Rock ‘n’ Roll Photog: Iron and Wine with Edie Brickell

This week, Jennifer visits with a couple of old friends, watches Sam Beam rock out (and get Dylan’d for his trouble) and has some choice words for the monkeys at the circus.


Occasionally my adventures in modern music appreciation feel a bit like being at a big party with a lot of pleasant strangers, where I’m half wandering between intriguing conversations and half hiding behind a potted palm with a cocktail thinking Who are these people and what is going on here? And then the crowd parts and a familiar but rarely-seen face appears, and I feel a surge of relief and affection and want to stop and chat and see what they’ve been up to all this time.

One of these moments occurred last Saturday night, when Edie Brickell & friends (including Charlie Sexton!) took the stage at Radio City Music Hall:

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In case you are now squinting your screen thinking Edie who?: she had a big hit with What I Am in 1988, and then in 1992 married Paul Simon (MTV nation emitted a collective WHAT? at the time) and essentially fell out of pop-cultural memory. She did not, however, stop making music, and now it looks like she’s come back with a new band The Gaddabouts . Also I am pleased to tell you that her voice is as clear and sweet and true as ever, and she sounds comfortable – settled in herself – and best of all, like she is having the most possible fun she could be having on stage. If you’d like to hear more, she’ll be on WFUV this coming Friday night, along with Iron & Wine.

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Iron & Wine were also next up at Radio City. If you haven’t heard of them before, they normally specialize in somewhat mellow folk. Their average tempo is somewhere between gentle swaying and spinny hippie dancing. I say “normally” because that is what they did for the first half of their set: glided pleasantly through tunes like He Lays in the Reins, from In the Reins the album they made with Calexico, and Naked as We Came from Our Endless Numbered Days.

Then the horn section and the drummer came out –

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– Sam Beam plugged his guitar in and SHAZZAMO! Iron & Wine became a rock band and proceeded to stomp through Lion’s Mane like roadhouse veterans and give House By the Sea some jazzy calypso swing. The songs that followed were similarly rearranged and reimagined, and I have never before been as simultaneously baffled and pleased at a show. Though I do have to say it was the kind of reinvention that rewards people who pay attention to lyrics, because there was really no other musical cues to go by to figure out which song they were playing.

While I felt the evening was a success, musically, some of my fellow audience members were less excited. Several people left and one person yelled Judas! at him (Sam Beam: “But Judas was Jesus’ favorite!”) But really the biggest irritant of the night were the people hollering out requests. Ladies. Gentlemen. You are at Radio City Music Hall. The person on the stage 1) can’t hear you and 2) isn’t a jukebox and also 3) please can we all at least pretend to be adults who know how to behave? And really, where-ever you are, unless the artist actually says, “So, what do you all want to hear today?” be quiet and let the artist work whatever magic they feel like working.

— Jennifer

Rock ‘n’ Roll Photog: Video Grab Bag

This week, Jennifer shares some music she’s excited about right now, along with visual accompaniment.


Here (In Your Arms), Hellogoodby, from evilp8intpro922

Hellogoodbye put out their first record, Zombies! Aliens! Vampires! Dinosaurs! in 2006; I stumbled over it in 2008 and promptly bought it because of the seriously irresistible title. The track in the video above is one of my favorites, and indicative of their then sweet synth-poppy sound. After some wrangling with their now ex-label, they have put out a new record, entitled Would It Kill You? (less synth-y, but still poppy; also still delicious) and are hitting the road with, among other people, Gold Motel. That link back there leads to a free-for-Tweet-or-Facebook-Like tour sampler, which I highlight and heartily encourage you to check out because it includes a Gold Motel cover of Here (In Your Arms) which I cannot stop listening to, and much more besides.

