10.29.2010

Five Los Angeles shows I'd love to attend this November, but probably won't.


In the past few weeks, I've been lucky enough to see LCD Soundsystem, Sufjan Stevens, Hot Chip, Starfucker, Born Ruffians, etc. With plenty of good acts flowing through L.A. at a steady rate, I'd love for the fun to continue. 

It's unlikely I'll find the time or money to attend many concerts this upcoming month, but--in an alternative universe, where I am not a poor, overworked college student--here are five acts I'd check out in November.

Fri, Nov 19, 2010 
8:30PM
@ The Echoplex ($10.00)

Of all the upcoming shows, this is the one that I am most likely to attend. This kid has a great sound and the show is only $10 on a Friday night. Looks promising.
Check out "What's In It For?"

Stars

Fri, Nov 12, 2010 
8:00 PM
The Wiltern (around $30)
This is expensive, but seeing this well-spoken indie-pop group (a Broken Social Scene side-project) will be well worth it for those who have money to spare.
Check out "The Night Starts Here"



Dr Dog

Fri, Nov 5, 2010 

7:00 PM


The Wiltern ($35.25)

I imagine they are touring their Shame, Shame album, which came out this April. Again, too expensive, but maybe I'll stand outside The Wiltern and listen. 
Check out "Where'd All The Time Go"



Best Coast

Sun, November 14, 2010 

8:00 PM

@ The Troubadour ($15.00)

I was able to see Best Coast play a short set at FYF this year, but have yet the lo-fi trio in a headlining role. I think the intimate environment of The Troubadour would be the best place to do so.

Check out "Boyfriend"
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Deerhunter
Mon, Nov 01, 2010
8:00 PM
@ The Music Box ($17)



Deerhunter's latest, Halcyon Digest, is being hailed as one of the year's best records. An ideal start to a music-filled month, but one that I (unfortunately) will not be present for.


Check out : "Revival (Click)

10.28.2010

Hero of the Week

 Hero of the Week:
Jimmy McMillan                                                                                              

The former postal worker, two-time New York mayoral candidate, and
martial arts expert is currently running as the New York 
gubernatorial 
candidate for The Rent Is 2 Damn High Party, a political party he
 founded. He wins this week's honor for his outspoken stance against
 out-of-control rent, marriage inequality and traditional facial hair.





McMillan in Action:




A child's stomach just growled. Did you hear it?

McMillan For Governor

10.26.2010

Five Films I'm Excited to See and Why


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Somewhere:


Because I’m a huge fan of Sophia Coppola (specifically The Virgin Suicides and Lost In Translation, not so much Marie Antoinette). The trailer doesn’t reveal much about what this is actually going to be about, but I’m still interested. Stephen Dorff deserves a cool leading role and Elle Fanning might be less annoying than her older sister.


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127 Hours:





I’m curious to see what director Danny Boyle (Trainspotting, Slumdog Millionaire) is going to do next. He’s going to have to do something interesting to carry the narrative structure of a story about a hiker trapped under a boulder for five days. Oh, and I’ve heard James Franco is at his best.

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Freakonomics: 





 I hear that, like the best-selling book, the film is successful in making rigorous data analysis fun and exciting. Each “chapter” is done by a different director, and it looks like its woven together with some eye-catching art direction.




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True Grit:



 The Coen Brothers. And an eye-patched Jeff Bridges redoing an apparently iconic John Wayne role.



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Casino Jack: 




While I need to first see Alex Gibney’s documentary Casino Jack and The United States of Money, it should be interesting to see Kevin Spacey in the title role. Interestingly enough, it looks like Abramoff himself is set to be released right before this film.
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LIVE: Sufjan Stevens @ The Wiltern: October 23


Sufjan ushers inThe Age of Adz
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concert review by aaron schrank
I was lucky enough to see Sufjan Stevens on Saturday night at the Wiltern. He came on strong with his Age of Adz material, with costumes, light design and video to reinforce the album’s apocalyptic aesthetic. Sufjan presented his new stuff with a “bear with me” attitude, calling Adz “the psycho-babble of his brain” and providing an in-depth explanation of the role artist Royal Robertson played in the inspiration of his latest work.



