C.M.J. Go ‘Hit ‘Em’

Posted in Audio, Life Perspectives from T.S. Niebeling, Video with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on Tuesday, April 15, 2014 by Terry Scott Niebeling

 

Sometimes I think things need to happen.  This needed to happen- I found a video today through a friend on Facebook, C.M.J himself, that made me act.  C.M.J is part of the local Minneapolis underground hip hop movement.  I met him a few times a few summers back, he threw me a dope CD.  This video is full of excitement, and I must admit the beat and flow leave me on the edge of my seat at the library (I am studying).  Smooth.

I must run to class (a more in depth post to come later).  This is worth a listen, don’t waste your time!  Get on it!

Make your day and this song happen.  Listen locally.

 

Timoteo’s 2013 Year in Review

Posted in Year in Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on Tuesday, January 7, 2014 by Tim Althaus

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As I give my creaking knuckles calisthenics, I’m reminded of how great 2013 was for music. There were a lot of great releases, and I think that a few of my selections might shock a few people this year, but it’s necessary to give credit where it’s due. Leave your comments in the C-Section below, and let me know how you feel.

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Homeless and Big Cats, “The Food Chain” Hungry for More

Posted in News with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on Saturday, September 14, 2013 by Terry Scott Niebeling

What I find amazing is when I find something amazing that’s been residing in my city for some time unbeknownst to me.

 

Stuff in my city that I find amazing: the ever growing music scene, the progressive nature of citizen idea, booty shorts, and the openness of our community.  This openness gives artists a basis for starting on a path to achieve their goals, and to reach a specific and gracious audience.

 

Last night while drinking a few beverages with AKA I was introduced to an artist I had never heard before.  I became that specific and gracious audience member.

 

I mean I am into artists who go hard, I am into artists with great beats, and I am definitely into artists with flashy videos, that which still come across as true to life; however, finding an artist with all three of these qualities can be a daunting task.  Last night this task was fulfilled just by going to a friend’s house in South Minneapolis.  This friend has musically inclined acquaintances whom he put me on to.

As I have said before, I don’t really try.  Things seem to fall from the sky.

 

This night of drinks started with politics and went straight to hip-hop as usual.  He threw the Homeless and Big Cats video for “The Food Chain” on and I was taken away.  I love hip-hop that is raw, original, and moderately offensive in a clever way.  I would say that “The Food Chain” encompasses what I truly enjoy about this genre of music.

Underground Hip-Hop is not dead even if it is six feet underground, this video is testament to that.  This sound is underground.

One can truly be whatever they want to be, and then (whether on the side, or for full-time) create art which reaches a unique and expanding audience, speaking to them in esoteric ways to garner loyalty.  Someone may be a writer by day and a hip-hop mogul at night, you pick your poison.

 

This song is worth hearing.  Homeless is clever, creative, and truly relatable.  That is something I find amazing in Minneapolis.

 

I find this video addictive and at the same time incredibly real.  Real enough to want to hear more.

Alt-J First Ave Sept 7,2013; An Awesome Wave

Posted in News with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on Sunday, September 8, 2013 by Terry Scott Niebeling

Alt-J, By Terry Scott Niebeling

Alt-J, By Terry Scott Niebeling

Alt-J blew people away at the First Ave venue last night, expectedly.  So what I will tell you is, if you can see them live, and you don’t take the opportunity, you are missing out.  Not to be presumptuous, but it’s factual-sorry.  

And that is about all I can say.  I mean I could tell you it was spiritual, it was enlightening, and it was something of a great act to witness, but you already know that.  I could really, but who is going to believe me?  It was all of those things and more.  They simply put on a great show, there is no doubt in my mind as to the reason why Alt-J sold out the Main Room both nights; not to mention the latter added date of Sept. 8th, it’s because they are truly amazing artists.  They take a simple yet classical sound and make it new, heavy, complex, and refreshing.  Seeing Alt-J makes me think of, if it were somehow possible, seeing Led Zeppelin, or Radiohead, maybe even Pink Floyd, before they became über famous/timeless, and impossible to see live. The crowd at First Ave got a stand up treat from this band on the rise.  Take the time to listen, and check them out in person.  It is something I won’t soon forget.

