Amoeba Records owners believe it’s high time they add pot dispensary to Berkeley store: “In the fight to stay alive, indie music companies like Amoeba Records are having to get creative to keep their heads above water. One way to keep the business in the black? Offer a side of marijuana to accompany the music.”
High School club goes vinyl: Indian Hill High School students in Vinyl Club share passion for records. Members also deejaying at various events. “As far as some Indian Hill High School students are concerned, vinyl still rocks.“
Crosley C-Series turntables targets more discerning vinyl lovers: “Known for its plug ’n’ play all-in-one turntable systems, such as the hipster’s favourite, the Crosley Cruiser, the American manufacturer has now released a more serious range of record players for ‘vinyl lovers.'”
Vinyl Records Are Making A Comeback: “Records are not just being revitalized for people who grew up with them, both Sound Garden and HIONFI said they see people in middle school, high school and college come in to purchase records.”
“Cassette tapes make surprise comeback: Those things you used to listen to on Walkmans and car stereos before CDs came along have been discovered by a new audience of consumers, and apparently there are some purists and older folks who like rewinding and fast-forwarding to find their favorite songs who have been buying them all along.”
Vinyl sales take off as it recovers its groove: Figures released by Gfk Chart-Track, a London-based company which has been compiling the Irish charts since 1992, show that 47,463 vinyl LPs and 3,728 vinyl EPs have been sold so far this year. The combined sale of 51,191 is 60% ahead of the 30,605 sold in the same period last year.
Legendary house producer—and one that Chicago is proud to call its own—Derrick Carter kicked off the evening with a two-hour set of constant dance-worthy moments. Jamie XX followed with his own 120 minute set of acute orchestration, peppering hits from one of the best albums of the year, his In Colour, with rarities that will soon achieve a regularity of play thanks to his epic live DJ sets.
While Chicago was spoiled with a Derrick Carter opening set that was worthy of a closing one, Jamie XX is still worth the price of admission should he be coming to a town near you this year. If nothing else (and there is certainly much) Jamie XX has resurrected the disco ball from its disco prison. Trust me, the light show is a vision.
Downsizing is usually not the case for bands. But songwriter Joshua Hanson has cut the size of his band Yellow Red Sparks by a third.
The band began in Orange County, CA., as a folk rock trio with its first release A Play to End All Plays in 2012. Now Hanson, paired only with bassist and singer Sara Lynn Nishikawa, can more directly get out his tuneful, personal songs of ache and mystery that won him the International Songwriting Competition earlier this year.
Drummer Darren Goldstein still seems to be around, though, as when his military beat kicks off “Violet,” the track that The Vinyl District is pleased to premiere right here.
The typically melodic track about the lure of a woman after two decades leads to the chorus, “I’ve known Violet 20 odd years, And she haunts me now.” It’s the penultimate track from the new six-song Yellow Red Sparks EP, “New Fangs Old Pangs,” due out October 16 on that similarly downsized format, the EP.
All jokes aside, New Jersey is a pretty great place. While it has a lot to offer as a state, it also has a rich musical history of which many people remain unaware. Everyone knows Sinatra and The Boss, but there’s much more.
Tune in to Garden State Sound with Evan Toth to explore the diverse music with connections to New Jersey. You’ll hear in-depth interviews with some of Jersey’s best music makers and have the opportunity win tickets to some of the best concerts in the state.
Many have been through Atlantic City, the rest know it—they are aware. But, few can identify it as a home, a base, a place where they grew up. John Arthur and Cristofer Slotoroff from The Deafening Colors met as mere teens. They know each other well and they know New Jersey, they are ready to use the Garden State as a model for their canvas.
Is Carousel Season a New Jersey concept album? Kind of. It starts by driving a heart full of damage down the “Parkway South” and brings us past Atlantic City and to other locations that hug the Atlantic Ocean. It’s an album of myriad textures and sounds: voices (John) and all other instruments (Cris) beautifully harken the California Sound—via NJ—and haunt your speakers.
Hey, out of towners: play this record to get a better idea of what it feels like to pull a fast Cadillac onto the Atlantic City Expressway on a dark afternoon weekday during late winter. It’s shiny, beautiful, well-constructed, but it’s also a little creepy, parched, foreboding.” —EZT
Kinky Friedman is a bona fide legend and Renaissance man. The country singer-songwriter responsible for such great songs as “Ride ‘em Jewboy” and “They Ain’t Makin’ Jews Like Jesus Anymore,” the author responsible for a score of mystery novels starring one Kinky Friedman, private detective, and a candidate for higher office on several occasions, you never know what Friedman is going to get up to next.
His latest triumph is a studio LP, his first in well over three decades, called The Loneliest Man I Ever Met. And it’s a surprise. Absent are the hilarious off-color tunes that made him notorious–the target of attacks by feminists, the Jewish Defense League, and Austin City Limits, which made Kinky’s the only show it ever declined to actually broadcast.
Instead of ribaldry and casual blasphemy, The Loneliest Man I Ever Met is a dead serious affair, featuring three completely wholesome Kinky originals and a handful of G-rated covers by the likes of Willie Nelson, Merle Haggard, Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Tom Waits, Warren Zevon, and several others. Okay, so the Zevon song (“My Shit’s Fucked Up”) isn’t G-rated. But Kinky wouldn’t be Kinky if he didn’t step over the line at least once.
