Lost and found in PA
One of my projects this week is to clean-up and even clean-out my rehearsal space and hopefully find a place for this Sansui RA-500 reverb that I brought home from the keystone state. A new relative happened to have one sitting in his workshop and who was I to stop him from passing on his junk down and across a few generations. I'm reading good things on about the RA-500. I was reminded as I drank wine in a giant 70s resort style hot tub in the Poconos this past weekend of how much I dig Philly, even the slightly gentrified Philly of today. I was taken out in little Italy for perhaps the finest meal ever in PA (more later for my Philly tribe), had drinks in the almost-so-chic Rittenhouse Square and then dragged the relatives down to gritty but still happening South Street strip on the way to the airport. Man, I just might have to move back to the #3 homestate at some point. I'm also burning with that desire, after hanging out with 70+ year old relatives with heartbreaking/inspiring stories of toil and romance in the mid-century factories of the industrial and prosperous USA to construct an accurate family tree, to research the United Mineworkers history, to visit some long neglected relatives. It's interesting how something that seems to drag you down as a youth (extended family) can be so fascinating as you start to ripen.

Top tending
I've gotten a case of Top Ten fever for this end of the year time and I've been reading the magazine, blog and critic's top tens with interest and in some cases, just plain whattheeff. In the past, I considered these things way too nerdy. I kinda think Top 25 or Top 50 lists are just plain silly... and top 100 is bordering on cop-out. Here's some links to a few:
Pitchfork, SFJ, Mark Jenkins, NME...
2004's Pazz & Jop which will soon be replaced by 2005s.

I'd like to throw some other polls out there. What was 2005's most covered song? Over-hyped band? Over-rated record? 2005's worst "underground" trend? And music journalism's worst case of following the prevailing wisdom? Another thing... the year-end issue of Rollin' Stone is quite well-done and contains some genuinely passionate, informed political stuff. Who'd have thunk?


Almost postal
I really don't have it in for publicists. They're cool, I guess, it is just that I was gunning for anyone and everyone yesterday and by that I mean kind of growling at people in my office, but on the inside. No, publicists just happen to throw themselves in my crosshairs by email, phone, mail and IM at every possible moment, so when they also show up in the publications I read, I notice that.

On the catching up with the last six months of culture tip, I finally say Me and You and Everyone We Know... Someone is calling me, gotta go.


Crossing the line but nobody cares
Take a look at the list below and ask yourself: Which of these publications allows publicists to write about their own bands (or write music editorial copy at all)? Which allows people in the employ of record labels (or the label owners themselves) to write for them? Which publications are actually cross-promotional devices for record label/marketing companies? Also ask yourself, which of these magazines allows label owners or publicists to submit year-end top-ten lists which are published? Also, ask yourself... should people currently working publicity be writing editorial copy of any kind, even unrelated to their clients? Just thinking about that kind of thing right now. Comments are welcome.

The Fader
Stop Smiling
Chicago Reader
Time Out Chicago
Black Book
Rolling Stone


It was hot and then suddenly not
A few days of indulgence... decadent sun, surf and gourging broke up this very stressful month very nicely. With another holiday travel week approaching (yo' DC), my workload suddenly goes from managable insanity to total friggin insanity. I've found that beginning the day with a triple latte from Intelligentsia in the Monadnock building makes the day speed along faster, things get written and suddenly I'm free to go. Still, the contrast between laying on the beach all day and devouring a Big Star biography with a $1.50 Dos Equis lager at my side and being strapped to the eMac for 11 hours trying to transcribe interviews with German DJs done via cell phones has kind of made me crazy. It might my post Playa, winter hibernating instinct, but suddenly building fires, wearing thick wool sweaters, snacking on the couch watching Orson Welles obscurities before retiring early sounds like the ticket, though I suppose I only did that once this week. Either that or just getting home early. Sleep is nice.

Oh and Rob Jovanic's book Big Star : The Short Life, Painful Death, and Unexpected Resurrection of the Kings of Power Pop is just fine, very straightforward with just enough romance and a healthy dose of the tragic to keep a Big Star fan enraptured. It gives the other members of the band a lot of attention. It's difficult to read it and not come out the other side more sympathetic to Chris Bell who didn't have much of a second chance and a bit more frustrated with Alex Chilton, who's had dozens of them.

Had a drink on the rooftop bar at this place Basico in Playa Del Carmen and was simply in awe of the whole design vibe.


Perfect Podcasted
I don't know how I feel about this, but mostly I'm cool with it. Is all podcasting good podcasting? Perfect Panther has been podcasted by the anthem.


NPR archive action
In case you missed it or you are my Mom, check out the 848 segment I did with Steve Edwards. Go to Eight Forty-Eight—October 18, 2005 and hit the headphones. They spelled my name wrong, but I totally forgot Steve's name while we were taping so all's fair.


The Pile Up
I've been reading up on the whole American Apparel sexual harassment suit situation. There are dozens of articles that have come out in the last few months in everything from Business Week to Nerve. Many bloggers seem to have made up their minds on Dov Charney and AA. I'm having flashbacks to the Spin sexual harassment case back in the ’90s. Just to put things in perspective, the EEOC publishes these statistics, showing that on the federal level about 48% of SH cases end with "no reasonable cause."
A Clockwork Tartan
I've definitely been guilty of the visiting the tourist-friendly, upmarket center of a European city and thinking "wow, everything is wonderful here." Reading Irvine Welsh today, I was shocked to hear just how bad the violence is in Scotland these days. Remember this is a country without easy access to guns.

Can't let go...
of the whole cassette thing, especially after seeing this japanese guy's site. I dumped about 100 in my last move and now I'm almost regretting. Although, admittedly, none of them were yellow. I had a preference for the Denon tapes like the one above.


Radio Ga Ga
I was on the radio this morning talking about Chicago DJs. Check it out. With some very clever editing, they made me sound informed and articulate.


Daley dose
No, not Richard Daley, but Sean Daley, one of the funnier and more entertaining music writers in the game today has a blog here. I have nothing in common with Sean tastewise, but some of his writing for the Washington Post and DC City Paper has made me laugh out loud. He ended up in St. Petersburg, Florida which is lucky for them, though I can imagine he has to tone down the sarcasm for his new readership.

