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Sunday, May 25, 2008

Totem Figures

This past week I was in and out of the Orlando Fringe Festival sadly seeing only four shows. Not that remarkable. What is remarkable is the fact that I saw one of these shows twice...twice!
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Seeing a Fringe show twice in one week is a bit akin to reading an instructional manual twice over... albeit an entertaining instructional manual. The show that I saw twice, "Totem Figures" by TJ Dawe, was very much like that instructional manual: You knew it was going to take 90 minutes to get through it and you certainly didn't have high expectations of enjoying it. But somehow, possibly as if by divine intervention, you learned something from it. And it enlightened you. And you couldn't wait to tell your friends about it.
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This is where the second viewing comes in. I felt that Johnny and my friend Kelly needed to hear what TJ had to say so much so, that I queued right up for a second time, just to watch their
expectations raise to an enlightened level. And I was right. Instruction manual put to good use, object built, knowledge dispersed.
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Totem Figures is all about the concept of identifying the items in your life that shape you, make you who you are today, and finding that system of patterns in the non-random choosing of your life's heroes...or totems. Totems can be people, places, things. But they all have one thing in common: They are pre-ordained to make you the person you are today and help create your own Totem Myth about yourself.
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Maybe this is why for years I have been going by the name BetaMike. This is my Totem Myth. I am no more or less a composite of all the things that have shaped me in the past. It is music that I have listened to, films that I have gravitated toward, and people that I have looked up to. TJ explains that all of us have a "Mt. Rushmore" and the faces that we carve onto that mythological structure are our totem figures.
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I have over the years found power in the number nine. How this number came into my life as a central figure I can't remember, but it has taken center stage for a while. My family moved when I was in the 9th grade, I was born in '72 (7 +2 + 9), this year I will be 36 (3 + 6 = 9). I do a lot of things based around the number nine and when I see this totem figure in my life, I tend to pay attention to it.
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This is of course just one example of how my life is shaped by the Totem Figures on my "Mt. Rushmore" but there are many others, some of which I have talked about here on the Skinny Tie Report. Who are yours? Why?
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Thank you to TJ Dawe and his brilliant 90 minute dialogue on this concept.
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Sunday, March 02, 2008