The usual standing-room-only floor space of the Wiltern was set with rows of chairs, bringing a strange sense of order to the venue I’m used to seeing filled with frenzied swarms of fans, standing elbow to elbow and peppered with cell phone lights, fist pumps and plumes of smoke. The supportive crowd sat quietly, showing their appreciation at appropriate intervals.
While the set began with “Seven Swans” and ended with “Chicago”, Sufjan made it clear he was there to present The Age of Adz in all its glory, and he did so. He also played two tracks from the All Delighted People EP, announcing ‘Here’s one to cleanse your palates,” before performing “Heirloom”.
After escorting us on the strange and exhilarating journey through The Age of Adz, Suf threw everyone who’s been waiting to see him for years a bone by pulling out some old fan favorites in the encore.
While I would have loved to see Sufjan dig deeper into his older albums, it was understood that a hodgepodge of his material would have distracted from the attention-demanding and idiosyncratic experience of Adz. The performance enhanced my appreciation for the new album, as Sufjan was truly able to showcase his masterwork in its best light.
Here is the complete Set List from last night’s show:
Encore:

Film Review: The Social Network


REVIEW:
The Social Network

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Fincher's Facebook movie proves surprisingly significant
release date: September 10, 2010
our rating: 90%
reviewer: Aaron Schrank