Baby On Board?
So I've had an idea for a more substantive blog entry kicking around for a while, but I never find the time to kick it out. And here I do a quick search to see if anyone else has done the same and I find that someone else is on the same wavelength, or was a year ago at least.
So briefly: When I first got into punk, one the first things my skate pals turned me on to was Black Market Baby. I made a cassette of all their material (probably "Youth Crimes" and "White Boy Funeral," but I can't be sure) and listened to it incessantly. This stuff was political, it rocked, was well recorded and was local to boot. The band's sound was a bit more influenced by British oi, the Ruts, 999 and Sham 69 but they had a sharp intelligence in vaguely ominous political tunes like "The Prophet" that put them in a different class than boot boys Iron Cross. BMB wasn't a Dischord band so they didn't benefit from the rise and romance of that local label, but they had a serious local following. They were more like the leather-jacketed toughs of punk yore rather than the new Vans-sporting, sensitive guys that would take over the scene in the later '80s. By the time I got into them (84 roughly), I think they had a rep as being the old men of the scene with a lot of the late '70s punk baggage that the "positive" scene was supposedly leaving behind. A cloud of drugs, booze, ego hung over the name. An Ian Mackaye-produced second album has never been officially released! That could all be totally wrong, but those were my initial teenage impressions of BMB. I'm dying to know where that cassette is, as I don't think they have an official CD compilation out at this time. I believe I do have some of their stuff on a compilation called Bouncing Babies. On the other hand, the related Crippled Pilgrims stuff was collected (from virgin vinyl, not master tapes) and reissued by Parasol/React.
Primary Colors
Evidentally y'all can't resist the temptation of anonymous comments. I can handle whatever you dish out, but I tend to think anonymous comments are just bogus. I've made a few on a couple of crazy right-wing blogs just for kicks, but I felt quite infantile doing so. Maybe you can go back to prank calling your prom queen, since you now need to register to comment here. There's a documentary on the Congo on, so I gotta go. Also, Jotz, I'm gonna spray my pithy soundbites all over your pretty little blog.


Three's company
The Beeb Troisieme is coming on strong again. You know about the Office and probably Little Britian as well (my promo DVD may, unfortunately be scratched). But have you caught wind of this bizarre, surreal show called The Mighty Boosh? After reading a bunch of tiresome blogs by music writers I really wish I had the entire season of the Boosh on DVD and the desire to drink more beer. Last night, I described it to someone as one of the surreal dream sequences from the Young Ones stretched out to a full thirty minutes. A friend pointed out that BBC 3 is an all digital channel which explains the more experimental nature of its programming. Now, I must sleep. But if you have time, check out the clips.


Hicks is at it, again
My high school chum Sander Hicks is on the road in support of his newest book, The Big Wedding which, from what I have read, basically accuses all the relevant jihadists, bankers, mercenaries, drug dealers, and world leaders of being in collusion in a profitable charade called the war on terror. I'm certainly curious. You might have seen Hicks in Horns and Halos or read some of his stuff from Soft Skull Press. This morning I did a short radio interview about Chicago DJs with a talk radio host on AM 890 here in Chicago, kind of on the conservative culturally clueless bent. It went surprisingly well once I got the ums out of my system. I'm going to be on the NPR affiliate WBEZ Monday afternoon, so listen.


Nao Wave
I've been lazily assembling a library of Brazilian post punk compilations the last couple months. Post-punk music in general has that combination of vitality and artfulness that always gets me. I guess in part, because it was really the music era that I lived through and discovered through my kookier friends with older brothers at a very young age. Hearing comps like Nao Wave (Man Recordings, Berlin) or Soul Jazz THE SEXUAL LIFE OF THE SAVAGES - POST PUNK FROM SAU PAULO, BRAZIL gives you a pretty good idea of what happened when Gang of Four and the Contortions hit South America, but I'm glad to report most of the music rises above mere imitation. And on Nao Wave, you get a lot more Brazilian percussion thickening things up. Even As Mercenarias the all-female punk/funk post-punk group from Sao Paulo is suddenly hot shit. They have a disc out on Soul Jazz of their early '80s recordings and are reportedly playing London sometime this year. As for electronic post-punk of the Anglo variety, the audio that I got with the mediocre DVD doc on the Sheffield music scene is totally a gas and I even threw one of the crazier tracks on during a DJ set. And in response to any accusations that being into Brazilian post-punk is obscurantist or pretentious... just tell me that you've actually heard good new indie rock lately, because, honestly I'm unaware of it.


Just barely Kate Moss related
One of the perks of European travel is getting to see what's hot on the pay for play music videos channels in the hotel room. On the upside, the new Goldfrapp single "Ooh La La" is GODHEAD as is the album Supernature. If you like T. Rex and you like electro music, it will mess up your world. I'm actually going to have to order the album on vinyl or something to bask in its lusciousness. She's in the top ten in the old country. On the downside, watching 3 minutes of the Babyshambles was excruciating when its the only thing on in English. You can get away with being the lead singer on crack, but an entire band being on crack is just pathetic and thusly, so is the music (though I think Primal Scream might have something to say about using the same drugs to speak a common musical language). Speaking of which, has anyone hear the tapes of Primal Scream and Nation of Ulysees? Come on Dischord, you can't be holdin' out like that.


Redesign fever
Both Salon and Time Out London recently unveiled redesigns. I gotta say I'm not in love with the new TOL, but might learn to like it. Salon, at first glance, looks good and sexy.

The lady likes to rock, on occasion
I spent the weekend organizing during the day. I took on the office and came out victorious. There's now a wide swath of visible flooring where there was previously boxes of books, CDs and wedding gifts that fall into the category of "whattheheckdowedowiththis?" Next, selling off a big chunk of the CD library before it becomes an issue in the relationship. Three nights in a row, I went to see live music. Chicago is a really with-it town and people often have really good taste, but this weekend made us look like followers rather than leaders. A big group of friends were all hyped up about the Fiery Furnaces show, which was mildly entertaining. They were rhythmically amazing, but I think that Eleanor basically has one vocal idea that she works to death and the brother really shouldn't sing at all. To be fair, it was at Logan, which is a pretty place to look at but sounds like hell on a good night. Dungen at the Bottle was as amazing as I hoped, though the guys never reached the peaks in terms of volume and jamming controlled chaos that they did last time. They sounded so good that I listened to the set without earplugs for the most part with no ringing the next day. But leave it to Jamie Lidell to blow my mind again, this time at the sedate MCA theatre. He switched between straight soul deliveries and abstract beatbox creations with ease, some of his jams last 15 minutes. The crowd jumped on stage at the end in a goofy Rocky Horror moment that I would have joined had I been 10 years younger. Saw lots of people there too.


