Category Archives: ROCK

Is this thing on?

Since it’s finally the weekend and I’m going to some fun graduation parties tonight, I wanted to share a killer party photo from my friend Allison’s wedding in December. Our gang definitely knows how to get down, and we always bring along our beer-bottle microphones in case of awesome ’80s rock:

Most triumphant! And it gets better. When Allison sent me this, I immediately thought of another dance-floor shot: one from my wedding, of Allison:

Those are some super-fun parties, right? We are nothing if not passionate air-musicians. However, far and away the best part of these photos, taken a year and a half apart on different sides of the country, has got to be Shane, the dude rocking out in the background at left in both pictures. Beer in the same hand, sleeves unbuttoned and sorta rolled up, eyes closed and all-out singing along — and I’m pretty sure that’s the same tie. I damn near died laughing when I noticed this. Does this guy know how to party or what?!

PEARL JAM IS IN MY BREAKFAST NOOK

Yesterday the fine folks from Live Nation confirmed rumors that had been swirling for weeks on the internet: Pearl Jam will headline this year’s Music Midtown, a festival that happens to take place in Piedmont Park, oh, HALF A MILE FROM MY HOUSE. HOLY SHIT Y’ALL.

I’ve been joking about offering up our place to the band so they can stay for free and be close to the park, which of course makes me think of the Wayne’s World episode with Aerosmith and Tom Hanks as one of their roadies. A true classic! (Click on the photo to play the excellent video. Best part is around 2:00.)

The concert is September 22 (adding further support to my theory that 22 is a magic number for me, as previously noted here), and comes toward the end of a month that is already packed with awesome. I already know I’ll need to take the last weekend of the month to lie in bed and recover from my epic fun bender.

EDDIEEEEEEEE!!!!

Old-Timey Tuesday: DJ Jimmy Fresh goes pro

Kingsport, Tennessee, 1965? Several years later, high-school Jimmy landed a gig as an actual DJ at the local radio station in Kingsport. This is possibly the best picture of dad of all time.

[See: DJ Jimmy Fresh, the early years]

He asked me not long ago if I could convert some of his old mix tapes to CD so he could enjoy the groovy tunes of yesteryear, and this is what he handed over:

Cutting edge of technology, no? (Also: my packrattiness is totally not my fault.)

my (acoustic) rock-tastic weekend

My weekend before Thanksgiving was full of music, as every good weekend should be. Friday night Josh Ritter returned to Atlanta’s Variety Playhouse on his “mostly solo, mostly acoustic” tour, and it was a totally excellent show! Zack Hickman, the bassist in the band with which Josh regularly tours, played upright and provided harmony on about half of the tunes; Sarah Harmer, from Kingston, Ontario, was a solid opener and also joined Josh for a song during the encore.

Jon and I walked past the venue on our way to dinner right around the time the doors were opening and there was a long line, which we both thought sort of unusual. When we arrived for the concert after dinner, we found out why — it was a seated show. DOH. Somehow we missed that. Fortunately, a friendly security guard spotted me looking for spots toward the front, asked if we were looking for two seats and led us to a pair on the very front row, off to the side. It could not have been more perfect, especially forĀ  a short person like myself. I’d had good parking karma too, so it all set the stage for an awesome evening.

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Here’s the sweet set list with links to some duder‘s YouTube videos of the new tunes, the titles of which I’m totally guessing on. They’re all pretty awesome.

  1. Come and Find Me
  2. Rumors
  3. Me & Jiggs
  4. Wolves
  5. Long Shadows
  6. Southern Pacifica
  7. The Temptation of Adam
  8. Rattling Locks
  9. Harrisburg
  10. Girl in the War
  11. [New Lover Now]
  12. You Don’t Make it Easy Babe
  13. [Sarah -- a song inspired by Sarah Palin]
  14. Galahad
  15. Lantern
  16. Good Man
  17. Best for the Best
  18. [Untitled new song]
  19. Monster Ballads
  20. Kathleen
  21. To the Dogs or Whoever
  22. Change of Time (end of main set)
  23. Bone of Song
  24. Hard Times Come No More (with Sarah Harmer)
  25. Snow is Gone

I mean, just look at that set list! It was so, so wonderful. I love Josh Ritter more and more every time I see him. He seemed to indicate he’d be back on the road in the spring, so I’ve got my fingers crossed for another Atlanta stop.

THEN, on Saturday night, my friend’s rockstar sister, Kaki King, had a show. (Appropriately, the first song we heard over the sound system upon entering the venue was a Josh Ritter tune.) If you don’t know of her, she’s an utterly badass guitar player. Among many other projects, she worked on scoring for the movie Into the Wild, a.k.a. was nominated for a Golden Globe along with Eddie Vedder. Yeah. She has also recorded and toured with the Foo Fighters, was a hand-double in the movie August Rush, has a bunch of awesome records out and is pretty much the coolest person I know.

