A Tangent About My Interview With KSPC’s Ari Saperstein (alternatively, “A Tangent About How My Dad Was Right”).

3 05 2012

A couple of weeks ago, I was asked to do an interview with KSPC & I was super stoked. KSPC is the radio station for the Claremont Colleges, a bundle of prestigious private establishments in the town directly next to the one I grew up in, so despite definitely NOT attending them as a student, I definitely felt like, this was my shit. Mostly because I spent a good amount of time in Downtown Claremont at Rhino Records, giving eyes to boys over the stacks of vinyl & unsuccessfully trying to get a job.

So, I go to do this interview.
And I go do interviews like I do everything else:
with a bottle of red wine in my purse.

Look, life is like an earthquake.
You should always be prepared.

Anyway, drinking & talking is what I do best.
When I’m not being recorded.

Because apparently, when I’m recorded
I sound like a babbling bitch with a poor vocabulary.

So, here’s to you, Dad.
You were right.
You’ve always been right.

For all those times I was telling you something that really meant a lot to me
& instead of listening & responding with something constructive you’d say,
“You said ‘like’ sixteen times” & I got super pissed,
I’m just going to say I’m sorry, you were right.

If you still want to listen to me ramble about music, writing & my general shit,
you can listen to right here! ON THIS VERY BLOG!


AND you can download it on iTunes,
which you should do so people think I’m fucking important.

On that note, I am publicly announcing
my new campaign to be a better person & speak like an adult.

I’m not promising anything, but I will say I’m going to make a genuine effort to not talk like such an idiot all the time. That shit is embarrassing. Of the key adjectives I would like my name to be associated with, “smart” is the second or third one & this whole “like” every other word business does not bode well for my ideal word associations.

I also want to take this time to give a huge big thanks & virtual hug to the man himself, Ari Saperstein. I’m still so honored that he even wanted to interview me in the first place. I was– and still am!– genuinely impressed with his mad, mad radio skills. I had so much fun & he did such an excellent job making me sound like a coherent & occasionally charming person that he deserves an award from an association with credibility in the matter. LOVE YOU DUDE!





Radio & Redwoods.

6 11 2010

Yesterday was dope! Dudefriend, Zissou & I drove up to Santa Cruz to hang with my favorite person in the whole world, Valerie M. Ross. Valerie, although claims she goes to “college”, I’m like 99% sure that she actually goes to “summer camp”. Her “apartments” are definitely “lodges” and her “campus” is actually “a fucking forest”.

She interviewed me for KZSC about drugs.
I wasn’t allowed to share my last name.
I felt mad sketchy,
but then I incorporated Taoism
& I felt a lot better about myself.

DJ Valpal, soon to be hip hop director of KZSC.

Me, about to get mad poetic about acid trips, LOL.

How amazing is that? I’m just sitting there about to reminisce about days of ecstasy & yore, and there is a fucking forest. A REAL ONE.
A REAL FOREST WITH IT’S OWN LIKE, ECOSYSTEM, PROBABLY.

This is what I picked to be my accompaniment.



Sun Araw: Beat Cop.

Sun Araw‘s On Patrol, released this past summer, was definitely one of my favorite albums this year. Nothing like cruising down PCH on a hot afternoon, droning on some Sun Araw & Pineapple Kush.

We’ll see how the interview comes out.
I’ll probably post it no matter what.
I don’t care if I look stupid in front of you guys,
I mean, it’s attention, right? LOL!





Saint Motel, Summer 2008.

10 04 2010

Originally published by The Land Salmon, RIP.

Back in May, I went to the Viper Room to see a friend’s band. They were opening for this gig called Saint Motel. I’d never heard them and wasn’t even necessarily going to stay for their set. But I ordered another Cuba Libre and posted up at the bar. Within fifteen minutes, I was about ready to rip off someone’s pants.

See, if Eddie Haskell had a band, it’d be Saint Motel. With the manners of choirboys and faces fit for Tiger Beat, they side swipe you with an insurgence of sexual prowess, quick quips and good ole’ rock and roll. Their music is fun indie rock with an incredible kick to the libido. They bring back that excitement of seeing a band live. They extenuate their sound with so much personality. From their pelvises moving like it’s 1953 in Graceland to their deer head décor, the music is an entire life force in and of itself. There is nothing better than buying a record you know the musicians love playing as much as you love listening. And there is nothing more dangerous than wisecracking seductive music makers that could be mistaken for teachers’ pets.

If all the contagious riffs and adorable bravado don’t make you think they’re some of the most savage musicians in town, maybe the fact they’re multi-talented will. Saint Motel was birthed at Chapman Film School, one of the top film programs in the country at a university that also housed acts like Collin Hanks and supposedly, Jodie Sweetin. So, not only are they pumping out provocative tunes but producing collections of comedic shorts. Basically, there is no escaping. They are going to charm their way into your life by any means necessary- audibly, visually or God knows how. They’re sneaky. They wouldn’t even give me their ages let alone their more devious plans to take over the world with online cat montages.

