Naw, the "Year" column's no help on an iPod.
Hi, Weav. Thanks for commenting! Of course I have listened (many times) to Arthur, Preservation (Acts 1 and 2), and Muswell Hillbillies. Not to mention Dave's many excellent songs like "Lincoln County," "Strangers," "Living on a Thin Line," and "There Is No Life Without Love," to name just a few. And I think some of big brother Ray's best songs--"Better Things," "Did Ya?"--came decades after the Kinks' '60s heyday. In fact, we even ran an article after he came out with Working Man's Cafe last year; you can read it here.
These reasons, and more, are why I am so utterly disappointed with The Kinks Choral Collection. It is not a good album. At all. It trounces their marvelous legacy, which, up 'til now, Ray Davies has otherwise done little to diminish. Maybe you still think I am stupid, but I hope not.
Ow, fuck. Those "rock" clothes make me hate music, Portland, and clothing all at once. If I saw someone dressed like that at a show, I would punch him in the crucifix. Demetri knows nothing about the "Portland rock scene"--or good taste, for that matter.
The grossly overused term "douche" doesn't really mean anything anymore, but those clothes epitomize douchery.
Wow, not many old songs at all.
As far as I can tell, it was by design an auditorium from the time the school was built--definitely not a converted gymnasium or anything. The entire school is centered around the space; it's literally a cavity in the middle of the building, surrounded on all sides by classrooms. Acoustics were very good, even been a bit raw and rumbling, perfect for a rock show. There was seating on both the floor and the balcony, with a substantially sized, open pit in front of the stage. I'd say it's a cross between the Aladdin and a smaller version of the Roseland, but more hospitable than either. The stage was enormous, and very deep. A highly complicated theatrical production wouldn't be compromised or confined.
Visiting the Works on the heels of last week's well-meaning but hopelessly muddled-sounding show by Akron/Family at the Bagdad (such a beautiful theater, but sight lines and acoustics were fucking dismal) made me wish I could see more shows there.
whoa, just noticed that the beef jerky package says "INVISIBLE STRENGTH FLAVOR OF THE FORCES"
Cool, thanks for sharing, Matt.
Kindly tell Olivia Newton-John that MY body does not "talk."