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(Take in my words and the mediocre photos my Windows Phone could afford, and enjoy. That’s all you need to know.  There are more amateur camera phone photos and words below about time leading up to the show, thoughts, and lucky people getting in.)

Lord Huron opened to much delight.  Starting slow and eventually garnering enough energy to bring the lion’s share of the crowd into their set, and possibly into their loins.  I tweeted, before LH started getting a bit flashy, the tweet read something along the lines of “opening bands are like commercials while you wait for your favorite show to start.”  I could give a shit less about an opener band, especially at an Alt-J show; however, I was almost eating my words 10 minute later.  Hit me up at on Twitter:  @sirterryscott.  

How I came to love Alt-J:  

The story goes I went to smoke some with a friend after work and she would play An Awesome Wave over and over again.  One night I caught on, I said, “Play that song again.”  She did, then I inquired as to who and what they were.  I was amazed.  She had ripped the song from a torrent and sent me a downloaded copy.  I never actually used what she had sent me, I was occupied with pressing play and repeat play on Youtube, of Breezeblocks.  In turn I had found out the meaning to the song, and I had become entranced by the harmony, wave of sound, and sonic power of Alt-J.  89.3 The Current started playing one, then two, then three of their songs.  Now they play most of the album.  A friend later Facebook messaged me and gave me the scoop on the First Ave show.  Knowing they would sellout the venue I waited til the moment they became available, and then I made my purchase.  I should have bought 6, the limit, but I bought 3 instead.  I could have doubled my money.  I didn’t have enough dough that day though.  A few hours later all of the tickets were gone and I sat in satisfaction at my quick choice.  And that is how I got into the show.

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Putting up the Triangles, By Terry Scott Niebeling

Standing outside in line people came up to me asking for tickets.  The interesting thing was there weren’t really any scalpers, but there were people asking for tickets.  A show so coveted that people bought the tickets for themselves and actually went to see good music.  Wow, some tickets online were as much as $200.  It must have been 5 people walked up and inquired.  By this time I had already bummed two cigarettes and a RedBull from some complete strangers ahead of me in line.  I was feeling great waiting in line at 7:30 pm, plenty of time to take in the hot night.  At home earlier while indulging in homework and horror films I sat on the couch sweating in our AC lacking one bedroom apt.  The fan blew its best, but it didn’t really help.  Sweat beaded and crawled down my face.  I changed my shirt a few times.  I took a shower and brushed my teeth.  I spoke German.  And then I went to wait in line.

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With the extra two tickets I felt almost over prepared, which by my standards is almost impossible.  I waited until the day before to start the bidding.  Three people in all contacted me.  The tickets went to the most passionate.  Also, a few people whom I spoke with were too intimidated to bid on them, so I figured they must not have wanted to go really.

The lucky guests I brought drove two hours to get here on word of a promise to get tickets.  I thought of them as I waited in line.  I asked those who inquired about extra tickets how much they would pay.  They wouldn’t say, I am not sure if they got in.  I was about 15ft from the door when my guests arrived.  They were in disbelief, literally exalted at the idea they would see a band they loved.  Having been burned twice before T. was so happy.  I think as we came closer to actually getting in her spirits piqued.  She handed me the money the moment she arrived.  I enjoyed this.  The sky was pink, the line was long, and the day was cooling off.  Heat became a friend of every nook, cranny, and crevasse throughout the city proper.  The bike ride and the light material of my black button up were comforting.  The sunset stood aglow over the Hennepin Ave Bridge as I crossed 3rd Ave, over the Mississippi, past pedestrians, and aside cars.  A glacier like cloud hung over the sun; a sort of arrowhead array of bright lights contrasting with deep purple clouds shadowing certain parts for quiet a large puppet show etched across the darkening horizon.  A line of clouds, directly above, shown soft and full, as they slipped through the sky.  Planes took off going in two different directions.  I biked South-ish to First Ave. to wait in line.  I watched the ground below slide past; rocks and broken glass reflected on how they had come to where they lie.  They watched all appreciatively as I went by.  

