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Two Gallants

July 23, 2006: Two Gallants

31 July 07

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A Week With The White Stripes' "Icky Thump": Day 2

31 July 07

So, Jack and Meg roared through Canada. The played classrooms and arenas, and even took a few minutes to blow the minds of all those that opted to take Winnipeg public transit on one magical afternoon in Manitoba. How awesome...

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Skursula

Skursula: Are Those Talons On That Seamstress And A Neck Tie On That Mare?

31 July 07

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Low

Low: Here Not For The Calamitous, But For Whatever Comes Next, Likely A Series Of Empty Embraces

30 July 07

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Escapism is for weenies. It’s for people who gladly pay $9 to see a motion picture in a theater chilled so harshly that their cheeks pink and their toes blue. It’s for the fantasy farmers, mining for the tunnel to China or hunting for a saber tooth tiger or a leprechaun with a powerful ring that all in the universe covet. It’s for popcorn and Goobers eaters. It’s not for the people, the mellow as a candle people that Duluth, Minnesota’s Low draw to their robust-free compositions of exploratory sorrow on parade. They hit the glamour subjects of titillating moroseness, the efforts that get tangled in the sticky albatross of the “what’s to become of this terrible trouble we find ourselves in” worry.

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Dead Trees

The Dead Trees: The Drink Hangs In The Head And It Makes Sense

26 July 07

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Guess where I am. (This will be an exercise to allow for some mental calisthenics a la answering brainbusting crossword riddles such as “Florentine glassmaker Antonio” or “Shoe salesman, at times,” a reference to Wednesday’s Chicago Tribune puzzle. Use all of your best reasoning skills. Be the decipherer.) Okay, so guess where I am. There, off to the right side of the bed are stacks of chicken soups. They’re sounding preachy while those cracked cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon sound so understanding and nurturing. They know what to say and they’re saying it. Flush with amber light, the walls are constricting and transparent, all at the same time. It’s hard to walk through them, but should a touch of a wind kick up from the west, it’ll blow a dusting of desert sand and foul, hot air right against your cheeks and the head board, ticking off and landing on the pillows below.

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John Vanderslice

John Vanderslice: A Character Actor In The Body Of A Wisp Of A Man

25 July 07

“No one ever says a word about so much that happens in the world.“
-John Vanderslice, “Exodus Damage”

A swirling post-9/11 nausea figures prominently in San Francisco-based songwriter John Vanderslice’s recent work. Ever mindful of recent political controversy and regional instability,...

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Monotonix

Monotonix: The Rumble Is Alive

25 July 07

Once, just once, it would be kinda phat if Dan Auerbach of The Black Keys handed the reins over to Ozzie Osborne for a cameo. Just one song cause Dan’s kickass. Dan would still be in on the festivities –...

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A Week With The White Stripes' "Icky Thump": Day 1

24 July 07

It’s happening again: the Whites are taking over airwaves and air space everywhere, their latest batch of jams having already embedded themselves neatly into still-developing best-of lists, children’s rhymes and playlists piping out of a jukebox near you. It’s not...

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Harlem Shakes

Harlem Shakes: A Melting Waiting To Happen

24 July 07

The word you’re looking for is incandescence. Oh, I’m pretty sure that’s the word you’re looking for, kind sirs and good strangers. It’s between inauspicious and incognito, zooming out, it’s between crescendo and shimmer, zooming further out, it’s between air and waves. Where you’d stick the push pin on the big map of “What’s this feeling the Harlem Shakes lure into me bones?” is in the hot throbbing heart of incandescence. We can’t actually make electricity, or at least the us that matter here – you and me and the other guy – can’t actually make electricity any more confidently than we could make gold. We find gold. We find electricity in the hog-nosed outlets in all of the places we frequent and live and fight. To actually suggest we could do it is to make it seem as simple or as plausible as giving birth to centaurs or sweating kryptonite.

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