Nate Fitzbutler did a remix to Kanye West’s and Kendrick Lamar’s “No More Parties in LA” called “No More Parties in SD”. He said, "we made this track to try to bring some national buzz to our city that’s always been in the shadow of the LA music scene."

Niko Sitaras from the San Diego based dream rock band Paper Days says, "We just released our new EP 'Fun For Family & Friends'. Our release party is on Feb 19th being hosted at the Irenic (with The Bash Dogs & Splavender). 

Panic Is Perfect is an indie-pop group from San Fran and they are touring in support of their new album, Cellspace, which drops tomorrow on Strange Loop Records. They'll be playing at The Loft @ UCSD on Feb. 12!





 

 

 

 

 

A Morning Reflection
by Chris Dier, Language Arts 7th Grade
02.05.07

If I had thought twice about this I wouldn't be telling it publicly. Lucky you, I don't think.

This morning I was enjoying a chocolate chip Eggo waffle, perhaps the most delectable waffle in the Eggo family, when an unnoticed chocolate chip fell into my lap. Unaware of the disaster this chip would cause, I gathered my bag, jumped into my car and drove to work before the sun even began it's journey across the sky.

About three stoplights into my drive I noticed a crumb in my lap, lit by the glowing red orb above me, and naturally I attempted to brush it away. The light turned green, I gently tapped the gas and continued my journey to O'Farrell. "The Mikey Show" was particularly funny this morning, so the remaining two miles was filled with giggles and the occasional full belly laugh. I was enjoying the morning talk show so much that when I pulled into the parking lot I decided to remain in my car for a few last chuckles.

It was during these final happy moments that the sun crept over the eastern hills and shed a new light on the mysterious lap crumb. In this new light, and forgivingness of the rear view mirror I began primping myself. You know, the typical brushing of lint and dog hair off the sleeves of the sweatshirt, the finger brushing and straightening of the goatee, leveling of the hat brim. But when I looked down, I noticed the real mess.

The crumb I had so nonchalantly disposed of had left its mark in the most noticeable of places. I panicked. I reacted without thinking. I licked my finger and tried to wipe away the stain.

After only one pass, I realized my mistake. The stain smeared. Now because I left my Martha Stewart: What To Do When You Have a Chocolate Chip Eggo Stain On The Crotch of Your Pants Kit at home, I panicked again. I grabbed my bag, placed it strategically over the stain despite the awkwardness it created, and stealthily maneuvered to my classroom.

In the safety of my classroom I had time to consider the situation, to analyze it completely. Just because I had this time, doesn't mean I used it. Instead I did the most ridiculous thing imaginable. I headed straight for the sink where I splashed cupped handful after cupped handful of water on the pot. This did not have the desired effect. I now had a chocolate smear drowning in a puddle pond Lake Superior size watermark.

I began praying for a bottle of Oxy Clean and blow dryer, but the best I could come up with was dish soap and a paper towel. In keeping with the theme of bad judgment and thoughtless decision-making, I began scrubbing away. I quickly found that dish soap is a poor substitute for Oxy Clean and that when you apply enough pressure to a wet paper towel it will actually splinter.

Here it is now 6:50 am. In only a short, twenty minutes students will be strolling up to my classroom door, begging for shelter from the morning cold. In only a short, forty minutes I will be standing in front of these students attempting to get them to understand how changing the point of view may or may not affect the theme of the narrative. What is a man to do?

The easiest solution would have been to go home and change. Seven minutes to get home, assuming I hit all green lights. Two minutes to change. Seven minutes back. In less than twenty minutes I could have avoided humiliation and saved my reputation. I also considered the "John Cirina technique," where the name badge is placed wherever the stain is, but who wears a name badge on their button fly. The cogs were finally spinning. The light bulb was there; It was faint, but it was there.

I grabbed the oscillating fan from the cabinet. I wiped it clean of summer school dust with the leftover paper towel, turned it on high, and aimed it low. The sun was up now, lighting even the darkest shadows of my classroom. Had anybody walked by and glanced through the windows to see me doing the MC Hammer dance back and forth in front of the oscillating fan, I would have had a hard time explaining myself.

My legs were burning from the squat position I was holding, but the spot was drying. Surprisingly, the smeared chocolate was disappearing as well. I couldn't believe my luck. By the time the morning bell rang and students began knocking at my door all that was left were a few paper towel dandruff flakes and a faint reminder of breakfast. I had avoided the inevitable. My dignity was left intact.