José González



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I first stumbled upon José González somewhere in my subconscious when I saw a Flickr photo set by someone who was on location when they shot that cute Sony Bravia commercial in San Francisco. You know the one...with all the neat multi-colored bouncing balls. ! Anyway, the song "Heartbeats" captured my attention but soon after hearing it, my existence turned to the cold, calculated world of electronic music. Not to say that I have never really jonesed for the soothing sounds of that coffee house bard stuff, I just really have to be in the mood to not move to my music.
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Then something strange happened. While lost in the jungle of my new found affection for the cathode ray-cool of the likes of Ladytron, Kavinsky, and MSTRKRFT, I heard something eerily familiar while listening to group from Sweden called The Knife. It was a little darker and a bit more up-tempo, but there was "Heartbeats" again. Except instead of conjuring up images of brightly colored bouncy orbs, the only thing I could think of was how terrifying Karin Andersson would look singing this love song with her face in black light (you just have to know The Knife to appreciate that).
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Around this time the 2007 Coachella Arts & Music Festival came and I was hellbent on getting up close for Teddybears, yet another group from Sweden. To accomplish this, I had to get there early and see the two acts before them, forcing my way to the front of the tent where the crowd had gathered to see...José González!
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I only managed to hear the last two songs of his set, but I was completely sold, practically forgetting why I came to the stage in the first place. José was up there effortlessly pouring his heart out with just a guitar and a vast empty stage, and the tent was dead silent. The only two songs I managed to hear were covers of Massive Attack's "Teardrop" and Bronski Beat's "Smalltown Boy." At this point, I nearly cried. It could have also been because of the vast amount of happy smoke being puffed at the side of the stage that I was on.
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Needless to say, I couldn't wait to invest more time and energy into listening to what José González was trying to sell me. I bought both of his albums and poured over material relating to the singer. I am a covers junkie and even though José writes a lot of his own material, some of his best stuff comes from making (dare I say) others songs better...or at least different. From Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart," to Massive Attack's "Teardrop," there is a craft in how he finds the perfect song to cover. I was surprised to re-discover Zero 7's album The Garden which was made exponentially terrific by their use of José on the track "Crosses" and "Futures." If those songs do not haunt you after hearing them, then you have no soul. I also discovered along the way that despite the Latin roots of his name, José González is actually from Gothenburg, Sweden...the same exact town that The Knife is from! I love when life is like a palindrome in that way. No wonder I fell in love with the dark nature of José González's music.
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I promised myself that if José ever came within a two state radius (I do live in Florida after all...two is my limit), that I would be there. You cannot imagine the Tiger Beat glee I felt when I learned that he would be playing The Social, mere blocks from my house.
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The show was amazing...and sold out. I was shocked. Well, not shocked, but I was pleasantly surprised that half of Orlando recognized quality when they saw it. Sadly, the show sold out before my best concert pal Stephanie was able to grab a ticket but she was kind enough to stand outside with me until the doors opened. Love her!
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Supplied with just a guitar and a piece of wood to tap his foot on, José González took the stage with almost a hero's welcome and again, the venue fell silent. There comes a time when the imperfections of live make the texture of the experience that much better, and José González is a textbook example of this. Somehow, the vibrato and tone of his voice on songs such as "Crosses" and "Killing For Love" seem to double and almost become an instrument as obvious as his guitar. Quiet and humbled by the attention that follows him, he did manage to impishly smile and request that we clap along...but only if you knew the song.
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The set and performance was incredible with nearly every song from Veneer being covered as well as a large amount of songs from In Our Nature. One of the highlights was again, his masterful selection of a cover...this time Kylie Minogue's "Hand on Your Heart" which brought even the chattiest kids at The Social to a halt.
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If José wasn't already near perfect in my book, I learned that this entire tour is completely green by partnering with Reverb
, a non-profit organization designed to educate and engage music fans and promote environmental sustainability. José requests biodegradable catering products and a reduction of plastic water bottles; González and Reverb will calculate the CO2 footprint of the tour and neutralize emissions from venue energy use, ground transportation, flights and hotel accommodations by supporting clean renewable energy projects. In fact, the back of my José González sticker explained how part of the purchase of my ticket will go to off-set the carbon footprint left by the tour.
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See below for more information on
José González and to see photos from my Flickr set.
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Skinny Tie Flickr Set
José González official site
José González Wiki
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Saturday, November 10, 2007

IKEA Orlando Sneak Peek!


IKEA 001
Originally uploaded by skinnytie
Nothing like poppin' the new Orlando IKEA's ligonberry cherry. More photos here.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

The Pre-Game!

Coachella, like Christmas, comes but once a year and for the past two years, I have looked forward to purple mountains, fields of shag green grass and LED lights as much, if not more than, the quiet glow of my Christmas tree.
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This past Saturday, the Coachies (minus a very ill and very missed Kelis) met up just shy of the week mark before this year's pilgrimage to Coameccha!
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Sashook's new hot pants that I had the honor of sizing.
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The amazing Sam Flax rainbow
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Who's the coolest dude in Orlando?
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the Crit.a.r.d. special at Crooked Bayou
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Crooked Coachies
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James gives thanks (and a mango) at the alter of Dong-A-Co
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Sausages? Eggs? Disgusting?
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Lactasoy and the real thing!
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End your day with the soothing feel of Colon Clean tea!
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Saturday, November 25, 2006

Super Ghetto Fabulous Orlando Holiday Fun Parade 2006!

