Theater Review: CHESS @ MET Theater



By Evan ~ July 29th, 2010. Filed under: review.

Nicci’s in another play. Well, technically they’re calling it a “concert,” but there’s blocking and movement and stuff. I don’t know what “blocking” means, but I heard Nicci use that word before so I figured there’s a 50/50 chance I just used it in the correct context. The actors aren’t standing still and singing. It’s definitely not traditional, though. There are music stands at the front of the stage where actors can consult their notebooks if they want. Whatever you want to call it, it’s one of the more nontraditional theatrical productions I’ve witnessed. The stage is the floor of a small black box, with three small “tiers” of seats with a capacity of roughly 75 seats. At the back of the room, a large band (drums, two keyboardists, strings, horns…there’s like 16 people involved), two small groups of singers flanking the stage (five on each side?) and most of the action occurs near the center of the stage, which is adored with a single chess board on a table. It’s pretty stark, but then again I guess the centerpiece is the music. Hence the “Chess In Concert” moniker.

Chess features lyrics by Tim Rice and music by Bjorn and Benny from ABBA (I’m not on a first-name basis with the ladies). To quote Wikipedia, “The story involves a romantic triangle between two top players, an American and a Russian, in a world chess championship, and a woman who manages one and falls in love with the other; all in the context of a Cold War struggle between the United States and the Soviet Union, during which both countries wanted to win international chess tournaments for propaganda purposes…following the pattern of Jesus Christ Superstar and Evita, a highly successful concept album of Chess was released in 1984.” There have been many, many variations of Chess since it’s first incarnation, but Nicci says that the most relatable to her version is the 2008 Royal Albert Hall production. That one starred Josh Groban, Idina Menzel, Adam Pascal, Clarke Peters, Marti Pellow, Kerry Ellis and David Bedella…so it must have been a big deal because I recognize three of those names!

The show experienced some sound difficulties immediately following its start. The Arbitor (Gil Darnell) had to compete with microphone feedback, a problem Frederick (Blake McIver Ewing) probably would have loved to work with — his microphone wasn’t even working during “What A Scene! What A Joy!” which was also Nicci’s first song. She plays Florence, and she sings a lot during this show. The rest of the first act went off without a hitch. In fact, after those two small snafus at the outset, the show was pretty much flawless. The Russian characters, Gregory North (Molokov) and Peter Welkin (Anatoly) showcased strong accents. North held onto his accent really well while singing, which is something I listen for when I see shows because I don’t know what else I’m supposed to be paying attention to; blame it on my being devastatingly uncultured. There are a lot of recurring melodies throughout the show, so when you hear a reprise or catch a glimpse of familiar tunes it gives you a sense of, “I know this!” that makes being a mildly retarded musical theater audience member (like myself) more enjoyable. The first act concludes with the majority of the cast on stage. Maybe it was where I was seated, or maybe it was an additional technical problem, but when the entire cast sang together it sounded a bit muddled to my ears. There wasn’t much color to the numerous voices singing as one. It was interesting to note the increasing response from the audience as the show progressed. What began as a tepid applause transformed into really positive reactions. Maybe we didn’t know what to expect, but when everything began to come together, it definitely felt like we were seeing something very cool and unique.

The second act begins with the big song from the show, “One Night In Bangkok,” which topped numerous charts across the world when it was released in 1984. It peaked at #3 on the US Billboard Hot 100. Here’s the embarrassingly bad music video for the song. For what it’s worth, Nicci’s show is about 100x better than this garbage:

The second act seems to resolve itself pretty quickly, probably because we have all the information that needs to be processed and they don’t have to introduce any new characters or plot lines. But this show does introduce new characters and plot lines in the second act! Namely, Emily Dykes (Svetlanta) as Anatoly’s wife who he left behind in the Soviet Union when he defected to be with Florence. She received the biggest ovation from the crowd for her song, “Someone Else’s Story,” causing one audience member to utter a rather loud “Wow!” Nicci says she played Sophia on the international tour of Mama Mia!, which also includes ABBA music. Coincidence? I don’t know!

The play ended, as all plays do, and the buzz among the crowd was overwhelmingly positive. Along with Ken and KT, I hung around afterwards to congratulate Nicci and meet some of the cast. They were all incredibly proud of the show and heaped tons of accolades on Nicci. I’m not going to comment other than I thought she did really well, but even I was impressed with how much the other members of the cast complimented her. Good job, Nic.