My home away from home.
Moving really sucks, but moving rehearsal spaces really, really sucks when you are moving up four floors. I forgot how heavy all my junk is and wishing I had thrown a spring sale.


Norway, not a recap
Numusic in Stavanger was amazing and I really wish I had taken the time to blog while I was there. But comp time is expensive there and half-the-time I was just fighting to stay awake or fall asleep. Instead, I took copious notes in a reporter's binder which is always on my desk and never at home where I blog. But my photos are at home, right? Get it?
On the dancefloor, energy is neither created nor destroyed
I keep swearing off late nights and that one more drink, but this past week had too much going on. Tuesday night was a quick, see 'em and we're gone at the Franz Ferdidand show. Kelly was critical of Alex's vocals, but I thought it was a good, energetic, if short set. How many concerts do you get home from at 10:45pm? On Wednesday, a last minute, everyone-is-going, why-aren't-we? concert at the Chicago Theatre from Sigur Ros was a major revelation. What an incredible band, incredible acoustics, etc.? Better yet, the fellas from the band and their stage tech Jez met us at Sonotheque later that night for mad dancing to Indian techo from the MIDIval PunditZ. The entire club was freaking out in a very San Francisco style, meaning I think there were a lot of yoga practioners there. With the encouragement of the posse, I was experimenting with some mime dancing, y'know... man fishing, man running, hurdler, skateboarder, basketball dribbler, etc. The singer from Sigur seemed to be fond of smacking my ass ever now and then. I also got to meet the PunditZ on the way out. Wisely, I had switched to Evian at about 12:30pm so I wasn't too damaged. Thursday was early night in with Dr. Dugan coming by for a pre-Columbian meal at the always amazing Maiz and a walk to the Western blue line in the grey morrow. Friday night turned into a crazy tour of clubs and bars with some fun friends visiting from New Mexico. I was toting the LOMO Colorsplash camera around and taking photos of whomever wandered in my path. I discovered that I do like dancing to Kanye at two in the morning with a bunch of strangers. But ultimately, I think I might be done with gin-and-tonics. They seem to punish me extra hard.


Total Incompetence
Some months ago, if you remember, I pondered the question of whether the character of the current administration was one primarly defined by extreme idealogical zeal or of complete ineptness. I guess we know the answer now. The events of the past few weeks have been saddening to say the least, but also just downright scary, confirming the level of arrogance and incompetence at the highest levels that once seemed only a strong accusation. I guess the naive part of me always thought to itself, 'well FEMA, they won't screw things up no matter who they are answering to.' Also, the national press seems to have been shocked into actually questioning the government on some things. A silver lining, perhaps.

Also Perfect Panther has a new website. The band also has a fantastic new mini-album length recording that we will be releasing before the end of the year.

Right now, it's live music and out-of-town guest week of craziness. I've seen Nouvelle Vague, Seu Jorge, Franz Ferdinand and there are more shows coming later in the week.


Listening Station
I'm almost at the end of my rope with some the emo thought bubbles that people are publishing on their blogs. They remind me of the journals I kept freshman year in college when I was a Maximum Rock and Roll reader getting ready for the revolution. So anyway, back to the music... No you can't download it here.

Desmond Dekker
You Can Get it If You Really Want double CD

Searching for Soul: Soul, Funk & Jazz Rarities & Classic from Michigan 1968-1970
(Luv N' Haight)

Recently interviewed:
M.I.A., Jamie Lidell, Carl Craig

Lookout! We're screwed.
Everybody is talking about the near collapse of Lookout! Records in light of Green Day's recent repossession of its records. I have to weigh in on this on the side of Green Day, however rich and powerful they may be. And as a band member who only rarely has seen royalties or accounting from various "nice" labels. Ummm, how can you not pay your biggest band royalties for ten years and keep signing unproven young bands? And hiring people? I love the idea of independent labels, but at some point they've got to exist in reality, not just in the ideal state of "it's cool, we're totally buds." There's loads of news out there on this and lots of great commentary on this. The most shocking aspect of this is Larry Livermore, the ex-Lookout! honcho describing the label's new signings as "terrible bands." Can you say bitter? I know this isn't hot news, I'm in catch-up mode.


Boyz in the hood
This kid, Robbie Huebel, I grew up with is one of the funniest people on VH1 right now or TV for that matter. He once gave Fawn Hall flowers while she was hanging out at our local pool. Yeah, Fawn Hall went to my pool. It was that kind of neighborhood. You might also know Rob as "Inconsiderate Cell Phone Man" or Candidate Zero from the commericals. Our family dog ran away, you could say eloped, with the Huebel's family dog. Our dog died, but the Huebel's dog stuck with him until the end.

Inconsiderate Cell Phone Man


Kung Fu Grip
Most of the concerts I've seen on the mall or near the U.S. Capitol have been protest gigs, though I have seen a bunch of Folklife type stuff there too. Is that a good or a bad thing? I think, ultimately, probably a good thing. This concert is coming up in a few weeks. I wonder if an "Anti-war Fair" would be cool, or just a drag. I just watched Weapons of Mass Distraction on IFC and found it to be just fine, but not particularly revealatory. Also, the Bouncing Souls were listed twice on the flyer I got for this rally.

When: Saturday, September 24
gather 11AM at the Washington Monument, concert begins at 3PM

What: March, Rally, Anti-war Fair and
A Free Music Festival To Stop The War In Iraq!


Join Operation Ceasefire, a new coalition of concerned musicians, for a
massive anti-war concert/rally at the Washington Monument on September
24th. This event will be a centerpiece of what is expected to be 4 days of
enormous protests in nation's capital in support of a full withdrawal
of U.S. forces from the quagmire in Iraq.

For more information:


A Timeline for You (courtesy Moveon.org)


Friday, Aug. 26: Gov. Kathleen Blanco declares a state of emergency in Louisiana and requests troop assistance.

Saturday, Aug. 27: Gov. Blanco asks for federal state of emergency. A federal emergency is declared giving federal officials the authority to get involved.

Sunday, Aug. 28: Mayor Ray Nagin orders mandatory evacuation of New Orleans. President Bush warned of Levee failure by National Hurricane Center. National Weather Service predicts area will be "uninhabitable" after Hurricane arrives. First reports of water toppling over the levee appear in local paper.

