Last night I saw the Eels perform for their third visit to Australia.
Each time, thus far, has been a unique and wonderous experience. Mr E, leading the band through its revolving lineup, never disappoints and always knows how to make an entrance. Last night he was dressed in 20's European attire, entering with a walking stick in his right hand and puffing on a fat ol' cigar.
Mr E, as always, was hilarious, balancing out the heartbreaking lyrics. The other members of the Eels, this time, consisted of The Chet on every instrument imaginable (including a long stint on the saw), Big Al on double bass and four women on strings ranging from cello to violin.
A ten minute noise segue into Novocaine for the Soul had most of Hamer Hall wondering what happened to that pretty music show they were watching. Me? I love that shit. It's self-indulgent and noisy and fun. The highlight came when the cellist (Anna) put down her instrument and picked up another one. It was pink and made a clicking/whirring noise when she pressed it against the microphone.
Is that what I think it is?
Yes, I have seen vibrators used on stage but never like that!
While I dismiss the notion of performance art as bullshit I love it when performance becomes art. In the end the songs became secondary to the band's presence. Ask me tomorrow which songs were covered and I couldn't tell you but ask me what happened on stage and I will detail the performance blow by blow.
Everybody should experience an Eels show at least once in their life. I'm lucky enough to have witnessed three and I'd gladly go back for a fourth.
I don't throw around the words "pure genius" very often. Well... maybe I do but this time it is truly appropriate.
Check out this video. The Electric Company meets The Knights Templar equating maths with paganism. Really. I'm not making this shit up.
You must look at it now!
Do you miss creating websites with tables or frames? How can you make a million dollars by changing your business name? I'm sure this will all be covered at the Web 1.0 conference happening in San Francisco.
I wish I could be there.
Over at Boxcutters you can check out Episode 4. Rumours have been speculating that this is the best episode so far. If you haven't listened to it yet then you better jump on the zeitgeist.
Oh man... it's so now!
I've never played World of Warcraft but it's a great idea and it looks like a wonderful game. Blizzard, the creators, have really built a wonderful online phenomenon but when a plague begins spreading around the world had the game truly taken on a life of it's own?
Here is the news item from 1UP
Finally the first episode of Boxcutters
is up and, by all reports, is nothing short of excellent. Check it out by clicking here and doing whatever your computer tells you to do.
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It's TV for radio on the internet.
Hosted by Brett Cropley, Josh Kinal and Ross McQueen, Boxcutters will take you on a tour through the world of television once a week.
While the team likes to think of it as broadcasting on the internet (because of the high ambitions of radio potential) the show will take the form more commonly known as podcasting (a.k.a. computer-magic radio).
Where can you find such a delightful chocolate-box of tasty nougat information about television, what's on it and how it could be better? Well, we haven't worked that one out yet.
We're recording episode one tonight and it will be available from tomorrow. As soon as information is made available I'll let you know. In fact, I can tell you that there will definitely be a link on this site. Just keep checking.
Listen to the first episode so when you get famous you can tell all your friends "they used to be better."
Dateline: San Diego, CA.
I arrived in California yesterday morning. Friends picked me up from LAX and we drove down to San Diego via a Carrows (sp?) restaurant. A note to Americans: Everyone thinks it's weird that you put maple syrup on your bacon and therefore you have no right to think it's weird that I put ketchup on my sausage and eggs (and pancakes).
One of the things I always notice about southern California is how much space there is out here. Everbody lives in these weird gated communities all huddled up together. Multi-level identical condos line the landscape in San Diego and it's all you can see from the highways. I couldn't get my head around it. There's so much land and so little of it being developed, so why is it so expensive? Why are the people here forced to live in overly buerocratic microcommunities where the idea of community is virtually non-existant like in some kind of anti-kibbutz?
Apparently there have been laws laid down. The state or federal government owns most of the empty land and it has been classified as state or national parkland. I have not confirmed this, I only know what I've been told. Maybe, if I'm not too lazy, I'll do some research.
So the idea is to disallow habitation on a lot of the land to force people into hyperexpensive high-density housing as an attempt to disuade more people from moving here.
That's right. It's now a case of: "Go west, young man, but don't stay too long because there's nothing for you there."