Lucky for you, Chess continues it’s run this weekend at the MET in Hollywood. It might even be extended because everyone is so happy with it. It’s right by Santa Monica and Western. Tickets might still be available online, just Google it or show up, I don’t know. I can’t be bothered to do all the work for you. I’m not your parent. Apply yourself. Find tickets online and buy them. Actually, don’t do that. I’m afraid one of you readers might really show up to see Nicci, and that thought scares the shit out of me. I don’t want anyone depraved enough to read this website interacting or approaching my girlfriend. Got it? Good.

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Comus – First Utterance



By Evan ~ July 28th, 2010. Filed under: collector scum.

Aquarius Records Writes:

“What has to be our favorite British pagan folk psychedelic prog rock album ever (in other words, quite possibly our favorite album ever, period!) is finally available again on cd, and in a gorgeous Japanese mini-lp gatefold sleeve to boot, with the disc itself all state-of-the-art remastered, sounding great.

THIS RECORD SCARES US. Hearing it is like stumbling upon some forbidden ancient ritual that scares you to death. You stand paralyzed, too afraid to look away. Comus’s singular, frightening sound and violently poetic lyrics have kept them from taking their rightful place alongside Fairport Convention, Incredible String Band, and the rest of Britain’s psychedelic folk royalty.

And we don’t write the words psychedelic folk royalty without a certain amount of trepidation. At first glance Comus would seem to fit squarely in the Ren-Faire camp: bongos, flute, oboe, 12-string guitar, and no drummer. But never has the whole of a band so completely defied its parts; their sound is as mesmerizing as it is repulsive. Upon the record’s initial release, one British music journalist wrote that she “didn’t get past the first track, which sounded like a cross between a frenzied version of the witches chorus from Macbeth, and Marc Bolan being squeezed to death.” Funny thing is, that’s a fairly apt description. Tales of murder, rape, insanity, and witchcraft unfold amid a swirling abyss of seething acid folk. Squalls of shamanistic wailing jut uncomfortably from serene, tranquil melodies; guttural growls battle a delicate angelic chorus, echoing the violent struggle of the lyrics. Flutes, hand drums, acoustic guitars, and a violin clamber atop one another in a chaotic melee, creating a pagan folk not unlike that of The Wicker Man soundtrack gone totally bonkers.

Although the band has been resolutely ignored by mainstream music fans, the press, and the majority of the underground, a small rabid following has kept a reverential vigil beside the corpse of Comus.

Nurse with Wound cronies Current 93 modeled their ’90s sound after ’70s British folk, Comus especially. They even went so far as to cover “Diana,” Comus’s only single, on their album Horsey. Swedish progressive black metallers Opeth have always been outspoken about their love of Comus. Their acclaimed 1998 album was called My Arms, Your Hearse, after the lyrics of “Drip Drip” (on First Utterance). And it’s not surprising. This record is so powerful and frightening and totally devastating even 30 years later.

And never would I have thought that a record as old as me, with flutes and bongos fer chrissakes, could be so absolutely malevolent, both sonically and lyrically! But like I said, this record scares us. And we know you like to be scared too!”

Comus
First Utterance
(Dawn, 1971)
MediaFire DL Link

01. Diana
02. The Herald
03. Drip Drip
04. Song To Comus
05. The Bite
06. Bitten
07. The Prisoner

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Boston Red Sox vs. Anaheim Angels @ Angels Stadium; Anheim, CA



By Evan ~ July 27th, 2010. Filed under: baseball, photography.

I don’t give a fuck what anyone says, the Angels are still Anaheim, and I will never call them the Los Angeles Angels or any derivation thereof. Sorry, it’s just not going to happen.

Yeah, I saw my second baseball game in a week. It’s not my fault, but I’m happy to have so many opportunities to have fun. Life is anything but fun right now. Other than baseball and drinking…I don’ really know or care what’s up at the moment.

Hey, enjoy some photos from the baseball, complete with captions:

Tailgating, drinking a few beers, waiting for the remainder of our party to arrive.

Nicci shows off her borrowed Red Sox earrings and tough-girl face.

Tom looks mad. Nicci looks for Ken and KT from the back of my car.

Nate and Ken share a moment.

Oh, five minutes 'til game time? I guess we need to shotgun or chug one more beer each.

Not really PBR fans, are you? Yeah, me neither.

KT has the same excited expression in every photo.

Nicci captioned this photo, "Determined. A little chubby."

Jered Weaver warms up.

John Lackey pitches.

Who is that, Izturis? He probably didn't get a hit.

Ken: Portrait Of Sports Fan (Prentice Hall Press, 2014)

Red Sox threaten with a runner on second base.

Celebration. Sox take the lead.

The view from our seats without zoom lens enhancement.

Fireworks for a Bobby Abreu homerun

Abreu rounds third and heads home.

