Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Last Friday I played a show with Tobacco, on tour supporting the release of their awesomely awesome debut album for Anticon,
Fucked Up Friends
Check out this video I made using stills taken during their set and put to "Yum Yum Cult" from "Fucked Up Friends."
Friday, March 27, 2009
I spoke with DiNero in my dream last night. We talked about "15 Minutes" among other things. A good portion of the dream took place in "Harvard Square."
Bryan picked me up around 10:45pm to go to the Ketman show at O'Brien's. By 10:52pm, we were on Harvard St., 50 feet from the venue and in the middle of the road stood an asshole. Bryan slowed down but and the asshole stood there staring at us lighting his cigarette. "Take your time buddy!" Bryan offered and threw his hands up. The asshole then threw his hands up in retort and proceeded to punch Bryan's window. "What the fuck!?" said Bryan. I laughed. We pulled up to the red traffic light 50 feet down from the punch. With his foot on the brake the car was forcing forward. I turned around and the asshole was now in an F250 pressing up against Bryan's two-door Saturn pushing us through the red-light. "What the fu--" and like a giant dick shot out of a cannon there's a TWAP! at the passenger side door. "WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?" Bryan threw his foot against the gas and we peeled-out through the red-light and up Cambridge St., asshole in tow. "They're following us, holy fuck!" Bryan yells and hooks left through the fire-station lot going the wrong way on a one-way. "THEY'RE FUCKING FOLLOWING US!" I turned behind us, "I think we lost'em, dude." "No man, they're following us", And he floors it across Brighton Ave, bobbing and weaving "Dukes of Hazard style" (as he would later recant). "Turn up Allston and down Greylock!" "Call the cops!" "9-1-1 Emergency Operator this call is being recorded what is your emergency?" We wound around to Comm Ave and having pulled over on Allston St., I tell the guy on the other line everything I've just written up until now. "Well, Dan, without a plate number there's really nothing we can do." That makes sense. "But you can come to the station and file a report because they did hit your vehicle." "Well, we're actually on our way to a show...could we maybe do this tomorrow?" "Sure, just do it within five days. Have a good time at the show."
By 11:10pm we're back on Harvard Ave looking for a spot again. Finally, we made it to O'Brien's. Bryan sees a friend outside and starts from the beginning. "Oh shit, that was you guys!? We fuckin saw that!" I head in and Kyle's working the door. I go over to Luke, Carolyn, Kurt and Paul. "So what happened?" And now it's my turn to recount the story again, only this time I throw my arms all over the place and return to my roots as a cartoon. "It'll come around to them, man. Kharma," assures Kurt.
"Who's playing?" "I don't know their name, but they're from Singapore and they're pretty good." I walked to the front and spent the next thirty minutes basking in the post-rock goodness of I am David Sparkle. They had just played SXSW and were making their way up the coast. Despite the many gear malfunctions (the second guitarist's amp was out for the better part of a six minute song), they were really sweet. Definitely on the mellower side of the scene (Fugazi's "Shut the Door" + Mogwai with a hint of Volta Do Mar on Lorazepam).
After their set I went outside for some air and to trade "loudest show ever" stories with Bryan, Kurt, and Paul. Mid sentence--literally halfway through pronouncing 'the'--I spot the F250, holy shit, it's fucking him!, and I'm off. I readjust my hat, grab my crotch and spit like I'm prepping for a fucking throw-down...HA! The asshole is behind the wheel laying on the horn and peeling out in front of The Draft. I ran into Carolyn and Luke and the three of us walked behind the truck to catch his plate number and ran off. Both of them text it to me and I call 9-1-1. "9-1-1 Emergency Operator this call is being recorded what is your emergency?" In the middle of an abbreviated version of the night the operator interrupts to let me know she's heard the story. "Oh, cool, so I have a plate number, can I give it to you?" "Yes, what is it?" 229 FZ8. "We'll send a car right over." "Could you not? I mean, could we maybe take care of this in the AM? I'm at a show right now." "So you don't want to report it then?" "No, I mean, we do, just, not right now." "OK, come in tomorrow."
As I'm hanging up, Bryan runs out giddy as fuck. "You got'em!?" Shit yeah, we did. Shit yeah.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
As I've mentioned in posts past, I started this blog as a way for me to share my music and art.
That said, here is a link to download for free the mp3s for my first full-length solo release under the name Daniel Harris:
Thirty-two bit isn't really eight bits better
And now that I know how to post music, I'll mp3-up my other albums and throw those up in the very near future. Until then, I truly hope you enjoy this 18-month labor of love, "Thirty-two bit isn't really eight bits better."
The majority of the album was recorded in Creative Corner--which is the open trapezoid cove in my underground bedroom beneath the soul window.
1. Several tracks were recorded in bathrooms.
2. Two tracks were recorded by Alan Cohen Experience.
3. The front and back cover art are paintings by Warren Aldrich.
4. The album was mastered by Dave Harris (John Vanderslice, Pattern is Movement).
Support independent music and buy the CD here...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
3/27/09: Chums Coffeehouse @ Brandeis University w/Tobacco
4/17/09: The Savant Project w/The Doctors Fox
5/10/09: Church, set up by Polk Records (more details to come)
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
A birthday greeting on the lighter side by the morbid and coruscating mind of political satirist Steve Brodner.