The Black Apples – Where the Wild Things Go (Live at The Echo, Los Angeles, 2010-11-08) by lineinla

And then hopping over a couple of genres, for the psychadelic surf-rock fans in the audience, I bring you The Black Apples, who recently released a vinyl LP into the wild. You can find digital excerpts on bandcamp and the full LP on iTunes. Why I like it: They have TWO drummers and a lot of sweet grooves. In my collection, they occupy the “sounds like Scooby Doo” category with MGMT, but their sound is heavier – big solid drums and crisp guitars, as opposed to candy-colored dreamy noodling. They are having a record release party this Friday, January 28 at 7 PM Origami Vinyl in Echo Park, Los Angeles, CA, and, special note to Colorado and New Mexico, they will be headed your way in early March!

Brett Detar, It’s Only The Night from Tocy777

Brett Detar formerly the lead singer for The Juliana Theory, has recently launched a solo career. I found him and his new record when I was noodling around on Facebook one evening and, ladies and gentlemen, if you enjoy old-fashioned country, you need to get yourself over to his website right now and check out his tunes. My favorites: It’s Only The Night, Cocaine, Whiskey & Heroin, A Miner’s Prayer and This City Dies Tonight.

Panic! at the Disco, The Ballad of Mona Lisa lyric video, from Fueled by Ramen

And finally, I leave you with the lyric video – as in, video composed solely of lyrics – for Panic! at the Disco’s new single, The Ballad of Mona Lisa from their third record, Vices & Virtues, which is expected later this spring. I am a tiny bit of a typography nerd and so I must tell you I am all a-flutter because they are using new and different (and lovely!) fonts here and in their other promotional materials. I do also like the song; they would appear to have left behind the ’60s stylings of Pretty. Odd. and jumped back into the present with both feet, and I can’t wait to hear the rest of the record.

— Jennifer

Rock ‘n’ Roll Photog: The Beatles Complete on the Ukulele

The Beatles catalogue gets refreshed on… the ukulele? It’s true! And Jennifer was there to experience it.


The Beatles Complete on the Ukulele 2011, producer Roger Greenawalt’s annual weekend-long celebration of the Beatles’ entire catalog / fundraiser – this year’s recipient is Mark Zuckerberg – took place this past Saturday and Sunday at the Brooklyn Bowl.

This actually marks the second concert I have attended in a bowling alley. The first a all-star Cure cover-band (The Love Cats) at Asbury Lanes, and, well, I love all aspects of Asbury Park, Asbury Lanes included, but in terms of style, Brooklyn Bowl is a cut above. It is, in fact, possibly the fanciest bowling alley I have ever attended. Also, the food is delicious.

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The “Uke Mob”, performing Why Don’t We Do It In The Road?


The first two songs of the evening were performed by a “Uke Mob” made up of enthusiastic amateurs. After that, a wide variety of bands took the stage to celebrate the Beatles, and were accompanied by Greenawalt on the ukulele. The following are some of my favorite moments:

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The Zambonis, their mascot, and Greenawalt

I promise I am not making this up: The Zambonis are normally dedicated solely to songs celebrating hockey. I took this particular picture when their mascot, Sir Hockey Monkey, joined them on stage for a rousing rendition of Everybody’s Got Something To Hide But Me And My Monkey.

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The Wild ConFabulations singing When I’m 64 through a traffic cone.

In addition to inventive appropriation of non-musical objects, the Wild ConFabulations gave the proceedings some swing. And some tap; for their songs, percussion was provided by the shoes of Lorinne Lampert, the talented lady on the far right.

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A.L.X. of Love Crushed Velvet and Greenawalt, powering through Back in the U.S.S.R.

A.L.X. made an interesting point when introducing the song: the USSR as a concept is starting to fade from pop-cultural (if not historical) memory. The song is as catchy as ever, though. (By which I mean: the chorus is still stuck in my head.)

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Nat Wolff (left) and friends, making Here Comes the Sun bearable.


All I am going to say is that I once had an alarm clock that played cheesy synthed-out version of Here Comes the Sun; I still kind of want to throw something across the room when I hear it. The Wolff brothers and friends performed a far superior interpretation of the tune.

