Ghislian Poirier doesn't sleep - he stays up all night in a studio, eating Vietnamese take-out and painfully splicing together seemingly disparate Bali beats and melodies from obscure nooks and crannies into headphone-ready mixes, like the most recent one. Head to www.ghislainpoirier.com, go to the audio section and download his Masala Mix.
I'll be accompanying Islands as they re-trace an inverted route of Shermann's March (through the North this time), ending with a 7th of December burning of Boston. Dates below.
December 1st Toronto, Drake Hotel
December 2nd Chicago, Beat Kitchen
December 3rd Dayton, Ohio, Elbo's
December 4th Oberlin, Ohio, Oberlin College
December 5th Philadelphia, First Unitarian Church
December 6th New York, Knitting Factory
December 7th Boston, YWCA
Everyone's especially looking forward to that date in Oberlin, the Paris of the Midwest...
There's a new Hot Chip track available at headphone sex, paired with a Clor mp3. (I remember hearing some noise about them on some blogs, but the singer's vocals turned me off, and though Scott had been pushing for them to play Pop Montreal this year, they weren't able to make it out) Sounds great...
Ash Ra Tempel - Darknesss: Flowers Must Die.mp3
A twelve minute long free-jam/rumination on the changing of the seasons and the claustrophobia experienced by the human psyche (post-industrial) by kraut-kosmische frau-rockers. Darkness descends slowly, you know, with bongos and the droning moan and mumbling one would expect from an associate of Damo Suzuki, and then in a moment straight out of the Aphrodite's Child playbook (without that kitschy scene of melodrama), the listener is uhh, swept up in some frosty kossack ride across the bleak and frozen tundra. Horses' hooves! Unsheathed swords! Squealing saxophones! Phased guitar lines! I think the vocalist says something to the effect of "I want you to dig me a scone."
I ended up heading home early, reading Variety (did you know they call Presidents "prixers?"), watching a bit of The Mulroney Tapes on CBC and finding myself sympathizing with the old Irish bastard, believing that perhaps, just perhaps, if he hadn't been sold out by Wells, the Meech Lake Accord would have passed and we wouldn't have ended up in the decade to decade cycle of recurring sovereignity referendums that we look to be in right now. Now, though I think of myself as somewhat politically savvy, I know very little, if anything at all, about the Meech Lake Accord, and my only memories of Mulroney were that he was a reprehensible and smug bastard loathed by both my exceedingly conservative grandfather and the left alike, that he introduced the much-detested GST and NAFTA, so I'll chalk up my reaction to his charisma and his rich baritone. Anyway, I fell asleep halfway through the program, so I'll never know if history vindicated him...
4 comments:
Jay, WHY are Islands playing at The Drake? ARGH!!
That's the booking agent's doing... Are you banned from there?
Technically, no. On principal, yes.
Jay, what are you going to be doing w/the band? Anyway, I'll be at the Philly stop with 3 of my little brothers in tow- they're all pretty jazzed about seeing Islands (and on a school night, no less).
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