Monday, Aug. 29: Levee breaches and New Orleans begins to fill with water, Bush travels to Arizona and California to discuss Medicare. FEMA chief finally responds to federal emergency, dispatching employees but giving them two days to arrive on site.

Tuesday, Aug. 30: Mass looting reported, security shortage cited in New Orleans. Pentagon says that local authorities have adequate National Guard units to handle hurricane needs despite governor's earlier request. Bush returns to Crawford for final day of vacation. TV coverage is around-the-clock Hurricane news.

Wednesday, Aug. 31: Tens of thousands trapped in New Orleans including at Convention Center and Superdome in "medieval" conditions. President Bush finally returns to Washington to establish a task force to coordinate federal response. Local authorities run out of food and water supplies.

Thursday, Sept. 1: New Orleans descends into anarchy. New Orleans Mayor issues a "Desperate SOS" to federal government. Bush claims nobody predicted the breach of the levees despite multiple warnings and his earlier briefing.

Friday, Sept. 2: Karl Rove begins Bush administration campaign to blame state and local officials—despite their repeated requests for help. Bush stages a photo-op—diverting Coast Guard helicopters and crew to act as backdrop for cameras. Levee repair work orchestrated for president's visit and White House press corps.

Saturday, Sept. 3: Bush blames state and local officials. Senior administration official (possibly Rove) caught in a lie claiming Gov. Blanco had not declared a state of emergency or asked for help.

Monday, Sept. 5: New Orleans officials begin to collect their dead.


Norway way
I'm going to Norway. Repeat. I'm going to Norway, the oil capitol of Norway.
Totally weird ad music
This Chicago area car dealership is using the Civ song "Can't Wait One Minute More" for their "summer sales drive." Ummm, how the hell did that happen?


You complete me
After two weeks of working extra hard, I think things are cooling off, or at least for the last few hours I've decided that they are. I'm going to be putting together a new personal/professional website really soon and need your help. If you can fill in the blanks on the discography below, I'd appreciate it. Obviously, the last five years have been a bit sparse on the official releases, so don't interpret this as somehow boastful as I don't see it that way at all. I got to thinking about my cassette-only releases after coming across this interview with lo-fi pop star Colin Clary. I also started thinking about the shrinking discography versus increasing quality control paradigm.



Indian Summer 5-song tape, 1988, drums
Teenage Dope Slaves Kill Gerard Cosloy, vocals, guitar 1991 (Rokkhouse Records)
Trendinista 5000, s/t vocals, guitar, drums 1993 (Sudden Shame)
Big Rig (unreleased) drums 1991

Edsel Detroit Folly (Grass Records, 1994) Drums, background Vocals
Chisel Nothing New (Gern Blandsten, 1995) Drums
Chisel 8 A.M. All Day (Gern Blandsten, 1996) Organ, Piano, Drums, Vocals (bckgr)
Trampoline I Want One of Everybody (Spinart, 1996) drums on one song
Chisel Set You Free (Gern Blandsten 033, 1997) Drums, Vocals (bckgr), Performer
Mark Borthwick/Holland Voices (Darla-US) drums on three songs
hollAnd Your Orgasm (1997) sampled drums
Treiops Treyfid Reach the Explosion (1998) Drums on two songs
The Beans Young Love Gone Terribly Wrong (2001) drums on four songs

Chisel Swamp Fox/Spike, Listen 7-inch (assembly records, 1991), drums
Edsel “Switch the Codes” 7” single (Grass Records), drums
Edsel “no. 5 Recitative” 7” single (jade Tree Records) drums
Piper Cub “Chance/No. 1 Sound” 7” single, (Sub Pop Records, 1994) Drums
Chisel “The O.T.S.” (Darla Records, 1994) drums
Chisel “It’s Alright, You’re OK” 7” single (GernBlandsten 031, 1996,)
Colour Expedition 7” EP, HMF005 (Her Magic Field Sweden, 1999), drums
John Dugan “D!1” CD-EP (Her Magic Field, Stockholm, Sweden, 2000) drums, guitar, vocals, bass, Fender Rhodes

Sounds of Kaleidoscope, Manayunk Sessions, 1999 drums
Plush, demos 2002, drums, bass (unreleased)
Palisades, s/t CDR 2002-2003 drums, mixing, production (Limited Edition silkscreen sleeves)
Perfect Panther, “Soma Sessions” 6 song CD-R, 2003
Sean Diamond (has a new name) “Belltower Falls” 3 Song CD-R, 2003 (drums, mixing)

Various Artists/COMPILATIONS
Indian Summer, D.C. Metro Mayhem, “Time for You,” 1988 drums
Chisel 'Swamp Fox/Spike' on jericho sessions WVFI compilation cd April 1991
Chisel “Dream Bar”, Incubus compilation 1993
Rollercoaster “Stumble” Teen Smash Hits for Students (Level Records)
Edsel “You Got Lucky” You Got Lucky, a tribute to Tomp Petty (1994, Backyard Records)
Chisel “Nothing New” Dog So Large I cannot see past it, a wprb compilation, 1995
Chisel "Chiefs" on Storm of the Century compilation CD (Sudden Shame) February 1997
Chisel 'Out for Kicks' on compilation Level Records “Squirrel” seven-inch
(Level Records, Washington, DC) September1995
Edsel “Strip the Codes” Echoes of the Nation’s Capitol compilation
Chisel “Six Different Ways” Give Me the Cure compilation Radiopaque records
Chisel “Guns of Meridian Hill”, FortReno Benefit compilation, Resin Records
Chisel “The O.T.S.” Darla multi-CD compilation 2002
Edsel “no. 5 Recitative” Various Artists Jade Tree: First Five Years (Jade Tree, 2000) Drums
Aquatix “Now Boarding” on some guy's DVD for short film (2004)
Chisel "spectacles" in credits for Songs for Cassevetes documentary
Sounds of Kaleidoscope “There You Go” on Galactic Zoo Dossier #6 CD-2 (Drag City) 2005