Rarely does a film emerge that captures the attention of the universal popcorn-gobbling audience and actually manages to possess weighty cerebral and emotional value. The heavily- hyped The Social Networkdelivers on every level, with complex characters, witty dialogue and a narrative as entertaining as it is thought-provoking. Before its release, the film chronicling the legal confrontations behind everyone’s favorite social networking website wreaked of “movie-of-the-week”. The trailer certainly failed to convey any of the possible merits of the film, assembling all of its most uncharacteristically melodramatized snippets into a few minutes and playing a women’s choir cover of Radiohead’s “Creep” in the background. With all of that equation-scribbling, the ivy-league establishing shot and the “This is our time!” announcement from Justin Timberlake’s character, it seemed likely that the film would be on par with those movies where an eclectic gang of young adults steal the SAT answers or put their ivy-league education to work counting cards in Vegas. Fincher’s final product proves itself in a vastly different league than anticipated, with direction, a script and performances that fit together to present a near perfect treatment of the Zuckerberg saga and Facebook origin myth. The result is an unbelievably rich, pure and engaging based-on-truth account that will entertain and challenge viewers of ages, whether or not they care about Facebook.
You're going to be successful, and rich. But you're going to go through life thinking that girls don't like you because you're a nerd. And I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, that that won't be true. It'll be because you're an asshole.” This break-up line used by Mark Zuckerberg’s gorgeous girlfriend in the film’s opening scene provides the initial framework within which the Zuckerberg character develops. The now-billionaire Facebook founder is played by Jesse Eisenberg, a young actor who gave a memorable performance in 2005’s The Squid and The Whale and has appeared recently in roles probably intended for Michael Cera in films like Adventureland and Zombieland. Eisenberg’s Zuckerberg is one of the most complex and fascinating characters seen on the screen in recent years, and its Eisenberg’s performance that transforms Mark Zuckerberg into the internet-era Charles Foster Kane. The scowl-faced Eisenberg, touting a quick wit and dry sense of humor, perpetuates Zuckerberg’s antihero status, performing a careful balancing act to ensure his character’s fluctuating likability throughout the film. In the closing scene, at the site of the legal deposition where Zuckerberg is being sued (in two separate cases) for more dollars than Facebook has members, a young female lawyer provides a final conclusion on the Zuckerberg character the audience has been scrutinizing since his introduction: “You’re not an asshole, Mark. You’re just trying so hard to be.” As most of the characters who encounter Zuckerberg in the film do, viewers will find themselves fixated on determining the motivations, joys and disturbances of this character. Eisenberg’s performance (as well as Sorkin’s script and other aspects of the film) are generating a fair amount of Oscar buzz for a film of this sort, if that matters.
David Fincher is probably the only director who could have turned this dot-com docu-drama into a dark and stylish piece of art, oozing with cool. Fincher has wowed the Facebook generation with films likeSe7en, Fight Club, Zodiac, and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. He makes the could-be conventional rise of Facebook storyline work by intercutting scenes of Zuckerberg founding of Facebook beginning in 2004 with scenes of an unmoved Zuckerberg battling with plaintiffs Eduardo Saverin and the Winklevoss twins four years later. Fincher’s spotless attention-to-detail serves the story well, as it did in 2007’s carefully-researched (and unfortunately overlooked) Zodiac. The unruffled razor-sharp tone of the film is aided by industrial rocker turned score composer Trent Reznor’s soundtrack. With Reznor’s score and Fincher’s direction, scenes of hacking and code-writing become thrilling action sequences. Perhaps the majority of the credit for The SocialNetwork’s success should be awarded to screenwriter Aaron Sorkin, who adapted his screenplay from Ben Mezrich’s The Accidental Billionaires. Sorkin, who has proven himself a wordsmith when it comes to fast-paced and potent dialogue in TV’s The West Wing and a number of films, including A Few Good Men, wastes not a single word in The Social Network’s finely honed script. It is Sorkin’s understanding of subtlety and character that transport the viewer into the competitive social atmosphere of Harvard University, the opportunity-rich software buzz of Palo Alto, California and the semi-fictional mind of one of the most mesmerizing characters in recent film history.
While an average viewer will probably agree that Eisenberg is well-cast as Mark Zuckerberg, they might be surprised to realize just how well-cast the entire film is, at least in terms of physical appearance alone. Caricatured representations of real individuals are common in film, but a quick Google search will reveal that The Social Network’s depiction(s) of Cameron and Tyler Winklevoss (both played by Armie Hammer) are no more outrageous than the real-life identical Olympians. Andrew Garfield’s Eduardo Saverin and Max Minghella’s Divya Narendra closely resemble their real-life counterparts. Even the Larry Summers character (played by Douglas Urbanski) looks strikingly similar to the real economist and former Harvard president. Perhaps the hardest casting decision pill to swallow is that of pop-crossover Justin Timberlake as Napster founder Sean Parker. The idea of Timberlake acting in a David Fincher film doesn’t sound all that great on paper, but the decision proves its legitimacy on-screen. A love-to-hate star like Timberlake slides duly into the role of an ostentatious dot-com “rock star” whose reputation for scandal rivals his legitimacy as a pioneering businessman.
It matters little that the real Mark Zuckerberg recently dubbed The Social Network a work of fiction. An average viewer could assess that Fincher and Sorkin’s depiction of the old-world social structure at the academically-elite Harvard University is exaggerated to assist the narrative. The fixation on finals clubs serves as a helpful basis for (and comparison to) the elements of exclusivity and networking built in to the Facebook program. Elements of the story certainly had to be dramatized, but the triumph of the film is the fact that it managed to avoid oversimplified traditional structures of hero and villain, right and wrong. While most viewers will admire some aspects of Zuckerberg’s haughtiness and quick-wit, the film leaves it up to the viewer as to who is right and who is wrong. Eduardo and Zuckerberg sit across the table from each other at the deposition, hashing out the details of the disintegration of their personal and professional relationship with 600-million dollars at stake, and the viewer really doesn’t know which character to feel sorrier for. Maybe The Social Network’s Zuckerberg is a bold trendsetter who is too smart for his own good, or maybe he’s a bitter crook that will do anything to get attention. It’s all open for discussion, and that’s why this film works so well. As most Facebook users will soon learn via newsfeed: “that Facebook movie” is worth watching.