This year, Orlando threw off the gloves and had a bells-out Christmas parade that was just this side of Ross Dress For Less with a splash of Arena football. The parade was ho-ho-hosted by Grand Marshall Gloria Gaynor, and emceed by Alan Thicke...Alan Thicke!!! With special parade appearances by Larry King, several A.M. country recording artists and American Idol wannabes!!!
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Wow!
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Here's just a taste of what I saw. Please eat with a spork.
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Make way for the baby machine!
Can't you just feel the ratatat message of immaculate conception here? Nicely themed! Of course I have to say that. I was bribed into submission by the fact that in place of an actual baby to portray our Lord and Savior, there was a large bag of Jolly Ranchers in the stroller. Genius! Of course we were all thrown samples. Symbolic? Sure, but only if you got watermelon.

"I'm starting to doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion!"
Someone just doesn't have the holiday spirit. That's you Miss Magnolia! I see your flag sagging!

Just look at these fabulous parade give-a-ways!

Merry McChristmas!!!!
Aaaaah, this was the float that got my feet out of the gutter water and tap dancing with joy. A real honest to goodness celebrity! Seriously, you could hear the children's screams from 3 blocks away as soon as his McHummer turned the corner. Show 'em that democracy isn't dead...the kids want trans-fats for Christmas! The nuggets were by far and away the best treat handed out at the parade today. Here we see an action shot of Ronald lobbing one to a plump 6 year old with pigtails. I was enthused by Ronald's attempt at spicing up his megaphone with yuletide joy even though it does seem half-assed. I do believe that McDonaldland stylists wouldn't have let him be seen in public with something like this. Hmmm, probably an impostor.

I'm not sure if the antlers detract from the mini-mini's or if the unfinished game of connect-the-dots really goes with faux deer pelt.
"...and shuffle off to Buffalooo..."


Skinny Tiedol meets Skinny Tiedol Runner-Up's
Kevin Covais and Melissa McTrash from American Idol Season 5! Can you believe it?! Chicken Little right here in Orlando! This is a Skinny Tiedol dream come true. This parade couldn't get any better!!!! I would have tried to get a better picture for you all but I was gorging myself on a plate of fried pickles at this point and could barely get my lard-laden ass out of my seat in time to grab even this shot. I passed on the $15 ticket to go see him sing later on, I mean...come on. There are limits.

Fishnet stockings, patent leather boots and jazz hands!!!! I'm still trying to get over the fishnets but hey, celebrating our Lord's birth only comes once and year and this is Orlando.

Tyracize it!
Proof that Tyra Banks it is having an effect on today's youth. Particularly so because this little diva got to ride on her own float with silvery eye glitter whilst the rest of the Jr. Jezebels had to make it work walking behind her her sucking in the fumes of inadequacy.

Junior Predators
Today was a day for Predators. Mostly of the adult kind by the amount of all the single men with hands in their pockets, but there were these Junior ones as well. I've never seen anything like this before: 6 and 7 year old's shouting "Shake your money maker!" I wish I was joking.

If it wasn't just the best shade of green, I would have turned shot her owner on site.

Here comes the FANbulance!
Quick! Give me 50 CC's of indifference...Stat!

"The best use of lawn ornaments in a parade" award goes to....
...Santa!!!
Oh, and honey, making the sign of the cross won't protect you from him. And that's an "X" by the way.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Ladytron and CSS, The Club at Firestone, Orlando, Florida

