linguistics scholar, Hinnebusch’s father moved his wife and three children, of which David is the eldest, from Pittsburgh to Tanzania, back to Pittsburgh, then Kenya, and finally accepted a professorship at UCLA. Hinnebusch recalls growing up in Africa with mixed emotions. “I was one of the only white kids, and European kids were picked on. It was always ‘Yank’ this, and ‘Yank’ that.” However, traveling back and forth between the United States and Africa during the political tumult of the late ’60s did serve to develop David’s worldly and inquisitive nature at a very green age. He remembers a question he posed to his father at Uganda’s Entebbe International Airport. “I was about 4, and while we were waiting to get on a plane, I went to my father and asked ‘Dad, who’s crazier, Idi Amin or Richard Nixon?’ I think he was stunned.”

As an outlet between the ages of 5 and 11, young David wrote and illustrated his own stories, creating a collection of books filled with the kind of words and imagery that make child psychologists salivate — particularly one storybook written in Nairobi, the title of which reads as a testament to the teasings of his youth: The War Boys of U.S.A.

This brand of heavy introspection followed Hinnebusch through his teenage years as a student at West L.A.’s University High, and manifested in depression, eventually leading to heavy drug use. Bad drugs. The kind of drugs that his professor father and microbiologist mother would not tolerate. From his account, his parents finally broke through their parental denial and confronted him in 1986 on the day the Challenger shuttle exploded. “I was fucked-up and had no reaction to this gigantic, horrific disaster. That’s when they really saw what was going on.” With their help, Hinnebusch struggled through many relapses to eventually reach sobriety in 1989.

Since then, he has been dedicated to his painting. His work can be likened to that of Jean-Michel Basquiat, if Basquiat had lived on the West Coast, been white and succeeded in kicking his heroin habit.

For a brief stint in the late ’90s, after attending the Santa Monica College of Design Art & Architecture for two years, Hinnebusch could be seen selling paintings on the Venice boardwalk, but skin cancer and peer annoyance drove him out of that arena, which was probably for the best. Enough people had already been exposed to his work, however, to generate a strong word-of-mouth following. When reviewing this year’s L.A. Weekly annual biennial, coagula.livejournal.com, wrote, “Even David Hinnebusch was there, so you know it was a scene.”

His projects are numerous, and his thought process scattered — evident in the way he’s built his Web site, fakeart.net, which has a haywire, John Forbes Nash–like layout and equally vexing navigation. But Hinnebusch has put tidbits of most of his endeavors online, in some form or another. He designs a line of clothing adorned with his illustrations, and is the proprietor of a custom surfboard company. He still sings (screams?) in Sunset Strip nightclubs with Entropy, the skater-hardcore punk band he formed in 1983, named after Jeremy Rifkin’s controversial 1980 book Entropy: A New World View.

Most importantly, Hinnebusch adds to the landscape of Santa Monica simply by being part of it. His wide, exceptionally charming grin can be seen from across the room at gallery openings, and he possesses such on-point charisma and impressionable confidence, one could imagine he acquired his magnetism almost as a survival trait (he does seem to have many admirers belonging to the fairer of the sexes).

I asked Hinnebusch if he has any enemies, a question that made him pause and sit back in his chair. His answer included his signature lemons-to-lemonade spin: “Well, there was this one guy who really hated me. He would always walk past me on Venice and yell out, ‘How’s it going with your fake art?’ But I actually liked that phrase so much, I took it as my trademark. So it all worked out.”

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

TIM & ERIC'S AWESOME SHOW live review, photos

Tim & Eric's Awesome Show live @ the Echoplex 5.5.08, LA WEEKLY

more disgusting yet amazing photos from the show here

Tim & Eric's Awesome Show @ Echoplex 5.5.08
They're so sweet and innocent. Photos by Rena Kosnett.

Writing about the experience of seeing Tim & Eric’s Awesome Show Great Job! live on tour would be akin to dancing about architecture—some weird, fucked up architecture. It was the craziest thing I’ve ever seen.

One certainty is that the live show is a thousand times better than seeing Tim & Eric on TV, or watching videos on Youtube, because in addition to watching and hearing them, you can smell and taste Tim & Eric as well. Some highlights: an instructional video about properly poisoning your child clown slave, Papa John’s email upgrades, a prayer for Robin Williams, enlarged testicle bodysuits, a video with John C. Reilly eating paninis prepared with horse grease and then saying "Ooh, it smells like horse."

Tim & Eric's Awesome Show @ Echoplex 5.5.08

Tim & Eric did indeed kiss. They did indeed throw pizza and hot dogs into the audience, so if you’re planning on going to the encore performance tonight, go hungry (and early, as the Echoplex was entirely sold out). They did indeed vomit. They did indeed physically abuse their stage crew and curse at the audience. There was a naked guy (some of you may recognize his genitals from his one night performance as the naked guy at LA Weekly’s Third Annual Biennial). Awesome show, guys! Great Job. Here are some photos.

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Tim & Eric's Awesome Show @ Echoplex 5.5.08

Thursday, May 1, 2008

YEASAYER live review

Yeasayer at the Ukranian Culture Center, 4.25.08, LA WEEKLY

I can’t freakin' wait until Yeasayer come back to Los Angeles. I feel itchy knowing that last Friday's show at the Ukranian Culture Center on Melrose was their only L.A. engagement.

Yeasayer is one band that requires you to hold your impressions until you’ve seen their live performance. As interesting as the single “2080” is for the dooming lyrics and the ethereal use of chant-like synthesized vocals, it can seem a little Ren-fair. And that’s totally why many people like it; it’s the Peter-Gabriel-trying-to-perform-like-David-Byrne throwback. Also, during the song “Sunrise,” I just can’t stop thinking of Traffic’s “Low Spark of High Heeled Boys.” The music could easily slip into the realm of, well, dorky. Compared to their oft-likened kindred spirits TV On The Radio, “Final Path” makes Yeasayer seem like TVOTR’s extremely smart, pimply, Magic: The Gathering little cousin.

But Yeasayer were crowned Ukranian Kings Friday night in that crazy (and really cool) hall, for two reasons. 1) the keyboardist and lead singer, Chris Keating, is a gifted performer, and confident as hell. His face and body contort under the dense pressure of their music and lyrics, almost to the point where he looks pained. It’s hypnotizing. If he hadn't been as entrancing, the live show would've been completely different. And 2) I haven’t seen such an stupendous light display feat since I was 12 years old and went to the observatory to watch the Pink Floyd laserium show. Straight out of Big Brother and the Holding Company. When I saw A Place to Bury Strangers powering through their “Ocean” finale a few months ago, I didn’t want to bob my head or blink because I was afraid of missing something. During Yeasayer, I may as well have been dipped in carbon freeze.

Yeasayer. Go see them. Go to the ends of the earth if you need to. Their music would be perfect along the way.

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Groovy. Photos by Rena Kosnett