| sweet reprieve |
[May. 13th, 2008|02:34 pm] |
So many phone calls and e-mails flooded the city aldermans' offices that the ordinance will not be put up for a vote tomorrow! WhooHoo!! The ordinance is supposed to be rewritten before it comes up for a vote again, most likely next month. The thing that gets me is that it's the big venues that this ordinance should apply to; they are the ones most likely to have people get hurt. The current regulations the city has are sufficient for preventing another E2 tragedy, but they need to be enforced; something's that's always a problem in Payoff City.
http://newsblogs.chicagotribune.com/clout_st/2008/05/vote-on-licensi.html |
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| chicago: kills rock dead |
[May. 12th, 2008|09:26 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Clasp Hands-Fall | ] |
This Events Promoter Ordinance that's being fast-tracked through the City Council is bullshit. It's like it was designed to kill the local music scene, which are the only shows I can afford to go to at this point in time, but it would also discourage smaller venues that don't have 500+ permanent seating from booking some nationally-known indie bands. If this passes, we could very well be stuck seeing nothing but Live Nation shows from here on in or else smaller show prices will be jacked up considerably. Here's the link to a petition and while you're at it, call your alderman and tell them you support a diverse music scene and they should, too.
http://savechicagoculture.org/2008/05/09/stop-the-promoters-ordinance
There's information on the site on how to find your alderman and their contact information. |
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| best of |
[Jan. 1st, 2008|05:24 pm] |
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| |  good | ] |
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| | I-Bad Brains | ] |
I had a nice, low-key New Year's Eve at the ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) robiwhos. She made some kickass butternut squash risotto and baked bread. We had a beer tasting that led me through elderberry, gooseberry, heather, pine and chocolate, plus a few other less adventurous brews. We watched "Tommy," making fun of it along the way. Ann Margaret drunkenly writhing in baked beans? That's high comedy! The movie ended about 10 minutes before midnight, so we surfed around the local broadcasts and the Chicago parties looked pretty pathetic. The people seemed happy, though oddly lifeless despite dancing and wooting, all soused and badly dressed to the nines, but the music was hideous and the announcing and camerawork left me feeling like they were as fucked up as the people they were covering. It made me really glad that I wasn't out among them.
Earlier this last year, I was bitching to robiwho about all the crappy music coming out and how I must be old because I would rather throw on some old Black Flag or Jimi Hendrix than check out anything new. As the year went on and I got past the Fall Out Boys, Plain White T's, Andrew Birds, Jens Lekmans, Beiruts and other so-called "lovable losers," I found alot of stuff that didn't seem determined to bring me down. So much so, that I have expanded my expanded Top 10 because I just couldn't decide who to leave out. In no particular order, here are my favorite albums from 2007:
1. M.I.A.-Kala
2. Arcade Fire-Neon Bible
3. Tinariwen-Aman Iman
4. National-Boxer
5. Mavis Staples-We'll Never Turn Back
6. Dee Dee Bridgewater-Red Earth
7. Bruce Springsteen-Magic
8. White Stripes-Icky Thump
9. Yo Mama's Big Fat Booty-Now You Know
10. Antibalas-Security
11. Grinderman-s/t
12. Sinead O'Connor-Theology
13. Animal Collective-Strawberry Jam
14. Battles-Mirrored
15. Angels Of Light-We Are Him
16. Jesse Sykes- Like, Love, Lust And The Open Halls Of The Soul
17. Baroness-Red
18. Neurosis-Given To The Rising
19. Aesop Rock-None Shall Pass
20. El-P-I'll Sleep When You're Dead |
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| feel free to syndicate this post |
[Aug. 15th, 2007|11:32 pm] |
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| | Lamima-Sanford Ponder | ] |
Today, someone from a online "newspaper" offered me the opportunity to write for them for no money. Now, I don't have many capitalistic tendencies, but I refuse to work unless I get paid. My landlord doesn't accept bylines for the rent and, having had my 15 minutes, I agree with Deborah Harry when she sang, "I'll take the money, you can have the fame."
This person also said they would like to syndicate any relevant material from my blog, also without pay. Oh, hell no. It was that last request that has caused me to cave in to paranoia. I'd have no idea this idiot wouldn't take my stuff even though I said not to unless I constantly checked that site, which would not only eat up precious minutes of my day, but would also boost the site's page views and I have no desire to encourage what they are doing, so from here on, this journal will be friends-only. |
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