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She brought along seven different guitars and played them all, explaining what distinguished each of them as she went along. It was a super mellow show, but a ton of fun. CNN was there filming for an upcoming music segment (anchored by another ridiculously successful person from my high school — gah); I’ll try to remember to post a link when it airs. In the meantime, look Kaki up!

acting on impulse (or not)

I consider myself a careful spender, but while I’m generally frugal person I’m also not above the occasional impulse buy. I’ve been trying to avoid those purchases lately, though, because my finances are still settling after a switch to a once-monthly paycheck (part of which now goes into a joint account) and the holidays are practically upon us (think presents AND cross-country travel). So much spending in my immediate future! Most unfortunately, my reluctance to spend on myself at this point in time finally bit me in the ass last night when I learned that this is no longer available:

NOOOOOOOO!!!! I honestly have kept this tabbed in my browser for days (weeks?) but hadn’t actually purchased it yet. In fact, late last week I was wondering if I should tell my mom (to tell Santa) that this was a top priority and to shop ahead so I didn’t have to feel bad about dropping $80 on myself right now. Doesn’t matter now because it’s too late! Now if I’m ever going to own the magical deluxe limited edition PJ20 Blu-ray, I’ll have to spend twice as much to buy it off someone on eBay. Great job, self.

Moral of the story? If you want it, JUST BUY IT ALREADY.

Old-Timey Tuesday: Sears Tower dorm formal

Chicago, Illinois, November 16 2002

I wish I could remember what song this was… my best guess is Livin’ on a Prayer. As you can see, we’ve all got our air instruments out and are shredding away — Lucas is clearly rocking the bass. Me and Tyler were surely warming up for what would be an epic rock show two days later: Guns ‘N’ Roses on their ill-fated Chinese Democracy tour. (Oh yeah. I have the t-shirt and shot glass to prove it.)

If you’ll remember my unfortunate ’80s man hair from last week, just a few months later it had grown out enough that Abby’s sorority-house roommate Misty (yes, Misty) could do it up in Shirley Temple-esque ringlets for our sophomore dorm formal at the Sears Tower. That ‘do definitely partied well.

PJ20

Saturday I had a few hours to myself in the car, so I hooked up my iPod and worked my way backward through Pearl Jam’s catalog of albums and bootlegs. (Rocking out to PJ on the open road is one of my favorite summer pastimes.) After spending a solid afternoon singing along with Eddie, I began to regret — really, really regret — that I’m not seeing them on their 20th anniversary tour.

Granted, it’s mostly through Canada, and the plane tickets to get to one of those shows were just ungodly expensive, but maybe I should have tried harder to find a companion for the 2-day festival at Alpine Valley, just a couple hours north of Chicago. I reasoned that I’d rather just see Pearl Jam than pay for all those other groups too, but now I’m not seeing anybody. Hrmph. Pearl Jam NEVER comes to the south anymore, so who knows when I’ll get my next chance to see them?

Actually, it turns out that I will get to see them this September — just not in the flesh. As part of their 20th anniversary blitz, the band is releasing a concert film/documentary directed by Cameron Crowe and it. looks. AWESOME. Behold! (Seriously, watch the trailer. GOOSEBUMPS.)

Pearl Jam Twenty from Pearl Jam on Vimeo.

This screens Atlanta for one night only on September 20. Sure, I have a dress rehearsal for the season-opening concert at the Atlanta Symphony that night — I’m a member of the chorus — but this absolutely calls for playing hooky so my sister and I can go lose our minds over incredible archival footage of EDDIEEEE! Maybe I’ll even dig some vintage ’90s flannel out of my closet for the occasion.

(While that is some consolation, I can’t mention the film without noting that the master’s program I graduated from has since instituted a fall trip to the Toronto International Film Festival, which will host Pearl Jam Twenty‘s premiere. Not only that — a film about U2′s Achtung Baby is also premiering there. If any of those grad students get to meet any member of Pearl Jam I will die of jealousy! I know I’ve met Bono already, but still. The best of U2 and all of Pearl Jam? Come on!)

Gift Guide for people with friends with babies

Looking at those first-birthday pictures of my mom and uncle earlier this week got me thinking about babies. Am I the only one who knows like a dozen couples who are expecting in the fall or recently had a baby? I can’t even keep them all straight anymore. Friends from high school, summer camp and study abroad, neighbors, coworkers, dog park acquaintances — name a social circle and I’m sure I know someone in it who’s having a baby this year.

Sometimes I’m really on top of things and manage to knit a blanket or something, but more often than not I’m looking for something I can send off quickly. So, I thought I’d mix things up here on the mirthmobile today and share some of my favorite, most excellent gift ideas for wee ones of many ages!

If either of the parents-to-be is a music buff, it’s hard to go wrong with baby-size gear from their favorite band. The child of my friend from camp was the lucky recipient of a Pearl Jam onesie; she looked like the coolest kid on the block in it.

