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!






10 Authors You Should Be Reading Keith Boyd 09.27.06
It seems like every time I walk into a bookstore its ram packed to the gills with people gawking and gaping at everything. Being a word-freak you might think that this would be heartening to me. Well I'm here to tell you dear readers, it ain't so! The bookstore used to be the safe-haven and all purpose hang-spot for freaks and geeks like me. We'd all congregate there and make surreptitious glances at each other while perusing the Philip K. Dick books or pouring over a little Allen Ginsberg. It was a nerd badge of honor and in those days of yore and you often found your mind profoundly changed by some passage of Garcia Marquez or a bit of Jim Carroll. Bookstores like the Blue Door in Hillcrest or Aardvark's downtown were palaces of musty wisdom and for a few years there it seemed I always saw the same faces eagerly pouring through the stacks looking for a connection or some exposure to the life of the mind. I'd buy a William S. Burroughs book like "The Job" and go home to blast some Bad Brains while ending up entranced by the depth and breadth of ideas packed in there. Reading felt a bit dangerous. There were texts out there with the power to change you soul and for several large handfuls of us these quests were just tied up with our whole other quest for an experience of life.

Flash forward 20 years. "Oh my stars for the love of Liza!" The word bookstore has lost all meaning. The books seem almost an afterthought to the movie tie-in merchandise. Instead of focusing on the ideas between the pages I see people with cell phones clamped to their heads, chugging a coffee, pushing along a stroller full of twins and only reaching for the latest tome that Oprah has deemed worthy. The very nature of the store has changed. It's more about marketing than ideas. Don't even get me started on the staff at these places. Suffice to say that these aren't true book people. They're too svelte and slick or perhaps too cool to care. Ask for something off the beaten path and you're likely to get a blank stare with an offer to look at the computer. Okay, okay, I'm a grouchy old man! I admit it. I turned 40 this last week and while it's not 100, I feel that it's old enough to know shit from shine and I'm telling you, these modern bookstores fall into the former category. That being said I'm compiling a list here folks that I hope will help the cause. If I contribute to the warping of even one mind then, mission accomplished! So for this month we here at blogsandiego proudly present a list of;


  1. Henry Miller: Henry Miller is the shit! I read a "reader" of his works this summer and it blew the top of my head off. Every page swarmed with ideas. His minute descriptions of the landscape of himself are a wonder to behold. Dig in and dig deep. It's a rocky ride at first but there is wisdom and value to be found.
  2. Charles Bukowski : America 's booze soaked answer to France 's Celine. His books are packed with the raw nerve ends that make us human. I think that underneath the alcohol and swagger is the heart of a Bodhisattva. A kind hearted, sad faced yet clear eyed poet of the real.
  3. Jorge Luis Borges : Complex wordplays of the mind. Labyrinths. Stories that start to make you feel as though you are hallucinating. The imaginary and the real colliding and colluding to make you take a second look at the world around you.
  4. Paul Bowles: I have never read an author who understands and presents human motive and emotions the way Paul Bowles does. The most outlandish things go down and with the ultra-real and literal narrative you come away stunned and sickened by how close to the bone he's hitting. His shorter works are perhaps the best representation of his skill but they're all good. He also translated a few native Moroccan writers to great effect. See Mohammad M'rabet to start with.
  5. Charles Dickens: Charles Dickens is one of those writers that people know of but usually haven't read. His books tend towards the longish and so with our "Entertainment Tonight" gnat sized attention spans he often gets bypassed. That's a shame because the stories are so much fun, the characters are so totally realized and the sentiment is always there for the underdog and the oppressed that I think more folks would enjoy his writing. Nichols Nickleby or Oliver Twist are great places to start.
  6. Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso, Gary Snyder: Okay that three people all together but hey, it's my list. If you've got a problem, go write your own! These guys said it all. There's always more to be said of course but these three came close to maxing it out. Howl is our great American poem. It churns the mind and hold up a mirror to every American impulse finding it nullifying, conforming and crushing. Gregory Corso has such a clever and classical word form. His language is just beautiful. Gary Snyder is an example of someone who just gets better with age. His Mountains and Rivers book is a gift to the greater good of humanity.
  7. Edgar Allen Poe: Oh man, Poe is just great! I can't believe how many folks haven't dug in and given his writing a test drive. The guy bloody invented both the Science Fiction and Detective story for God's sakes! If that isn't enough his short stories are just good and creepy fun. I also enjoy his gothic and over the top poetry. The Raven is actually a hilarious piece when read the right way. That's a clue with all poetry. If it doesn't hit right off read it out loud. The sounds of the lingo will sing to you and you'll get what the author was driving at.
  8. Louis-Ferdinand Céline: Forget about the man's poor judgment in politics. Forget about the details of his troubled life. Just crack the spine of either "Journey to the End of the Night" or "Death On the Installment Plan" and prepare your ass to get kicked. This guy is the all seeing eye from hell. He gives the once over to our human condition and after serving it up in stark detail, finds most of it lacking. I had a good friend who after reading "Death." had a nervous breakdown. This is strong stuff and packs a solid punch. If you've ever felt the tyranny and stupidity of daily life clamping their ignorant claws around your neck you resonate with Celine's books. Not for the faint of heart!
  9. Fyodor Dostoevsky: Long books. At times intimidating. Worth every damn second you'll spent plummeting their depths. Start with "Crime and Punishment" but don't forget any of the others. Simply put, a deep, deep look at all things human.
  10. Emily Dickinson, Keri Hulme, Zora Neale Hurston, Flannery O'Connor : You didn't think I'd finish this list without a few women now did you? Again another mash up but a mash up of greatness. These three author's writings are burning diamonds of the mind. Each one touches you in ways beyond description. I would recommend anything by Dickinson . I'd start with "The Bone People" by Hulme and as far as Hurston, a great place to start is "Their Eyes Were Watching God". Flannery O'Connor is a special case. She is perhaps my all time favorite writer. I love everything she ever wrote and would put it forth to you that if you want to understand the American South or just people and their motivations in general you NEED to read her books. They are all great but two that spring to mind are "Wise Blood" and "A Good Man Is Hard to Find". A very special writer!

That's all for now. Please send all ideas, complaint and your own list to me here at the site. Now get off your asses and read something! While you're at remember to support INDEPENDENT bookstores. They deserve your business.

BSD Picks

  1. John Steinbeck - Tortilla Flat, The Grapes of Wrath
  2. William Burroughs - Junky
  3. Herman Hesse - Steppenwolf
  4. Paul Bowles - The Sheltering Sky
  5. Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore
  6. Michel Houellebecq - The Elementary Particles
  7. Tennessee Williams - The Night of the Iguana
  8. Jerzy Kosinsky - The Painted Bird
  9. Jack Kerouac - Dharma Bums
  10. Jim Carroll - The Basketball Diaries
  11. Albert Camus - The Plague
  12. Carlos Casteneda - The Teachings of Don Juan


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    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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