Tom's hearing voices again. What does "Go the distance" mean? Who is Archibald "Moonight" Graham?

Hazy celebratory stroll back to the car after a Red Sox victory. Let's go drink the rest of the beers and party with those other kids from Boston who parked behind us! We can listen to "Dirty Water," "Tessie" and "Joy To The World" and pretend we're in Boston.

The Standells – Dirty Water
Dropkick Murphys – Tessie
Three Dog Night – Joy To The World

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Scams, Flams, And Other Weekly World News!



By Evan ~ July 26th, 2010. Filed under: world news.

• As it turns out, the scam I attempted to expose last week was not, in fact, a scam. I received a rather handsome payment today by the advertisers I had been e-mailing last week, and can now go out and drink again without feeling like I’m wasting entire paychecks at a time. It’s not technically a donation so there won’t be a “Getting Drunk On Your Donations” post recounting my blacking out across Los Angeles. Still, I’m amazed that even after reading the entire e-mail chain I published last week the company was committed to buying advertising space on my website. I guess when you’re this charming you don’t have to worry about shooting yourself in the foot by calling a potential business partner a fraud before you’ve even heard their pitch. Swan Fungus: improving advertiser / blogger relations since 2005.

• Someone with a Romanian cell phone decided that he was going to get high and play a joke on the Internet. Now we have a bunch of news stories about how this guy took a cell phone photo of a ghost in an old house…in Romania. I mean, I believe in ghosts sometimes…but there’s absolutely nothing apparitional about that “ghost.” That just looks like smoke. I’m sorry. I don’t believe it. If you’re going to take a cell phone photo, you might as well take a cell phone video? Wait, what’s that you say? A girl perpetrated this hoax in order to get Internet exposure? Well, good for her. Cunt. [story]

• Oh, and speaking of photography (see two paragraphs above), researchers at MIT have found a way to automate aligning old street scene photographs with new ones! This is totally cool, because for years I’ve been planning on trying to recreate the roll of photographs I took from my first trip to Los Angeles 16 years ago. In fact, I’ve been planning that amazing blog post since the week I moved to LA — over three years ago. And I haven’t done it yet, because I’m so fucking lazy. Maybe this article will be the inspiration I need to get off my ass and turn my dream project into reality. [story]

• In other ancient artifact news, a team of Canadian archaeologists are trying to uncover the mysteries of the last polar expedition, which took place over 150 years ago. 30 search and rescue missions have failed in that time span. A captain and his crew of about 130 people aboard two ships all perished during the expedition. The mystery of how everyone died (it could have been lead poisoning from bad food, scurvy, or a host of other maladies) is begging to be solved, I guess. People in Canada seem really excited by the possibility of learning what happened. Why can’t we just use Google Earth to find the ships and zoom in on the frozen cadavers? I mean, if you can use Google Earth to see meteor craters or find Al Qaeda strongholds in Afghanistan, surely you can find two lost ships in the Arctic, right? I’m going to go out on a limb and say this mission will fail. It’s been 150 years and no one has discovered the truth about the polar expedition yet, why is it suddenly going to happen now? I’m telling you — unless they use Google Earth, they’re going to either return empty handed or die trying. And what’s the point? So you can write a little blurb in some Canadian history book about how a voyage to the north pole in the 1800s ended not mysteriously, but because everyone froze to death? Seems kinda pointless to me. [story]

• Here’s a cool interview TIME Magazine (eh!? EH!?) conducted with one Max Brooks (son of Mel) about zombies. I’m still hoping to one day pen the ultimate zombie screenplay, but that’s going to have to take a backseat to some of my other writing endeavors. Don’t worry, it’s going to happen. I’ve got it all in my head, I just need to put it on paper. Fuck all this vampire shit. Vampires are fags. Zombies are the real deal. Brooks hits the nail on the dick in this interview. I like him, I think I want to chat with him about zombies. He’d probably love my idea if he didn’t already have his own idea optioned for a movie starring — ahem! — Brad Fucking Pitt. I can’t wait until my story is out there and Brad Pitt is like, “Oh shit — I already starred in a zombie movie, and it wasn’t nearly as good as this one!” [story]

• Lastly, I’m still looking for hilarious and vulgar pub trivia team name suggestions. They’re due Wednesday. Get on it, people. Prove to me that you’re actually funny.

Six Finger Satellite – Love (Via Satellite)
Dr. Octagon – Girl Let Me Touch You

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Sunday Mix Tape Number 190



By Evan ~ July 25th, 2010. Filed under: top ten.

I don’t have much to talk about tonight. I’m feeling kind of out of it. And by that I mean I’m a little depressed. Not in a “I’m going to down a bottle of painkillers!” way, but in more of a, “Jesus I need to figure my shit out!” kind of way. Though I probably wouldn’t mind the painkillers.

