Gallery Oddity Scoundrels, Oddballs, and Eccentrics : After the Noise in San Francisco!
by Jeff Nau
With our Magnetic Fields coverage turning out to be a bust, we scoured the streets of San Francisco on a particularly gloomy Monday afternoon for a worthy replacement. I’d already seen some of the sights, so it was time to search for weirder ways to occupy the time. The mission: search for any rocks to turn over, and hopefully unearth whatever interesting, unusual and weird creatures Friso had to offer. Despite it being a Monday, we got a little lucky after digging around all day.
With our Magnetic Fields coverage turning out to be a bust, we scoured the streets of San Francisco on a particularly gloomy Monday afternoon for a worthy replacement. I’d already seen some of the sights, so it was time to search for weirder ways to occupy the time. The mission: search for any rocks to turn over, and hopefully unearth whatever interesting, unusual and weird creatures Friso had to offer. Despite it being a Monday, we got a little lucky after digging around all day.
Featured Film Gallery Oddity Bob Suicide Enters the Mysterious Musée Mécanique
by Jeff Nau
After a night of club-hopping at San Francisco’s Noise Pop Festival, there was a different kind of noise we needed. And what could have been better for a hangover than an endless stream of calliope music, along with the bangs and pings of pinball machines and harpsichord melodies? Bob Suicide led us from the ordinary world of sunlight-drenched, boardwalk tourist traps into one of the city’s cult gems: Musée Mécanique at Pier 45, right along San Francisco Bay.
After a night of club-hopping at San Francisco’s Noise Pop Festival, there was a different kind of noise we needed. And what could have been better for a hangover than an endless stream of calliope music, along with the bangs and pings of pinball machines and harpsichord melodies? Bob Suicide led us from the ordinary world of sunlight-drenched, boardwalk tourist traps into one of the city’s cult gems: Musée Mécanique at Pier 45, right along San Francisco Bay.
Gallery interview Tempo No Tempo : Redefining Noise Pop
by Jeff Nau
Despite being unable to see every single band that played the Noise Pop Festival (which was pretty impossible), from what I witnessed, Tempo No Tempo seemed the best candidate for what Noise Pop represents: the perfect blend between the two words (and worlds). As a companion piece to the Dizzy Balloon interview — a band which represented a very different sound, more towards the pop end of the spectrum — I interviewed TNT outside Slim’s our first night there, just to get some insight to the songwriting of the band and the brains behind it.
Despite being unable to see every single band that played the Noise Pop Festival (which was pretty impossible), from what I witnessed, Tempo No Tempo seemed the best candidate for what Noise Pop represents: the perfect blend between the two words (and worlds). As a companion piece to the Dizzy Balloon interview — a band which represented a very different sound, more towards the pop end of the spectrum — I interviewed TNT outside Slim’s our first night there, just to get some insight to the songwriting of the band and the brains behind it.
Gallery interview Dizzy Balloon Makes Girls Go Wild
by Jeff Nau
You’d think the guys in Dizzy Balloon were the latest incarnation of Paul, George, John and Ringo the way the girls were carrying on tonight! There was no fainting or ripping hair out of the head, though, which was kind of disappointing — just homemade sign-touting, hypnotized teenyboppers who stood as close as they could to oogle the band and sing along to every word. The perfect foil for Noise Pop’s Tempo No Tempo (see other interview), DB’s musicians looked to the classic rock bands of the 60s and 70s for inspiration, and whose proto-punk-pop sound had the crowd in a craze after a few short riffs.
You’d think the guys in Dizzy Balloon were the latest incarnation of Paul, George, John and Ringo the way the girls were carrying on tonight! There was no fainting or ripping hair out of the head, though, which was kind of disappointing — just homemade sign-touting, hypnotized teenyboppers who stood as close as they could to oogle the band and sing along to every word. The perfect foil for Noise Pop’s Tempo No Tempo (see other interview), DB’s musicians looked to the classic rock bands of the 60s and 70s for inspiration, and whose proto-punk-pop sound had the crowd in a craze after a few short riffs.