Film Review: I'm Still Here



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REVIEW:
I'm Still Here

release date:September 10, 2010
our rating: 63%

reviewer: Aaron Schrank



“I don’t get it.”

These were the first words to fly out of my mouth after staggering out of the small screening room where I’d spent the last two hours attentively watching Casey Affleck and Joaquin Phoenix’s elusive mockumentary.

The film’s thematic exploration of celebrity culture, the unsettling interactions between fame, media chatter and public opinion, is no innovative endeavor. We’ve seen enough episodes of E!’s True Hollywood Story to know that chronicles of fame culture rarely have happy endings. The triumph of the I’m Still Here projectis not that it presents a new message, but that the message was tracked down and explored in such a fresh and dedicated way. It’s as if someone had completely orchestrated and documented the fall of Linsday Lohan, and then informed you that the entire spectacle was a piece of art.

Phoenix was courageous to lend his star persona to this project. Knowing now that the film— that the entire two-year stunt that played out in the media and in the minds of the masses—was a hoax, the audience can appreciate Phoenix’s work as a piece of performance art.

For those of us who watched Joaquin’s bearded, gum-chewing Letterman interview on YouTube a dozen times or searched for samples from his hip-hop album, the story told in I’m Still Here is tired, and its premiere only serves to close the curtain on the lengthy production that has played out for nearly two years.

So, what’s the point? The film was a box-office flop; anyone interested enough to see it would probably already know that Joaquin Phoenix appeared to have lost it. (grew an impressive beard, announced the end of his acting career, abused drugs, announced the beginning of his hip-hop career as “JP”, etc.) They would also already have seen how these developments played out in the media and public. And, honestly, the film serves little purpose (and might be quite boring) for 2010 audiences, because I’m Still Here is merely a memento of Affleck and Phoenix’s project, in which we were all characters.

Twenty years down the line, provided that Joaquin Phoenix continues to put his talent to good use, starring in numerous carefully-selected films, I’m Still Here will be appreciated in a new light. A true audience (those who did not experience the project as it played out) will be able to view and assess the film. Only then can the film serve its true function and its preservation of the legacy of the project prove worthwhile. I’m Still Here will one day be a feather in the cap of Joaquin Phoenix, the celebrated actor who laid his persona on the line to pull a legendary, provocative stunt halfway through his career.

Album Review: Sufjan Stevens “The Age of Adz”


Sufjan gets wildly personal, confuses folksy fan base
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label: Asthmatic Kitty
release date:Oct. 12, 2010
our rating:86%
reviewer: AARON SCHRANK


Devotees have waited nearly five years for the triumphant return of indie-rock messiah Sufjan Stevens. They’ve been playing Michigan and Illinois on repeat, cooing along with tender tunes in strings-soaked canticles about picturesque state parks, clown-faced serial killers and obscure polish statesmen. Those who have been up nights contemplating whether Sufjan’s next modern-folk baroque concept album will capture the milieu of Rhode Island or Colorado will be sorely surprised by the decisions made, thematically and aurally, in his latest work. While bandwagon banjo-enthusiasts may feel abandoned by some of the album’s electronic exploration and beat-heavy tracks (not to mention Sufjan’s adventures in Auto-Tune in the final track), smarter listeners should skip the whole “lamenting the Sufjan of yore” phase and go straight to appreciating this ambitious and worthwhile work in all of its complexity. It’s more than likely, however, with its departure from Sufjan’s celebrated sound, that The Age of Adz will split audiences and individuals alike.

