PA roadtrip video

7 of us went to see Ali in Pittsburgh and then I went further east to visit my parents for a couple of days.  Here are some videos from the trip:

On the way to Pgh, we stopped in Columbus so Rawny, Kevey, and I could skate the famous Dodge Skatepark.  This is a video of Rawny carving through the weird, rough, uneven concrete:

Walking back from Quiet Storm, we saw this friendly cat:

We went to this abandoned steel mill which is a really amazing place.  Chiara likened it to a cathedral, and the size and grandeur and almost ornate quality of all the pipes and towers is staggering in the same way that all the cathedrals were when I was in Europe this fall.  Its crazy how something that is not nearly as old can decay so much more quickly.  Leanne wrote a nice story about the steel mill in the latest issue of her zine, New to Everything.

Ladyman’s Cafe on Its Last Day

I just downloaded some video off of my recorder and found this clip that I took of Ladyman’s Cafe after I ate there on the last day that it was open. I really wanted to take video inside the cafe, to capture the crowdedness, the bustle, the overwhelming sense that this place really did mean something more to people than the space it inhabited or the food it served. But doing that felt like it would have been disrespectful, and a few seconds of grainy video can’t really save what we as a community have allowed to slip away.

damn

Chiara was poking around craigslist and found this post in the rants & raves section.  I don’t even know where to begin in thinking about this and how it’s scary and frustrating and sad, so I’m just going to start writing about it as I think about things or talk to others about it.

One thing that is noticeable is that the writer doesn’t seem totally ignorant of the existence of rest of the world, and it seems that the writer has traveled some.  It’s scary that a sense of the world being larger than yourself, or getting to see other places isn’t enough in  itself to escape one’s prejudices, and that your experiences in a foreign place can actually reaffirm or solidify those prejudices.

This part of the statement also stood out to me:

A lot of the students at IU are from Seoul, for example, which is basically like New York. If I lived in a city of 10 million people who all basically looked like me, I’d lose my mind and sure as hell wouldn’t be smiling at them.

I take this to be saying that Seoul is the size of New York but that everyone looks basically the same, which exposes this inability to recognize the difference in different groups of Asians or to ignore the combination of Asian (and other) cultures that surely exists in Seoul.  It’s frustrating, because although it’s nice to have a sense of soldarity with other Asians in the US, in some ways it reinforces this idea of a homogenous, singular Asian culture.

Asians and other foreigners:

First of all, you have to understand that OVERT racism is not only acceptable in east Asia, but encouraged and even taught in the schools. So it’s only natural that they would seek each other out first as social contacts. Having said that, some Asians desperately want to fit in and don’t know how. Someone should teach them the ropes, and I think as guests in the US it’s their job to acclimate to the culture. They should learn to smile at people in public, for their own good. Nice people who deserve to fit in and make friends but they just don’t know how. Changing a bit to fit in with the host culture also goes for all the fucking latinos that show up in this country and expect to be treated like prodigal children though they can’t be bothered to learn English, or pay taxes, or follow laws. If you think I’m just being a bigot, learn Spanish and talk to some Mexicans about their opinions on the subject. Better yet, go live in Mexico and experience firsthand the ghetto mentality that they are raised with. Secondly, in most countries it is considered weird to smile at strangers, especially on the street. In France, for example, I was told that only retarded people and perverts smile and say hello to strangers on the street. I’m assuming that it’s no different in China, Japan, Taiwan, and Korea. A lot of the students at IU are from Seoul, for example, which is basically like New York. If I lived in a city of 10 million people who all basically looked like me, I’d lose my mind and sure as hell wouldn’t be smiling at them. Finally, the social unit in almost all cultures is the family. Friends are entirely secondary and strangers are just a nuisance in daily life. Americans are much more mobile and I would say that college is much more a social time for us than for most foreigners, so we have the idea that everyone wants to meet everyone and get to know them. But for many foreigners, strangers are only tolerated, rarely trusted. At least until they get to know you, by some miracle or accident, and then they will treat you well.

Joe Lally of Fugazi, Push-Pull, Capillary Action @ Hospital. 8p. $7.

Sunday, January 14th @8pm — Hospital — $7 — All Ages!

Joe Lally (bass player of Fugazi)
http://www.joelally.com/ and http://www.myspace.com/joelallymusic

Push-Pull (bass players who listen to Fugazi)
http://www.myspace.com/pushpull
Capillary Action (band who is on tour with a guy from Fugazi)
http://www.myspace.com/capillaryaction
jgroth@gmail.com with any questions. See you there!

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rivulets, casiotone for the painfully alone @ Landlocked Music. 8p. $5.

Monday, April 16th @ 8pm @ Landlocked Music – $5 – All-Ages


Casiotone for the Painfully Alone (Tomlab)

Rivulets


Casiotone for the Painfully Alone is the musical alias of film school drop-out Owen Ashworth. Over his first few albums Ashworth defined a hybrid strain of raw, emotional, and very homemade synth pop that was instantly recognizable as his own – claustrophobic 2-minute character studies shuddered with reverbed beats, blown-out chords, and simple but infectous melodies, all layered beneath Ashworth’s sometimes funny but always heartbreaking lyrics. Now the sound of Casiotone for the Painfully Alone has grown to include pianos, organs, strings, flutes, drums, and pedal steel guitars in addition to Ashworth’s signature electronics and drum machines.

Nathan Amundson began Rivulets in 1999, when his debut was issued by Chair Kickers’ Union, the Duluth label run by Low. Often driven only by voice or quiet guitar, Rivulets was frighteningly gentle, yet genuinely powerful. The brooding love songs of Mark Kozelek’s Red House Painters were an apt comparison, as were the acute, windswept soundscapes of Iceland’s Sigur Ros. Most often, the music suggested the isolation and odd beauty found at the center of an iced-over lake in the middle of winter. On You Are My Home, Amundson is joined by the none too shabby musical guests Codeine’s Chris Brokaw, Jessica Bailiff, Christian Frederickson of Rachel’s, Boxhead Ensemble’s Fred Lonberg-Holm and Bob Weston of Shellac and Mission Of Burma. Their combined guitars, keyboards, strings and horns work together with Amundson’s heartbroken voice magically to create a deep dark melancholia.

MP3:
Casiotone for the Painfully Alone – Young Shields

http://www.landlockedmusic.com/


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