Graphic Design/Illustration

Chisel “Spike” 7-inch (Assembly Records) 1991 design
Edsel “Switch the Codes” 7” single (Grass Records), illustration
Chisel Nothing New (1995) Photography
Chisel 8 A.M. All Day (1996) Design, Illustrations
Chisel Set You Free (1997) Design
Make-Up various singles, graphic production
Make-Up I Want Some 2xLP/CD (K Records 1999) Graphic Design
The Saturday People 7” sleeve design (Brittle Stars 005, 1998)
The Boom Any Day of the Night (Slowdime Records, 1998) {printed with a typo on this one, ouch}
Faraquet debut 7”
Make-Up/Cranium 7” single (Slowdime Records, 1998)
The Make-Up Blue Is Beautiful VHS movie (Dischord Records, 1998) design
Telegraph Melts Ilium (1999) sleeve Design, typography
The Castaway Stones leave no stone unturned 7” 1998 design
The Castaway Stones Make Love to You CD 1998 Design {some say my best work}
John Dugan “D!1” CD-EP (Her Magic Field, 2000) Sweden, design, photography
Colour Expedition 7” EP, HMF005 (Her Magic Field 1999) Sweden, design/illustration
One Bright and Sunny Morning compilation CD (ICE Recordings, 2005) Chicago, production/design

Washington City Paper, Chicago Reader, Minneapolis City Pages, CMJ New Music Monthly, Time Out Guides, Mobil Travel Guides, Brandweek, Citysearch.com, Billboard.com, RollingStone.com, LiveDaily.com

Citysearch.com, Zagat Guides, Time Out Chicago


I'm sensitive about overstating one's connection to a tragedy. But I did know two of the Chicago musicians that were killed last week. Michael from Silkworm was a classy, friendly guy, not to mention a talented drummer. He will be missed.

Update: There have been some new stories on the woman who committed this crime. I'll leave it to you to find them.


Dungen live
The guys in Dungen are alarming self-aware, articulate and confident. They're also funny, and had a great time playing word games with words that they didn't know the subtle meanings of right away. Anxious was one of the words, suggestive was another. They're not boastful, they're not rude, they're not banking on some association with a scene or politics, and they're not even really that retro. The main guy is more likely to talk about his favorite hip-hop and ambient techno tracks than his favorite psych records, eh. They also sound amazing in a club setting. They sounded much fuller than they did n the park setting of Intonation. The guitar, in particular, had the crackling, searing Strat through a Marshall sound that I had forgotten about. The thing that will make rock and roll boys lie awake at night and cry is that the singer/songwriter who recorded their entire album himself has only been playing rock since 1998. He plays all instruments better than you. Having seen the band twice, I can safely say, new American psych rock has a long long way to go to catch up with these guys. Friends (and I mean my actual friends who play psych rock), get busy or get into something else. Awed.

Addendum: The posters for the show were amazing. If anyone has one that they can give me. I'll buy you beer.


Back and better than...
Whoah, it has been a while, but again, I have other things going on and sometimes I think blogs are pathetic. Lately, I've been tied up with moving, rehearsing and working a day job. Also, I must confess, I have not had internet access at home for weeks. Talk about a blessing in disguise. It's been a real incentive to get some other things done, such as unpacking.

Intonation Festival
Briefly. A very good time, good people, decent line-ups and free for me. Also, bikability enhanced the whole weekend as in bike down to the festival, then bike back up to sister-in-laws and eat leftovers. Bike down to fest, bike home and go to band rehearsal then come home and watch movies.

I've gone from expensive digital cable to almost free satellite dish action but still have Sundance and IFC. Hurrah.

Politics... save it for another day. So much to talk about.

I'm interviewing Dungen today. Anyone have any suggested questions?


The Corporation
This is a good rabble-rousing, intelligent though not overly complicated, easy to watch, clearly presented... (almost there) documentary. Good enough that I bought it (used for $10) rather than pay the late fee and finish it after 10pm ($2.50). There's a 2nd DVD that could possibly put me over the edge. My only complaint: Michael Moore, who's worldview is about as sophisticated as mine was at age 21, which explains a lot of his appeal if you think about it. Otherwise, the joint will rile you up! Go rent it now. Or come over to my place for a beer and watch it.


Too lazy to think for yourself?
Let Henrik Hertzberg do it for you. Seriously, he's been on fire recently in the New Yorker, even setting me straight on the whole Newsweek scandal. Newsweek, it turns out, was merely reporting what a reliable source told them. The error was his and eventually it may come out that the practices at Guantanamo are as bad or as worse as reported. Anyway, read the Talk of the Town, as I'm completely exhausted and unable to explain the finer points of the piece. Um, one month til move means more getting rid of stuff. CD sell-off imminent. God, I'm exhausted but I must say this. DJing is supposed to be hard work, but honestly I'm only good at it when I'm improvising the whole time. No, I don't match beats and really I don't want to learn. Hurrah for those that can, you are part of a tradition going all the way to the early '70s. Anyway, the point is, Thursday was so much fun and I barely even talked to anyone. I also made no plans before I started spinning. People actually came up and gave me money in the DJ booth for playing songs they liked. We call them happy drunks.


I was lucky enough to see them in Chicago and the gig was fantastic. I read that one person saw them from a mile away in Cali and didn't like it. Tough luck sucker! They're godhead, as we would say back in '90, (actually the last time I saw them and no, it wasn't the original line-up). I love all these music critics saying "oh, they're my favorite band" all of a sudden, just in time to get on the guest list, eh? They've made a few of my favorite albums ever and I've been saying so since '89.
Divide and conquer
I've been tied up with a lot going on in the evenings and nights lately, some of optional and fun, some of it required and almost fun, and the result is that I look like someone who doesn't eat or sleep or exercise properly, but really I do. I don't look tired, I look cashed. Tonight the plan is to read deep into two books that I am reviewing for the mag and drift off to a healing deep sleep with lots of REM time and wake up renewed. In the meantime, here are some miniature reviews of what's been grabbing me or bumming me out as the case may be.

MOOG the documentary, has potential, I learned a little bit, but not enough to justify buying it. Sheffield music documentary was worse actually, though I probably learned more overall it suffers from bad organization and lack of focus. Full reviews coming in print.

Dungen's album Ta Det Lugnt is getting released on Kemado records domestically after a healthy bidding war. Does Kemado have major label backing? I'm guessing so. Anyway, Dungen's album is an utter masterpiece. I don't talk the Swedish talk but I really didn't care when this thing kicked in on my headphones at work. I was softly air drumming at my desk.

Superpitcher's new album sounds great. The Sexual Lives of the Savages compilation on Soul Jazz is also great. The new Oasis is very, very good but not as good as Morning Glory.