Alt-j set list. Talk to your boy.

 

I was just biking to see a band I had wanted to see since I first heard a song.  

Hyphon Illuminates My Day, and Opens My Mind

Posted in Art, Life Perspectives from T.S. Niebeling, Local Love, News with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on Tuesday, August 20, 2013 by Terry Scott Niebeling

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Waking up this morning, after the run and such, I was brought to a smile by something I so effortlessly had stumbled upon.  The smile was from understanding, and newly rediscovering what artistry and creativity had been harboring in my hometown area.  I found an artist I had been following for sometime, I had reintroduced my ears to Hyphon.

I was intrigued and pleasantly surprised.

I did something, just a click, and sat back to listen.  I found myself mesmerized for the next couple of minutes, and  in a better way, more open-minded to my surroundings.  I thought of Hyphon’s lyrics, I felt at a coffee shop, reading a book, I felt the general idea of expanding my mind, my situation, and my musical diversity.  I felt comforted at the sound of growth, at the use of imagination, and something even more, a piece of La Crosse, at an artist from my birth place stretching the boundaries and producing a unique sound that I could feel comfortable listening to anywhere.

I had been sitting on this song, and then we realize hesitation kills.  I had been forgetful when thinking about time I had spent perusing the ever interactive internet, the time we all had spent.  I found myself listening to a song by Hyphon, I found myself satisfied with the lyrics (use of words, vocab), sound, and production.  He is an acquaintance, an artist, and he has motivated me today, especially, to search for more.  To indulge in what we would normally pass up.  I invite you to click and listen.  You will be taken somewhere, and wherever it is, at least you went.  We all go learning something new along the way, learn today that there is artistry everywhere, especially in La Crosse.  All one has to do is open their ears-have a listen.

I have probably said enough, maybe not, but you do owe yourself a listen.  It is worth your time.

Hyphon-A Shapely Sign of Things to Come

Hyphon brings a bureau of words, ideas, and deep imagery, true underground, fresh…

Listen to this in the morning with coffee, and prepare to have your thoughts provoked.

Album Review: M.i & Tyler Keyes, Pushing Keyes

Posted in Album Review, Video with tags , , , , , , , on Thursday, June 27, 2013 by Tim Althaus

pushing-keyesWhen artists begin collaborating with each other online, there’s really no telling what’s going to happen. They might only collaborate on a few tracks through e-mail, or they could end up releasing volumes of vivacious music. Tyler Keyes & M.i collaborated copiously on the 2011 album Prep Time; this was done entirely through phone calls and e-mails. After visiting Austin, Texas for the South By Southwest Festival, Keyes left the Twin Cities to form a more proximal working relationship with M.i – a bold and wise choice.

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Father John Misty At First Avenue

Posted in Art, Life Perspectives from T.S. Niebeling, Mind Inversion Exclusive, Reviews, Video with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on Wednesday, May 22, 2013 by Terry Scott Niebeling

Last night I experienced something so unforgettable and so mind-blowing that I am just happy to share with the readers on Mindinversion.net.  I love music so much, yet I find it incredibly hard to write to an audience while being succinct, to the point, factual-in great depth, and at the same time remain fair, interesting, and unbiased. Like, this is what I truly listen to.  I am not just pushing this to promote someone I know. So when I come across an experience such as this I must share.  I am going to avoid the small details, not do a bio, and stick to what I know in this piece-I am going to stick to the subjective perspective of the audience member involved:  Me.

