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		<title>PATTI SMITH @ SANTA MONICA PIER</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 15:15:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She laid her poetry upon us like a mystic laying hands on pilgrims, reminding us we are slobbering, laughing, dreaming and alive, however painful that can get. And pain seeps through songs like “Pissing in a River” and “Beneath the Southern Cross,” but still something as trite and often blankly appealed to as hope overrides all of that. Even in “Free Money,” where the protagonist clearly can’t afford any of the things they dream about, waxes poetic about the sweetness of those dreams.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is no way to make this review sound at all objective. I want to drink wine in Paris with Patti, fly kites with her, run around the forest with her, make weird art projects together, collect the thoughts that seep out of her in conversation and sponge paint across the sky with them. Thursday night’s performance did nothing to dispel those urges. The set began and ended with <em>Horses</em>, with Smith kicking off the night with the southern California-appropriate “Redondo Beach” as the full moon hung fat and low in the sky behind her.</p>
<p>She laid her poetry upon us like a mystic laying hands on pilgrims, reminding us we are slobbering, laughing, dreaming and alive, however painful that can get. And pain seeps through songs like “Pissing in a River” and “Beneath the Southern Cross,” but still something as trite and often blankly appealed to as hope overrides all of that. Even in “Free Money,” where the protagonist clearly can’t afford any of the things they dream about, waxes poetic about the sweetness of those dreams.</p>
<p>Smith took time between “Frederick,” a love song for her late husband, Fred “Sonic” Smith, and “Free Money” to point out the full moon and then cheerfully call the audience “a sorry-ass bunch of wolves,” in response to their obligingly issued timid howls. Longtime guitarist Lenny Kaye did a sweet tribute to 1920&#8242;s crooner Russ Columbo, which Smith followed with her power pop collaboration with Bruce Springsteen, “Because the Night,” dedicating the anthem to Elizabeth Taylor circa <em>A Place in the Sun</em>, doing her best Liz: “Come to mama,” dropping her voice, “Tell mama aaaaall.”</p>
<p>Smith rounded out the set with a couple numbers encouraging the people to believe in such hippie ideals as peace, “Peaceable Kingdom,” and their own power, “People Have the Power,” before slamming an extended version of “Gloria” into our brains. The encore provided a spectacular, sing-along ode to recently deceased songwriter Ellie Greenwich, in the form of The Ronettes’ “Be My Baby,” and ended with the Grateful Dead’s “Not Fade Away.” And Patti hasn’t faded; not one bit.</p>
<p>—<em>Ayse Arf</em></p>
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		<title>MIXTAPE: &quot;OH YES, LOS ANGELES&quot; BY WHEN YOU AWAKE</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 21:40:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Download: &#8220;Oh Yes, Los Angeles&#8221; mixtape by When You Awake Jody from the fantastic blog When You Awake—your sympathetic destination if homesick, lonesome, riled, fiery or any mindstates in between—presents us with this week&#8217;s mixtape, dedicated to cosmic cowboy/cowgirl rock songs about the city of Los Angeles. (City of doom and freeways, too.) Listen to [...]]]></description>
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<p><em>Jody from the fantastic blog <a href="http://whenyouawake.com/">When You Awake</a>—your sympathetic destination if homesick, lonesome, riled, fiery or any mindstates in between—presents us with this week&#8217;s mixtape, dedicated to cosmic cowboy/cowgirl rock songs about the city of Los Angeles. (City of doom and freeways, too.) Listen to Jody&#8217;s radio show <a href="http://whenyouawake.com/category/on-the-air/">Mondays 2-4 PM</a> on <a href="http://www.littleradio.com">Little Radio</a> and go see her DJ at <a href="http://whenyouawake.com/category/gold-dust/">Gold Dust</a> at Footsie&#8217;s in Highland Park one lucky day each month! And now to the tape&#8230;</em></p>
<p><strong>1. John Mayall &#8220;Vacations&#8221;</strong><br />
&#8220;Ten hours in a plane &#8211; England left behind / Back here in L.A. &#8211; Wonder what I&#8217;ll find / Summertime, my plane is coming down / I&#8217;m a wandering man and this is gonna be my town.&#8221; An ode to Los Angeles from the man that gave us Eric Clapton, Jack Bruce,  Peter Green&#8217;s Fleetwood Mac and more.</p>
<p><strong>2. Gene Clark &#8220;Los Angeles&#8221;</strong><br />
Gene Clark was one of the original Byrds who ended up leaving the group because of—get ready for the irony—a fear of flying. Roger McGuinn famously (or infamously) told him, &#8220;You can&#8217;t be a Byrd, Gene,<br />
if you can&#8217;t fly.&#8221; He went on to release a number of amazing solo records and some amazingly beautiful and haunting songs that have been covered by everyone like &#8220;Through The Morning, Through The Night&#8221; (which also happens to be one of my favorite songs ever) and &#8220;Train Leaves Here This Morning.&#8221;</p>
<p><strong>3. Jim Ford &#8220;Working My Way To L.A.&#8221;</strong><br />
Country soul! Kentucky born Jim Ford was living in New Orleans when he decided to make the move out to L.A. I, too, moved to Los Angeles from the South (Nashville, Tennessee, to be exact), so this tune holds a<br />
special place in my heart.</p>
<p><strong>4. Flying Burrito Brothers &#8220;Sin City&#8221;</strong><br />
Nothing says Southern California Country quite like Gram Parsons and the Flying Burrito Brothers. Sing it, boys.</p>
<p><strong>5. Arlo Guthrie &#8220;Coming Into Los Angeles&#8221;</strong><br />
I&#8217;ve always loved the way he says &#8220;Los Angeleeeeze&#8221;. It&#8217;s like that Swiss Dairy ad I see all around town: you can&#8217;t say &#8220;Los Angeleeeeze&#8221; without smiling. Forced L.A. positivity!</p>