None of which brings me to existential moment of the week. I sometimes find myself in a mode, but lately my life requires switching between modes at a moments notice... shopper for mortgages, cultural dissector, snappy dresser, public transport rider, former member of, current member of, ex-friend of, new acquaintance of, wise man, susser of youth culture signifiers, lover of dance beats, lover of psychedelic guitars. Often the changes are so quick that the modes overlap and I start to realize that the modes are a lot like scenes. I'm not really into drama, but I'm doing a lot of acting these days. But what's crazy is that I'm good. I'm very good.

And this just in for those still curious about the new Pope. The New Yorker ran a more extensive piece on him last week and he still sounds like bad news but consider his age.

Change of topic...
"We were supposed to be a Republic and not in the Empire business."–Gore Vidal, five minutes ago.


Best weekend in sometime involved...
yes drinking too much, but only one night, and that day of recovery was actually very nice. I don't take enough naps I realized. And I don't make my own pizza enough, and I don't wash homemade pizza down with San Pelligrino and chianti and watch biopics in their entirity nearly enough. Sunday morning swims seem to set the world straight. Swimming is the new yoga, just not trendy or fashionable at all, but I guarantee you that 15 minutes into your laps you're much closer to a meditative state than you are in a room with a bunch of people listening to tantric electronica trying to look funky and natural.

I'm moving soon, but not very far. What's great is the idea of having a dishwasher, a washer and dryer and higher ceilings. What's going to be hard to leave is the neglible heating bill that comes with numerous radiators and the incredible view from the balcony at the current digs. I can't think of anything else I will miss here particulary. The excess of natural light I guess.

Just for the record, the Kaiser Chiefs album is not good, the Dead '60s album fairly listenable and the Maximo Park record absolutely phantastik. Buy the later when it comes out. The new New Order is a snoozer. It actually makes their last album, which was rockin' a bit too forcefully, sound inspired, or at least catchy. The Beat Bespoke is a nutty good compilation. I've recently nabbed rocksteady comps, a massive library of early Traxx records house compilations and some other really nice goodies that I've barely had time for. I'm also very lucky to be getting a secondhand Mojo subscription, a relative is passing on his copies (and hopefully CDs) when he's done with 'em. Hurray for re-use.

Plans for this week include moving rehearsal/recording space, getting the production on that DVD/CD compilation underway, rehearsing, cleaning out closet, eating some of that mountain of pizza.

Also on the reading tip.. the first item in the most recent New Yorker is about the new Pope. If you want to too much about how reactionary the new Pope is, definitely read it. If you don't need to know, still read it. Be afraid, be very afraid... this guy was the Richileu of the JPII years, or so it seems.


Crazy Vibes
Today I stayed home and interviewed a certain producer/recording artist that I am currently really into and had that incredibly weird... wow we are on the same wavelength completely type feeling that you just don't get too often. I didn't even prep for the interview much the way I usually do. Kinda freaky. I'm now planning to do a side project for the sole purpose of recording with this person. The other thing I've realized I gotta do, is get back in the booking shows game. Fact is I know a lot of people and I want to play with my friends bands in other towns and here. But I've been avoiding the hassle and responsibility of booking shows because it is often a major pain in the ass and I've been in the position of trying to pull off tours of bands that weren't in a position to make any money touring before and not liked it, though i liked the actual touring. hmmm anyway... I've got some live recordings of Perfect Panther edited down that I will probably throw up online as MP3s but I'm kinda running out of juice at this moment so it will have to wait. I think live recordings are really under-rated, but then again my lady hates them so they're not for everyone. It got cold, real cold again here in Chicago, and I had little interest in leaving the HQ, so I did some CD burning and cable watching, NPR listening, dish washing. I have the urge to play guitar right now, but its a bit late for that, and the practice amp is somewhere deep in the monster closet.


More Self-Promotion
The Perfect Panther gig at the Fireside was our strongest yet, I can't wait to track the new songs and get a proper album together. More news on that soon. Perfectpanther.com is finally underway.
Also, Human Torch and I basically dominate the new issue of TOC, so read what you can online, even the stuff we didn't write in the feature section, its all good. I've got some reviews in my section this week. And you can read more of the feature stuff online now, which is convenient but it doesn't look as pretty and it still just skims the surface.


The Staircase
I'm 2 chapters into the best documentary on TV right now, The Staircase on Sundance. I'm slightly perturbed that it's a French production. Those French love to tell us how unjust our legal system is. Ooops, it's back on, gotta go.


Drying Out
after two nights of boozing, one with a bunch of culture critics (both the bitter and ebullient type) and neighborhood party people and another at a wig party at an immaculate Pottery Barn catalog-worthy Boystown apartment. A bunch of music writers behind the DJ booth makes for a fairly lousy night of dancing but a pretty great stage for conversation, catching up on things and watching people hit on each other. Friday night, I really felt like I was at home in Chicago, way more familiar faces than strangers. In other news, it sounds like the women in hip-hop conference was a real winner. A good thing for sure, but also kind of like a "jews in nazism" conference or something... well not quite, but you dig.


Listening Station
Love's a Real Thing (Luaka Bop)
Buzzin' Fly Volume Two (Astralwerks)
Gilles Peterson in Africa (Ether Music)
Optimo Kill the DJ Volume 2 (Tigersushi/Kill the DJ)
Le Beat Bespoke (Sanctuary UK)

lots of crazy world music that I can't recall, but will add later!


Blatant Self-Promotion
I'm not that interested in your personal life as you can probably tell. But I have no hesitation about promoting music type projects that I am involved in. I hope you don't mind. For one, I did the graphic production on the "One Bright Sunny Morning" compilation CD just out now through Southern. I think the kids in the design department at work were impressed by that, but I can't tell. SAIC and Columbia art kids develop this hard-to-read, cool scanning look, so that even when they are smiling and being friendly, they've still got attitude. In fact, lots of young folk here have the tude cranked up past the point of being appropriate. It's a midwestern thing. Nobody has told them that the real world doesn't give a fuck. Also, back to the music thing, The Tax is now on Myspace with some songs for you to audition.
Do you want (to read) my leftovers?
I've got a stockpile of interviews, some of them unpublished, some just excerpted that I was thinking of putting online. These are basically transcriptions of chats with musicians used in articles I've written. Here are some of the candidates: Dave Allen of Gang of Four, Jon Taylor of Duran Duran, Paul Weller, Carlos of the Libertines, The Tindersticks, Matthew Dear, Platinum Pied Pipers. Let me know which, if any, you want me to post.


