Co-owner Matt Sullivan, absolutely fantastic artist Drew Christie (check out his great blog, Democracy For The Cartoons), and Matt’s roommates Cable Griffith and The Electric Horseman got together and cut themselves some pumpkins!
So from our little musical family to yours, have a happy, safe Halloween! And don’t forget, people who give apples … ALWAYS CREEPY!
Check out the rest of the pumpkin pics after the juuuuuuuuuuuuuuump.
We posted this a while back, but after a secondary perusal we thought, “This trailer is so goddamn awesome … hell, LETS POST IT AGAIN!”
So, for your enjoyment (again) the trailer for Portland documentarian Scott Kesterson’s At War, with music by the best damn Native American drone-rockers in America, The Black Angels.
After a considerable amount of whining, wheedling, and, we’ll be honest, the theft of some, er, unseemly pictures, Techmonkey Noah has finally convinced us to let him do an edition of Around the Attic. Though worries of flung doo-doo and smeared bananas floated in our thoughts, Techmonkey Noah managed not to play with his own excrement for a little over half an hour, just enough time to compose this list of music, books, and movies he’s been digging as of late.
That’s a good boy Techmonkey Noah, a good, good boy.
For your enjoyment the primate scribblings of Techmonkey Noah:
Hahahahahaah, look at that monkey punching that guy in the face! I tried to convince the dictators who run this joint to post that as all five of my favorite things, but was soundly rejected. Instead I had to pick five things I actually like. Just know this: pictures of monkeys punching people in the face? Best thing ever.
Onwards.
What Techmonkey Noah Is Listening Too:
The Shaky Hands - S/T
No matter what any stupid, tight-pantsed hipster tries to tell you, Seattle is cooler than Portland on all levels. Except for number of aggressive crackheads and moochy hipsters, Portland you have us beat there. Still, The Shaky Hands come from Portland, and this debut LP is one of the musical highlights of my year so far, so maybe there’s something say about that junk heap of a burg.
Probably not though.
As you well know, Light In The Attic is all about exposing the masses to the rare, unknown gems of music floating about in the universe. We’re dedicated to bringing our legions (yes, legions) of fans the choicest of cuts from the ever deepening catacombs of music.
Thus, November 9th through the 11th, we’re teaming up with the Emerald City Soul Club to bring to Seattle, for the very very first time, a RARE SOUL WEEKENDER:
For those of you who don’t know what exactly a weekender is, we’ll let the chaps and ladies of The Emerald City Soul Club explain:
“Rare Soul Weekender features rarities selected by more than 20 of the best DJs in the field worldwide. This entire weekend will be devoted to Northern Soul including two all night events and culminating with live performances by two Detroit legends, JJ Barnes and The Brothers of Soul. A 45s Only vinyl record and trade fair will close out the three day event.”
For lovers of rare music, or just music in general this will be a big, big deal. Lots of like-minded music dorks shilling there rare soul collections looking to chat about that rare Nathaniel Mayer ‘45 you picked up at a garage sale.
We’re sponsoring the whole shebang, and we’ll have a table at the fair on Sunday. So, shell out that thirty dollars you were saving for the Spice Girl’s Reunion Show and go get yourself some soul.
For those whose interest has been peaked, the full details:
It’s coming … from MUNSTER:
And it’s going to be something like this:
The birth of PSYCHOBILLY!! A wonderful collectable BOXSET of six 7″ slices of vinyl. All singles come with a picture sleeve (original front cover, different back cover), inside a nice little sturdy box! Psychobilly and rockabilly is very popular again, and the run is short, so we expect this limited edition boxset to be sold out fast. Don´t miss it, get it NOW! Artists/singles featured are:
We mentioned a couple weeks ago maybe (with all the drinking it could’ve been years) that The Black Angels were being used on the red-band trailer (not for the kiddies!) for The Coen Brother’s newest, No Country For Old Men. Well, seemingly they really like the song as it is now adorning not only the trailer, but the front page of the film’s website (www.nocountryforoldmen.com). The combination of a Cormac McCarthy adaptation plus the beloved Coen Brothers already had us dribbling in our breeches to see this film, but the unfettered love shown to The Black Angels has pushed us in to full wetting mode. Somebody get us a change of pants!
We last left Bob Husak and The Blakes perched in front of “Schwarzenegger classic” the rest of CMJ looming ahead of them.
And now the thrilling conclusion to “The Blakes in CMJ!”
