Archive | July, 2011

Forever 27

26 Jul

The text popped up on Saturday afternoon, in the midst of my family vacation:
“Didja hear Winehouse joined the 27 club?”

27: the end of the road for a growing list of talented musicians. Famously, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Kurt Cobain, Brian Jones and Jimi Hendrix did not live to see their 28th birthdays. This realization has created dual auras of myth and dread. Myth, for so many artists cut down in their prime. They are frozen in their genius phase, their talent undiminished forever, for better or worse. (I often wonder if Nirvana would cast such an intimidating shadow over modern rock to this day if Kurt hadn’t pulled that trigger.) Dread, for many a music-loving commoner, myself included, who approach the age hoping they’ll make it to the next year in one piece. At this point in my life, I’ve surpassed the ages of all the 27 Club, Buckleys Tim and Jeff – and I’m closing in on Michael Hutchence. I measure my own path through life against those I’ve outlived. Continue reading

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Get Me to the Greek

15 Jul

Los Angeles is trembling in its collective boots as I type. Once midnight strikes, the 405 freeway will be shut down for 53 hours over a 10-mile stretch as workers partially dismantle the Mulholland Bridge – an event of potentially city-clogging proportions that is now known nationwide as “Carmageddon”.

Carmageddon is severely fucking up my concert-going plans this weekend. Continue reading

Dare To Be Stupid

7 Jul

June 21st was a red-letter day for new music in the Seibold home. Three of my favorite artists – Nikka Costa, Gomez and Liam Finn – released albums that day. The hubby waited with bated breath for just one, though: Alpocalypse, the latest CD from “Weird Al” Yankovic.

I come to praise Weird Al, not to bury him. Mainly because he’s not dead.
(rimshot) Continue reading