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The Decemberists
September 19, 2009
Terminal 5, New York, NY
By Amanda Hatfield "The Decemberists played a special one night 'lottery show,' where the songs played were picked at random by a master of ceremonies, played by John Wesley Harding..."
Ra Ra Riot
April 4, 2009
Webster Hall, New York City, NY
By Amanda Hatfield "This show was, at the time, the biggest one Ra Ra Riot had sold out as headliners, and it was clear to me after watching it that the band is destined for even bigger and better things..."
Florence and the Machine
October 28, 2009
Bowery Ballroom, New York City, NY
By Amanda Hatfield "Florence Welsh and her backing band delighted and mesmerized a sold-out crowd at Bowery in her first official NY headlining show..."
Dirty Projectors
July 19, 2009
Williamsburg Waterfront (Brooklyn, NY)
By Amanda Hatfield "I was skeptical about how well Dirty Projectors' gorgeous, complex vocal harmonies would carry over outdoors, standing under hot sunshine..."
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Jeremy Enigk
Jeremy Enigk
OK Bear
(Lewis Hollow, 2009)
Jeremy Enigk may have written my favorite song of all time, “Guitar and Video Games.” Like most fanboys, I prefer Enigk’s old stuff to his new stuff. This drop-off is easier to illustrate with the two baffling opening titles from the solo album that officially marks as much work with Sunny Day Real Estate as not: “Mind Idea” and “Late of Camera.” But we’ve let him get away with this before. His most famous group was full of mystery, from once refusing to tour California and painting a whole album pink, to songs about doubles tennis and headless teddy bears. The bombastic delivery could send one on spiritual quests for the ears, with tricky basslines and unexpected codas and whatever was ultimately necessary to thrust the whole of my beliefs into his cryptic tunes.
OK Bear lacks Enigk’s sophisticated melodicism and vocal acrobatics, making any pretensions on his part a grievance to forgive at this point. “Mind Idea” turns out to be attached to a pulsating piano figure with strung-together phrases for skewed adornment: “Whispering loud and clear / The secret unsafe / Highway sprawl / The nations die.” His bored delivery doesn’t help. Rather than singing or screaming the tune, Enigk gargles the vocals like some backwashed half-spawn of Syd Barrett. In 1993, his moan was something to hang onto. Here, it’s harder to discern the point of passion in the songwriting, which is rather one-place-to-the-next. “Late of Camera” follows in the same vein, with notes that hang in the air rather than sink down on a beat, all textural wash with no musical target. And it sounds like it’s got circa-’67 Maureen Tucker on drums, which is a terrible match for Enigk. The inexplicably named “Sandwich Time” has horns in the breakdown and hints at a belated sense of humor, but still revolves around a tired plea to “atone your heart.”
Bob Dylan’s Modern Times
Bob Dylan
Modern Times
(Columbia Records, 2006)
No one’s ever been able to nail down who or what Bob Dylan is, and there’s really no need to start trying now.
Over the years Dylan’s been called a pop poet, a prophet, a visionary, a reactionary, and a revolutionary. He’s been called the voice of a generation. Yet, Dylan has denied being any of these things, as if accepting them as fact would cause us to stop believing; to deconstruct the Dylan myth, as it were.
Cover This: What Makes for a Definitive Version?

When I set out to take on the matter of cover songs, I thought I’d be seeking uncomplicated answers to simple questions like: Is there such a thing as a definitive version of a song? Who decides these things? And why do we care? When it got down to probing the world of covers, or, more accurately, versions, all bets were off (although, that said, the Jimi Hendrix version of “All Along the Watchtower” by Bob Dylan is always a safe bet when it comes to defining version status).
Taking a byway or wrong turn on the covers trail is easy; there within exist roads toward the novelty version, the instrumental, and the dead end, note-for-note tribute. There’s the possibility of exploring traditional songs and ballads and tracing the origin of a song for hundreds of years. And then there is the big question of taste: I could hardly offer up a list of versions without forgetting your favorite and inspiring hatred from the most passionate readers. I don’t think I’d be going out on a limb if I said that Devo’s version of the Rolling Stones’ “Satisfaction” stands as a high watermark of versions, while we’d all be better off if we never heard Samantha Fox’s dance-pop take on Dusty Springfield’s “I Only Want to Be With You” ever again. Yet there is a harmonious junction where every cover version worth a jukebox dime lives: It’s at the intersection of rhythm and innovation, and it’s a place that produces undeniable results.

Vinyl Reckoning III: iBlood vs. Conflict Needles
by: Howard Wyman
The only clear part of the answer is that barely a fraction of a cent of that buck winds up in the calloused hands doing the toughest, dirtiest, most dangerous and repetitive work, often against their will. We essentially take for granted that no human part of an electronics assembly line will ever be paid or treated well at all, but as long as we’re weighing our options in terms beyond fidelity, convenience, or even the carbon footprint, it’s worth asking: Of the available music formats, which one screws its workers the worst? How do our choices in the music marketplace affect the people behind the products?
By market share alone, Apple is a safe example of industry norms within the mp3 music arena. They’re not the only makers of mp3 players, nor are they by any means the most transparent, and yet despite their veil of secrecy and opaque, generic statements to the press, Apple has been dogged by the specter of sweatshops since light was first cast into its manufacturing darkness by British periodical The Mail on Sunday in June 2006. The article revealed that one of Apple’s key suppliers of dirt-cheap overseas labor, a Taiwanese contract manufacturer called Hon Hai Precision Industry Co., alternately known as Foxconn Electronics, Inc., crams its workers into sub-par, strictly guarded, single-sex dormitories where visitors are prohibited. “They sleep 100 to a room, toil for 15 hours a day, and are paid just £27 [roughly $50] month” in the Shenzhen, China factory, the article alleged. It quoted workers describing how the company required excessive and underpaid overtime and occasional rooftop sessions of harsh “professional education,” involving physically and psychologically oppressive military-style drills of standing completely still in scorching hot weather for up to three hours at a time, under threat of punishment. In response to these allegations and the media pressure that followed, Apple performed its own audit of Foxconn and issued its own report on August 17, 2006, which did acknowledge some code-of-conduct violations, but disputed some of the article’s claims. Apple’s report was not independently verified, however, and did little to satisfy critics. Immediately after that report was published, Janek Kuczkiewicz, director of human and trade union rights at the International Confederation of Free Trade Unions (ICFTU), told the BBC, “We have serious reservations about the report,” and pointed out that Apple interviewed just 100 people out of the estimated 30,000 workers there working on iPods, and that the conditions under which the interviews were held also remained unclear.
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by: Howard Wyman
published: June 16, 2009 in column: The Smoke-Filled Room
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