Event Gallery The Watson Twins vs. Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros : Folk (esque) Showdown!!
by Jeff Nau
Sunday’s concluding Noise Pop festivities took place at the legendary Bimbo’s 365 cafe, a complete departure from the comparatively run-down areas of ‘Frisco we’d been checking out the bands at thus far. It was there that two completely different kinds of folk bands squared off against one another: first, the Joni Mitchell-esque Watson Twins, with their docile harmonies, tambourine taps and strummed acoustic guitars. Their rivals were headliners Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, more of a Mamas and The Papas-type of family band who drove the crowd nothing short of koo-koo, Dizzy Balloon-style except with a lot more of the unwashed masses. For those who have never been, Bimbo’s looks a lot like the Overlook Hotel from The Shining; its decadent, roaring 20’s interior boasts a grand ballroom, red velvet everything and a bar that eerily resembles the one Jack Nicholson heard voices at. So. Come play with us Danny!
Sunday’s concluding Noise Pop festivities took place at the legendary Bimbo’s 365 cafe, a complete departure from the comparatively run-down areas of ‘Frisco we’d been checking out the bands at thus far. It was there that two completely different kinds of folk bands squared off against one another: first, the Joni Mitchell-esque Watson Twins, with their docile harmonies, tambourine taps and strummed acoustic guitars. Their rivals were headliners Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, more of a Mamas and The Papas-type of family band who drove the crowd nothing short of koo-koo, Dizzy Balloon-style except with a lot more of the unwashed masses. For those who have never been, Bimbo’s looks a lot like the Overlook Hotel from The Shining; its decadent, roaring 20’s interior boasts a grand ballroom, red velvet everything and a bar that eerily resembles the one Jack Nicholson heard voices at. So. Come play with us Danny!
Event Gallery Memory Tapes Want to Record Over You
by Jeff Nau and Glenn Williams
The final act of Saturday’s Noise Pop Festival edition, Memory Tapes mustered enough interest and energy to bring out the irritable side of the crowd, even at close to 1 in the morning — and one that was the angriest we’ve seen so far at the festival. Which was great for a change, because there’s nothing worse then a bunch of half-asleep festival-goers and drugged-up hipsters nodding off to the latest in experimental music. And with the eccentricities behind “Swimming Field” and “Green Knight,” The Tapes showed that even some of the most peaceful and soothing music doesn’t make for much of a peaceful crowd.
The final act of Saturday’s Noise Pop Festival edition, Memory Tapes mustered enough interest and energy to bring out the irritable side of the crowd, even at close to 1 in the morning — and one that was the angriest we’ve seen so far at the festival. Which was great for a change, because there’s nothing worse then a bunch of half-asleep festival-goers and drugged-up hipsters nodding off to the latest in experimental music. And with the eccentricities behind “Swimming Field” and “Green Knight,” The Tapes showed that even some of the most peaceful and soothing music doesn’t make for much of a peaceful crowd.
Moody Mondays Moody Mondays : The Beastie Boys’ Mix Master Mike
by Barbie Brady
Renowned DJ, Mix Master Mike lent us his ear. We asked him to pick a mood, and then 5 songs that help put him in that mood. Shockingly, he didn’t go with “Beastie’.
Mood: Diverse
Renowned DJ, Mix Master Mike lent us his ear. We asked him to pick a mood, and then 5 songs that help put him in that mood. Shockingly, he didn’t go with “Beastie’.
Mood: Diverse
Fashion The Burberry Life
by Gala Darling
Burberry is one of the most well-established & recognised fashion labels in the world. Formed in 1856 by Thomas Burberry, the company invented gabardine, dressed Roald Amundsen & Ernest Shackleton (the most revered explorers of their time) & designed clothing for officers in the British army. “Burberry classic check”, also known as “haymarket check” is instantly identifiable from it’s black, tan & red pattern.
Burberry had a public image problem in the 1990s, when it fell victim to the problem all fashion houses dread: counterfeiting on an enormous scale. As Burberry had become popular with fans of English football, their classic check started to appear on all manner of items, & sold on almost every street corner. It become the unofficial uniform for less savoury groups like chavs & football hooligans, & severely damaged the public perception of the brand.
When Christopher Bailey joined Burberry as creative director in 2001, the tide began to turn for the British icon. The house turned out truly fashion-forward looks at the speed of light, garnering a gaggle of young new fans. They secured the top British talent for its advertising campaigns, including Emma Watson, Agyness Deyn, Lily Donaldson & Kate Moss. Today, their image is of utmost quality & brave style.
