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Sussing out the Soul of Rock and Roll in Los Angeles
Chromeo played a private set at Apogee Studio in Santa Monica last night, and I was arguably the most stoked person in attendance, as I had been real bummed about missing them (twice) at Coachella. The show was hosted by the good people at KCRW and started at 8pm, when the funklordz and their six woman choir (one of which I think is in that rad documentary 20 Feet From Stardom) assembled. I was arm’s length away from the stage, which is significantly closer than I would have been at Coachella. The set began with Night By Night and included Fancy Footwork, Tenderoni, Over Your Shoulder, Bonafied Lovin (my favorite) as well as new tracks Come Alive, Frequent Flyer and Jealous (I Ain’t With It), all from the duo’s forthcoming LP White Women. (All of those new songs are good, but that last one is especially good.) The duo sounded funky, had great chemistry, laid down some legit guitar solos and demonstrated a compelling balance of talent, intelligence, humor and cool. Or, as Casey put it after the show, “we should date those guys.”
There was a respectable amount of dancing by the NPR audience, and the little room got nice and sweaty and fairly loose for Tuesday evening in Santa Monica. When a guy spilled his red wine all over my white t-shirt, I just took the shirt off and kept dancing. (Don’t worry, I was wearing another shirt underneath, not just dancing sans top at an otherwise classy affair.) There was a mid-show interview by Jason Bentley, highlights of which included some lady on Twitter asking P-Thugg if he sleeps in the nude. They also mentioned being influenced by Kiss and ZZ Top, two bands I have watched play in parking lots in Wisconsin. On collaborating with Toro Y Moi, Dave 1 said that he sought out the producer because girls he brought back to his apartment kept mentioning how much they liked his music. He also mentioned his love for Drake, at which point I was like swoooooon. (Big crush on Dave 1. Big. I even included him in this list of the fifty most beautiful people at Coachella that I did for LA Weekly.)The entire interview was genius, really, as P-Thugg spoke exclusively through his talkbox, so the conversation sounded like a chat between two dudes and a robot with excellent comedic timing. You can hear this all for yourself when this show airs on Morning Becomes Eclectic at some point in the next few weeks. If you listen closely, you might hear me in the background cheering enthusiastically and clapping slightly off the beat. 
(KCRW photographer Jon Gordon McKenzie took the above photo, since we weren’t allowed to take out our phones during the show, which was actually really nice.)

Chromeo played a private set at Apogee Studio in Santa Monica last night, and I was arguably the most stoked person in attendance, as I had been real bummed about missing them (twice) at Coachella. 

The show was hosted by the good people at KCRW and started at 8pm, when the funklordz and their six woman choir (one of which I think is in that rad documentary 20 Feet From Stardom) assembled. I was arm’s length away from the stage, which is significantly closer than I would have been at Coachella. The set began with Night By Night and included Fancy Footwork, Tenderoni, Over Your Shoulder, Bonafied Lovin (my favorite) as well as new tracks Come Alive, Frequent Flyer and Jealous (I Ain’t With It), all from the duo’s forthcoming LP White Women. (All of those new songs are good, but that last one is especially good.) The duo sounded funky, had great chemistry, laid down some legit guitar solos and demonstrated a compelling balance of talent, intelligence, humor and cool. Or, as Casey put it after the show, “we should date those guys.”

There was a respectable amount of dancing by the NPR audience, and the little room got nice and sweaty and fairly loose for Tuesday evening in Santa Monica. When a guy spilled his red wine all over my white t-shirt, I just took the shirt off and kept dancing. (Don’t worry, I was wearing another shirt underneath, not just dancing sans top at an otherwise classy affair.) 

There was a mid-show interview by Jason Bentley, highlights of which included some lady on Twitter asking P-Thugg if he sleeps in the nude. They also mentioned being influenced by Kiss and ZZ Top, two bands I have watched play in parking lots in Wisconsin. On collaborating with Toro Y Moi, Dave 1 said that he sought out the producer because girls he brought back to his apartment kept mentioning how much they liked his music. He also mentioned his love for Drake, at which point I was like swoooooon. (Big crush on Dave 1. Big. I even included him in this list of the fifty most beautiful people at Coachella that I did for LA Weekly.)

The entire interview was genius, really, as P-Thugg spoke exclusively through his talkbox, so the conversation sounded like a chat between two dudes and a robot with excellent comedic timing. 

You can hear this all for yourself when this show airs on Morning Becomes Eclectic at some point in the next few weeks. If you listen closely, you might hear me in the background cheering enthusiastically and clapping slightly off the beat. 

(KCRW photographer Jon Gordon McKenzie took the above photo, since we weren’t allowed to take out our phones during the show, which was actually really nice.)

