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The Formative Years – Dead Moon

After having been in bands like the Weeds and Lollipop Shoppe, Fred Cole founded the punk-influenced Rats in the late 1970s before focussing his efforts on country music and Americana. 

It was not until 1987 that he founded Dead Moon with a line-up that would remain consistent in trio form until the band disbanded in 2006, i.e. with singer/bassist Toody Cole and Fred's wife and drummer Andrew Loomis

Dead Moon dominated Portland’s independent scene and exerted an immense influence on the wider underground scene with their idiosyncratic melange of country, garage and punk music influences. Infused with Cole’s omnipresent 1960s roots, their trademark stripped down sound and rounded out with a gloomy lyrics centred around unrequited love they carve out a lane for themselves.

Given the fact that Dead Moon refused to play outside their neck of the woods in the US until the mid-1990s, they were better known in Europe and countries like Australia, where they developed a fanatic cult following from the get go.

While I have to admit that I did not click instantaneously with Cole’s high, quavering vocals when I first encountered them as a teenager, they eventually grew on me once I realized how unique their own enthusiastically expressive brand of vintage punk rock was, which was further amplified by the fact that most of their recordings have been mastered on a mono recording lathe and released on their own label Tombstone Records.

Once one delves into the back catalogue of Dead Moon, it should not prove wondrous to realize how much of an impact that had on what was to emerge as grunge in Seattle, with especially bands like Pearl Jam making no secret of the fact that they adored them.

Check out one of their late reunion shows:

Gallery Bastian and Anselm Kiefer

Gallery Bastian had not only been internationally known, renowned for their exhibition spaces and firmly established itself firmly on the firmament of art aficionados due to their astute curatorship when it comes to presenting remarkable artworks of both modern and post-war eras, but also been on my radar for the longest time.

Needless to say, when I learned about Bastian Gallery’s ongoing collaborations with Anselm Kiefer culminating in-focused exhibitions, I had to zero in on their efforts. 

What sets Bastian Gallery apart from other galleries is the fact that they are not merely focussed on the tested and tried but instead are focused on pushing boundaries and with its access, are in the position to exhibit exclusive and more recent works of well-established artists, with most of Kiefer’s more recent emissions being based on the common denominator that their physical presence is pervaded by a tangible fragility, elevated haptics and lyrical analogies. 

Bastian Gallery’s most recent Anselm Kiefer exhibition served as a christening of their newly established gallery pavilion in Berlin,  which saw Kiefer center his artworks thematically around poems of Arthur Rimbaud, explorations of metaphysical dimensions along with his trademark references to post-war Germany set against the backdrop of the historical developments in the twentieth century as well as current ones.

Bastian Gallery also has a publishing arm, which accompanies their exhibitions with dedicated catalogues, with Heiner Bastian’s monograph on Anselm Kiefer being not only being one of the more comprehensive ones but allowing a glimpse into Heiner Bastian’s approach to curation and his outlook on art at large, which is substantiated by the profound essays he penned to contextualise and pay homage to Anselm Kiefer’s oeuvre at large.

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image from gallery website

The Menzingers are back on tour and it's a beautiful thing! Despite a two-show stint in Hollywood, The Menzingers still made a stop 40-minutes away to appease the punks of Pomona at The Glass House. The town center was alive with bar-hoppers and concert-goers as i made my way to the venue's front doors. Unfortunately, I missed Sincere Engineer's set, which I was excited for and hoping to catch. I made it in just in time to see them play through their last song. The second band joining The Menzingers on their North American tour is Oso Oso. Not a band I was familiar with. They had their own fan base amongst the seemingly thin crowd. With some spouting from time-to-time how they were only there to see them. They played a tight and energetic set, and when they finished, many of the fans left.

I was beginning to wonder how the crowd would be for Menzingers as it was still a little shallow. Had most of the fans got their fill in Hollywood? Was it cause it was a Sunday night? Minutes before The Menzingers hit the stage, the tide turned as fans started to file in to fill the floor. The band walked out to the sound of Joey Ramone begging the question, "Do You Wanna Dance?" They blasted into the dueling guitars of Hello Exile's "Strangers Forever." The audience made their presence known, but there was a clear awakening once the band went into On the Impossible Past's "The Obituaries." Their voices carried as Greg Barnett lifted the mic stand during the song's bridge.

The band continued to play through fan-favorites from the past their past 4 albums, like "Good Things/Burn After Writing," "I Don't Wanna Be An Asshole Anymore," and "Thick as Thieves" while digging into a deeper like "Strawberry Mansion." The Menzingers have begun to shun their first few releases, which isn't much of a surprise, but I'd love for them to slip in an old gem here and there from at least Chamberlain Waits. While much of that feels like a different band now, there are plenty of hints of what they'd become to fit in with their set. However, understandably, it's obvious that it's not necessary to excite the fans. The energy exploded as that opening riff to "After the Party" kicked off the end of the set and members of the audience begun to launch off the stage while others rose from the center to crowdsurf. The band came back for their encore to finish out the night with "America (You're Freaking Me Out)," "Ava House," and "Lookers."

