Showing posts with label the social. Show all posts
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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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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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