Granted, not every group is going to have official babymerch, but if you can’t find it on the band’s website, you can almost certainly find rock ‘n’ roll duds (in lots of sizes) for your kid on Etsy, Ebay or any number of other online sources.

Next up, we have an Uglydoll named Poe. Poe happens to be my family name, and it also happens to be a kickass Uglydoll — it was meant to be! I ordered four or five of these at once a few years back just so I could dole them out as needed.

We can’t all be so fortunate as to have an eponymous Uglydoll, but there are dozens of quirky, funny-looking critters to choose from. They each come with a little personal background attached as well. It actually looks like Poe might have been discontinued (what the hell?!), but, glory be, Amazon still sells it.

Now, this one I haven’t bought for anyone yet, but I’ve got plans, big plans. This guy caught my eye at my favorite local haunt, Young Blood Gallery & Boutique.

photo from sweetandsourgoodies.com

Yes, that is a little stuffed German boy, brought to you by Sweet & Sour Goodies. OK, it’s actually Hansel of Hansel & Gretel, and they make a Gretel to go with him, but I think this one is pretty awesome all on his own. Really, who doesn’t want to snuggle up with a tiny blond man in Lederhosen with angry eyebrows? Germany friends, you’ve been warned.

As with the Uglydolls, there’s a vast collection of Sweet & Sour plush dolls, from nuns to yetis to vikings to ballerinas. You can even have them make a custom doll, though that’s another one of those gifts that requires forethought.

If you’re more of a book-giver, in my family we’re partial to the Llama Llama series by Anna Dewdney. (Surely I’ve mentioned by now that my mother is known to many as Llama, yes?)

Llama Llama Red Pajama, about bedtime routines for little llamas, is the first book in the series; a fifth book about sick days at home with mama will hit shelves in August. (The others are about missing mama, being mad at mama and holiday drama.) Also, bonus: they make a Llama Llama stuffed animal! Everybody wins.

The other book I love to give has local ties. If you’ve been to an arts festival in Atlanta in the past decade, you’ve seen artist James Dean peddling his paintings of Pete the Cat. A couple of years ago, my mom and I noticed he was selling a children’s book featuring Pete as well called I Love My White Shoes.

This book is rad. Pete the Cat strolls about town is his nice white shoes, and when he walks through something that stains them a new color, he just rolls with it and goes on singing about his awesome red/blue/brown shoes. It has excellent artwork and even comes with a bonus CD/song download. I just learned in writing this post that there is a second Pete the Cat book coming out this month. Another one to add to the list! I also discovered that there’s a plush Pete as well.

Well, that about wraps up my kid-friendly gift guide. Hopefully this roundup gives some of you out there in blogland with friends with babies ideas if you need them. If not, at least I’ve made note of presents I like to buy in case I ever forget.

Old-Timey Tuesday: Eddie be thy name

Verizon Center, Washington, D.C., June 22*, 2008

It was almost too good to be true: we had plans to be our friends’ wedding in Charlottesville, Va., on Friday and Saturday; Pearl Jam didn’t have an Atlanta date, but was playing D.C. that Sunday. I had secured a pair of fan-club presale tickets for the D.C. show, and when we picked them up at the Verizon Center will call, we knew we had been assigned sweet seats: Section 2, Row A. It wasn’t until we made our way to the floor and were passed from usher to usher (to usher) that we realized our tickets were dead center on the very front row. DAHHHHH.

It was the most surreal night of my life. I had always planned to drop an obscene amount of money on front-row seats to see my favorite band once I was wealthy enough to afford such a thing (and assuming they were still touring), but here it was being dropped into my lap for like $35 a seat, thanks to a randomizer and a fan club membership. Eddie Vedder even tossed me a water bottle! Shyeah!

no zooming was involved in the taking of this photo (!)

On the long drive back from D.C. a couple of weeks ago, while Jon conked out in the passenger seat, I decided to relive the glory of that show almost three years ago via the live recording on my iPod. It’s funny how little I actually remember of the show — it was a total out-of-body (and mind) experience that almost doesn’t feel like a concert when I think back on it. The setlist wasn’t quite as awesome as it could have been, but that hardly mattered. It was an epic, unforgettable night.

Taken with my KRZR phone when my camera crapped out. Not bad!

*I can’t help but think this occasion, on the 22nd of the month, helps explain why I have good feelings surrounding the 22nd as a date in general (which is perhaps why I leaned toward May 22 for our wedding date). Good things happen on the 22nd! Also, when I looked at the ticket as a reference for this post, the sold-on date was April 22. Dude!

Stick around, hang out with us!

If this isn’t tailor-made mirthmobile material, I don’t know what is:

Does this guy know how to party or what!? Huh? Huh?? OK…

(If you haven’t checked out this tumblr, you must — it’s excellent.)