<p><strong>6. New Riders of the Purple Sage &#8220;L.A. Lady&#8221;</strong><br />
I&#8217;m a total sucker for male/female vocals and the background vocals on this tune by Grateful Dead member Donna Jean Godchaux are no exception. She&#8217;s kind of low in the mix and only comes in for a short stint right at the end, but she straight-up sounds like a young Loretta Lynn with the way she sings &#8220;cry.&#8221;</p>
<p><strong>7. Leslie and the Badgers &#8220;Los Angeles&#8221;</strong><br />
The only song on this mix recorded post-1980, this beautiful tune was released last week on their first full length record, <em>Roomful of Smoke</em>. When I truly like a song, it goes on repeat in my car, on my<br />
computer, everywhere and well&#8230;let&#8217;s just say I&#8217;ve only had it for a week and it&#8217;s already in my Top 25 Most Played Songs in iTunes.</p>
<p><strong>8. Guy Clark &#8220;L.A. Freeway&#8221;</strong><br />
I first heard this song in the movie <em>Heartworn Highways</em>, which is a must-see documentary that covers a handful of country troubadours like Townes Van Zandt, Steve Earle, David Allan Coe and more. All versions of this tune are great, but I much prefer Clark&#8217;s understated version that appears at the beginning of the film to his proper studio recording or <a href="http://larecord.com/interviews/2009/04/26/jerry-jeff-walker-be-what-true-love-is-all-about/">Jerry Jeff Walker</a>&#8216;s version.</p>
<p><strong>9. John Phillips &#8220;Topanga Canyon&#8221;</strong><br />
Papa John Phillips (of the Mamas and the Papas) wrote a number of love songs to Los Angeles, including &#8220;California Dreamin&#8217;&#8221; and &#8220;Twelve Thirty&#8221;, but I decided to choose this from his 1970 solo record <em>John The Wolf King of L.A.</em> which focuses on Topanga Canyon. I love how this song builds from a single guitar to a full on sing-a-long.</p>
<p><strong>10. Jimmy Payne &#8220;L.A. Angels&#8221;</strong><br />
When I was putting this mix together, I found that a number of musicians have a love/hate relationship with L.A. There are so many songs about coming to L.A. to find fame and fortune and then failing and moving home. My experience of L.A. has been so different, however, and I really wanted to end this mix with a song that perfectly describes my feelings for this vastly underrated town. I mentioned this desire to my friend Chad Brown (of local L.A. band C.B. Brand), and he told me he had just the track to ease my troubled mind. Ease it he did with this brilliant little gem of a tune. I just want to say, I love you L.A. Thanks for all the wonderful years.</p>
<p><strong>Other notable L.A. tunes:</strong><br />
The Beatles&#8217; &#8220;Blue Jay Way&#8221;, the Kinks&#8217; &#8220;Celluloid Heroes&#8221;, Joni Mitchell&#8217;s &#8220;Ladies of the Canyon&#8221;, Rosewood Thieves&#8217; &#8220;Los Angeles&#8221;, Chuck Berry&#8217;s &#8220;Promised Land&#8221;, Neil Young&#8217;s &#8220;L.A.&#8221;, Love&#8217;s  &#8220;Maybe The People Would Be The Times Or Between Clark And Hilldale.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>DIRTY PROJECTORS @ THE TROUBADOUR</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 18:09:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wish I had better words for each member's abilities, truth be told. But I ended up completely losing my shit that night as the band seemed to strike the main vein. I was overcome to the point where all I could do was bust into my best truffle shuffle and badly sing along with each harmony. It's what I'd imagine Grateful Dead fans felt like in the '80s (no irony). I was nothing but powerless.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: small;">Almost perfect, the remnants of smoke from an earlier brush fire hung eerily across the sky, illuminated, as if a harbinger of things that awaited that evening. The Dirty Projectors took the stage, opening with &#8220;Two Doves,&#8221; a tune sung solely by one-quarter of the band&#8217;s female vocal arrangement, Angel </span><span style="font-size: small;">Deradoorian</span><span style="font-size: small;">—s<span style="font-size: small;">erving as a perfect swan dive into the band&#8217;s repertoire—<span style="font-size: small;">softly savoring each note as it left her lips. If there is a breakout year for the DPs, it&#8217;s got to be 2009. It feels in part due to fact of the critics who, en masse, tend to pigeonhole the group&#8217;s recent release, <em>Bitte Orca</em>,<span style="font-size: small;"> as the band&#8217;s &#8220;most accessible&#8221; to date. However, if you were in the audience on this particular Wednesday, the body of work performed</span><span style="font-size: small;"> indeed struck me as nothing more than the most natural evolution for the group. What occurred that night can best be described as an explosion of complicated beauty that unfolded before us like watching fireworks poolside from the international space station. I had every intention, with notebook in hand, of paying close attention to each technical detail, to every riff tinged with worldly sounding roots employed by Dave Longstreth—<span style="font-size: small;">echoed by Amber Coffman&#8217;s own accompaniment to the vocal gymnastics she put forth along with </span><span style="font-size: small;">Deradoorian and recent addition </span><span style="font-size: small;">Haley Dekle. I wish I had better words for each member&#8217;s abilities, truth be told. But I ended up completely losing my shit that night as the band seemed to strike the main vein. I was overcome to the point where all I could do was bust into my best </span><span style="font-size: small;">truffle shuffle and badly sing along with each harmony. It&#8217;s what I&#8217;d imagine Grateful Dead fans felt like in the &#8217;80s (no irony). I was nothing but powerless.</span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">—<em>Gab Chabran</em></span></p>
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