Anyway, I have a busy week ahead of me. I guess it’s good to clear my mind of stupid thoughts and, well, focus on sports and getting drunk: there’s the Red Sox game on Tuesday night against the Angels in Anaheim, I have another softball game Thursday night, and I think Ken, KT, Nate and a few others are going to try out a new pub trivia night at a bar on the west side. That’s Wednesday. So if you can think of any clever (preferably tasteless) team names, by all means submit them in the comments section. So far we’ve come up with a handful of good ones. There are a lot of websites out there offering some amazing options, but I want to show up for our first pub trivia night with a totally unique new name. So think about that for me, will ya?

Okay, here’s your mix tape.

RULES for uninitiated noobs: I give birth to a weekly Mix Tape to be deposited on your iPods or Zunes or Kingklangs or whatever the industry is currently pushing on you. Sometimes there will be themes that link all the songs together, other times I’ll just throw songs at a wall (not literally) and see what sticks. No theme this week, I was just browsing through my hard drive and found some folders filled with music that has remained virtually untouched since God knows when. The goal of this endeavor, as always, is to pique your interest in these artists so you’ll support the artists and buy their albums.

Sunday Mix Tape – Number 190
Mining The Laptop’s Internal Hard Drive

01. X – Hate City
02. The Sonics – Have Love Will Travel
03. Super Furry Animals – The International Language Of Screaming
04. Bonzo Dog Band – Mr. Apollo
05. Standells – Someday You’ll Cry
06. Sun City Girls – Immortal Gods
07. Unit 4 + 2 – I Was Only Playing Games
08. The Homosexuals – Hearts In Exile
09. Them – Dirty Old Man (At The Age Of Sixteen)
10. Flying Burrito Brothers – Christine’s Tune (Devil In Disguise)
11. Swell Maps – Big Empty Field
12. The Move – Blackberry Way
13. T-Bone Burnett – Having A Wonderful Time, Wish You Were Her
14. Tuxedomoon – No Tears
15. The (International) Noise Conspiracy – Capitalism Stole My Virginity

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Supreme Dicks – The Emotional Plague



By Evan ~ July 24th, 2010. Filed under: collector scum.

If I can’t convince the guy from Supreme Dicks who comes into the store to get on the ball and reissue these albums, I guess I just have to share them with the world and pray that you people create a greater demand for them. So, get to it!

Not quite avant-garde, not quite ambient, not quite psychedelic, The Emotional Plague was the last proper studio album recorded by Supreme Dicks. It’s fucking phenomenal. There are not many traditional sounds to be heard here. Instead, the band focuses on timbre and a nuanced amalgam of sounds. This album plays out like a Jackson Pollock painting. Starting with the ungodly cool drone piece “Synaesthesia,” the Dicks waste no time making their intentions known. Abandon hope, all you who enter here in search of melody. The Unexamined Life might have been a fucked up folk album, but it was still a folk album, with weird lyrics and melodies. This is something entire different. Something beyond normal. This is a skeleton of an album. As patient and as minimal as can be. And it’s a home run.

The Emotional Plague has the unique ability to draw a listener happily through some of the most indirect and seemingly unfocused constructions of the Dicks’ recorded work — even the record’s most rambling and apparently directionless moments have the quirky twang and casual beauty of the Silver Jews’ best work, or Yo La Tengo’s homespun Fakebook. The key seems to be an underlying organization that’s carefully disguised in the Dicks’ folky drawl — beneath all of the sprawling quirkiness of The Emotional Plague, there are simply gorgeous tunes like “Cuchulain,” and the oddity of the band’s presentation sets them off perfectly. Strangely enough, this distinction renders The Emotional Plague as one of the Dicks’ most accessible (if least immediate) albums — rather than the vaguely eerie psychedlic folk which characterized The Unexamined Life, the record’s emphasis is on sparkling, rustic constructions which add a necessary emotional element to the band’s sonic idiosyncracies.” – All Music Guide

Supreme Dicks
The Emotional Plague
Homestead Records, 1996
MediaFire DL Link

01. Synaesthesia
02. CuChulain (Blackbirds Loom)
03. Columnated Ruins / Seeing Distant Chimneys
04. Along A Bearded Glade
05. Swell Song
06. Showered
07. A Donkey’s Burial In A Tower On A Mirage
08. Adoration De l’Agneau Mystique
09. Porridge For The Clydonian Boar
10. Siberian Penal Colony (Ode To Joel Stanley)
11. Green Wings Fly Adventure (Showered Reprise)

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New York Mets vs. Los Angeles Dodgers @ Dodger Stadium; Los Angeles, CA



By Evan ~ July 24th, 2010. Filed under: baseball, photography.