I know what you’re thinking: who are these multi-faceted, carnal creatures of LA’s indie scene? Well, first we have our film school founders: AJ Jackson, Jr (vocals, guitar) and Aaron Sharp (guitar, vocals). Then came Dak (bass) who they picked up at a sushi joint and G.S. Erwin who “approached us at a concert and said he was the right man for us.” They’ve been Saint Motel for a year now (after a stint in a band named Turkish Rocket) and released a limited EP while scoring gigs at South by South West and residencies in LA.

After a couple failed attempts to conduct a professional interview at a twenty-four hour diner and a strange, possibly French bar, we ended up classily picking up beer and sitting around my living room. I tried to pry some answers out of the alluringly ambiguous men and cleared up some misconceptions while they stuffed my dog down their shirts.

Interview after the jump.
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Voxhaul Broadcast, Fall 2007.

10 04 2010

Originally published by The Land Salmon, RIP.

It’s a freshly fall night, the tail end of September, as the line starts to extend down the block outside The Echo in Los Angeles. There’s a buzz along the wall as patrons turn into fans- strangers talking to one another about new EP’s and constant whines wondering why we haven’t been let inside. Finally, a man predictably dressed in black opens the door and begins slapping wristbands on. The club is empty but before I even get my beer, the floor is filled.

I was busy peeling the labels off my Stella Artois when the crowd started cheering. I made my way to the front as four young men took the stage. They were all smiles and laughs behind their mops of hair, strapping on their instruments. A modest smile creeps up on the singer’s face as he approaches the mic to announce that Voxhaul Broadcast is ready to go. He barely finishes his sentence before the guitars start up. David Dennis takes a breath and begins wailing, the crowd reacting simultaneously, dancing and singing along with him.

Voxhaul Broadcast does have a way of getting everyone’s toes tapping. The crowd eats up their happy-go-lucky psychedelic melodies with their funk fusions like a stoner dives into a bowl of peanut butter Capt’n Crunch. The native Orange County quartet of David Dennis (guitar/vocals), Phil Munsey (bass), Tony Aguilar (guitar) and Kurt Allen (drums) first came to be in 2004 as Blvd. Since their humble high school beginnings in San Clemente, the group has continuously revolutionized their own music. With each passing year, you can hear new sounds infiltrating their already stellar musical styling. From folk to funk and soul to kazoos, they’re bringing it all to you in one terribly talented and absolutely adorable package.

I doubt half of the crowd knows of the turbulent and triumphant past year the boys of Voxhaul Broadcast have had. First, they released their second EP, Shanty Town, in late 2006 as Blvd. Early 2007 brought a lawsuit over the name and Voxhaul Broadcast took effect, which confused many fans. “Well,” David Dennis starts, “it was kind of funny the way that name came about. We had a bunch of prospective names and one was Foxhole Broadcast. They didn’t like it so jokingly I said, ‘What about Voxhaul Broadcast?’ Our manager liked it because there’s a car called a Vauxhall. It’s not an anagram or anything, just an accident.” Under their new name they released their third EP, Rotten Apples, and began vigorously touring the west coast. Their touring continues throughout the year with a major city tour starting mid-October, which includes a spot at the CMJ Fader Party in New York. They also begin their residency at the Echo in February.

The show goes over without a hitch and the crowd (including myself) was enthralled with the performance. Energetic, vivacious and more than talented, Voxhaul never ceases to satisfy their fans’ practically insatiable appetite for good hearted tunes to shake their silly hipster asses to. I was lucky enough to squeeze some time in with David Dennis. He’s the quiet type you’re not sure what to expect from. But the interview was as enjoyable as his performance; he has a great sense of humor keeping me entertained with his collection of cartoon-esque voices. He gave me the scoop on where Blvd. came from, where Voxhaul is going, some thoughts on the almighty Beatles and that hey, he’s lived off Top Ramen too.

Interview with David Dennis after the jump.

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Interview with Saint Motel

29 07 2008

Saint Motel can summon the dead, yet never have.
Saint Motel never wears shoes, ever.
“You guys are all wearing shoes right now.”-MAR
“Because… Saint Motel has eleven toes.” –GE
Saint Motel was involved in a horrific accident involving a lot of toes.
Saint Motel likes to play good cop, bad cop… and Thai cop.
Saint Motel likes to go to water parks dressed to the nines.
Saint Motel likes chamomile tea… spiked with Jack Daniels (or Jim Beam).
Saint Motel don’t want no scrubs… but have been chasing waterfalls.

“Didn’t you guys think it was Jason Waterfalls?!”- AS
“No…”
Saint Motel has a cat-freaker-outer.
Saint Motel loves disco cats.
Saint Motel was ahead of the Bubble Burst in 1999, but didn’t have any stocks.
Saint Motel is sponsored by beer and co-sponsored by… other alcohol.
Saint Motel doesn’t want no dun-dunk-dun-dunk mothaf*ckas up in their grill.
Saint Motel was Saint Motel’s father the whole time.
Saint Motel did it.

a.sharp & my dog, zissou, during the epic living room interview.

for the entire interview check out
the land salmon . com.








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