Archive for September, 2009

30
Sep

Bands You’ve (Probably) Never Heard Of

Ninjaspy – Pi Nature

Ninjaspy is a combination of things. The boys of this Vancouver based trio are obviously purveyors of the 90’s music scene and they seem to use every piece they’ve found to craft what they’re doing.

Listening through Pi Nature by Ninjaspy for me was like walking through all the bands I listened to in high school. I heard The Tea Party, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Chevelle, and Tool . And that’s just in the first three songs!

At times manic and nervous, at others soaring and liberating, Ninjaspy is onto something here. They’re bringing this sound to the maritimes with 13 dates.

· Oct 12 – Fredericton, NB @ The Capital Center
· Oct 13 – Chatham, NB @ The Legion
· Oct 14 – Sussex, NB @ Jubilee Hall
· Oct 16 – Halifax, NS @ The Pavillion
· Oct 17 – Bridgewater, NS @ Kingsman Club
· Oct 18 – Halifax, NS @ Gus Pub
· Oct 20 – Glace Bay, NS @ TBA
· Oct 22 – St John’s, NL @ Distortion
· Oct 23 – St John’s, NL @ CBGT’s
· Oct 24 – St John’s, NL @ CBGT’s
· Oct 24 – St John’s, NL @ Distortion (early)
· Oct 25 – St John’s, NL @ The Levee

And they’ve just added a Moncton date on the 29th of October with What’s He Building in There.

If you like your music with some variety and spice, be sure to check these guys out!

Keep an eye out for an interview and maybe a contest!

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30
Sep

The Motorleague – Hymn for the Newly Departed

If you were interested by iamawildparty’s review of The Motorleague’s new album, here’s the first video, “Hymn for the Newly Departed”.

Enjoy!

25
Sep

Mama Raised A Good Boy

Mama Raised A Good BoyHoly shit, this is a catchy album. If I had to sum up Rik Reese & Neon Highway’s 11-track country offering in one sentence, that would be it. So catchy in fact, that it’s taken me four months to write about it because I’d rather just sit back, tap my feet, and enjoy it instead of trying to write.

When I met with Reese to get a copy of the album he told me he “wanted to do it right,” and it shows. Before I even put the CD on, the first thing I noticed was the liner booklet. I’m one of those types that likes to put on a record and read the liner notes. The trend towards skimpy one or two page liners with minimal credits and no lyrics is a big pet peeve of mine, and I’m glad to say that Mama Raised A Good Boy has a full booklet. Lyrics, artwork, and a full “Thanks to…” page. In the world of piracy and digital downloads, a good liner is about the only thing physical media has going for it, and it’s nice to see that he took the time to put one together.

On to the music! From the honky-tonk style of “Mama Raised A Good Boy”, that modern country sound in “Ain’t Lookin’ For Me”, and the boot-stompin’ “Old Spice ‘Er Gun Powder”, to a classic country ballad “Strong Enough”, and my personal favorite “Old Black Train” – an old-timey western track that would fit right in on the Firefly soundtrack – Mama Raised A Good Boy has something for everybody. I’m not the first to say it, but Reese’s vocal style is similar to Travis Tritt’s, and he makes the transition from grit to soft to twang easily to fit the tone of each song.

It’s also one the best-sounding local albums I’ve ever heard. It’s well mixed, without feeling over-produced. There’s loads of bass guitar in the mix that gives it this great warmness. You can turn it up, close your eyes, and it almost feels like it’s live. I can’t recall ever having had that happen before while listening to a studio album.

Bottom line: If you like country, do yourself a favour and check out Rik Reese & Neon Highway.

Website: http://www.neonhighwayband.com
ReverbNation: http://www.reverbnation.com/neonhighwayband

25
Sep

Friday Rewind I – Gordon

I’m cheating a little bit on this first one… I didn’t pull it off the shelf today, but I think it’s in the spirit of what I’m trying to do here.