The Age of Adz is Sufjan’s most personal album to date—with first-person track titles like “I Walked” and “Now That I’m Older” failing to fit the established blueprint of long-winded, literary titles such as “Predatory Wasp Of The Palisades Is Out To Get Us” and “All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands.” The story-telling element stays strong in Adz, but the narrative positions Sufjan himself as the central character, rather than the story-teller. While not dubbed a concept album, the album is riddled with references to the late Royal Robertson, an artist, self-proclaimed prophet and paranoid schizophrenic who incorporated bizarre ideology including space travel, the apocalypse, biblical prophecy and misogyny into his work after his wife of 19 years left him for another man. It is Robertson’s art that graces the album’s front cover. Allusions to Robertson’s saga are most prominent in “I Walked,” title track “Age of Adz” and pagan-esque hymn “Vesuvius.” The Robertson story serves Sufjan primarily as a font of imagery to enrich the lyrical luster of his own first-person storyline. Track listing reads like the chapters of a new age self-help book. As Adz moves from track to track, it carries the audience through a complex character arc, from a painful inability to express love (“Futile Devices,” & “Too Much”) and an attempt to cope with desertion (“I Walked” & “Now That I’m Older”) to a desire for healing (“Get Real Get Right” & “All For Myself”) and a realization of optimistic joy (“Impossible Soul”). If there was any doubt that Sufjan was the Adz protagonist, it is hushed with “Vesuvius,” when his first name appears in the triumphant chants of this march-into-final-battle anthem: “Sufjan, follow the path/ It leads to an article of imminent death.” This personal journey element of the album is aided by uncharacteristic sporadic electronic and acoustic arrangements, some encouraging, and others exhausting, mirroring the ups-and-downs in the poetic plot of the album.

Adz is arguably not Sufjan’s most experimental or inaccessible album to date, but is perhaps his most diverse. 2001’s Enjoy Your Rabbit, an electronic IDM song-cycle with tracks based on Chinese astrological symbols, is an early example of Sufjan experimentation that would baffle his more folksy fans. That being said, Sufjan certainly does challenge listeners with this The Age of Adz. Three-minute acoustic ditties to satiate singer-songwriter fans are in short supply. In fact, “Impossible Soul” weighs in at a staggering 25:35, and is essentially 5 songs in 1, including the soon-to-be infamous Auto-Tuned material in the third “song” on the track. Listeners are likely to have a hard time deciding how they feel about this decision, as they’ve been exposed to a slew of R&B and pop artists (T-Pain, most famously) employing the gimmicky pitch-correction effect over the past several years. The perhaps aptly titled “Too Much” features an odd assortment of effects, tones and squelches all stacked on top of one another. “I Walked,” while more stripped down than some of the other tracks, prominently features a drum machine. With a host of new-fangled effects and classical arrangements all competing with each other on almost every track, the result is chaotic—even gaudy— but this should be expected from everyone’s favorite multi-instrumental maximalist.
Where Sufjan might lose the listeners instrumentally, he reels them back in with his haunting melodies and powerful lyrics. The fanciful phrasing and usage of literary devices that earned Sufjan praise years ago persists. Memorable lyrics include a line from “All For Myself”: “We set out once, with folded shirts, with hairy chest, and well-rehearsed. I want it all, I want it all for myself.” In “I Walked”: “I am already dead,” Sufjan announces, “but I’ve come to explain why I made such a mess on the floor.” The six and a half-minute “I Want To Be Well” produced a number of memorable lines: “A crowd of ages outside, dressed for murder,” Sufjan sings, likely harnessing hostilities endured by Royal Robertson as a result of his fanaticism. On the same track, Sufjan chants, “I’m not, I’m not fucking around,” repeatedly, a far cry from the content in his Christmas albums.

Audiences should definitely sit down and give this 75-minute album a decent evaluation, but The Age of Adz's power to generate division is apparent. If Sufjan fans who were pleased with his lengthy All Delighted People EP, released in August, expect more of the same from Adz, they are likely to be disappointed. It appears the EP (which is similar to Sufjan’s older work) may have been a political move, released to quell outrage regarding his new style from dogmatic fans. Those who enjoyed Sufjan’s cover of Castanets’ “You Are the Blood,” featured on the Dark Was The Night compilation, are likely to be friendlier to Sufjan’s new work. Sufjan, whose name means “comes with the sword,” did just that in The Age of Adz. Only time will tell how many people he’s managed to scare away.