The first band I saw this year was none other than Dirty On Purpose. I only got to catch "Light Pollution" before being whisked away to catch Lily Allen at Waterloo Records, but it was still a great start to the festival. They sound pretty much identical live as they do on their record, which in and of itself was impressive. Seeing as how I only saw them for about five minutes, this is all I'll really say. "Light Pollution" is posted below.
Theeen I caught a few bands at Emo's. I arrived when The Ponys were finishing their set, then got to hear a glorious 45 minutes or so of RJD2. They are so much better live than they are recorded. Their music's so pumped up and jam-worthy already, that actually being in front of them as they played made the music ten times better. My favorites by far were "The Horror" and "Ghostwriter" which are two must-haves for any musical library. Each band member switched instruments after almost every song, making me wonder... I should start a one woman guitar/violin/trombone/piano band...
After RJD2, Menomena headed onstage. After their set, I heard a couple crowd members saying the band sounded empty. I wouldn't quite say they were empty -- I mean there was a lot going on what with the bass pedals and saxes and three different sets of xylophones and bells, but out of the four bands I saw that day, they were my least favorite. I love them to death, but their music was a lot more enjoyable to me via headphones. Better luck next season!
Girl Talk was fucking insane. He definitely had a posse, but unlike those of the better known hip hop artists of our time, his kind of just hung out on the sides of the stage, enjoying the show. They really didn't have to contribute much though, 'cause he was all over the place. Diving into the crowd, knocking my face with his palm, stealing people's sunglasses, rubbing people's hair... I guess he needs to do all that to keep us involved. 'Cause I mean, really, all he had to do was do a little clicky clicky on his laptop. All that was onstage was a table, his laptop, and him. But my god, it was like a fucking dance club. People were bumping and grinding all over the place, screaming at the tops of their lungs once they recognized a cut of a favorite song, throwing previously distributed tissue paper circles into the air for theatrical effect... The best was saved for last, and I must say, Girl Talk rocked my socks off.
I was shocked off my ass when I learned that Kristoffer Ragnstam, a potential American poster-musician, was actually not American at all. The bastard's from Sweden! Apart from his name, nothing would ever give me that impression. Remember Brad's Scandinavian mix? Ragnstam would be completely out of place on that list. And I think that's why so many people are into him now. He's different, he's new, and he's not one to fit any predisposed molds. He's Kristoffer Ragnstam. Fuck where he came from, he can sound American if he wants to. His music is pounding piano, rock & roll guitar riffs, some tenor sax, jazzy, swinging beats... a real classic sound. His latest album, Sweet Bills, may be his American debut, but you wouldn't be able to tell from listening to it. As far as his sound goes, he's American born and bred, a musician after his father who was a musician after his father way down the line to an old man who, maybe, possibly, could've stepped off a boat from Sweden.
"Clean out the bank and bump off your daddy. You can come live with us amongst the has-beens and the addicts. These are crazy times down at Costello Music. You can answer the phone anyway you choose it, come on."Labels: SXSW '07

"I've got lots of pictures in my head, you better not turn off the projector."