The next morning I met up with Ashley Graham, our publicist, and we took the train to Manhattan to see some sights with Lars: Times Square, Rockefeller Plaza, St. Patrick’s Cathedral, etc. Garnet, Snow and B. Brown met us later on and we went through Central Park where we talked to a guy who was fishing for small-mouth bass in the Lake (which I don’t think has an official name). We found the building where John Lennon was living when he got shot, the Dakota. The very friendly doorman recounted the story to us and told us that Yoko still lives in the building. We later got some dinner at a great Italian place where Matt S. joined us. Afterwards we went back to the Dakota and talked up the doorman further and he gave us Yoko’s address, telling us she’d listen to a CD if we sent her one. Matt said he saw Roberta Flack enter the building but I missed it. The next day we went back to Gibson to pick up some guitars for our acoustic performance at Pianos. After we exited Gibson, it began pouring down rain and it became extremely difficult to find a cab that didn’t already have a fare. We eventually tracked one down and we made it to Pianos with little time to spare. The cab driver smelled bad and drove erratically, just like what Letterman says about NYC cabbies in his monologues. I used brushes for our set, which I all but destroyed. We played for about fifteen minutes. Our new promoter in the UK, Pat, was present and she seemed very excited about the prospect of getting us overseas. Patrick, our booking agent at Monterey Intl., was also on the scene, as well as Tara, our commercial radio promotion person, for lack of better terminology. They went with us to a lovely sushi place where we ate ravenously. Later that evening, the band and Brown stopped at a Dominican place in Williamsburg and drank El Presidente beer. I started dancing and some Dominicans laughed me out the door.
Another week, another dusty corner for our crack squad of music finding robots. You see, the response to our most recent Distribution Tango edition featuring Fela Kuti’s drummer Tony Allen was so rip-roaringly positive (read: no body sent us death threats … yet) we asked ourselves a question: why dig down, when you can just reach sideways?
Thus, we find ourselves this week offering to you another beautiful Vampi Soul release from there most recent selection of rare and previously unheard African soul. Tony Allen may have set the bar unbelievably high, but we’re damn positive that our artist of the week will at least compliment Allen’s funky beats, if not replace them with the other-wordly Africa smash of this week’s Distribution Tango spotlight artist:
ORLANDO JULIUS - SUPER AFRO SOUL
What Is It: A head on collision between Highlife - the soundtrack of independence first in Ghana and then in neighbouring Nigeria (the music of West African political/social aspiration) and ‘60’s Soul from the USA. While Fela Kuti’s Koola Lobitos was experimenting with Highlife and jazz with little response from Lagos youth, still 4 years and a spell in Los Angeles from creating Afrobeat, Orlando Julius unleashed this pioneering Highlife soul gem. Julius fills the album with Stax-like brass riffs and dominant bass but never ventures too far from the his native love of highlife and kokoma. From Vampi Soul.
KEXP (you know, the greatest radio station in the nation) has always done right by us. They play our bands music, they talk us up on the air, and they seemingly love our delicious reissues.
Point in case: the most recent KEXP Podcast, deemed KEXPlicit because of it’s thematic leanings towards dirty-sexy songs and the fact that it’s the 69th edition of Music That Matters, features two tracks from our renowned reissues. The whole damn podcast kicks off with “She’s Got To Have It” from the Deep Throat Soundtrack Vol. 1. And seven tracks later the lovely Betty Davis pipes up with “He Was A Big Freak”. Suh-suh-sexy!
It’s a pretty great little podcast, featuring a bunch of FCC-irking tracks by artists like Minor Threat, Spank Rock, and the Coconut Coolouts.
Download this dirty, perverted son-of-a-bitch right here.
Bob and the boys (you may know them as The Blakes) just returned from a whirlwind tour of The Big Apple where they were smashing sets at CMJ. Mr. Husak wrote a typically fantastic blow-by-blow account of the five days the band was carousing, often drunkenly, about the city. Because of the magnitude of Bob’s most recent dispatch we’ve decided to break it down in to our first two-parter.
So here begins the adventures of Bob Husak in New York City, ahem, part one.
We spent the past several days at CMJ in New York City in an attempt to wow the music industry with our rugged charm. Accompanied by Lars and the ever-present B. Brown, we flew Jet Blue out of Seattle on a direct flight to JFK on Tuesday, and I have to mention that it was a nearly painless experience. This was the band’s first time in NYC, together or separately, and I for one was amazed at not only the vastness of the city but also the lack of unused space, with old buildings crammed together everywhere I looked. We stayed with our friend, ace photographer Doron Gild, and his roommate Terry at their small apartment in the Williamsburg neighborhood of Brooklyn. On our first night in town we met up with Doron and went to his local watering hole, Redd’s, and had a few. Kea, a friend of mine from Seattle who moved to New York over a year ago, swung by with her roommate. The rest of the crew eventually retired to Doron’s and I accompanied Kea and roomie to a club in the area called Galapagos to see a band named Cheeseburger. I coincidentally ran into our MTV buddy, Scottie Diablo, who was in town with a couple of acts he manages. After the show I took a cab back to Doron’s. The next morning we rode the subway to midtown Manhattan for our on-air performance at the Gibson showrooms (formerly the legendary Hit Factory recording studios) which had been taken over by KEXP for the week.
