i think around midnight every night

for a while

we should enjoy a nice music video.

this is bob dylan busting with a sweltering “all along the watchtower” at the rock n roll hall of fame in 1995.

like prince and lou reed and even bruce its nice to watch singer songwriters shred on lead guitar.

one could only imagine how intimidating that might be after a guy like hendrix covers it and basically makes it his own.

building a better mouse

dont you find it a little unsettling that Tom Cruise not only knew the future

but demonstrated it in a film right before our very eyes?

it sorta freaks me out a tad, i can admit it.

the folks at 10gui are mighty on top of things:

This video examines the benefits and limitations inherent in current mouse-based and window-oriented interfaces, the problems facing other potential solutions, and visualizes my proposal for a completely new way of interacting with desktop computers.

i think bros on to something

this week has been super good, i sorta feel undeserving.

last night i went out with two of my ex’s. we saw bob dylan. he was amazing.

not only is he older than the hills, but hes got more class and more style than everyone in hollywood combined.

he only addressed the crowd once.

“well, hello, friends.” i believe he said, near the end of the first set.

his voice is strong, his pace is swift, and for fun he has decided to lead the band via the organ.

and when he wanted to belt out solos he did so via his trusty harmonica.

it was a dance party, friends.

we came for the poet laureate of rock, but we ended up dancing to the most unlikely of songs. and judging from Dylan’s smile from behind the keys, it was all in his plan.

annoying people dressed as hippies roamed the crowd, twirling, but the headliner had already been there and done that. these were modern times. he was there to rock, he was there to sing, and he was there to play that harp.

the results were contemporary. even the finale of “all along the watchtower” was re-arranged in such a way that it could easily be placed on one of those greatest hits packages and renamed like how the police foolishly did with “Don’t Stand So Close to Me ’86”.

dylan has always reworked his tunes live and we were all kept on our toes throughout the night, but mostly we danced.

afterwards we ate tacos and spoke of love.

it was beautiful, and if you are in LA you should go go go to the show tonight and or tomorrow at the palladium cuz the kids just dont rock like this and youd never ever know that bro is 68. hes got more inside of him now than most have at half his age.

randy lewis here at the times wrote a beautiful portrait of last night’s concert that sums it up in a more professional way.

1. Gonna Change My Way Of Thinking (Bob keys, Donnie lap steel)
2. Shooting Star (Bob center, harp)
3. Beyond Here Lies Nothin’ (Bob center, harp)
4. Dont Think Twice, Its All Right (Bob guitar)
5. Cold Irons Bound (Bob center, harp)
6. Most Likely You’ll Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine) (Bob keys)
7. My Wife’s Hometown (Bob guitar)
8. Stuck Inside Of Mobile W/ The Memphis Blues Again
9. High Water (For Charley Patton) (Bob guitar)
10. I Feel A Change Comin On (Bob Keys)
11. Highway 61 Revisited (Donnie lap steel)
12. Nettie Moore
13. Thunder On The Mountain
14. Ballad Of A Thin Man (Bob center, harp)
15. Like A Rolling Stone
16. Jolene
17. All Along The Watchtower

setlist via expectingrain

photo of the marquee of the palladium by bronwynlewis

omg two of my favorite bands are playing on my birthday

super close to my house



from the Silverlake Lounge website:

“Those Darlins, country-punk pals from Murfreesboro, Tenn., have a comically leering sexuality and an abandon that seems scarce these days. Their punk hootenanny sensibility reminds us that you don’t have to act serious to be taken seriously.” – New York Times

Informed by Nashville and its indie, pop, and country scenes- aware of the twisted tradition of Appalachian roots music that stretches back beyond the Carter Family, Those Darlins are, nevertheless, not of Nashville. They write their own songs, record in NYC with producer Jeff Curtin (Vampire Weekend), and talk about female empowerment, music history, and egalitarian ideals of performance and business. And, in practice, they are rockers.

They’re related to The Shaggs, The Slits, Huggy Bear, Sleater-Kinney, Kleenex and a whole bunch of other stuff; The Grates are very much a pop band; like the best of soul, riot grrl and garage rock dusted down in glitter and sent out to party. “full of false endings, stuttered energy and splintered melodies…It has the awkward quirkiness of Deerhoof, yet the power and might of The Pixies…. A happily scattered and free-spirited trio playing catchy lo-fi rock pop stamped with lead singer Patience’s wonderfully unhinged vocals.” – Rolling Stone

“Think Ramones bouncing off their practice room walls on pogo-sticks… “- NME