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Starting the Magical Mystery Tour with The Jingle Punks


Intriguing discovery: the Jingle Punks are both a band and a music licensing company! If you are a musician and want to get your work on tv or in movies, etc, you probably want to check them out.

— Jennifer

Rock ‘n’ Roll Photog: Graceland Too

This week, we do a little rewind as Jennifer shares her take on one of the more… exceptional places we visited on NTSIB’s Great Southern Roadtrip of 2010.


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Graceland Too, Holly Springs, MS


If I could return to any one town from NTSIB’s Southern voyage last summer, it would be Holly Springs, home to, among other things, Graceland Too. NTSIB stopped by Graceland Too the day after visiting Graceland itself. We happened to arrive at the same time as two ladies from a Tupelo paper, which is how I learned about the concepts of “Birth Week” and “Death Week”, two of the major annual events in Elvis country. In somewhat belated honor of what would have been Elvis’ 76th birthday this past Saturday, here are some pictures from the experience:

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Elvis Presley trading cards

The collection of Elvisiana at Graceland Too is the hard work of one man: Paul McLeod. He’s been collecting since 1956, and basically, if it involves Elvis Presley in any way, shape or form, he’s probably got it in his house. He also has hundreds of binders of Elvis-related news clippings, and maintains three televisions devoted to recording mentions of Elvis in popular media.

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Photographs of Elvis Presley

The amount of visual information present is actually overwhelming. We only spent a couple of hours there, but I could easily have spent several days absorbing it all. Unlike Graceland – both a rigorously curated time-capsule and a genteel, if glittery, G-rated memorial to someone who lived an R-rated life – Graceland Too embraces all of the chaos and highs and lows of Elvis’ pop-cultural (after)life, from Reese’s Pieces boxes and curtains and rugs with Elvis’ face on them to stuffed toys that sing Elvis songs.

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Flowers and other items left at Elvis’ grave

Also, dear readers, I must tell you: I’m an archivist by day, and I was as entranced by the volume and diversity of McLeod’s collection as I was by his methods of organization and preservation. I was very glad to hear some of it had already gone to the Smithsonian.

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A corner of two of the four walls covered in Elvis Presley records

In addition to the massive collection inside the house, McLeod is also engaged in outdoor projects. The house changes color now and again – it’s been pink in the past, it was blue and white when we arrived – and there is what I think is a very special Jailhouse Rock exhibit under construction in the backyard, complete with a startlingly realistic representation of an electric chair.

In conclusion, I give you a snapshot of one of the highlights of the visit: Mr. McLeod, singing an Elvis song in his kitchen:

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— Jennifer

Rock ‘n’ Roll Photog: Life by Keith Richards

Today, Jennifer treats us to our first book review after a wild ride with Keith “Have fun deducing how much of what I say is fact and how much is drug-addled hallucination” Richards.


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My first reaction, on turning the final page, was my god, this man is exhausting. And also to be amazed, again, that he’s still alive to co-write his autobiography. Yes, co-write; his assistant in this massive undertaking is James Fox, whom the jacket copy informs me is an old friend of Richards’, author of White Mischief and former journalist for the Sunday Times in London.
What they have produced together is a complex and fascinating portrait of Keith Richards, which reads like you’re sitting at the kitchen table with him while he tells you fabulous tales of sex, drugs (lots and LOTS of drugs) and rock and roll. (He also, unsurprisingly, has a lot of feelings about Mick Jagger.) I could almost see his hands waving and the smoke curling above his head. A good many of the stories cover territory that long-time and/or devoted Rolling Stones fans will already be familiar with; more recent, or more casual fans, on the other hand, may feel a little bit lost in the sea of names and partial descriptions of past events.

But the inside scoop on the scandalous behavior is really not the best part. Richards is most interesting when he digresses into a guitar lesson, and explains the secrets to the Stones’ disctinctive sound, or wanders off on an extended tangent about the mechanics of constructing songs.

