Category Archives: Music

Unexpected Lessons in Parenting

It’s been a while since I’ve posted here. You’ve seen the thousands of photos I’ve posted, but that’s easy to do. Let’s face it. Having a baby consumes your life, but it teaches you great lessons too. Sitting and watching Maggie slowly develop a personality is one of the most incredible things I’ve witnessed in my life. I’ve learned so much about sacrifice, patience, and love from this baby.

One more lesson I learned is that piracy is bad. I know what you’re thinking. How the heck would Maggie teach me that lesson? We recently discovered that Maggie responds to high pitched vocals much better and will laugh and laugh when you do high pitched squeals. Being the lazy father that I am, I decided that Alvin and the Chipmunks could help me out in my falsetto sing-alongs. I perused the web and found something called Greatest Hits. It had classics that I grew up with like Wooly Bully, La Bamba, and Purple People Eater. I was playing it for her and then I heard this.

  Alvin and the Chipmunks

Someone pulled a fast one and inserted some tracks that were sped up, tracks that Alvin and the Chipmunks would never cover and that no respectable parent would play for their children (except me). Some other great tracks included are Crank Dat Soulja Boy, I’m Too Sexy, Bohemian Rhapsody, and The Real Slim Shady.

I’m guessing the Yo Gabba Gabba cover of NWA’s Straight Outta Compton I downloaded is probably a fake too.

Howl at the Moon

Not wanting to be the old couple, after we gorged ourselves on pastries and pasta, we decided stay up and head to Howl at the Moon. This bar actually exists in a few cities, including Hollywood. If it’s half as fun as the one in Boston, I’d be happy to go.

The concept is simple. It’s a dueling piano bar that takes requests from the audience, but at least in the Boston location they had six different musicians that night. They play many a lot more than just the piano and they switch up. There was a drum set, an electric guitar, bass, acoustic guitar, a keytar, and they even pulled out a flute during one of the songs.

You can see they are pretty talented. Here they are performing Nicki Minaj’s Super Bass.

Girl Talk

Last night (and actually into the wee hours of this morning) we got a chance to check out Girl Talk at the Palladium with our friends. If you don’t know who Girl Talk is, I suggest you check the website here. The album is free. I will wait. Do it now.

Ready? Let’s do this blog post! We thought we would be smart and skip some of the opening acts by showing up an hour late, but it didn’t work out so well. Junk Culture was still playing, and they were terrible. You hear men, Junk Culture from Oxford, Mississippi? You suck!

We were hoping Max Tundra would not be the same. Oh my god, this guy did not disappoint. Check out this video of another performance I found online. It’s pretty much the same thing. I so want to book this guy for Michelle’s 30th birthday, or maybe I will just sneak him into my friend’s condo and surprise him.

Then came the main event…

GIRL TALK! GIRL TALK! GIRL TALK! Wasn’t that a board game in the 80’s?

Rocking out to the music in a sea of dancing fools.

It’s so beautiful I want to cry.

I apologize for the sound on this. The S95, while it takes great photos does not handle lots of bass well at all. I tried to turn the bass way down and the treble way up before I compressed it, but it still sounds quite muddled. This is Lean Back mashed up with Guns N’ Roses’ Paradise City.

Those are some huge balls.

Happy New Year!

Near the end of the concert, we got hot and tired so we went upstairs. We were in that crowd. What are we…young?

When it comes down to it, Girl Talk is a guy (yes a guy) that has a great ear for mashing up music. While he looks like a guy in his pajamas on stage that presses a play button, that music still translates very well into sheer energy in concert. It was so great to be in that kind of environment again. It’s been a long time since the days of regular concert going. It makes me feel young again. The old man in me wonders how much of my hearing I lost last night.

Boobs. Now that I have your attention, please read.

Do you like music? Do you like booze? Do you like helping others? I have just the thing for you! My friends started an organization with the tongue-in-cheek name, Boobs4Food, which aims to bridge passion for food and passion to fight hunger. They’ve organized many volunteer events at local food banks to help those less fortunate, and this time they’re hosting a benefit concert. There will be drinks, good people, and prizes.

Full details can be found here. Check out some of those prizes! Brunch at Fraiche! Snowboard! And although it’s not listed, a signed chef’s jacket from Chef Ludo! Even if you can’t cook you can be like me and use it for some role playing.

I will be out at this event, and you should definitely try to make it out as well. It’s a great cause, but if it makes your decision easier, it’s a bar with live music. Come on!

For those of you that aren’t able to make it out, please take a look at their website. Follow them on Twitter and Facebook. Be sure to check back to see when their next charity events are and try to make it out. I hope to see you all there.