I got a chance to talk to Kinky by phone, and he was in prime form, quoting Winston Churchill and the “Hillbilly Dalai Lama” Willie Nelson and in general declining to edit anything that came out of his mouth. It’s what makes him so endearing. The fella just obviously doesn’t give a shit.
Of all the honky-tonkin’ hillbilly shit-kickin’ country-western stars ever to write a song about occupying a lonely bar stool, Moe Bandy is one of my favorites. And not just because he has a name that would be more appropriate for a Borscht Belt comedian. No, I love him because he sings mostly about honky tonk infidelity, and who doesn’t love a good cheatin’ song? He’s the King of Barstool Mountain, says it right in a song. He also delivers one of the finest lines in honky tonk mythology, to wit, “I just threw my last bottle at the juke box.” That, friends, is country music poetry at its best.
Bandy, a former rodeo bronco-buster and bull-rider turned sheet metal worker—a job he held for 12 years while trying to get his music career on track–finally broke and was huge in the late seventies and early eighties, but it’s been a while since any of his new songs have been played on country radio, which is his fault because he sanded off all his rough edges and got slick in order to stay abreast of the times, and it backfired. Now he stays close to his club in Branson, Missouri, and plays for a crowd that still loves to hear such cheatin’ numbers as “I Just Started Hatin’ Cheatin’ Songs Today” and “I Cheated Me Right Out of You.” To say nothing of the great “Just Good Ol’ Boys,” a non-cheating song on which he was joined by Joe Stampley—the pair that gave us “Where’s the Dress?,” an amusing novelty tune about Boy George that pissed off a lot of people, including Boy George himself.
I’m not going to lie to you; when he isn’t bemoaning the women he’s lost due to his thirst for liquor and wandering eye, he’s fully capable of singing maudlin numbers that I can’t abide. Like “Americana,” a slice of slick patriotic treacle that causes my gorge to rise. So awful it got played at George Bush’s inauguration, “Americana” is a celebration of small-town America and the virtues of patriotism, and it makes me feel like an America-hating commie son of a bitch, especially since I grew up in a small town and know damn well that far from being idyllic places to raise your kids they’re hotbeds of boredom, bigotry, and in-bred ignorance.
Record Store Day Black Friday – Exclusive Vinyl & Music Deals: “Record Store Day participating stores are brick-and-mortar retailers that are local and independent. According to the Record Store Day website, there are over 1,400 participating Record Store Day retailers throughout the U.S. The city of Chicago boasts over 35 small independent Record Store Day retailers. Here are the top 5 independent Record Day retailers in Chicago…
Vinyl back in the groove for Hong Kong music lovers: Digital music sales may dominate the market, but vinyl record sales in Hong Kong are bouncing back, with audiophiles and first-time adopters shunning digital and preferring to go analogue.
Peter Gabriel’s artistry brought to vinyl fans: “In a world bifurcated between vinyl junkies and streaming enthusiasts, Gabriel firmly planted his flag in the vinyl camp. Gabriel has kept his music off Spotify, but these reissues cater to the supreme audiophile: The remastering engineers divided each album on two 180-gram LPs that play at 45 rpm. (The theory is that it improves audio quality.)”
Redditch indie shop Vintage Trax marks cassette store day: “Not to be outdone by the vinyl revival, the humble cassette tape is set to emulate the resurgence in retro music media. As part of Cassette Store Day, on Saturday, October 17, Redditch’s only physical record shop Vintage Trax will be celebrating from 10.30am until 5.30pm at its Headless Cross home on Birchfield Road.”
Vinyl Supernova Record Fair – October 24, 2015: “Vancouver Island’s largest record fair is back in Fernwood this month. Look forward to 50 tables full of records; all musical genres will be represented.”
WDCV Hosts First Vinyl Pop-Up Shop: ““10-12 years ago I was one of only two to three people buying records around here,” said Gotthard, who credits the renewed interest in records to this generation’s upbringing and how “they heard their parents play Bruce Springsteen and Led Zeppelin when they were younger.”
ORIGINALLY BROADCAST ON APRIL 24, 2015 | Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
Today it finally feels like winter here in the Canyon. Cold and grey, yet it’s so fucking dry up here. From such a warm winter, it’s gonna be “brown” spring.
The big news today is that the Armenians are on the march. Their protest to commemorate the 100 year anniversary of the genocide Armenians suffered at the hands of the Turks in 1915 will likely shut the city down today. I can dig it and will gladly work from my garage office in the Canyon.
As it is, I’ve been super tired because this week it was my turn to volunteer to help direct traffic at Jonah’s school. They call it a “Kiss & Ride.” It’s cool, but we need to get up at 5:45pm to make it to school early.
FFS, the collaboration of Franz Ferdinand and Sparks, really does work. Led by singers Alex Kapranos and Russell Mael, the band of six clearly has tremendous fun playing together.
Russell was in fine form, his falsetto gloriously intact and his energy as bright and hoppy as ever. Alex, when not on guitar, seemed to relish the opportunity to move freely about the stage. He jumped, kneeled, posed, and danced. Their performance was effervescent and seamless.
The band performed their wonderful eponymous debut album in its entirety, along with a few Franz Ferdinand and Sparks hits. This was a real treat, to hear Sparks songs live with the sound of a full band. When Alex paused the show to wish Russell a happy birthday, there were hugs. You could feel the admiration and respect between these musicians.