poster by Betamike
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Hitting the clubs again for a second day in a row, I feel like a beat up Michael Alig Happy Meal toy in the worst way, of course this is coming the day after. Last night was indeed amazing!
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Highly anticipated since it was their first time in Orlando, Ladytron supersized themselves from their original location of the Social to the Club at Firestone somehow having the predilection of knowing that as amazing as The Social would be to see the haughty ice queens of darktronica, it could by no means hold the one two punch of both their sprawling set-up nor their energetic opening band CSS.
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At first I was a little dismayed at the venue change but after thinking about it, Firestone has ample s
pace and pretty nifty backdrop (an old tire factory...c'mon!) but the sheer wall of sound that even 1/2 of Ladytron could produce in a venue like The Social makes me automatically want to "What if" this thing to death. Never the less, a bigger venue also means about 1,000 more inebriated rubberneckers and Firestone Thursday regulars who either were like "WTF!!" or found themselves on the receiving end of a pretty damn good aural attack.
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Opening up for Ladytron straight out of the hype caboose like a thousand sexed up kittens scratching their way out of a neon pink and gold spandex bag was the Brazilian Cansei de Ser
Sexy (CSS) who you may have or certainly have already been rocking out to with their "Let's Make Love to Death From Above 1979". Fronted by Lovefoxxx (eh,really!) who is exactly a combination of a Sugarcubes-era Bjork with the inhibition of an any-era Margaret Cho, CSS is a party band. Let me say this again...a-l-c-o-h-o-l induced take-your pants off party band! With songs like "Art Bitch," "Meeting Paris Hilton" and...awww, fuck it, watching lead singer Lovefoxx jump in circles around the stage making fuck me eyes at just about everyone not afraid to make eye contact back at her was thrilling enough. Mind you, before I realized that under her tie-died shirt was actually flesh colored spandex (which was in a perpetual state of on-off like some sort of clothing light switch) I braced myself for "Uh oh, a real Brazilian wax!" but I am not sure the alternative made me grimace any less. Not familiar with their entire oeuvre, I was immediately thrown into a swirl of kicking myself in the ass for not listening to more of their album as soon as they took the stage. Their sound is exactly what I love about electronic-tinged pop music. It's sharp and funny and brutally irreverent. Ultimately it was such a joyous experience being right down in the front for such an energetic band, hand clapping and sexying myself up quite a bit. And who doesn't love a band that comes out and shouts first thing "It must be Thursday because last night was Project Runway!"
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You could just as well call this tour the night and day tour as the differences between such a high energy band (think 3 pixie sticks below the sugar high of The Go! Team) and the haute couture sonic dark musings of a band like Ladytron. I am not going to waste a lot of words on the Ladytron show here since I have about 100 photos to go through and post suffice it to say that they put on a superb set with them playing every single song that I wanted them to ("CMYK" would have been nice though). I don't mean to undercut them by giving them less text but if you know who or what Ladytron sounds like, there you have their show. Not to say that you don't take away anything from seeing them live, but besides a constantly running video screen in the background, you can only really say so much at the marvelous job they do at producing their sound live in front of you without any special gimmicks. Having only been about 8 sweaty bodies back at Coachella, my spot last night was even better, the holy grail of being right up front against the Marshall Stacks having paid the price early on of putting up with two pseudo lesbians during CSS's set. I can only tell you here how good electronic music is
while suckling on the teet of a speaker mere inches in front of your face because I certainly could not hold an intelligible conversation about it today. The leftover static fuzz is quite nice however and I'm beginning to enjoy it.
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I cannot begin to explain how excited I still am that we got to experience Ladytron right here in Orlando because by far, they are one of my favorite bands and cold fish stage presence aside, and I can say I quite like that also in a school marm kind of way, I haven't had my ass kicked this much at a concert since I lost my first set of ear cilia at the Jesus and Mary Chain show, my first rock concert ever. My apologies to all involved as well on this seemingly half-ass posting as I am still drunk on sound, if that is possible. Let's say yes!
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Thursday, September 21, 2006

