Here is an update on one of my favorite artists. Father John Misty is back, about to release a new album next year. He recently performed on Letterman, in typical obscure fashion. Per usual, FJM’s live performances are something to witness; his humor is dark, strange, and hilarious. I believe his lyrical cynicism is one not be rivaled. Father John Misty tells it how it is without using easy euphemisms and industry bullshit. I thoroughly enjoy his artistry, his last album (Fear Fun), and the idea that he is putting out new material.
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89.3 The Current in Minneapolis, has been banging this hit since about mid-summer. I turn my radio up when it comes on. Milky Chance is essentially great at creating a catchy and lazed sound. I appreciate the pureness of the guitar, the simplicity of the beat, and the touching vocals- the main hook. I look forward to hearing more from Milky Chance (Vote for Milky Chance as “Best German Act” at MTV EMA.). Enjoy.
I have just acquired Nikki Nack, I will go on record and say this is the best album of the year. Real Thing has to be one of my favorite songs, as it is stuck in my head. I liken Nikki Nack to an earlier Streets album, ironic and real; experimental, aggressive, unique, empathetic, and full of passionate, rich sound. The melodies are enormous, and obscure, as are the lyrics. A few listens through proves you will most likely be singing along.
On such albums I typically hit repeat and wear a song out, which I have done, but unlike other albums, I have been playing Nikki Nack from start to finish. On the first listen I was blown away, on the second and third I was surprised at the unprecedented sound.
Dan and Hannah gave me the album, but it is worth a purchase. Support this wonderful artist and her music. This album is top-tier 2014 material, musically.
… Sonny Knight was, and is great. He came across as the kind of guy who comes from bygone era, while effectively staying relevant. His music has life. He utilized three backup singers and a full band, he was doing it right. At the peak of the numbers in the crowd, Sonny rocked the stage like a champion. The best song of the day was “Hey Girl”, naturally, but even less familiar songs moved those in attendance. From behind the performers looking out, one could see raw excitement, and the power which Sonny sustained. His set was charged and intimate, and precisely electric. It was a pleasant and unexpected surprise, having never seen him before.
Sonny played for some time, and then the show was over. The crowd was pleased. I exited the stage at about the same time in hopes of having a one-on-one conversation with the artist. I ran around back as he was being mobbed by fans and snapped at with cameras. He took time for the adoration and with a broad smile he vanished. Sonny was something; to me, he seemed like a classic soul singer from the distant past, yet he was thriving in 2014. I wondered where his time machine was parked. Searching, I found nothing…
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This week during my waking hours, while eating some cereal, making Deutsch study, and listening to The Current’s morning show I became privy to a local gem. Apparently, these songs have been out some 6 months yet they remained under my radar. I thought I would share something new, something innovative, and something with a sound so familiar and creative you might just be surprised. I introduce to you And The Professors…
Immediately one notices their multi-layered sound, the intense wall of sonic power that flows through these individuals. I am impressed with the difference and intelligence they present. And The Professor added a new level of noticeable quality to my morning. It gave me that feeling I had when I first heard ‘A Day in the Life’, The Beatles. And The Professor takes a classic concept and makes it anew. One of the best things about this feel-good listening is that it is local, great for Sunday mornings and coffee. The song I heard was: See Through Brain, it lent a bittersweet nostalgia of yesteryear, how I felt young again to hear this melody. I hope it does the same for you. Lend yourself a listen.
Here they are on Twitter:
‘Orchestral folk rock parlor songs for people who love chewing gum, avocados and warm socks.’
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.
(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.
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.
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.
I was just biking to see a band I had wanted to see since I first heard a song.
On Saturday, June 20th, the grassy amphitheater lawn of the Walker Arts Center will once again become the finest concert hall in the city for one night only. In their yearly Rock the Garden Festival, MPR’s 89.3 The Current and the Walker Art Center have teamed up to put together another envious lineup of independent rock that will be anchored by a headline performance from The Decemberists, currently supporting their new album The Hazards of Love. Other performances will come from Calexico and Mind Inversion favorites Yeasayer and Solid Gold, so it’s going to be an evening of amazement from start to finish. Also, it’s an all ages event and they promise some awesome food and refreshments throughout the day, so there’s really no reason not to bring entire gang out for a night of fun.
Tickets go on sale to the general public on April 22nd, but if you’re an MPR or Walker member you can order now!
TICKETS: Click here to purchase
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