Posts Tagged ‘andrew pertes’

Crash Worship

September 24, 2011

Live in New Orleans, 1993


Libba and her Cotten Picking.

July 21, 2011

I’m not playing the race card… that’s actually the name of her picking style.

Oh Lord, this is good!

That’s Watts Up

July 7, 2011

Beeeg Pun… This guy Reggie Watts is fantastic.

Oasis Inspired Imagery

June 8, 2011

Driving in our van to Boston under the summer sun, Blake puts on a mix through the worst sound system known to man thanks to some Guido auto-dude in Bushwick.

Anyhow, Blake chooses to play “Columbia” by Oasis, naming it as one of his top twenty favorite tracks of all time… He also goes on to explain that it’s an especially memorable track because the imagery it conjures up is that of George Michael slowly lathering his body with sun tan lotion on a sun-bleached beach. For one reason or another, this made complete sense to me, although other imagery began to appear in my mind as well.

Instead, I envisioned Eddie Murphy Arguing in the action figure department of FAO Shwarz, toy in hand, spliced with circling aerial shots of that enormous teddy bear in the big room, circa 94’.

So, I invite you to listen to “Columbia” and insert yr own creative and genuine idea for what would be a “fitting” video. Submit yr idea in response to this post by June 14th and first place winner gets lathered with STL by Mr. B himself, along with a homemade bar of raw organic chocolate (made by drummer.)

Helplessness Blues

May 5, 2011

The new Fleet Foxes album is fantastic. These guys are old souls, I tell ya.

As a band, we went to go see them in a packed house at Webster Hall a little while back. Hauntingly beautiful harmonies and uncanny musicianship, I was mesmerized to say the least.

Robin, lead dude, tends to tune his guitar til it’s just right, allowing for long moments of silence. As I was enjoying the space, still feeling the residual effects of the previous song, all of the sudden, from up on the balcony, I hear a VERY familiar voice yell, at an abrasively audible volume, “REN and STIMPY!!!”

My chills, epiphanies, and inspirations were immediately replaced with uncontrollable laughter, convulsions, and tears. For some reason, Blake screaming the name of these two cartoon characters that had little impact on our lives, to a crowd of three thousand absorbed and silent Fleet Foxes fans, will forever be embedded in my memory as the highlight of the show.

The Suburbs

November 22, 2010

Back when I had invisalign, and Blake was actually able to drive a car, we had dinner and played a show with these dudes at Tufts U. They even played “Headlights Look Like Diamonds” based on my request. After not having grown with them since “funeral”, I checked out the new burbs vid, and, yawto too!

Note: The video was actually directed by Spikes Brother, Mike Jones

Foes with Toes

July 22, 2010

“A picture’s worth a thousand words” says the Keebler elf, Corey Taylor etc. So what did we decide to do? Shoot a documentary of a thousand words or so, solely about our photo shoot because, well, we’re BEEEG and muy importante (I think this saying is Russian, and unfortunately, the exact translation is unknown… it means something along the lines of, “there are pygmy hippos in the water of the moon”.)

Jesse Dittmar, childhood friend, chill dude, insanely good photographer, spent a sweltering afternoon with us in our backyard in Bushwick (come visit! It sucks!), taking a couple different stylized shots we had in mind. One, a knock off an awkward family photo we pulled off the inappropriately named site, . The other, a pretty loose concept of a living room vibe in the outdoors that sort of came together as the night went on.  By the end of the shoot, the picture included a goblet, harmonium, whale cane and whale guitar, Carl Jung’s “Red Book”, a fire pit, sweet attire, and marshmallows on skewers, and the dreamy members of Akudama them(our)shelves.

So scan through. Pics and vids below. Enjoy!

Peep Jesse’s Site

Masonic Akustics

March 2, 2010

In the latter part of this past month, we were afforded the opportunity to record at 1867  studios, an incredible recording space located in Chelsea, one of the more depressed neighborhoods I’ve seen around Boston (think Bushwick, Brooklyn). I don’t mean this in a bad way; just think mucho wrinkly folk with kind smiles, awkward hobbles, free time and push carts.

Over the past three years, Chris McLaughlin, engineer and owner, has converted the nineteenth century masonic temple into a state of the art recording studio. The space itself is… well… spacious, ideal for tastefully reverb-drenched takes (think BEEEEG!)

Point in short, we’ll have an E.P. of new material to be  hittin’ the drums of yr ears sometime soon, AND, if you’ve got licks of yr own, yawta lay em down at 1867. Peep the link