Archive for December, 2010

Not True Neutral About The Chaotic Good

Last night was a fun night.  I headed over to Cosmic Charlies expecting a blast from the past and was pleasantly led down a decidedly new road.  You see, some friends of mine owned a fun little house/dj club called DV8 back in the early 90′s here in Lexington. I went through a period where I enjoyed my share of house music.  If I were honest with myself, it probably had more to do with dating and seeing the sun come up the next morning than the music, but that was a very different time and I was a younger guy.

Anyway, I mention that as last night I went into the show wondering if I was going to feel pulled back a decade (which really wouldn’t have been the goal) or surprised.  I was surprised.

The guys spinning (The Chaotic Good with Brocktologist and the Corduroy Mavericks opening) were taking full advantage of the technology available today via light boxes, mac computers, iPads and digital turntables.  Via this mix, they blended the music in a way that was really creative and surprisingly exciting.

What kind of floored me (especially when listing to Brocktologist) was a sense of drama to the music.  They didn’t let the beat tear into a drone like it used to back in the day.  Here, they worked the music so there was clear build-up and payoff time and again.  The way it flowed from entry to exit and changed over and over taking new directions held my attention all evening.

For someone who normally wouldn’t go out of my way for this kind of mix, these guys won me over quickly.  This turned out to be a perfect example of what I was blogging about last night.  There are things I found here that I will hold onto and I would absolutely go out of my way to see The Chaotic Good in the future (even if they did disappoint by not rolling out the 8 foot tall robot).  What was brought to bear was amazing to watch.  Where I’m used to a bit more brute force in my music, this show knocked me out with pure style.

Oh yea… Also… The hula hoop dancer didn’t hurt.  Video and more photos over on my Facebook page.  Cheers!

Four Albums

I’m sure it won’t come as a surprise to anyone, but I’m a bit of a Tom Waits fan.  If you know me, you probably just uttered an audible sigh and the worlds “well yea”.

Why do I have such a soft spot for his music?

For me it’s akin to the best parts of a quiet night when the moon lights up the world just a bit more than it should.  This music represents something classic, rusty and seasoned in our culture that is missing in today’s message-a-moment world.  It reminds me of many things I love about life and the more I listen the more I find there is to hear.  That quality is what I look for in a classic painting and I’ve never found it more often in the world of music than when I’m exploring one of his melodic creations.

Today, I received a package in the mail containing four LP’s that are simply beyond cool for words…

These are each limited edition 180 gram red vinyl release copies of Closing Time, The Heart of Saturday Night, Nighthawks at the Diner and Small Change.  They were limited to a pressing of 1000 copies each.  These four represent my favoriate early albums from Tom and, quite honestly, they are musical classics that led me to explore more of his work.

For now, these four go on a shelf here at the house.  In time, they will have the honor of  being the very first music played when I find my new home somewhere in 2011.  First the farm will need to sell, but there is a glass of wine, an old school record player and an entire new world will begin with these four albums.

Until then, they sit ready.  The only question is one of time and the answer to the question I can’t put down… When?

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

I’ve been reminded over the last couple weeks just how lucky I am to have a mix of amazing people, both friends and family, in my life.  I am very thankful for each and every person and I wish everyone reading this the very best holiday season.  Thank you, from the bottom (and top) of my heart.

Cheers,
Chuck