The book is a big book, dense and sometimes rambling, and by turns hilarious, horrifying and mind-blowing, in a You did what? With whom? kind of way. I was left with a variety of things to chew over, about music and fame and rockstars in general, if not Keith Richards in particular, most notably the isolating nature of fame.

I was also left with the desire to read all the rest of the Stones’ memoirs, to get more views on the story.

Which brings me to: Please Allow Me To Correct a Few Things an review of the book in Slate by Bill Wyman (journalist, NOT rockstar) which is written as Mick Jagger’s response to the book. Just to be clear: Mick Jagger did not write the article. It’s a parody, a literary put-on, but it’s a very sharply observed parody. There’s also a postscript to the piece on Wyman’s blog. I mention it because it’s easy to get caught up in Richards’ story, and get to a point where all of the madness seems perfectly normal.

In summary: A big book, but not a dull one. Rating: \m/\m/ (two sets of metalfingers out of two)

— Jennifer

Rock ‘n’ Roll Photog: 2010 in Pictures, Part Two

Even though our tastes rarely seem to overlap, these year-end posts illustrate why I’m fortunate to have Jennifer on board. Thanks for a great year, Jennifer.


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Felicibago, Lebowski Fest, Louisville, KY, July 2010

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Nick White, Jon Walker and Nick Murray, The Young Veins, Crazy Donkey, Farmingdale, NY, July 2010

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Ryan Ross and Andy Soukal, The Young Veins, Crazy Donkey, Farmingdale, NY, July 2010

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Willie Nelson, Caeser’s, Atlantic City, NJ, August 2010

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Evan Dando, The Lemonheads, The Crazy Donkey, Farmingdale, NY, August 2010

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Matt Shultz, Cage the Elephant, Jones Beach Ampitheater, Jones Beach, NY, September 2010

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Amy Klein, Titus Andronicus, Webster Hall, New York, NY, September 2010

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Pete Wentz, The Black Cards, The Loft, Poughkeepsie, NY, October 2010

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Bebe Rexha, The Black Cards, The Loft, Poughkeepsie, NY, October 2010

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Ian Felice and Christmas, Felice Brothers, The Chance, Poughkeepsie, NY, Halloween 2010

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Mike Ness, Social Distortion, Roseland Ballroom, New York, NY, November 2010

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Glen Hansard, The Frames, Terminal 5, New York, NY, November 2010

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Brandon Flowers (solo tour), Hammerstein Ballroom, New York, NY, December 2010

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Ray Toro, My Chemical Romance, Roseland Ballroom, New York, NY, December 2010

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Frank Iero, My Chemical Romance, Roseland Ballroom, New York, NY, December 2010

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Mikey Way, My Chemical Romance, Roseland Ballroom, New York, NY, December 2010

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Gerard Way, My Chemical Romance, Roseland Ballroom, New York, NY, December 2010

–Jennifer

Rock ‘n’ Roll Photog: 2010 in Pictures, Part One

Some technical difficulties held us up, but here it is, Jennifer’s favorite photos from her 2010 musical adventures/shenanigans.


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Alex Suarez (left) and Ryland Blackinton (right), This Is Ivy League, The Studio at Webster Hall, New York, NY, January 2010

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A.A. Bondy, Union Hall, Brooklyn, NY, February 2010

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Ryan Ross, The Young Veins, The Studio at Webster Hall, New York, NY, March 2010

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Eric Nally, Foxy Shazam, The Studio at Webster Hall, March 2010

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Jon Walker, The Young Veins, The Knitting Factory, Brooklyn, NY, March 2010

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Nick Murray, The Young Veins, The Knitting Factory, Brooklyn, NY, March 2010

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Nick White, The Young Veins, The Knitting Factory, Brooklyn, NY, March 2010

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Jonathan Coulton, The High Line Ballroom, New York, NY, April 2010

