Does this blog have any readers who speak Chinese?
I hadn't checked the Doveman homepage stats in quite a while, but just did and found that I'm getting loads of traffic (like over 5,000 distinct hosts a month) from China, specifically from mp3.baidu.com. All downloading mp3s. Many gigabytes of them. If someone could help me figure out what caused this to happen (the Chinese Pitchfork gave us a rave? "Doveman" translates into "free pics of naked girls"? Sam has become a sex symbol in China?) I'd appreciate it.
I just got back from a totally astounding show by the the National. I'll probably write about it in Audiofile, but right now it feels like this was one of the best shows I've ever seen.
Last night, although I really should have stayed home and worked, I went to Batman Begins, which was great entertainment, despite a ponderous weight of self-seriousness. The Irishmen, Liam Neeson and Cillian Murphy (who looks straight out of Williamsburg) were the best.
The real thrill, though, was the previews, for upcoming films by the Terrences, Malick and Gilliam. Hooray.
Saturday night @ Joe's Pub I'm playing with Elysian Fields. It'll be good. James Genus on bass and Matt Johnson (fresh off a three month tour with Rufus Wainwright) on drums.
Many congratulations to my friend and former bandleader Mr. Mike Doughty, whose performance on Letterman will be airing in about two hours. I'll be watching. While drinking a Bellini. And revelling in the beauty of it all.
Bellinis are good. So is David Letterman. So is Mike Doughty.
The highlight of Friday night's show was Robot Ate Me Ryland singing a song to Maximo Park (after explaining that the Maximites were too cool to smile…and that they like tea in England):
"Maximo Park, will you be the one who smiles for me? I'll bake you muffins and apricot tea."
Saturday night dinner at Il Buco ended with the best dessert I've had in an oodle, a simple cream panna cotta topped with a bit of super rich balsamic vinegar.
I've never been a big fan of Boston. But I sure did like the sign I saw there last week: "A Room With A Vieux Antiques." There are bad puns. And then there's art.
This show has been advertised everywhere as 8pm, but has just been bumped to midnight. The Stylus blog has taken notice of our plight. Anyway, tell your friends, because we need help getting the word out about the time change.
This morning at breakfast, my brother Zach asked me what I thought of Coldplay.
I dislike them, I said. Why? Chris Martin is a great singer, but he's the worst lyricist I've ever heard, And they've put together an incredibly calculated sound that steals stuff from Radiohead and U2, without having any of what makes either of those bands great.
Zach then read me these two lines from Jon Pareles' article about Coldplay in this morning's NYTimes: "the lyrics can make me wish I didn't understand English." "Coldplay could easily be summed up as Radiohead minus Radiohead's beat, dissonance or arty subterfuge. Both bands looked to the overarching melodies of 1970's British rock and to the guitar dynamics of U2."
Discussion of whether there was a critic's handbook that told us what to think ensued.
Yesterday, I woke up late enough to avoid that annual silliness, Brattleboro's Strolling of the Heifers. I hear the mayor of Pamplona came last year. That's funny.
Speaking of Spain, if you have some extra bucks, the Noche Flamenca troupe's show at Theater 80 in NYC right now is really astounding.
Last Saturday I played in Miho Hatori's band at Tonic, w/ Ben Perowsky, Oren Bloedow, Shelley Burgon, and Maura Refosco. And with Ganda Suthivarakom (who writes the best food blog there is singing backup vocals.
It was a hoot. Miho packed Tonic and the band sounded good. It's especially fun to play with Mauro, who is just about the only world-ish percussionist I know who has the decency to stick to one or two instruments in each song, rather than the manic and thoroughly unmusical round robin of a different drums every four measures or so that so many utilize.
I'm going to go hear his band at Nublu later tonight. Apparently Bebel Gilberto is going to sing with him some.