I was 8 when The Barenaked Ladies put out Gordon. I was too young to get most of “If I Had $1000000″, but I loved Kraft Dinner, and to this day I can’t hear the song without imagining myself diving into a pool filled with a million bucks worth of cheesy deliciousness. With Dijon ketchup. I saved up allowance for weeks to buy Gordon, and I listened to it so much that the tape broke about 6 months later. When I bought it again, I dubbed it to a blank tape and kept the original safe and sound in my tape rack. It’s probably still there.

I don’t remember what replaced it (probably The Offspring’s Smash – that’s for another Friday Rewind), but I eventually stopped listening to it. Sure, it made its way into my Walkman a few times during high school, and I bought the CD used when I got a discman, but after that it was forgotten until my vacation this spring.

I’d rented a car that had a CD player but no tape deck or AUX input, so I found myself looking at my CD rack for the first time in years. That red and blue ball jumped out at me, and before I knew it I was on the highway to Cap Pele singing along to “Grade 9″ at the top of my lungs. I spent most of that week of vacation listening to it, and I think I like it more now than I did then. The lyrics are a little more personally relevant than they were when I was 10, and I found myself enjoying the less upbeat songs (like “The Flag” and “What a Good Boy”) I’d always skipped when I was a kid.

These days, the whole album’s on my iPod and gets pretty regular rotation. Who knows how long it would’ve sat, neglected on a dusty shelf, if I hadn’t rented that car…

24
Sep

Eulogy for Spontaneity

Joe’s post about the effect of the digital era on music got me thinking a bit… And I realized that its biggest effect on me was that I don’t look at my collection anymore. I used to be able to stand in front of that wall of CDs, tapes, vinyl, and 8-tracks and see my music. Albums could jump out at me, or I’d spot a record I hadn’t heard in a while and throw it on. I have my entire collection ripped to MP3s, shared so I can listen to it from anywhere with a wifi connection, but it’s hard for an old record to catch your eye when you have to browse through three different file folders to see it. There’s no spontaneity anymore. It’s sad to admit, but the digital convenience I’m so fond of is probably the reason I don’t listen to old music anymore.

I’ve decided to start looking at my old music racks again. Every Friday, I’m going to find a record I’ve had for at least 10 years, pop it on, and write about it. I’m curious to see how my tastes have changed, how well the music’s stood up, and I hope I encourage a few people to do the same in the process.

23
Sep

The Beatles Rockband.

So at work the other day I decided to call up the local video store and ask if they had the Beatles Rock Band. Of course they do, it’s brand new and it a massively anticipated game. At least by myself.

They set one aside for me and I spent the rest of the day hoping that the night would go by fast.

It didn’t.

Once work was finished I rushed over to the video store, and had to spend an extra ten minutes creating an account, and listening to the clerks banter back and forth. I finally had the game in my hands once they were done commenting on the customers. I walked home as fast as I could. Ducking between fences to find shortcuts, listening to the Beatles to get myself pumped up.

Finally I was in the apartment. Crap! House is on. I’ll try anyway. I walk to the living room and state “You should stop what you’re doing and play Beatles Rockband!” IT WORKED. Plug it in, and more obsticals! Setting up the guitar, and the mic. An extra fifteen minutes I didn’t need to waste.

Then… oh then, finally, I got to play. This is where my story ends, and the review begins.

The story line of the game follows, you guessed it, the Beatles from their days playing in The Cavern, to the Ed Sullivan show, on to the Stadium, and their days at Abbey Road, leading to their final profomance on the rooftop of Apple Studios. The visuals are amazing, and you get to see the band change, and grow from the four, matching suit, moptop boys to Sgt. Peppers band, and onward. The music ranges from their most popular, to songs that even the biggest fans probably don’t listen to often.

The difficulty of the game play isn’t changed much, in fact since it’s old rock and roll, some of the songs are a lot easier than any other song from other rock band games. Even on expert. That being said, there are a lot of songs, hard, easy, or otherwise, that are just fun to play.