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HIM, Irving Plaza, New York, NY, May 2010

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Butch Walker, Webster Hall, New York, NY, May 2010

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Roky Erickson and Okkervil River, Webster Hall, New York, NY, May 2010

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Liz McGrath and Morgan Slade, Miss Derringer, High Line Ballroom, New York, NY, May 2010

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Cadillac Sky, Union Hall, Brooklyn, NY, May 2010

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Dave Rawlings and Gillian Welch, the Dave Rawlings Machine, Bowery Ballroom, New York, NY, June 2010

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The Felice Brothers, Clearwater Festival, Croton-on-Harmon, New York, June 2010

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Z Berg, The Like, Maxwell’s Hoboken, June 2010

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Sean Van Vleet, Empires, The Studio at Webster Hall, New York, NY, June 2010

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Courtney Love, Hole, The Wellmont Theater, Montclair, NJ, June 2010

–Jennifer

Rock ‘n’ Roll Photog: Christmas Music

This week, Jennifer illustrates one of the great swaths of music where her taste and mine definitely do not overlap by putting together a compendium of favorite Christmas tunes, both profound and profane.

(I’m sick to death of Christmas music [and hate “Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer” with a passion]… but I love Dean Martin’s defining rendition of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”.)


There are a lot of things I genuinely love about the winter holiday season: my city dressed in her shiniest lights; the tiny, tiny children dancing in the Nutcracker who can’t really dance yet and just wave at their parents; and Christmas music.

Yes, really. Not all of it, mind you; I have something of an allergy to any and all renditions of Santa Baby and Baby, It’s Cold Outside, as well as most of the wretched sappy seasonal dreck on the radio. The following is a round-up of my favorite seasonal tunes, presented in no particular order, and interspersed with festive seasonal pictures from northern Manhattan.

All I Want for Christmas Is You, My Chemical Romance: Or, as my sister and I like to call it, All I Want for Christmas Is (Your Liver) . I am not quite sure how he managed it, but somehow Gerard Way made this song menacing, the kind of thing you would listen to while contemplating how to have someone (over) for holiday dinner with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. Needless to say, I love it and listen to it year-round.

Angels We Have Heard On High, The Family Force 5 Christmas Pageant, Family Force 5 : The sweet Georgia crunk version of this song; includes breakbeats and the line put your wings in the air like you just don’t care. I don’t really have to say anything else, do I?

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Christmas Drag, The Brobecks: Have the elves failed to bring you the object of your affections again? Then this is the song for you. It’s another one I listen to year-round because I just like it as a song, mostly for the thudding guitars. The Brobecks’ non-Christmas music is ALSO delicious; check it out if you like intelligent pop tunes.

St. Stephens Day Murders, from Bells of Dublin, The Chieftains/Elvis Costello: I was baffled by this song the first time I heard it, partially because I had no idea what St. Stephen’s Day had to do with anything, and partially because Elvis Costello mumbles. But really if you have ever had About Enough Family For One Day, Thank You, you too will sing along as he growls through and it’s nice for the kids when you finally get rid of them (RID OF THEM) in the St. Stephen’s Day Murders.

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Carol of the Bells, from X Christmas, August Burns Red : I was a little bit wary of the whole collection at first, because hardcore Christmas carols, that sounds like it could be unfortunate. I plunged in, though, and this track, an instrumental version of this song, immediately became one of my favorite pieces of music, just for pure listening pleasure. There are shredding guitars and power-driving hardcore drums – you will want to bang your head – and they slam through the song with stunning and exacting precision, not wasting a single note.

Fairytale of New York, The Pogues: A classic, and for good reason. Shane McGowan and Kristy MacColl capture the two sides of New York in midwinter: the wind does go right through you, but the bells do also ring out. It’s what’s running through my head when I’m thinking cranky thoughts about That Stupid Tree in Rockefeller Center, and also when I’m navigating hushed, snowy streets.