Burberry is one of the most well-established & recognised fashion labels in the world. Formed in 1856 by Thomas Burberry, the company invented gabardine, dressed Roald Amundsen & Ernest Shackleton (the most revered explorers of their time) & designed clothing for officers in the British army. “Burberry classic check”, also known as “haymarket check” is instantly identifiable from it’s black, tan & red pattern.
Burberry had a public image problem in the 1990s, when it fell victim to the problem all fashion houses dread: counterfeiting on an enormous scale. As Burberry had become popular with fans of English football, their classic check started to appear on all manner of items, & sold on almost every street corner. It become the unofficial uniform for less savoury groups like chavs & football hooligans, & severely damaged the public perception of the brand.
When Christopher Bailey joined Burberry as creative director in 2001, the tide began to turn for the British icon. The house turned out truly fashion-forward looks at the speed of light, garnering a gaggle of young new fans. They secured the top British talent for its advertising campaigns, including Emma Watson, Agyness Deyn, Lily Donaldson & Kate Moss. Today, their image is of utmost quality & brave style.
Event Gallery The Soundtrack of Our Lives vs. Nico Vega
by Jeff Nau
Night One of The Noise Pop Festival, cont’d: After jumping back into Glenn’s hatchback, we sped off to The Independent to catch the next act. It was packed. Rib-crushingly, lung collapsingly, I-Didn’t-Know-Armpits-Could-Smell-That-Badly packed. Which proved, in its own masochistic way, to be quite awesome, as tight and intimate quarters often force you to get to know your neighbor before you violate (maybe purposely) their personal space. Like most of The Soundtrack of Our Lives‘ shows, the audience tonight is the fanatical, saber-rattling twenty-something sort, and chances are if you asked anyone, they’d have said they were indeed here for TSOOL (DUH). Dig a little deeper with others, and they’ll argue that Nico Vega completely owned the show and will soon be the toast of the California indie rock scene, or at least a band with a frontwoman who deserves every accolade hurled her way.
Night One of The Noise Pop Festival, cont’d: After jumping back into Glenn’s hatchback, we sped off to The Independent to catch the next act. It was packed. Rib-crushingly, lung collapsingly, I-Didn’t-Know-Armpits-Could-Smell-That-Badly packed. Which proved, in its own masochistic way, to be quite awesome, as tight and intimate quarters often force you to get to know your neighbor before you violate (maybe purposely) their personal space. Like most of The Soundtrack of Our Lives‘ shows, the audience tonight is the fanatical, saber-rattling twenty-something sort, and chances are if you asked anyone, they’d have said they were indeed here for TSOOL (DUH). Dig a little deeper with others, and they’ll argue that Nico Vega completely owned the show and will soon be the toast of the California indie rock scene, or at least a band with a frontwoman who deserves every accolade hurled her way.
Event Gallery San Francisco’s Noise Pop Festival: Tempo No Tempo, and a Sea of Angry People!
by Jeff Nau
Stumbling through the hotel room with a Scanners-worthy migraine the morning after the first night of Noise Pop coverage ( read: a result of the always dependable cocktail of cheap beer, white noise, amp feedback and angry indie youth), I think I can safely say that yesterday defined insanity, most famously described by Einstein as “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” After jumping in the car with the photographer, we rushed off to Slim’s, only to learn that Tempo No Tempo would be going on a bit later than the club told us originally. The management were a barking, constipated sort who insisted that my badge was fake and refused to give us a last minute +1 or even a regular ticket for Glenn’s assistant. “We’re sold out!” the guy in the box office snapped, jabbing one of his sausage-fingers at the tiny sign beside an understandably bulletproof window.
Stumbling through the hotel room with a Scanners-worthy migraine the morning after the first night of Noise Pop coverage ( read: a result of the always dependable cocktail of cheap beer, white noise, amp feedback and angry indie youth), I think I can safely say that yesterday defined insanity, most famously described by Einstein as “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” After jumping in the car with the photographer, we rushed off to Slim’s, only to learn that Tempo No Tempo would be going on a bit later than the club told us originally. The management were a barking, constipated sort who insisted that my badge was fake and refused to give us a last minute +1 or even a regular ticket for Glenn’s assistant. “We’re sold out!” the guy in the box office snapped, jabbing one of his sausage-fingers at the tiny sign beside an understandably bulletproof window.
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