Dedication: Dan Moran

This one’s for the metalhead, horror artist, loyal Joey, and all-around righteous chap known in our time as Dan Moran. (Please note that much of the art at the link is not safe for work. Not even a little bit.) I’ve been talking a lot about how much interesting metal is coming out of the rest of the world, but this is from good old ‘MURICA!! Enjoy some sludgy metal from Savannah, Georgia’s own Kylesa.

Heads up, I’m performing soon!

Hoo boy, I don’t do this often. A friend and I are performing a duet at the upcoming event “WORST. SONG. EVER.” on Friday, April 4. This is an occasional event run at Espresso Bueno in Barre, Vermont–local friends, why not show up and enjoy live performances of some of the WORST songs in the history of pop music?! It only costs a 5-spot and there’s food, beer/wine/cider, and some of the best coffee in Vermont. What will I be performing you ask? You’ll just have to come find out. I will reveal only that I am on the hunt for a sweet polyester shirt from the 70s.


Dedications: Ben Moss

I did this a couple years back on Facebook and folks really seemed to enjoy it. I’m gonna spend the next few weeks dedicating songs that I think my friends will enjoy, because it’s FUN to say stuff like “This one goes out to Shaleequa from Donzel, Pam, and Crystal.” So the first one is for Ben Moss, artist and all-around righteous dude. I know Ben’s into the old school hardcore and punk, among other things. Ben, have some mostly forgotten novelty hardcore from 1988–it’s Old Skull!

Turntable magic

Whoa, how’d it get to be several weeks since I last posted?! Stupid march of time. I am not normally one for electronica, IDM, turntablism, or anything else surrounding the dance club culture. But I’m really digging the skills of Kid Koala. He’s been around for a long time at this point, so this is ancient and dusty news to those of you who are into this scene. But this is one of the few performances that’s made me see the appeal of turntablism.

For your grooving pleasure

I know in an abstract sense that organs aren’t supposed to be hip. In mainstream culture they’re associated with high church pomp, hokey ballgames, cornball restaurants. But I can’t make myself believe that organs aren’t cool because I know better. My dad LOVED playing the organ, the low-down and funkier the better. Black America has a great history of hot jazz and R&B played on the electric organ, especially the iconic Hammond B3. I thought of this recently because of a recent concert on NPR Music from Dr. Lonnie Smith.

Doctor Lonnie Smith

Go ahead, say he’s uncool. You’re scared, aren’t you?

There’s nothing that better evokes late night in the big city to me than a dude really going to town on a vintage organ. Listen to this concert for an idea of what one of the greats can do with this instrument. You can check out this link for a good (though now dated) history of the organ in jazz music. And if you just gotta get more of that sound in you, here’s a recent performance from Medeski, Martin, & Wood.


There’s a new 25th anniversary edition out of Bob Mould’s Workbook. Wait a minute IT’S BEEN TWENTY-FIVE YEARS SINCE WORKBOOK CAME OUT HOW CAN THAT BE–


OK, now that I’ve dealt with my approaching death I need to talk about this album. What a goddamn masterpiece. I’ve always loved it, but relistening to it this week was a forceful reminder of how influential this was. Hüsker Du had just broken up and we didn’t know what to expect from Mould as a solo artist. A reversion to early hardcore? Pere Ubu-style no-wave? Turns out the answer was “ferociously good indie rock.” Workbook is slick in a way that no Hüsker Du album ever was, and that’s OK. Mould strode confidently into the mainstream here without sacrificing his vision and the results are a shiny new alloy of power pop and post-punk. Bracing, delicate, and inspiring, a lot of the best work that would later come out of the 90s college rock scene was presaged by this brilliant album. Give it a listen.