Art Brut - We Are Scientists - The Spinto Band @ The Social, Orlando, Florida

poster by Betamike
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Flashback to April of this year and a svelt (more so than today) Betamike was boogying down to the fey glam pop sounds of Scissor Sisters in the California desert and having a damn good time... watching not only Jake Shears in his limited edition gold foil jumper jog endlessly in place mind you but taking in the visceral sight of 5,000 or so smushed-up bodies that were caught up in the glitter bomb that eminated from the stage.
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Slow forward to about a day later reading the press surrounding this year's Coachella concert and word of dueling expositions of equal critical weight. On one end, the much lauded and "louded"
public affair that I attended and on the other end of the polo field, an up and coming band so artsy that they called themselves, well....Art Brut closing down the Mojave tent in what one would assume to be a dauntless and unforgiving task, trying to soak up any revelers away from mainstays Tool or the one-two combination of The Go! Team and the Scissor Sisters. Given the fact that I felt sorry for The Editors earlier in the eveing having caught them in Orlando before the festival play to a measely half filled tent, I should have given greater attention to Art Brut's slot and their no-less significant place there. In retrospect, a golden opportunity to catch such a great band instead of taking my esteemed place far enough back at a much more prolific group's set so crowded that I have only just now realized that the belt marks around my waist were not my own.
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Art Brut, by all counts, shut the place down. Not only in a literal sense because, well....so did Tool and Scissor Sisters and that one half-conscious drunk girl shouting "Crazy" being drug to her car, but in the sense that everyone who saw them claimed to have a size 11 imprint of lead singer Eddie Argos's foot on their backside, in short, they kicked every sunburnt ass in the Mojave tent. But who knew? Art Brut. Really?
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Yesterday, I was able to see what the fuss was about along with two other bands I had never seen, We Are Scientists and The Spinto Band. The latter I had never heard of but judging by the pleasant sound of their music not and eagerness to please the crowd, you should be able to find
them readily available on your next venture to any so-and-so Pitchafit music blog or another. Lead singer Nick Krill is next up to spot-on play David Byrne in a remake of Stop Making Sense and bassist Thomas Hughes (who also bills himself as poopship on the band's website) somehow manages to manipulate the very Kimchi Ready-Whip that powers every kid in the place. We Are Scientists are a band who my friend Stephanie adored the last time they were here and who I have casually enjoyed from my couch whenever I have had the opportunity to see one of their brilliant videos. I've actually blogged about this before I think but if you want something smart, witty, hilarious, unexpected, and much welcomed to read, go on over to the Scientists website and check it out, great stuff! A fan of bands like Soul Coughing and They Might Be Giants, We Are Scientists are savvy rockers but gentlemen-rockers none the less and harder than I really expected. Live they were somewhere between tasting dry Kool-Aid right out of the packet and eating a partially solidified cake of powdered sugar ... if it were to mix finally....and brilliantly in your stomach. Not exactly what I expected live. They played very well, a little harder than I possibly imagined but less than impressionable as I had hoped as it seemed the witty banter I had saved room for in my noggin was nothing compared to the 45 minute intellectual storm that Eddie Argos and company had brought with them.
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Famous last words are a very funny thing. It was no more than a few minutes before Art Brut took the stage that I was professing my complete ignorance about and arrogrance toward Eddie Argos's talky-singy (singy-talky?) style of delivery in the exactly three songs that I had heard from them before last night. Such proclimations should really be left at home especially if you also
profess to only hearing three songs before that evening. It wasn't even so much the fact that he didn't sing (even he professes not to in "Formed A Band") but the fact that indeed each song is so well crafted from a storytellers perspective and half lived-out on stage in front of you that allows you to buy into the bottled product that Art Brut are selling. Personal, enlightened, well-intentioned...all themes...no, adjectives that can be used to describe the song writing. Delivery of course is another thing as well. If at first I detested what I assumed would be a boring lecture of a rock show (who half sings an entire set anyway?), I now consider my glorious, swaggering Sylvia Plath. The man responsible for making me actually stand up and pay attention to what the hell was going on on-stage for the first time in a long time. I was actually concerned about his little brother discovering rock and roll! Emily Kane?...a complete bitch! Moving to L.A. sounds like such a great idea! Especially if you can drink Hennessy with Morrissey! All of these strange thoughts and themes that shouldn't be rotating around together in a concert set all seem perfectly tied together because Eddie makes them spin so well. Like a brilliant art mobile.
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A day later (and a big thanks to technology) those same brilliantly painted stories were still floating around in the collective heads of me and my friends. Instant messages with phrases like "Art Brut, are you ready?" and "Popular culture no longer applies to me." I suppose that is the real test of a band making an impression, popular culture actually transcends them and there they are, memorable, quotable and yes....singable a day later.
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