I'm alive. So is that Buckethead on stage?
Yeah, so I've been busy as hell with work but also with more social activity, perhaps because the new season is showing signs that it would like to, y'know, spring upon us. Does that make people more social? I've been lucky to see some truly excellent shows recently... Orchestra Baobab, the Slint reunion (great despite the absence of any stage presence whatsoever) and the Tabla Beat Science show last night. The last show was kind of a surprise as I didn't know much about TBS except that Bill Laswell was involved. It turns out, two of Laswell's bands played last night. The first was ABYSSINIA INFINITE (though I didn't know that at the time) featuring GiGi included Pharoah Sanders, Laswell, and Hamid Drake on the drums. I guessed that it was GiGi and I was right. The second band was TBS had the tabla and sarangi players who were phenomenal and various players I couldn't identify with Laswell but I would assume they're the same folks on the albums. The weirdest aspect of the whole show was the occasional presence of Laswell co-hort Buckethead, the guitar player who briefly joined Guns 'n' Roses, who comes out and freaks some totally bizarre riffs and hammer-ons off his Les Paul while wearing a weird white mask, not the KFC bucket that he is known for sporting. At first I thought it was the guy who quit Limp Bizkit and everytime the lady singer introduced him I thought she was speaking another language and saying "booheethad" or something like thank you, thank you. Anyway, the whole Buckethead schtick is kinda weird. I guess he makes records with Bootsie but still. In other news, I deejayed again and had a blast, got to see the Bridge Club play and they were rad. It's just been hyperactive get busy month this March has and shows no signs of letting up.


Sin and Sonics

Man, I came down with some nasty cold that sidelined me completely today, but I'm doing better now. I busted out the Synsonics drums and wailed away wondering if anyone has done an SK-1 Synsonics duo successfully on the '80s electro circuit. My appetite returned in time for me to dine on some home-made eggplant curry with toasted almonds, three great tastes. I've been downloading favela and wondering why I enjoy hip-hop much more in languages that I don't understand.


Time Online.
You don't live in Chicago, you don't subscribe to Time Out but you are dying to read my stuff, right? Go here each week.


Coming back to Chicago is hard to do...
when you've been living it up in the Riviera Maya. They must call it the Riviera Maya in Milan too, because I swear to god, Playa Del Carmen is basically an Italian colony at this point. I was there a few years ago and found it quaint and now it's ridiculously chic, kinda touristy but in a Euro way. Just shield your eyes from the Senor Frogs outpost and it's pretty heavenly down there.

Various things I did on my trip.
Went on an ecotour and snorkeled in cenotes, underground pools that are considered sacred by Mayans. You can't wear sunscreen or insect repellent because the cenotes are wells for the trad Mayan families.
Bought white Italian sunglasses.
Got married at sunset on the beach.
Bought amber Italian sunglasses.
Ate some insanely good Argentine food at Tango Taco.
Saw my parents dancing to Daft Punk.
Snorkeled at In-Na, a reef near park called Xcaret.
Had perhaps the worst Argentine food ever at some other place.
Saw Mayan ruins by the side the road in many places with no sign or fence around them. You could basically sit down and drink a beer on Mayan ruins and no one would notice.
Met a DJ from Manchester/Ibiza that had never heard of Northern Soul.
Learned some Spanish by watching the subtitles on Austin Powers, Bands Reunited and a movie about the Marquis De Sade.
Drank lots of pina coladas, Pacificos and Sols, just a few Margaritas.
Went to a bar called Ohm that's as big as my closet.
Saw two six-foot long baracuda while snorkelling with my friends and my brother on Isla Mujeres.
Almost bought a beaded belt that I could never wear in a boring fashion town like Chicago.
Read more DJ history than Mayan history.
Used the internet but twice in two weeks.
Drank fresh squeezed orange juice whenever possible, maybe like six times.


I'm working more than I have in many years and really enjoying it. I'm also leaving for Mexico for a little over a week. The Tax did some recording with Iceman engineering and the sounds he got are just incredible, especially considering only three tracks were used. In the meantime, there have been some mild bummers, finding out some special guests won't be joining us for the sun and fun. I have a really hectic 24 hours ahead of me and then about ten days of decadence. See you on the beach.


Tired Eyes
So Bright Eyes are the indie megahit of the season and without a really strong opinion on the band I stayed up to watch Conor and the gang play on the telly the other night, finished reading a novel in the process and came back in the room just in time to see the performance... what a letdown, really weak tune, generic vibe, smashed guitar, smashed trumpet... I said smashed TRUMPET... quite embarassing. I think I have some of the older records around, will have to see if they do anything for me. Otherwise, call me totally unimpressed.


Montreal Rocks?
I'm not totally buying this, but I'm curious to see for myself. My man David Carr has an article in the NYT about Montreal's hot rock scene.


Feelings Not Hurt
And thanks for the unsolicited negative review of my last audio posting and I mean that. It was kind of meant as kind a gag, as I'm not an experienced "electronic musician," nor do I have any plans to be the next Diplo or Mylo or Yoyo. But you don't know that and I suppose you gotta let the frustration out somewhere. Reminds me of the dude cruising with his girl that almost ran me over today when he didn't really stop at the stop sign on Division Street. I casually pointed at the stop sign, kept walking and the guy totally flipped out, screaming all kinds of shit. I had my headphones in and just kept walking and thinking... why is he screaming at me? Shouldn't I be screaming at him? On the cool end of things, I was at this breakdance event last night that is just as friendly to novice dorks as really seasoned breakers. I guess if you are willing to try to windmill in public, you might as well do it in front of dudes who can give you pointers or move out of the way when you wreck in their direction.
I just screened "Dig!" back here at the compound and it's something else. I didn't think I would ever describe a rockumentary as engrossing, but damn, it is just that. You can't really move until the credits run. I'm actually a casual fan of the Brian Jonestown Massacre, even though I probably missed half of their two-hour set when a group I'm in opened for them last year. My advice is to rent the doc when it drops, though I'm actually tempted to buy the real thing for the extras and whatnot. I'm looking for my copy of "Strung Out in Heaven" right now. The BJTM website actually has tons of MP3s which might excite you.