If you would like to turn this into a lesson about stain removal, feel free. If you would like to use this as a statement about the decline of our educational system, be my guest. If you would simply like to hold on to this and use it as ammunition the next time I offend or annoy you, I wouldn't blame you. But the greatest lesson you could possibly learn from this is that breakfast is the most hazardous meal of the day.

 

 


    Lotushouse MP3 Sampler
    Maquiladora - The Revenge of Becky Royal (New Piano)
    Tenniscoats + Maquiladora - Hours
    High Mountain Tempel - Processional (An Invocation to Thee Angelic Sister)
    Raagnagrok - HJD
    Beggars - Will We Call It Love
    Maquiladora - Termez 1936
    Maquiladora - Song 26
    Buzz or Howl - Sendhe Mortu Chin Rigore
    Earthling Tempel - Celestial Inhabitants of the Sun
    Buzz or Howl - The Sins Of The Flower Are Visited On The Shunned
    Maquiladora - Light of the Rain
    High Mountain Tempel - The Ascended Master (Hang Gliding in Heaven)
    High Mountain Tempel - Fluctuat Nec Mergitur
    High Mountain Tempel - Tempel Walk
    Buzz or Howl - 05 Oct 05
    Buzz or Howl - Sun as the Destroyer of Dreams
    Live version at the Make Room SF 2005
    Maquiladora - In This Life
    Maquiladora - Simply to See You
    Maquiladora with Kawabata Makoto - Nampasen
    Maquiladora Maquiladora - Drunk and Lighting Fires (A Waltz)
    Maquiladora Maquiladora - Ritual of Hearts
    Maquiladora Maquiladora - Ankle
    Maquiladora - Mayday
    Loraine Loraine - Pasqually Old Pasqually

    Beggars - S/T
    by Pierro Scaruffi

    Maquiladora's Eric Nielsen and Bruce McKenzie joined forces with Skygreen Leopards' Glenn Donaldson to form Beggars, whose double-disc Beggars (Lotushouse, 2013) is a tour de force of ecstatic Eastern-influenced freak-folk. Mostly these pieces lean towards the traditional song format, although inevitably deformed by the musicians' pedigrees.

    The ghostly hyper-dilated drones of Ghost Coyote are imbued with quasi-Morricone western-movie guitar twang and even harmonica. The sweet lullaby and the trotting pace of Eureka My Love as well as the romantic honky-tonking Justine (with a refrain a bit reminiscent of Dylan's Blowing in the Wind) hark back to the heydays of country-rock. 2-3-74 Floating evokes the martial laments of the young Neil Young although diluted amid discordant guitar jamming and lulled by waves of funereal vocal harmonies. Berserker's Boogie is a lively and poppy almost-bluegrass tune. They even intone the singalong Queen Anne's Lace with drums, banjo and all.

    Thankfully, the spaced-out yodeling of Lullaby de Bourbon (memories of Aoxomoxoa-era Grateful Dead), the free-form quasi-jazz guitar and vocal interplay of Will We Call It Love, the seven-minute dreaming psalm Big Pink Sun and its sublimely disintegrating coda, remind us of what Maquiladora are best at. The 23-minute Midget Decapitates Clownis an ambitious concerto for suspense and agony. Far from being just a droning piece, it piles up sonic event after sonic event, producing the trancey effect out of a multitude of traumatic sounds. The chirping and tweeting that accumulates half-way into the piece decays into a nervous organic filigree and dies away in the most cryptic manner; one of the high points of Maquiladora's career.


    Earthling Tempel - Pilgrimage To Thunderbolt Pagoda
    by Aquarius Records

    Not sure if this is part 4, or just the first in a new multi part epic, hardly matters, what does matter is, this is another glorious expansive collection of meditative psychedelic abstract dronefolk ambience. Every High Mountain Tempel disc we're reviewed thus far has gotten played to death here, and this one doesn't appear to be any different. Well, at least in that respect. In one distinct way it is very different, HMT are not going it alone this time. They've assembled a pretty impressive collection of sonic alchemists and musical conjurers to help with this ritual, Isis Aquarian from the Source Family, Charles Curtis from La Monte Young's Just Alap Raga Ensemble, and two crews from the UK we've never heard of, Earthling Society and Astarism, but even with all those cooks in the kitchen, HMT and friends have managed to weave another dark minimal masterpiece, all hushed barely there guitar shimmer, drifting whispered vocals, delicate crystalline melodies, dense swirls of piano, warm swells of tape hiss, mysterious voices and field recordings, whirring organ, bowed steel strings... so lovely.