Do You Hear What I Hear?, Bob Dylan: I’ve already told you about his version of Adeste Fidelis, which continues to be a thing of beauty and a joy forever. This is another track off the Christmas record he released last year, and is just delicious. There is nothing sappy or overwrought about his delivery, it’s just him and his scratched up voice, singing the song. It’s like a refreshing glass of cold water after too much over-sweet eggnog.

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Oh Holy Night, from Christmas With Weezer, Weezer: I have four different versions of this song – The Chieftains, Harry Connick, Jr,, Sufijan Stevens, and this one – and Weezer’s version is currently my favorite. The guitars are pure Weezer, alternating between delicate picking and a big fuzzy roar, and Rivers Cuomo soars over them, giving the song both some real punch and a whole new life, in the process.

Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer, Elmo and Patsy Shropshire: The Greaseman, a DJ at DC 101 back in the Dark Ages when I was in high school, used to kick off every Christmas season with this song, and to this day it just doesn’t feel like Christmas until I’ve heard it on the radio. Or, as happened last year, heard someone singing it in the elevator in the subway.

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And finally, some notable compilations and collections:

Excelsis: The Box Set , from Projekt: Three CDs of gothic/darkwave interpretations of traditional carols and songs. I bought the first one all the way back in 1995, and then lost it along the way. I was hunting for a digital download when I discovered they made two more, and decided to get all three. (They’re on sale!) They’re both mellow and delicately beautiful, and good to have on as quiet company for other tasks.

Songs for Christmas , Sufijan Stevens: There are five, count them, FIVE cds in this set. That is a lot of Christmas music, even for me, but if you dig his voice (I do) and his indie sensibility, it’s one-stop shopping for soothing respite from Top 40 irritations.

Xmas 11, by The Yobs, the seasonal alter ego of The Boys. They have several Christmas records; I just happened to stumble over this particular one in a record store on Bleeker Street in 1999. It is a collection of the most brilliant perversions of Christmas songs ever recorded. I would quote lyrics, but they’re unsuitable for a family newspaper blog. You can get a general idea here, start with “Oh Come All Ye Faithful”, and I’m really totally serious, these are NOT SAFE FOR WORK and you should send small children and anyone with delicate sensibilities out of the room. You may also have to consciously remind yourself not to sing their version of Guantanamera out loud in public.

— Jennifer

Rock ‘n’ Roll Photog: My Chemical Romance

Yeah, you read that right. I’ll just say this is completely Jennifer’s thing and leave it at that.


The first time I saw My Chemical Romance was at Madison Square Garden, for the last show of their last tour. It was the first time I had ever been on the floor for a stadium show, and I remember at one point I turned to my sister and said Oh my god, we are really here and this is really happening.

On Friday night I had that same brief stunned moment of holy crap, this is not a dream about halfway through the evening, when Dr. Death Defying (aka Steve Righ?, or Steven Montano, of Mindless Self Indulgence) walked out onto the stage at Roseland and started doing the intro to Na Na Na. I was three rows back from the barrier, jammed up in the epicenter of the soon to be screaming, pogoing children, and I could feel the energy building in the crowd as they joined in, a little breathless but growing stronger with each word. Then Gerard Way walked out into the lights and the whole place went berserk.

It was an amazing show, y’all. They did a fairly even mix of their older work and songs from Danger Days, which is the new record, though my heart particularly lifted when they kicked into I’m Not Okay because I will love that song always and forever. Pulling out other highlights is kind of impossible, because it was like we all came home, and they were there waiting for us so we could sing and dance together, clapping and stomping and howling over the dueling guitars. Even I, decrepit as I am, joined in the pogoing for Planetary (GO!) and Desolation Row. Afterwards I walked out sweaty and sore and excited to do it all over again in April and May when they come back on a proper tour.

