He sure is busy these days... click here to read more.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Video: Local Natives Leak 'Honey'
I stumbled across this video today. It's a homemade movie from Local Natives bassist Andy Hamm. It's evocative and visually interesting, but bizarre nonetheless. Click here to read my ASC blog post on it. The video is below:
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Academy: "No Singing Allowed"
Wrote a blog today about how the Best Original Song performances were nixed from the Oscars this year. Click here to read it.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Second Stage: Man/Miracle
On my first day back in the office after a week of being snowed in, I was able to do a little piece on a band from my home turf, which was fun. I've seen them play before with Tempo No Tempo at the Rickshaw Stop in SF, and they put on a great show.
Click here to read my Second Stage feature on Man/Miracle.
Click here to read my Second Stage feature on Man/Miracle.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Snowmageddon, Snowpocalypse, SnOw My God, Trust Me, I've Heard 'Em All...
I'll begin with this, from last weekend:
We thought we had snow.
Then I'll show you this, from yesterday, when we opened up the door to our balcony, to find that nearly 2' had accumulated since Friday evening (that's my roommate, fellow intern, and partner in crime, Bryce):
And that takes us up to today.
The residents of Washington, D.C. let out a collective grunt this morning. Some were struggling to dig up their cars, while others just turned over in their beds, cherishing one more much needed snow day. In case you didn’t know, Washington D.C. got about an entire winter’s worth of snow in 24 hours this weekend, setting records that hadn’t been broken for 90 years, according to some.
Three other interns and I hiked around the U Street corridor this morning, talking to residents, salesmen , and restauranteurs about how the blizzard treated them this weekend. We got some great little snapshots, all of which will probably go up on the Intern Edition Blog, which launches this week (check back, hopefully soon that will be a link that you can click to see the blog). After talking to Andy Shallal, owner and proprietor of well-known D.C. restaurants Eatonville and Busboys & Poets, and after crossing paths (quite literally) with a nice French family at Meridian Park, we took the tape back to NPR to mix it down and see if there was something worthwhile in the interviews.
I departed from our little group to make my way home. I headed to my usual bus stop, only to find it surrounded by snow. There was no way that the bus could have reached the little gazebo on the sidewalk, so I climbed out onto what was probably technically probably an enbankment, but, for my own purposes, I will call a mountain. This mountain separated the narrow thoroughfare that is usually 11th St. from the pedestrian walkway blazed along the side of the road. I stood out like a sentinal. It probably looked pretty dramatic to the passing vehicles, which I utterly towered over, even the SUVs. I turned back to see my little bus stop, which looked like it had been made for dolls.
A strange bus (not one that I usually ride) rolled up, and I hopped (down) into it. It was going the right direction, so that was enough for desperate times like these. The driver was a very friendly young guy named Tony, who told me how to get home in exchange for little idealized factoids about California, which I provided with zeal. I stopped by Safeway on the walk from where the bus dropped me off, only to find what seemed more like a bombed out warehouse.
Shoppers listlessly wandered almost empty aisles, trying to figure out what kind of meal you could piece together with soda, cream cheese, and Pillsbury Doughboy rolls. Everyone seemed to be leaning on their carts for support, as if the weight of weathering the storm was finally beginning to have its effect. I can’t lie, I was feeling the same way. I waited through a long checkout line of customers who seemed to all be buying Fanta, Pepsi, or Liquor, and then wandered home, down the little pathways and through the sludge, tired and cold, but happy.
We thought we had snow.
Then I'll show you this, from yesterday, when we opened up the door to our balcony, to find that nearly 2' had accumulated since Friday evening (that's my roommate, fellow intern, and partner in crime, Bryce):
And that takes us up to today.
The residents of Washington, D.C. let out a collective grunt this morning. Some were struggling to dig up their cars, while others just turned over in their beds, cherishing one more much needed snow day. In case you didn’t know, Washington D.C. got about an entire winter’s worth of snow in 24 hours this weekend, setting records that hadn’t been broken for 90 years, according to some.
Three other interns and I hiked around the U Street corridor this morning, talking to residents, salesmen , and restauranteurs about how the blizzard treated them this weekend. We got some great little snapshots, all of which will probably go up on the Intern Edition Blog, which launches this week (check back, hopefully soon that will be a link that you can click to see the blog). After talking to Andy Shallal, owner and proprietor of well-known D.C. restaurants Eatonville and Busboys & Poets, and after crossing paths (quite literally) with a nice French family at Meridian Park, we took the tape back to NPR to mix it down and see if there was something worthwhile in the interviews.
I departed from our little group to make my way home. I headed to my usual bus stop, only to find it surrounded by snow. There was no way that the bus could have reached the little gazebo on the sidewalk, so I climbed out onto what was probably technically probably an enbankment, but, for my own purposes, I will call a mountain. This mountain separated the narrow thoroughfare that is usually 11th St. from the pedestrian walkway blazed along the side of the road. I stood out like a sentinal. It probably looked pretty dramatic to the passing vehicles, which I utterly towered over, even the SUVs. I turned back to see my little bus stop, which looked like it had been made for dolls.
A strange bus (not one that I usually ride) rolled up, and I hopped (down) into it. It was going the right direction, so that was enough for desperate times like these. The driver was a very friendly young guy named Tony, who told me how to get home in exchange for little idealized factoids about California, which I provided with zeal. I stopped by Safeway on the walk from where the bus dropped me off, only to find what seemed more like a bombed out warehouse.
Shoppers listlessly wandered almost empty aisles, trying to figure out what kind of meal you could piece together with soda, cream cheese, and Pillsbury Doughboy rolls. Everyone seemed to be leaning on their carts for support, as if the weight of weathering the storm was finally beginning to have its effect. I can’t lie, I was feeling the same way. I waited through a long checkout line of customers who seemed to all be buying Fanta, Pepsi, or Liquor, and then wandered home, down the little pathways and through the sludge, tired and cold, but happy.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
U2, Broken Bells, and Preservation Hall
Three recent blog entries from the past week:
You've Never Heard U2's 'The Joshua Tree'??
New Video For Broken Bells' "High Road"
My Morning Jacket & The Preservation Hall Jazz Band
You've Never Heard U2's 'The Joshua Tree'??
New Video For Broken Bells' "High Road"
My Morning Jacket & The Preservation Hall Jazz Band
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