“A good lesson for Democrats: If you’re actually in there fighting, you don’t have to worry about “projecting” to voters that you’re a fighter.”—David Kurtz on TPM, on Rep. Anthony Weiner’s Minute-O-Rage on the House floor. Ding ding ding.
Pack your bags, kids, the National Hobo Convention is coming up in just a few weeks! August 12-15, 2010 in Britt, Iowa.
Ask a veteran hobo at a convention jungle what a hobo is and you’ll receive a definite answer. The hobo is a migratory worker, some with a special skill or trade, others ready to work at any task, but always willing to work to make his way.
The tramp, they’ll tell you, is a traveling non-worker, moving from town to town, but never willing to work for the handouts that he begs for.
A bum is the lowest class, too lazy to roam around and never works.
Misunderstood and mistreated, the wandering hobos have come to find understanding and friendship in the town of Britt, Iowa.
Whatever you call em, they look excited to be there!
Will 2008 Hobo King Stretch reclaim his status, or will Redbird Express, Bo Grump, or Hobo Spike repeat instead? And who will be Queen? Will it be Connecticut Tootsie again, or maybe Half Track, Cinders, or Hobo Lump?
Just learned that The Moles underheard compilation/retrospective Untune The Sky has just been re-released on vinyl. Tasty!
This is one of those bands that I picked up on a whim (or, more likely, on a record store clerk’s suggestion) and then immediately fell in love with. They fit in with a lot of the 80s/90s down-under indiepop and they have something in common with jangly American acts like Black Tambourine or Galaxie 500.
A most welcome reissue of ‘90s indiepop from an Australian cult favorite that should please fans of anything related to the Flying Nun/Dunedin sound, and all those folks from those other nearby islands…
It only takes a listen to the leadoff track “Bury Me Happy” to get a sense of one angle of their sound: a mile-wide epic jangler of a riff gives way to a sweetly sparse arrangement with understated vocals and some light organ of unspecific make and model. The song, along with “Rebecca” and “Europe By Car” and like those greats by The Bats and The Chills, is an instant mood adjuster, giving you the sensation of coasting towards your favorite sandbar. The poppier, beach-ready songs would be at home on any indiepop mix tape, but as the entire album takes shape one can appreciate the full range of their sound. Untune the Sky is full of twists and turns in tempo, mood, texture and instrumentation, which has led fans to qualify them as “psychedelic” or “chamber” pop, or at least call them masters of oddball pop, which they certainly were.
This crazy jam is what a remix should be - a major reworking, not just a minor rejiggering. I really dig it. One of the dudes from Fool’s Gold took the shimmery, glittery opening single “Wide Eyes” off of Gorilla Manor and grimed it up with guttural thumps and clattering electronic finger snaps. It’s anxious and creepy (think RJD2’s “The Horror”) and definitely plays off the lyrics of the original, what with the “evil spirits” and all. It winds up somewhere unexpected, with a chunky rap break by Aristotle Pop A Bottle nestled in perfectly near the back end.
I have to say, I like this more than the Suckers remix, which is decent but doesn’t really tread anywhere new. I like that it really tears the original apart, but it winds up in that all too typical comfort zone, where the singing (mostly the oohs and ahhs) and a few recognizable riffs get transplanted onto a slightly dancey beat track.
A photographer took these photos of a BP oil refinery while standing on the grass median of a public road. (With very few exceptions, it’s perfectly legal to take pictures of anything visible from a public place, even if the subject is privately owned.)
BP’s security noticed, called the city police, and followed him by car to a gas station.
The police forcefully detained, harassed, and threatened him for more than 20 minutes for something that is not a crime and that they did not witness.
The police disclosed all of his personal information, including his Social Security number, to a BP security guard.
The police effectively forced him to reveal the photos he had taken and continued to detain, harass, and threaten him even after an officer had evaluated them and decided that they were not a threat to Homeland “Security”.
He was further detained, harassed, and threatened by a Homeland Security agent who arrived at the scene and forced him to reveal the publication he was working for.
There’s a good chance that a crime was committed there, but not by the photographer.