The note I got after taking my mom to see Neil Young. 

The note I got after taking my mom to see Neil Young. 

Lazaretto, the first official single from Jack White’s forthcoming LP of the same name, is out today. This is it. Listen to it right now. 

Highlights include all of it, because this song is fucking righteous. I love that he refers to god as a woman, (of course he does) and the line “When I say nothing, I say everything.” The slick bluegrass breakdown at the three minute mark is also quite pleasing. Really the only thing that disturbs me about the entire Jack White scenario at the moment is that he doesn’t have an LA date on his tour schedule. 

The first time I heard Aerosol Can, I was standing in the front row of a relatively large crowd that was assembled on the main deck of a cruise ship  floating somewhere between the Bahamas and Miami. Pharrell was onstage doing his Pharrell thing, meaning that there were many recognizable hit pop songs, much breezy swagger and one large brown hat. 

Pharrell prefaced this song by saying it was the world premiere of his collaboration with Major Lazer, at which point Diplo came out onstage and the duo blew up the spot with this jam, which is one of my favorite of the year so far. 

But until yesterday, I had no idea wtf Pharrell was rapping about, because he talks so damn fast on the track. Yesterday, however, this music video —starring graffiti artist Mike Giant and the lyrics to Aerosol Can — dropped, so now we all know that the female singer is purring “we behaving bad”, and not “we be effin’ poor”, which is what I had previously been singing. 

FIVE THINGS THAT HAPPENED AT COACHELLA

1. We almost made a massive mistake by going to Neon Carnival on Saturday night, but fate was in our favor because the winds picked up and our ride wanted to see Pharrell play in a dust storm instead of leaving, and we didn’t really want to go anyways, and we thus ended up going to see Darkside, who put on the sexiest, moodiest, holiest experience of a concert that I have maybe ever seen.

[please now take a moment of silence to commemorate how good the show was]

We realized after that if we had left the festival to go to that damn party, we would have actually gone to the dark side, because you can’t write life funnier than it actually is. We were also kind of really loose at that moment of realization, so the notion seemed particularly profound. Honestly though, there are moments when your life can go one of two ways, and seeing that set instead of going to hangout near Carmen Electra on a tarmac means I can still go on respecting myself. In any case, and like I have mentioned many times before, I fucking love this band. I imagine that there will be a period of my life when I quit my job (or make it my job) to follow them on tour. I’d link to a video of the show, but they’ve all disappeared from the Internet. Magic

2. While en route to the Diplo party on Friday afternoon, we arrived at the location the invite had directed us to and found that it was an elementary school in Indio. There were supposed to be shuttles leaving from the school that would bring us to the said Diplo & Friends Mid-Day Twerkfest, but we couldn’t find them. All of the school busses parked outside were actually there to transport the small children exiting the building, and we were just three underdressed degenerates lurking around the parking lot. We never found the damn Diplo shuttle. (It was because the party was on Saturday.)

3. Nicolas Jaar opened his Friday evening DJ set in the Yuma tent with a bass-ed up version of Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chain.” If that sentence doesn’t turn you on, you were probably at Coachella to see Lana del Rey.

4. Outkast played Gasoline Dreams. And Elevators. And I rapped along. Poorly, but with enthusiasm.

5.  Andrea had me literally rolling on the ground laughing on Sunday night during Arcade Fire’s set. Every person that walked by stopped to make sure I was okay. And I was, because Andrea is hilarious and Arcade Fire was fucking incredible. (Highlights: Rebellion, Debbie Fucking Harry coming out to duet on Heart of Glass and Sprawl II, Win Butler calling the VIP area out for sucking, and the band going acoustic and working its way through singing Wake Up after they had to shut down the show due to the sound curfew.) All in all, the best Springsteen set I’ve seen so far this year.

And if you’ll please excuse me, I have to go home and do laundry so I’ll have clean swimsuits to wear when I go back to Coachella this weekend. 

My sentiments about getting up from my desk in six minutes, walking out of the office, driving home, putting on some jorts, throwing my bag in a car and driving to Coachella are best summed up by this jam by The Knocks.

I’m sure I’ll be feeling more like this by Monday morning though.  

In any case, here we go. See y’all out there. 

In the Great Fucking News Department: 
Dave Harrington from Darkside is releasing a solo album poetically titled Before This There Was One Heart But a Thousand Thoughts that will be out on Cinco de Mayo via Nicolas Jaar’s imprint Other People. I am excited. I like that album cover.  

In the Great Fucking News Department:

Dave Harrington from Darkside is releasing a solo album poetically titled Before This There Was One Heart But a Thousand Thoughts that will be out on Cinco de Mayo via Nicolas Jaar’s imprint Other People. I am excited. I like that album cover.  

happy friday.