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Sonic Exploration at YJs: Falling into the Minimalism Void.

February 19, 2016

As I sat in YJs the other afternoon, a minimal soundscape floated through the snack bar. I asked a barista friend of mine what was being played. “It’s this Japanese composer, Ryoji Ikeda. These are all micro sounds, subsonic sounds,” he clarified. The music was shifting, weird and oddly soothing. It was new to me and melted my mind. In a CD booklet, Ikeda once said about his approach to sound, “A high frequency sound is used that the listener becomes aware of only upon its disappearance.”

I went through a brief minimal music phase in my life. I love the minimal electronica of Plastikman.

However, I often feel pretentious when the subject of minimalism comes up. It can make for strange conversation, “Sounds you can totally hear are so mainstream. I prefer mostly subsonic sounds. I like my music like the amount in my bank account, micro.” “Does he ever play live? It sounds like he plays on the moon or underwater,” I asked my friend. “It seems like he mostly plays art galleries and really hip places,” he said. “Underwater would be the place to see him. I saw him before he was dry. I saw him before he formed land legs.”


February 17, 2016


Is Blockbuster still a thing? I would like to rent a copy of Good Burger. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Sam Goody.

February 17, 2016


Can someone please point me in the direction of the nearest Sam Goody? I would like to use my gift card. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ I just want to buy some Blues Traveler.

JR JR: A Hairy Situation.

February 16, 2016

JR JR (Photo credit Jeaneen Lund).

JR JR hit the Midland crowd hard on Friday night with electronica-tinged indie pop. The Michigan-based group brought the fun, the energy and beasted it so hard live. However, one thing about the show made it a very hairy situation. The keyboardist/vocalist’s haircut was one of the strangest I have ever seen at a show.


JR JR at the Midland, 2/12/16

The coif was intense for sure. It looked like a hip version of Foghorn Leghorn. “I SAY, I SAY, I SAY MY JEANS ARE WAY TOO SKINNY!!!” It looked like it was in 4 dimensions.


Foghorn Leghorn (Image via

“Why doesn’t he just pull it back?!?! JUST PULL IT BACK!” my friend cried out in distress. I heard that the hairstyle will be voting in the next election. I almost expected the haircut to pull out a tiny drum kit and play a solo. I would like to note that I am no style critic. I’m probably just jealous because I look like Casper the Friendly Ghost and Harry Potter had an unholy love child that overdosed on recreational bath salts. It freaks me out now, but in five years everyone will probably have hair like this. JR JR indie pop smashes it. You can wear your hair however you want, just be sure to crush it live.

Here’s a snippet of JR JR’s Kansas City set


Hooping at the Indie Rock Show.

February 14, 2016


Hooping isn’t just limited to raves and jam band shows anymore. Many white people enjoy hooping in diverse scenarios During indie rock band Marian Hill‘s set in Kansas City on Friday, a fan tried to hoop to the sax-laced tunes. Some music is not easy for hooping. A+ for effort though. A nice change of pace from most fans at indie shows that just look at their feet and try to act unimpressed.

Udder Mayhem at the Floozies.

February 14, 2016


Holy cow! It was udder mayhem at the Floozies Kansas City show last night. This raving cow milked the show for all it was worth. It was a high steaks night. Some of the crowd had some beef with him. However, no fights broke out. It was an act of bovine intervention.


It was a real zoo at the show. The penguins at the zoo recently started walking outside. This chill bro made an epic trek to go raving. It’s great to see the penguins beasting hardcore. I also had a friend of mine come up and greet me with a “suh dude” in public. This was a first for me and terrified me to the very core of my being. It made my soul cry. Quality rave funk jams last night. I learned a lot about my culture and white people.

So Many Adjectives, So Little Time.

February 10, 2016

I walked into the Apple Store the other day to buy a charging cable for my phone. I started talking with one of the clerks. He mentioned that he was in a band.

I asked him what style of music his band plays. “Our band plays psychedelic afrobeat Latin jazz rock fusion,” he responded. Their music sounds like it would be very tiring to play. So many adjectives for your band’s musical description, so little time.

Bad Hyper Irony: The WORDS ON A STICKER Sticker.

February 8, 2016


I walked into my local hip/ironic shop the other day. I saw a product that made seething anger rise up inside of me. The “WORDS ON A STICKER” sticker made my brain hurt. Are these supposed to be funny? The only thing that gets me angrier than seeing stickers like these is when I have a weak wifi signal.

Why do phrases like these make me so mad? It’s because they are trying so damn hard to be ironic that the phrases wind up being pointless and stupid. It’s like some bad attempt at hyper irony.

Who is the target market for these? Are they a hot seller? Who sees these and says, “OMG, I really need this in my life!” Would you buy the “WORDS ON A STICKER” sticker? What the hell do they even mean? You get a free brain aneurysm with purchase of this sticker.

“The TV makes me so angry, I don’t even know what to do.”

February 6, 2016

“I’ve maybe turned on the TV twice since I’ve been home. The TV makes me so angry, I don’t even know what to do,” said the frustrated white girl seated in back of me tonight at my local coffeeshop. One day, I hope she finds a way to solve her problem. I pray that she is granted reprive from the weight of this issue that bares heavy on her soul.

Barista or Tweaker?

February 6, 2016

There is a barista competition in Kansas City this week. Lots of shaky, jittery people in town right now.

At first, I thought they were just the regular downtown tweakers and bath salt smokers. However, I then realized most were wearing flannel. “Nice ironic beard, Shaky McShakerson.”

I had also forgotten that the folk conference isn’t until the end of the month. The main difference between the barista convention and the folk conference is that the folky folks are carrying a banjo. #whitepeopleproblems #firstworldproblems

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