I've lost track of how many times I've seen The Menzingers now. They're one of the few bands I've followed throughout most of their career. I've seen them grow and change, but they never disappoint. Somehow, Tom May still hops around with the energy of a 5 year old and it's still endearing. The band is only midway through their tour, so if they're coming to your town, I implore you to give them your money. It'll be worth it.

Beastie Boys Book

Michael Diamond & Adam Horovitz

Allen & Unwin

Given that I have only recently covered the influence the Beastie Boys exerted on me during my formative years, it is high time to finally feature their 600 pages strong, comprehensive chronicle of the band.

In essence, the book is not unlike a Beastie Boy album  in that it is a mesh-up of different genres and styles, i.e. essays, liner notes, catalogue of memorabilia and artworks as well as a memoir of sorts with the narrators being mainly the two surviving members, following the untimely departure of Adam Yauch.

Thematically quite a bit of ground is covered, centred around themes like the bond they shared, inclusion, the agnosticism with which they approached genres and styles and what informed their antics, with a welcome yet at times overstated,  omnipresent sense of remorse for their less sensible borderline frat boy days. 

The book describes the lives of three middle-class teenagers who were socialised with punk rock to then morph into a hip hop act inspired by a collaboration with Rick Rubin that created the foundation for not only created a three decade long successful career but the fallout of which launched them into propelling their creativity into a cosmos of their own.

Given the attention to detail and at times brilliant writing, it is no wonder that it took four years to compile: Aesthetically and content-wise, the tome seems to be deliberately put together like a mixtape with bits driving into different directions, varied in style and fragmented with at times only the namedropping of song or album titles giving an indication of the timely context. 

Needless to say, it would not be a book penned by the Beastie Boys if it was not for components that seem to be aimed at messing with the reader, which adds to the appeal as there a quite a few easter eggs to be discovered even for the aficionado.

The Treasures of Queen: A Celebration of the Band, Recordings and Concerts 

Harry Doherty

Allen & Unwin

There is not exactly a shortage of rock music enthusiasts that would not have a problem with attesting that Queen is one of the biggest bands this earthround has ever seen, not merely by merit of their accolade decorated success history, backed by numbers and superlatives in terms of sales and chart topping hits, but in terms of musicianship, charisma and for the way they pushed boundaries.

The Treasures of Queen: A Celebration of the Band, Recordings and Concerts is a telling name for a book that does exactly that, i.e. celebrating the legacy of an all-time great band  in a manner that has been officially approved and endorsed by the band.

Light is shed on both footage and stories what are widely known as well as rarer photos from the early days and unique pieces of memorabilia sourced from the private collections of Queen's members, flanked by photography that rounds out the opulently illustrated book.

While it could be argued that the book is not exactly on par with the brilliant one that came with the vinyl collection boxset and die-hard fans might question for the need for this one, it is nonetheless an excellent book, especially for the uninitiated.

Record Store Day 2022 is finally upon us. I hope you're all out there being safe while you try to get this year's Cure picture disc. I still think about when I was a kid, and my dad would drive me out so I could shop. Sometimes, it was just a short drive to Sounds Like Records in Riverside. That store bit the dust (came back as something else, but I forgot the name), and then it was CD World/Red Planet Records that he'd drive me to. Sometimes Red Planet was a bust and I'd plead with my dad to take me "just a little further" to Mad Platter down by the college, 'cause I knew they'd usually have something good. Every once in awhile, he'd refer to it as, "the far one?" when I'd ask if he could take me to there. We'd stop at a 7-11 on the way, so he could get a newspaper to read in the car while I spent a good 30 to 45 minutes shopping at Mad Platter. Sometimes, I'd be short on cash and would walk out to ask my Pop for a couple extra dollars and he always obliged because he spoiled me. Then he got sick and for a couple years I stopped going to Mad Platter.

When my wife entered the picture, she became my new Mad Platter shopping partner... or should I say, observer? Much like my dad, she spent more time watching me shop rather than shopping herself. She'd passively watch as I bounced back and forth between the "New Arrivals"  and sifted through every used record and CD looking for a bargain. Instead of reading newspapers though, she indulged in Haagen-Dazs. We'd stop by the ice cream shop across from Mad Platter so she could get herself a couple scoops to enjoy while I'd, once again, spend 30 to 45 minutes crate-digging. Sundays were often our day of choice so we could see a movie at the theater for 5 bucks before or after going to Mad Platter, but she was always kind enough to agree when I wanted to go down just to browse and hope I find a good deal on something. Mad Platter even indirectly made it into her vows at our wedding. That's what it meant to me.

I'm sad to say that Mad Platter is no more. It became another store that died due to the effects of Covid. It was where I spent all of my RSD mornings. I haven't really participated in RSD the past couple of years. There hasn't been a store that felt the same since. Not even its sister-store, Rhino Records, which is located about 45 minutes from where Mad Platter stood.  It's great that there's a day dedicated to record stores, but I implore you to support your favorite shops all year round. RIP Mad Platter and Happy Record Store Day!