Steve and my dad grew up together in Brooklyn and he's been a member of the family ever since.
On the scene for over 30 years, Steve has been featured in nearly every major publication from The New York Times to Playboy and MAD Magazine, Newsweek, Mother Jones, The Village Voice, Esquire...Remember the poster for the Warren Beatty film Bullworth? Brodner. Remember the illustrations in Rolling Stone from the 2004-2005 that complimented the writings of Matt Taibbi, Tom Dickinson, Paul Alexander among many others so well? Brodner. Suffice to say, Brodner's the fucking man.
From 2007-2009 he produced a series of shorts with filmmaker Gail Levine about the presidential campaign called "The Naked Campaign."
Fun-fact #1: Steve is one of two artists banned from the front page of The New York Times because his work is considered "too dark." The other artist is Ralph Steadman who is arguably most known as the illustrating counterpart of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson.
Fun-fact #2: As with many artistic geniuses, he was on the brink expulsion for poor grades and was even kicked out of a class for drawing the tall, thin naked models as short, fat and fugly caricatures.
Check out his blog at www.stevebrodner.com for the infamous "Person of the Day."
Monday, March 16, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Since the summer of 2007, friends of mine have been holding benefit art galleries for multiple sclerosis (MS) research, titled Screens 'N' Spokes. The galleries feature screen prints by well-known print artists like Jay Ryan (one of my personal favourites) and all the proceeds from the sale of prints go towards the Nation Multiple Sclerosis Society. The galleries have both also featured the work of a lesser/unknown artist in the field: me.
Last summer, along with contributing my print poster, I also created the first Screens 'N' Spokes t-shirt using the same screen. Above is a picture of the final print, while the images below are some of my early ideas laid-out in Photoshop. The cyclist is an longtime friend, currier, and amateur film maker named Jacob.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
My experiences with the law are seldom positive. Like the time a guy in a hummer chased my friends and me down, weaving all over podunk back-roads, cut in front of us stopping his car diagonally across the road, got out, and came up to the window threatening us and flashing his badge to passersby telling them "It's OK, I'm a cop." (That's the very, very short of it. PS: if you ever see a hummer with the license plate JUS HUMN, he's a cop and he's a fucking asshole.)
Sometimes, you meet a good cop. Like the time when we got in a nasty fender-bender five years ago down in Jersey. We're all in the cop's car--four in the back, one in the front. I notice he's a got a tattoo and I ask what it's of. He says, "A woman giving fellatio," to which Matt responds, "My mom's got the same one," and we all laugh. That's a good cop.
The cop in this picture, he's a good cop...at least he was when I met him; kind and good humored about a guy in chicken costume requesting a photo together without speaking.
Moral of the story: if you're gonna fuck the police, wear a condom.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
The main reason I started this blog was to post my music for anyone to download; and besides, it's far easier for me to maintain than my "real" website
When I began posting, I didn't (and still don't, really) know how to post music. Then I remembered the other reason why I even bought a domain name in the first place was that I wanted a space on the internet where I could share not only my music and visual art, but also that of my friends who are artists (hence the paintings by Warren Aldrich, the short film by Edward Shore, etc.).
Before I created The Anorexic Food Critic, I sent a recent EP I recorded to a friend out in St. Louis to post on his blog. Thankfully, the site he used to host the album is continuing to do so.
Here is the link: Faarminals, Aarminals, and Nick Nolte [EP]
The picture to above is the album art unfolded. Full folding featurette due out the near future.
The album was recorded in my bedroom studio onto a Boss RC-50. The raw tracks were then transferred to my computer and mixed in latest version of Garage Band.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
During the summer of 2004 I worked at a portrait palace in a mall near where I grew-up in New York. When the boss wasn't around, I enjoyed taking refuse and making collages.
Here are a few of the portraits I made. The second one is of me.
Here are a few of the portraits I made. The second one is of me.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
This past Saturday night, February 28th, I hosted the first show at Sparhawk House of 2009, featuring a set by me and headlined by my favourite Boston band, Left Hand Does.
Left Hand Does has been on the scene for about nine years and to me they sound like the love-child of Tears for Fears and Pavement. And seriously, they really are that good. Seriously. I first saw LHD three years ago when I went to TT the Bears in Cambridge to see a Nick Luca solo show (Nick has done a lot of work with Calexico is a super rad dude). I walked in during the middle of the LHD set and fell in love. That night LHD played the song "Microwave throwin' man" (which would not be released until "Yeckum Checkum" in 2008) and I've been hooked ever since.
It wasn't until my old friend Dave moved to Boston in 2007 and started his killer band, The Doctors Fox, would LHD come to my universe again when their drummer Josh joined The Doctors Fox. Now, I see those guys on the regs and to say I was excited about the show is a gross understatement.
Here are some shots from the evening...