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Iggy Pop: Sunday

June 5, 2016

Back in February, Iggy Pop unveiled “Sunday,” a track off of his new alum; Post Pop Depression. Post Pop Depression is Iggy’s surprise collaborative album with Josh Homme (Queens of the Stone Age.) The six-minute track navigates around a prowling bass line and a sizzling guitar riff while Iggy waxes senator’s statements.

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Champagne Champagne: Four Horsemen

May 24, 2016

Champagne Champagne- Seattle’s own punk-rap-shoegazers, backroom brown hornets, vibrate higher in their magnetic blackness. Two MC’s: Pearl Dragon, lifer-a smoke-breathing hood Jim Morrison- and Sir Thomas Gray, the hyperactivated game-gifted trouble man. One producer/multi-instrumentalist DJ Gajamagic (AKA Mark Gadjahar, drummer/founding member of defunct Seattle posthardcore institution The Blood Brothers, current backbone to Past Lives and Weekend) – master of dark arts, road-trip Macgyver, and sound systems savage.

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The Ritz

March 11, 2015

Directed & produced by: Chris Jacob
“Puttin on the Ritz” by Taco

Starring: Tyler Harwood, Cate Swan, Matty West, Syd Kleinburg, Phillip Grilletta, Susan Hare, Topher Sinisken , Megan Webbiking, Amanda Patterson, Tina Ogrady, Sara Simpson, Phillip Williams, Carly Levenshon, Chance Van Meter, Jeff Thomas, Shelton Pollet, Teddy Noggle, Collin Miles, Basic Brad

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9:59: Kevin Says

July 6, 2014

“959” is Ty Willman, Dave Krusen , Alan Hunt, Jeremy Lightfoot , Cameron Brownfield
Directed & edited by by Michael Maniglia
Produced by Sam Bligh and Triple Props Rcd’s
Cinematography by Michael Maniglia

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The Five Musical Stages of Grief

May 6, 2014

Music was my first love and she continues to break my heart in three-and-a-half minute increments. However, she and I have worked through so many splits and reconciliations that our relationship reads more like the five stages of grief than a loving relationship. Let me explain.

Thirteen was a punch in the gut. This was the year I began to take a serious interest in girls. Sadly, these girls didn’t take an interest in my awkward demeanor and the rejection eventually reflected in the despair bleeding out my stereo. Poor pop bands singing songs so saccharine I am embarrassed to type their names on this page. But, as I grew older my skin thickened and prepared me for what was to come – anger.

At fifteen I discover how good it feels, and how easy it is, to reroute sadness to a mosh pit of aggression. This was the stage of punk. For me bands like The Clash or The Ramones had a specific energy and sense of camaraderie that egged on my youthful pain and angst. Plus, it was amusing to watch my parents squirm in front of their friends: “oh…um…yeah Patrick is going through a phase.” But, for some punk is not just a phase. Some of my friends, whose musical opinions I highly regard, still restrict their record collection to Black Flag and Screeching Weasel. This phase was my favorite, but it couldn’t last. The girls and rejection of my teenage years were waiting.

For me, “bargaining” was my lowest point, my rock bottom… my Phish. Female companionship overthrew the allegiance to my punk comrades and I was more than willing to sell out. Willing to sell my punk CDs for whichever band the pretty girls were listening to. The music no longer mattered. It was a simple bargaining tool with which to enter the arms of the opposite sex. And to be clear: I am not proud of my musical prostitution, but women and men have done much worse for a backseat fondle.

In the next stage, my depression came full circle. My bargained relationships failed and I again tuned into the sounds of self-loathing and frustration. But the music was more intense and severe. I did not return to the sweet and simple pop songs of stage two; I wanted complexity and a lot of reverb. I began listening to new-wave and post-punk in my late teens and my love for music was instantly rekindled. I related to the depression of bands like Television and The Fall. Morrissey shared my unique emotions. This was my longest and most dramatic phase. I learned a lot about “good” music but grew intolerant and judgmental of “bad” music. And, until recently, I would have been classified as a music snob or – gasp! – “hipster”.

However, I am glad to say my relationship with music is softening with age. Like an old couple, she and I simply enjoy each other’s company. We no longer quarrel about what is on the stereo. We just play it by ear. If she feels like listening to Lester Young on a Sunday morning – that’s ok. If I feel like cleaning the apartment while listening to the Grateful Dead – that’s ok too. It’s a mature relationship of respect and acceptance. We don’t laugh if the other is in a nostalgic mood and wants to sway to Boyz II Men. Or scowl if the presidential primaries cause an afternoon of Minor Threat 45s. No judgment. I am happy to be at peace with music. Actually, I even enjoy a little silence, and am reading more too. Hey, have you read…

– Patrick