I got to see a baseball game! I got to see the Mets play! None of the ushers at Dodger Stadium seemed to care that I was moving around between innings and none of the seats I visited were mine! Thanks, lackadaisical Dodger Stadium security staff. Your carelessness makes watching baseball games in this city so much fun.

So, I got out of work at 5pm today and decided to drive home, park my car, and walk a mile or so up the street to Dodger Stadium. I often forget how cool it is to live so close. I didn’t have to worry about parking or drinking or driving or anything! I just walked the 8 or 10 blocks separating my apartment from the field and then I bought a ticket and watched the game. The Mets won 6-1, which I believe was due in part to the fact that Jerry Manuel was ejected for arguing an “out” call at first base. Had he kept his composure and retained control of the team, they definitely would have lost. I hate that I’m kind of rooting against my favorite team this season in the hopes that another losing year will mean heads will (finally) roll.

Here are some pictures from my eventful night. You can click each one to see them at full-size. I’ll even caption some of them!

My first seat of the evening. It was a good seat, warm and cushion-y. I watched batting practice and the first two innings from here.

This Ike Davis batting practice session was not all that interesting. Chris Carter on the other hand...Wow. That guy has some serious power. Imagine if he played every once in a while?

Ugh. Omar Minaya. You are the worst. Please lose your job soon. I'm going to be watching you tonight, buddy.

Please don't hurt yourself warming up, Jose. Vin Scully was just saying on the radio last night that the Mets winning percentage is nearly .700 when you're in the lineup and scoring runs.

Don Newcombe throws out the first pitch of the night. Somewhere in my father's house, buried beneath a mountain of trash, an autographed baseball resides.

I think we all know the real reason everyone was excited about this series: Shines versus Mattingly.

Reyes took the first pitch he saw (I think) dow the right field line for a lead-off double. That's always a good sign.

Castillo reached first (and advanced Reyes to third) with an infield bunt single. And you thought his legs were dead!

This was right before the Mets scored their first run. Castillo stole second and Martin's throw popped out of Blake DeWitt's glove, allowing Reyes to scamper home. Error!

David Wright. What do you think he did in his first at-bat (hint: he'd done it 101 times prior to tonight's game)?

That's right, kids! He struck out! Swinging! Good job, David. Oh well, at least your .301/.376/.510 line is still awesome.

Beltran! Pop Foul!

I don't think Gary Cohen likes what he's seen since the All-Star break.

I don't think Howie Rose likes this team too much either right now. Wait a minute -- is Omar praying? It looks like he's actually sitting there praying, right?

Johan = amazing. 22 first pitch strikes to 27 batters tonight.

Johan = amazing. 74 strikes out of 98 total pitches.

Johan = amazing. He can even tag a guy out to end an inning if you need it.

Uh ohs. Jer-bear doesn't like the call...

Say goodnight, Jerry. Your meltdown was totally "gangsta," but this is Razor Shines' team now!

Johan = amazing. He's never lost a game when I've seen him in person (3-0, 1 ND)

Jason Bay: Don't ask him to hit any home runs, but he'll be happy to crash into a wall face first!

He held onto the ball! Good job, Bay! How's your face?

Oliver Perez throws a right cross in the Mets' bullpen. Right after this he stopped to admire the crowd, and I yelled at him, "Enjoy it while it lasts Ollie, I don't think you're going to see the inside of too many more major league stadiums!" He was not amused.

This might have been the closest LA came to threatening Johan.

Think Blue...And Orange. Because those are Mets colors. Duh.

Howie Rose was the only dude in the entire row of press boxes to stand up during the Seventh Inning Stretch. I like that. Good job, Howie.

Once again, Reyes is the catalyst. He gets on base to start the Mets four-run spurt.

ANATOMY OF A JOSE REYES STOLEN BASE:

Joe Torre made three pitching changes in one inning. It was not only unbearable to watch, it was patently stupid. ...And people say he was the reason the Yankees won so much? Please.

David Wright or Carlos Beltran (I don't remember who) became so bored waiting on deck during all the pitching changes one of 'em decided to just stand his bat up and walk away.

Question: "Hey Magic 8-ball, Will Wright strike out again?" Answer: "He's on pace for over 180 K's this season, asshole. Of course he will."

BBRod doesn't walk anybody in the 9th inning? He needs only 8 pitches to get through the inning? Tell me I'm dreaming!

Good game, guys. Now watch out for those cock slaps!

The 1986 New York Mets – Get Metsmerized

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