Anyway, taking pictures during all of this was . . . a challenge. A lot of them are, as I like to say, “atmospheric”, by which I mean, you’ll get more of an idea of the lights and smoke and color than their actual faces. But I did get a few good ones. The following are a selection of my favorite images:

Gerard Way, during “Cancer”, and probably my favorite shot of the evening:

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Gerard Way again, during the encore; “It’s fake fur!” he informed us, after putting it on. Also, it is really difficult to take a performance picture of Gerard Way in which he is not striking a campy pose.

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My other favorite from the evening is Mikey Way and his sparkly bass:

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I was on the other side of the stage from Frank Iero, and lost amid a sea of arms, so I didn’t get very many good pictures. I honestly couldn’t see him half the time. But this one I like:

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And finally Ray Toro, who wins the “this picture is totally blown out, but I kind of love it anyway” prize this week:

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And in conclusion, one of the Way brothers that I just like for the appropriately post-apocalyptic atmosphere:

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Other notes: The first opening band was the radio station “house band,” and they were so boring and awful I would have preferred to listen to twenty minutes of Creed. Scott Stapp may be a bombastic disaster but at least he isn’t dull. The second band was The Gaslight Anthem, who have recently released their third record, and are much better now that they’ve stopped shoehorning Springsteen references into all of their lyrics.

— Jennifer

Rock ‘n’ Roll Photog: Dogboy & Justine

Hey NTSIBbers, Help Some Cool People Put On a Show!

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, it’s Jennifer here, and I’d like to introduce you to my friends Racheline Maltese and Erica Kudisch, also known as Treble Entendre, and the musical they’re working on, called Dogboy & Justine. It’s an adaptation of a short play that Racheline wrote – I saw it last winter in Queens, and it was sharp and funny and amazing – and they need some assistance with getting it all the way to a stage. Here they are to tell you more about it:

NTSIB: There’s some information about your experience in music and theater work on the Dogboy & Justine Workshop Kickstarter page , but is there anything else that you have you participated in that people outside New York could watch or listen to or read?

Racheline: I’m Vito’s Roadhouse Dancer #10 in Sam Mendes’ Revolutionary Road, and while uncredited, I’m also a dying junkie in American Gangster. I’ve a lot of publication credits, but in terms of writing on pop-culture [you] can check out Whedonistas, an anthology from Mad Norwegian Press, in which I have an essay that talks about my relationship to gender and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I’ve also got several pieces (including one relevant to Dogboy & Justine) in Idol Musings: Selected Writings from an Online Writing Competition from Fey Publishing.

Erica: And I’m not exactly a staple of the opera world, not yet anyway, but I have performed roles in Pittsburgh and Boston. As publication credits go I’m responsible for the current State of Research (the annotated bibliography of sources to date as of 2007) in the Video Game Music anthology From Pac Man to Pop Music .

NTSIB: What is Dogboy & Justine about? What are the stories you are telling?

Racheline: We like to call it a story about “life, love, and head injuries” and it very much comes out of our feelings about New York and the way that everyone here has to live so many different lives, even if they aren’t carrying around stigmatized secrets like sex-work. New York is one of the world’s biggest cities, and that means it has tons of small quasi-secret worlds. But doing what you have to do to survive – to pay your rent, to follow your dreams, to meet your desires – those are really common stories, and those are the stories we’re telling, just in an uncommon way. Although, we are using a somewhat conventional format to tell them — the musical theater backstage story.

Erica: Which is, in my opinion, one of the most interesting parts of the story. I’ve described it before as a “girl comes to the big city and gets a weird job” story just like 42nd Street and Thoroughly Modern Millie and Wonderful Town. But the spin D&J; puts on it doesn’t just tell a good story on its own, but it also takes apart those other stories and lends new depth to them.

NTSIB:What are some of the challenges of transitioning it from regular play to musical play?

