For this week’s Friday Mix Tape we scoured the Live Music Archive for six bands covering Ween and after a few bouts with the advance search feature we came up
Pete Rouse, the gentleman President Obama tapped this afternoon as his interim Chief of Staff upon the departure of Rahm Emanuel is a Deadhead. He’s the guy who helped get
The Live on Letterman series of webcasts continues this month with performances from Gorillaz on October 7th and My Morning Jacket on October 12th. You can watch both acts live
Even though I still have more to share from my food adventures in Los Angeles (here are Part 1 Part 2 Part 3), I thought I’d tell would you about the food trip I am taking to Montreal. I am flying out of NYC to Montreal tonight, dropping my bags off and heading right to Au Pied de Cochon.
Here is an excerpt from an article that Peter Meehan wrote for the NY Times in 2008…
P.D.C., as the locals call it, was a pizzeria before Mr. Picard got his meaty mitts on it, and a blazing fire in a wood-burning oven greets guests at the door. Beyond it, the restaurant is long and narrow, bright but not too bright, with a mirror running down one side and an open kitchen on the other. The bare wooden tables are crowded with boisterous eaters of every age and description. And the chef — look for the unshaven man with a shock of untamed black hair — frequently works both sides of the bar, talking and drinking with customers and cooks.
Mr. Picard put his restaurant on the gastronomic map when he put foie gras on poutine back in 2004, just after the restaurant opened. Many dishes at P.D.C. are conceived with that same wicked sense of humor — who puts foie gras on French fries? — and carry an unspoken threat of a cholesterol-triggered overdose. There’s a even a whole section of the menu dedicated to the fatty livers: foie on a burger, foie on a pizza and, most compellingly, the Plogue à Champlain — a dizzying combination of buckwheat pancakes, bacon, foie gras and maple syrup.
That last dish Plogue à Champlain sounds amazing (just saying)
The other restaurant we will be hitting this weekend that is also on my restaurant bucket list is Schwartz’s Deli in Montreal
READ ON for more about Jon’s foodie trip to Montreal…
The Psychedelic Knights of Zohar @ The Local 269, Sept. 28
Words: Josh Fleet
Pictures: Vince Averill
The three dudes on stage are from the future.
B is on bass. He’s an outer space wizard or a witch doctor or a shaman. Or something. He wears a white moo moo – or is that a kimodo? – an ornate feather headdress, yellow-tinted work goggles and a yellow cape. The cape might just be a table cloth, or plastic wrap. B’s Earth name: Brad Steuernagel.
[All photos by Vince Averill]
To B’s right, on an azure Ibanez and in a full Thor motocross outfit – down to matching neon green Adidas sneaks – is J, a professional dirt-bike racer from the year 3000. Earth name: Jay Bois.
On drums is CJ, who wears a garbage man’s jumpsuit. He’s a “worker drone of the future,” Jay said. “The dark oppressive future where everyone is an automaton.” Though CJ clearly broke out of the trance, he continues to wear the uniform out of pride. Earth name: Cary Prusa.
These are the Psychedelic Knights of Zohar.
“Coffee shop rock. That’s what we do,” one of them says. “Psychedelic dad rock,” says another. But then, from the get go – a Zeppelin-inspired drone-based intro – there is mostly much thrashing. Ear-bursting thrashing. Drum bursting, too. Literally. The white bass drum has a massive puncture through its face.
The next song, Colombo, is just as shreddy and just as loud, but there are hints of Southern Rock in the intro and outro, that is, before and after the Knights enter the Fourth Dimension.
READ ON for more from Josh on TPKoZ at the Local 269…
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Dir En Grey, commonly referred to as Diru, is a Japanese metal band formed in 1997 out of the ashes of La:Sadies. The band considers themselves to be prophets here to shed light upon “the feeling of hurt and sorrow caused by the weak, shallow egotism of humanity.” Guitarist Kaoru has stated that the band’s name was selected based upon comprisement of several languages, disallowing any specific meaning to be attached to it.
Jenny Lewis writes incredibly good pop songs that are fairly upbeat, intellectual and catchy. Her voice is an instrument with which to be reckoned, and every time I’ve seen her perform in the past has been a delightful and exciting experience. Unfortunately, this show seemed unrehearsed, emotionless and disingenuous. I would have rather stayed home and listen to the record and reminiscing on the great times I’ve seen her play with Jonathan Rice and they didn’t make the audience feel used and part of a big joke.