    If the liner notes are to be believed, two of the tracks feature Earthling Society on their own, and those tracks do sound different, much less free and sprawling, a bit more structured, like seventies UK acid folk, swirling and melodic and quite lovely. The final two tracks find the two groups in full on collaborative mode, and the gears shift to something much more space rocky and Hawkwindy, all blissed out and heart-of-the-sun, until the final track which is a strummy, delicate, moody chill out closer, a sort of dour doom folk drift, that makes a perfect ending.

    Super nice packaging, silkscreened oversized 4 panel sleeve, white on black, with the cd-r affixed to the inside. And of course, SUPER LIMITED!

    High Mountain Tempel - The Glass Bead Game by Aquarius Records

    Part three in the ongoing series of limited cd-r explorations from mysterious drone combo High Mountain Tempel, and like the two before it, the band continue to delve into some murky sonic underworld, again presenting loooong songs, each separated by brief sonic interludes, this disc seems feature more actual vocals, the opening track features a processed voice, that sounds a bit like throat singing, or a Speak And Spell, intoning some arcane message, interwoven with long drawn out tones, and a thick ropy buzz, super dark and intense and atmospheric. Elsewhere sampled voices surface, there are bits of chanting here and there, all peppered throughout the disc. But even with the extra voices, the focus here is still on dark, lugubrious, extended dronescapes.

    The sound of High Mountain Tempel is probably closest to Expo '70, as their various permutations of dronemusic seem to have a definite krautrock vibe, that gives the sound a sort of spaced out quality, and a subtle propulsion, but unlike Expo '70, HMT seem to have a distinct Eastern influence, much of the music is meditative and subtly dramatic, a bit soundtracky, and some of it sounds like it could be Japanese. Especially the way field recordings are incorporated into the sounds. Giving everything a definite texture, some of it sounding like it was perhaps recorded live in some hilltop temple. Which we would imagine is the idea.

    Not sure what else to say actually. This is indeed fantastic, brooding and malefic, but also shimmery and dreamy, sonically it has much in common with the first two installments, so definitely check out those reviews to read more about their 'sound'.

    Needless to say, fans of the drone and folks into the current crop of cd-r soundscapers will for sure dig this, but like the other HMT discs, this is more than simple drone music, this is ritualistic alchemical soundwork, one can almost imagine stumbling across a group of cloaked figures huddled around a fire in a forest clearing, tossing various powders into the flames, causing the fire to change color and cast beastlike shadows on the branches above, and this is the sound filtering through the forest like a black moonlit fog...
    SUPER LIMITED of course, packaged beautifully in a foldover silkscreened sleeve, gold metallic on red on the outside, black on red on the inside.

    High Mountain Tempel - A Screaming Comes Across The Sky - The Faultline Scriptures
    by Aquarius Records

    Record number two from this mysterious drone-kraut styled duo. Their last disc was a huge hit around here, so we were pretty thrilled to get our hands on this one, a logical sonic extension of the first, delving deeper into some murky tripped out twilit soundworld.
    The disc opens with shimmering clouds of gongs and cymbals, whirring and sizzling, suspended over a deep distant rumble, a delicate intro to a record at once hypnotic and lovely, dark and dense.

    The record is arranged into three epic tracks, interspersed with short sonic interludes, ranging from field recordings of crickets, looped chants (Elizabeth Clare Prophet if we're not mistaken), spirituals and mysterious liturgical songs, whirring drones, and backwards percussion, but it's the long tracks where the duo get to spread out, let their dense soundscapes sprawl.

    The three long tracks sounds like movements of a greater whole, clocking in at 15 minutes, 11 minutes and nearly 17 minutes respectively, each rife with creepy delayed vocals, churning guitars and smeared chords, roiling muddy whirls, which often dissipate leaving streaks of fragmented melody and haunting slowed down voices. Buried amidst the drones and whirs, are lullaby-like melodies, skittery percussion, streaks of grinding distortion, hidden voices, more field recordings, thick swaths of cavernous rumbles, little bits of electronic glitch and lots and lots of low end buzz.

    Packaged in a fancy navy blue fold over sleeve, screenprinted in white ink, with a photocopied insert with liner notes and song credits.

    LIMITED TO 150 COPIES! Each one hand numbered.

 

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