Mayan Jamz
I think I need to be deprogrammed or something. With a whole Saturday with which to do whatever I wanted, I ended up spending roughly 8 hours on the computer working on various things. What's most troubling is that I really enjoyed it. I've got two graphic projects underway, one being a t-shirt design, and the other a CD packaging project and if that's not enough, tonight, I busted out the MIDI keyboard, fired up Reason/Cubase and laid down some jams that are suprisingly listenable. During a furious mixdown session, I hit the wall, ran out of energy just as the program was locking up. This is a rough first take.


Listening Station
Radio Mestiza is blowing my mind right now. Just pop into your itunes or go to radiomestiza.com


So much going on right now that I probably should pre-blogging in a notebook then culling the best-of for actual publication but no such quality control system exists here. Yet. Perhaps it was inevitable but I just learned that some close friends are going to be the subject of a reality show for CNN filmed here in Chicago. They start shooting tomorrow and the whole project promises to raise the drama level of the neighborhood for a couple weeks. I suppose I can file this alongside the meta-experiences of having a documentary made about someone you know much too well, having former associates and roomies appear in cable reality shows about Hollywood actresses fronting touring rock bands and the now commonplace... watching as my highschool hometown heroes have settled into careers as soundtrack creators and music advisors for indie films. Nathan Larson, formerly of Shudder to Think, whom I idolized for a time in my youth and opened for a couple times, did the soundtrack to the recently released film "The Woodsman" which I screened at home on Saturday (no I'm not an Academy voter but I am a "critic" in the eyes of some). It's a good film, Mos Def's small part is well executed and the music fairly interesting.

I've been eating lots of weird stuff the last couple days, I drank tons of beer Friday night at the photo-shoot and I'm feeling kinda gross in general. My plan is wake up really early and swim tomorrow. Wish me luck.

But praise the Gods, "Return of the King" was just starting when I flopped down on the couch tonight. I've been reading a bit about the Mayan culture and digging it and somehow (don't ask me how) that enriched the experience.


Best Laid Plans
I had no juice to go to a dinner party tonight, thanks for the invite, so I figured early night in, early to bed, get up early and breakfast at one of the nearby cafes, New York Times, coffee, start the week right.

The reality? Misha writhing in pain at 11pm. 2 hours at the Emergency Vet and things might be okay, but sleep has already been lost and what's more... cat needs to be transferred from one vet to another at 7am. Consolation: kitchen stocked with veggie meats, Red Stripe, Belgian butter almond thins, etc. for post-traumatic snacking.


The Perils of MP3 Blogging
I'm not an MP3 blogger myself, as I have only posted unpublished music that I have personal permission from the copyright controllers to distribute. But I have been a frequent visitor to some of the MP3 blogs linked to from this page. One of those blogs, Moistworks, which is run by graphic ace, go-go fan, and ol' DeeCee via Oz buddy O.B. just got hit with a letter from the International Federation of the Phonographic Industry (IFPI). Can Suburbs and the others expect the same kind of letters? Thoughts? Are MP3 blogs about to become obsolete? I hope Moist finds a new home as O.B. always has fresh tracks and lots of hip-hop love to spread around. Representing Northwest.

Injury Report
A friendly game of indoor soccer left me with a bruised, cut eyelid, a big green bruise on my left bicept and general all-over body soreness. Some other folks ended up with strained backs, sprained ankles, etc. Most of my injuries were a result of contact with a guy that I can only remember as "the meatball." A stocky, hirsute gentleman, he whined about every foul called on him even as he decked people and slammed them into the boards at every turn. Being somewhat of a heavier fella, he had no legs in the second half. My greatest pleasure was watching him go down hard in the corner with barely a touch from my outstretched leg.

On the upside, my gig with a half borrowed drum kit in a supremely divey Cal's bar last night was one of my favorites in recent months. Pre-gig naps are the key. Also, when 3/4s of your band are swinging singles and the crowd consists almost entirely of 11 single women some of them flight attendants and the others stylish Asians, the guys really turn on the rock juice. Let it flow boys, let it flow.


Get Reel
Alright you Pro Tools using bastards, you've really done it now. The WSJ ran a story yesterday about Quantegy filing Chapter 11. Quantegy is the only company that makes magnetic tape of quality for recording studios and for NASA. And right now, new tape is pretty much vanishing. Wilco and other bands that record to tape are totally screwed. Steve Albini, being wiser than anyone that does what he does really, stockpiled tape and dudes like Walter Sears bought up everything they could get their hands on. I'm not sure where that leaves me. I use 1/4" tape not 2" tape and I have yet to look around for it online. I usually buy my tape down in Bridgeport at a camera shop that Liam from Plush turned me on to. I may have to call them and do my own stockpiling thing.


Dude, Where's My?
I'm stalking around my place like some crazed old shut-in looking for my headphones. The wee little white ones. At 1am last night I was using them but as of 9am as I walked down the street to the CTA in a fog, they had vanished, never made it to my parka pocket. I searched the sidewalk, the office, the stairwell. Unless the cat has stowed the phones somewhere with his prized chunks of dead bird, bug carcasses and string collection, I have no explanation for the vanishing. But hey, it took me 10 minutes to find the pepper jack cheese in the fridge these evening. During my phones search, I discovered a five-year-old contract with a music publication (that still owes me money) folded up in my couch. I also realized that eating a light lunch, while working 9 hours and then gourging on Newman's-Os produces a mind-altering effect similiar to snorting a short line of fine Columbian. My sensitivity to stimulants, including chocolate, is now well documented.

In other news, having a new, much more challenging day job is pretty rad.

Listening Station
Richie Hawtin "DE9: Closer to the Edit" (Novamute)
Mylo "Drop the Pressure"

(20 minutes later)
Jesus, I found the headphones, they were kind of stuck under the door to my home office and silently sliding back and forth under the door and therefore almost invisible to any crazy person running around the apartment. I don't want to speculate on the extent of feline involvement, suffice to say that I have one furry grey one with a natural foods obsession on my "watch list." I'm not the only one having an off-kilter day. The hapless apartment handyman seems to have busted the window in the landing right outside my place. That's why it is freezing on my couch.


Live photos of The Tax, official live debut at The Modernist Society on 12/30/2004.


Feeling it?
Man, this is what they mean by "new year" eh? I've got three new things of note: an iPod, a new job, and a lousy cold. I've almost shaken the third (I'm doing the Zicam thing) and I'm hooking up the first, starting the second tomorrow.


Another Day, Another List
My top ten again at LiveDaily, I get paid for this, remember?

I'm going to have to dig up that Green Day disc everyone seems to like. The only other Green Day record I have is their first single! Man, I'm an old dude.