Erica:The first big challenge is expanding it. Musical theater has different format conventions and requirements than straight theater. There are some composers who take the song-as-reflection stance (most classical musicals do this, like those by Rodgers and Hammerstein), and others who treat the music more operatically and have song-as-heightened action (Sondheim does this, sometimes Schwartz). I have to lay down what rules the music follows as I write it and make sure the audience can still believe that these characters have to sing in order to speak.

And I think the next hurdle comes when I have to decide what each of the characters sounds like. I’m also writing the lyrics, so that’s a little easier, and I can approach their personalities with words as much as with music. But with a cast like this, it’ll be really easy–and fun–to differentiate between their styles.

NTSIB: What are your musical influences? Where does D&J; fit in the broad spectrum of musical theater, which includes Broadway/Golden Age musicals like 42nd Street and South Pacific as well as Glee and American Idiot? Is D&J; “your father’s Oldsmobile”, or something completely different?

Erica: I’m an opera nerd. A lot of my influence is classical. Then again, so was Freddie Mercury’s. I’ve joked about the style I use when I write more classical pieces as Wagner-after-NIN. That influence definitely still persists when I write pop and musical theatre pieces, because I can’t turn my brain off.

But that’s good, because that means D&J; will have a weird and cool sound. So far it’s really jazz-influenced with this sense of the chords not going quite where you’d expect, and changing time signatures and irregular phrase lengths. The progressions are getting a little Radiohead in places, and, well, a lot Queen. Definitely not your father’s Oldsmobile–or maybe it was before you tricked it out and replaced the motor with a nuclear reactor.

Racheline: I’m someone who grew up on traditional Broadway and Golden Age musicals, but I’m also someone who is all over things like Wicked and Avenue Q and the really fantastic Passing Strange, which was created by Stew and Heidi Rodewald, and there’s a great concert film of it from Spike Lee. So I think you’ll ultimately find all these things in what we create. There are a few reasons our production company is called Treble Entendre, and one of them is that we love to bend expected stuff in unexpected ways.

NTSIB: What else are you working on?

Erica: If you want to check out INCEPTION: THE MUSICAL, it’s up on the Treble Entendre website! That’s the first project Racheline and I worked on together. It is, as you can guess from the title, a spoof musical based on the film Inception and the kinds of reactions there have been to it in the press, and also makes fun of the Joss Whedon musicals and movie musical resurgence tropes.

We’re also going to put on a fundraiser in the spring, “Key Change”. That’s going to be a cabaret evening in which we use Broadway and musical theater standards and sing them completely unaltered–except for the performers. It’s like D&J; in that we’re taking the old Broadway style and shedding new light on it.

And later next year, we’re hoping to put on one of my short operas, a modernization of Pygmalion–the Ovid, not the Shaw. It’s a weird and aggressive piece about art and populism and copyright infringement. Perfect topics for an opera.

NTSIB:And finally, the “what is the money for?” question.

Racheline: The funds will allow us to rent a theater for a week-long run of a workshop production. It will also allow us to rent studio space for the casting and rehearsal process, print programs, and do some basic publicity, as well as provide us some funds for sets and costume. It will also allow us to make sure that everyone who works on the show gets paid. We believe that artists deserve to get paid for their work and that means every cast member, every musician, every tech who works on the show will get a fee. We get paid last, if we get paid at all, and also only at stipend rates.

If there’s anything left-over it gets put back into the pool for future bigger and better productions. Right now we’ve already put about $500 of our own funds into getting this process up and running, but the best way to guarantee the pe
ople we work with get treated well is to have a guaranteed pool of funds to work with — that’s what Kickstarter is going to allow us to do.

Hopefully this will just be a first step in a project that really will generate jobs for working artists. Also, because one of our main characters is living with a disability, we’re going to set aside a portion of the door proceeds to benefit the Brain Injury Foundation of America, and that’s always going to be a part of what’s going on with this particular show. From the workshop, we’re writing them a check for at least $200, but depending on ticket sales and audience generosity that number may be higher.

***The Dogboy & Justine Kickstarter deadline is December 21!***