The guitar, bass, and drums are all pretty standard, the singing however is where the game takes a turn. Since all four of the band members sang, and harmonized, the game gives you a solo, or Harmony option, so all four players have the chance to sing. When we tried, we only had one mic, and we weren’t sure if you needed only one, or if more were required for the three. There were only two of us playing at the time, and the mic was sitting on a stool while we sat on the floor with the guitars playing I Wanna Hold Your Hand. It didn’t turn out well.

As you play through the storyline, you can unlock rare photos of the Beatles on tour, or recording, the better you do on the songs. If you’re a huge Beatles fan, it’s an added little bonus to see the fab four in their younger days.

The Beatles Rockband, like other rockband games, is fairly short. Having played through the entire story setlist in three hours, with several water breaks between songs. I think though that the replayability curves the fact that it’s not that long, along with the upcoming downloadable packs, including songs like, All You Need is Love, Maxwell’s Silver Hammer, Girl, and Oh! Darlin’. These are going to be worth looking into, so buying the game is a definite possibility down the road. If you like The Beatles, Rockband, or both, I shouldn’t even have to finish this sentence, so I wont.

Either way, later.

20
Sep

Harvest Jazz and Blues Festival, 2009.

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19
Sep

How To Be (2008)

2008′s How To Be afforded Twilight actor Robert Pattinson what the latter sadly denied him: the opportunity to portray more than one emotion. Albeit few, these scenes in which Pattinson isn’t bumbling awkwardly about bleary-eyed and cotton-mouthed are refreshing — namely a pub scene in which he, aided on both counts by excessive alcohol, gains fledgling self-confidence only to lose his grip on it upon spotting his ex with a new flame. In fact, the many spoiled-childish tantrums of Pattinson’s Arthur are comedic gold.

But, enough on him. Johnny White and Mike Pearce, as Art’s mates Ronny and Nikki, contend admirably for their limelight — particularly noteworthy, a scene in which Nikki fumbles a trick at a skate park — and Alisa Arnah is formidably credible as Art’s exasperated love interest.

As for the plot, it’s your satisfyingly typical British independent film that comes full circle to the middle of nowhere but now with sprinkles. Inarguably, none of the characters gain much ground throughout the course of the film, but by its conclusion you commend their baby steps.

16
Sep

Single Figures in an Irish Summer

During a recent conversation with an uncle, I mentioned that I’d recently taken up the Royal and Ancient Game of Golf… Or more accurately, that the Gods that rule the Royal and Ancient Game had decided that golfers in southeastern New Brunswick needed someone to make them feel better about their own play, and that someone was me. I’ve lost 23 balls in a one round, shot over 200, and one time a blind man beat me by more than 30 strokes. Not pretty. My uncle mentions a book that helped him.

A couple of weeks later, a package comes in the mail. Inside is a book, Single Figures in an Irish Summer, with a handwritten note from the author inside the cover.  It’s the true story of the author’s quest to go from a 30+ handicap to single digits in sixty days. It does have plenty of technical hints and tips, but where it makes it’s biggest impact is where the great golfers all tell you it matters most: Your head.

It’s completely changed the way I look at the game, both on and off the course, and it shows… I’ve lowered my score by more than 10 strokes each time I’ve gone out since I read it. Two months ago I shot 129 at a local Par 3 course (that’s 75 over par, by the way). Last Saturday I shot 115, including my first green-in-regulation and first par hole. On Friday I shot 47 on the longer back nine (my first multiple-par round). On this morning’s round of 18 I shot 102, despite rushed and sloppy shots while fighting the cloud of mosquitoes that hounded me around the course. I could probably give that blind guy a run for his money.

That said, it’s far from being an instructional guide to improving your golf score. It doesn’t even try to be. Hegarty’s style makes it easy to get into, to the point where I’d sit down to read a chapter or two before bed, then suddenly realize that hours had gone by. People that don’t even golf could enjoy it, because in much the same way that the ring isn’t the point of Lord of the Rings, golf is just the vehicle that moves the story along. Single Figures leaves an impression that can touch all aspects of your life if you let it.

I feel like a better person for having read it.

Single Figure Quest

16
Sep

NHL 10

NHL 10

Yes, I know my printing sucks.