I wanna rock n’ roll all night, and party until 11 PM

Sunday I got the opportunity to go to Epicenter 2010 to check out some live music, something I haven’t done in a while. The downside was that it was in Fontana, valley of the dirty people. And as everyone in Southern California knows, it was hot. Very hot.

The photos that look like they were taken from within 50 feet of the stage are courtesy of KROQ. The ones shot from a long distance are mine. Why? Because I’m old now and afraid some young kids will trample me, while I’m trying to figure out what shutter speed to use. Rock and roll isn’t what it used to be for me. The days of mosh pits are gone.

Bad Religion has been making awesome music for thirty years. That’s as long as I’ve been alive. He rhetorically asked what changed over the years in music, but I have an answer. You’re wearing a polo shirt, and you look like my high school principle! That’s what changed.

I’d heard that 30 Seconds to Mars sucks live. They do, but it’s not because they don’t hit their notes. It’s because Jared Leto is douche bag.

The guy had a blond mullet and kept trying to get the crowd to sing along, when clearly not enough people knew the words to his songs. I paid for a ticket. You, sing!

This was a nice follow up to Jared Leto. Rise Against killed. They are so good live. Epicenter was the last show before they head back into the studio to record a new album. I can’t wait.

I never realized that Tim has one brown eye and one blue eye.

Last but certainly not least was Blink 182, the soundtrack to my college years.

This was also their last show before heading into the studio to record new music. I will be so happy when they bump Phoenix, MGMT, and Linkin Park off the air.

Music Snob

Remember when I said I couldn’t be a true food blogger because I felt I had no right to tell people my tastes in cuisine were superior to theirs, but I had no problems doing that with music?

Yep. That about sums it up.

So close to my ramen…

Sunday Michelle and I were headed to Hakata Ramen for our meal after drinking all night at the wedding. We were within a block of our destination when Michelle saw a giant sign with a picture of a shrimp dish on it. If you know anything about Michelle, she will always order shrimp if it’s available. I really wanted ramen, but since we’ve been there so many times, I figured we could try the spot she wanted. See? I’m already learning things from premarital counseling.

The first thing we noticed were these fliers for a club, except the club’s address was the restaurant. We looked around and noticed some large speakers tucked away in the corner as well as a party light hanging from the ceiling. Every Friday, eh? My birthday falls on a Friday this year.

Camarones Sinaloa.

Camarones a la Diabla.

The food was decent. Shrimp was cooked well, but as we were finishing up the meal they plugged in their jukebox and the sound of musica banda came blaring through the whole restaurant in a deafening volume. *Oom pah pah! Oom pah ah!* Time to go.

Will I be back here? Maybe on a Friday night.

Shitty Apartment. Check. Now let’s get out.

Sunday I got the privilege of seeing Meiko perform at Saint Rocke in Hermosa Beach. I wouldn’t say that her style of music is my first choice, but I’m definitely a fan even if I’m not the lesbian Michelle is when it comes to her music. Sorry about the shitty picture quality. I left my camera at work and my phone doesn’t function well under low light.

Gibson guitar in hand, singing with her soul.

I think I was most amused by her band.  Guitarist that looks like Steve Carell, drummer that looks like Ray Allen, and bassist that looks like the teacher from Glee.

There’s an audio hiccup during the beginning but the rest of it should work nicely.

OK GO at the LACMA

You’ve all heard of OK Go before, maybe not by their actual band name, but you’ve seen them. They’re the band with the treadmill music video. Now it’s ringing a bell, right? Well they released another awesome video which is making it’s way across the Internet.

I got the opportunity to visit the LACMA on OK Go’s VIP guest list thanks to Michelle, who just seems to know people. OK Go had it’s video release party in the penthouse and exhibited parts of the Rube Goldberg machine used in the video.

Colorful flags and mouse traps. Pachinko machine in the background.

It’s mini OK Go!

Michelle pretending to get splattered by paint.

OK Go LEGO!

Playing glasses of water with a guitar.

Paint covered jumpsuits.

OK Go even performed a live acoustic set. They said it wasn’t originally going to be an acoustic set, but Dan was in Mexico so a full performance was impossible.

Here it Goes Again, better known as the treadmill music video song.

They covered the Pixies’ Wave of Mutilation.

The song for the video release party. This Too Shall Pass.

Streetlights, people living just to find emotion. Hiding somewhere in the night.

Don’t cry for me. I’m already dead.

I was asked what my best gift this year was, and the answer was really simple. It was Love, a CD that Michelle’s parents got for me. It was actually my only gift.

Fortunately the one gift I did receive is awesome! It’s a mashup of The Beatles on The Beatles. The album takes you through the entire journey of The Beatles and their music. The music was also used in the Cirque du Soleil show.

It’s in my car right now. When I’m not listening to gangster rap, I prefer The Beatles.