 

Let me preface by saying, I had little knowledge of Father John Misty before the show itself.  In fact, I had only heard a few songs of his on The Current, and I had read a brief bio (forwarded through email by a friend), or intro, or something in a local magazine.  The point is not that I knew of Father John Misty before going to the show, or that I was a mega-fan, or to write an A&E biography of the guy, the point is that if you have the opportunity to see Father John Misty, or you haven’t heard of his music, you should.  He is the shit, and that is what’s happening.

 

Last night I attended a Father John Misty show at First Avenue, and I was stunned by the sound, the performance, the vulgarities, the honesty, the attraction, the allure, and the general idea of Father John Misty himself.  He is a simple paradox, a dichotomy of a human being, a split personality of oneself, a diversity of contrast, not to be oxymoronic or redundant.  He is the embodiment of a true performer, one of very very few existing on earth.

 

My significant other had purchased tickets a few months back and had expressed that I could join if I cared to.  I accepted the offer, thankfully.  As now I am writing about something amazing that happened in my life.

 

We biked to First Ave. from NE Minneapolis, in the rain.  Arriving at around 9 PM, obviating the opening band, Solid Gold (for no apparent reason at all). We arrived wet and soaked to the bone.  After entering we promptly ordered whiskeys and gazed over the massive sold-out crowd of the main room floor.  Walking towards the stage we found a spot near the right side, just above the lower-level standing room area, and watched as the roadies set the stage for what was going to be a show.  After 15 minutes of waiting the band entered the room to a roar, the floor lights went dim and a spotlight hit the man at center stage. The show was on, and this is what transpired, in broken prose and obscure paragraphs:

 

Electric rock blues country indie psychedelic sound with 100% heart within the live performance.  Haunting, chilling, numbing, and genuinely real.  Sorrow was on display.  Realism was tangible.  A dark gospel was in session.

 

Father John Misty, the true performer.  Like Mercury and Morrison on stage; at times pure evil, at times sultan of seduction, at times almost bringing you to tears, or terror, and all at once, had you laughing moments later.

 

He performed the hits, some new material, and even for an encore (1 of the 3 songs) pleaser he did a rendition of The Beatles’, Happiness Is a Warm Gun.

 

His [Father John Misty] antics and ad-libs added to the amusement and brought humor and a human aspect to the set: pokes on Prince, America, and humanity rang true and effective.  I felt like I knew him by the end.  At the start I wasn’t sure if I was even a fan, at the conclusion I knew I had seen something amazing, and I needed to delve more into his musical catalog.  Fantastic.

 

Authentic, yet almost vulnerable on stage, something that garnered an emotional cord with the crowd; I was moved at his artistry and the way the lighting made the theatre on stage come alive; I was not just at a concert, I was on a journey. Father John Misty at the helm.

 

At one point, during Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings, one of the best songs of the evening, I thought someone (Father John Misty himself) was going to choke on a mic cord; however, not to worry all was crescendo, breakdown, and lights after that.  There was an encore with 3 songs (as mentioned above) and that was it.  I stood in awe.  I was impressed.

 

End of What Transpired.

 

All that said, Father John Misty is a talented live performer.  The set he created delivered to someone who was an ignorant fan, even the backdrop was well-done.  His material has been on the radio for some time, I’ll be it more tame and polished than at the live show, but what the performance offered in dark and grit was a catalytic reflection of the manifestation of artist from album to live performance.  If you have a chance to see Father John Misty, or you haven’t purchased the album, I suggest you get on that.  Father John Misty has given us some very interesting and relatable art to listen to, however subtle and manipulated on the record, a great listen all around.

 

Father John Misty is a true performer, a real performer, someone who can put on a captivating show and not fret about reviews.  He may have shocked an awed, but he is a true artist from what I have seen.  Now, have a look for yourself.

 

 

 

 

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