Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Itinerary... ish

Writing and recording tunes (yes, in the plural form!) for a new album while trying to hammer out some ideas for another project, the latter which will probably not come to fruition for quite some time. In regards to the as of yet named album, the tracks will be made available on the MySpace page as free downloads.

Huzzahs will be in order if I manage to not lose the plot...

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

One for the road

Fell for Fu Manchu in the summer of '97 upon purchasing In Search Of... from Forever Young Records in Arlington. About the heaviest album I've ever heard (imagine Masters Of Reality put through a sifter and refined down to its most base and pure elements).

Enough gushing, eh?

Monday, July 27, 2009

Strangely enough

Sometimes life mimics a Jim Henson Production.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

The Edison's dead

Tonight's show at the Firehouse Art Gallery has been canceled due to an electrical issue (read: there is none at the facility) due to, as Ken phrased it, "an act of God or someone with a backhoe". We'll try to rebook as soon as possible.

Thursday, July 23, 2009


Yes, I love ABBA. Wanna make something of it?

Probably my favorite song of theirs, from 1975's ABBA. The hook during the last half of the refrain still manages to give the goosebumps.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009


Turkish coffee at King Tut on Magnolia sounds great. Seems like another lifetime since the last time I was there. Ghosts from the past are the memories of yesterday...

Monday, July 20, 2009

Friday, July 17, 2009


Criminally underrated guitarist Steve Hackett's beautiful composition from Genesis' 1972 album, Foxtrot. Footage taken from a 1990 performance in Nottingham.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Missile

Mister Beardy-With-A-Camera doesn't really provoke the same response from me, but I love King Missile. Each to their own, eh?

Monday, July 13, 2009

Loop de loop

All weekend. Today. I'm probably cracking up in more than one way...

Friday, July 10, 2009

Mining, perfect harmonies

And riffage? More to Wales than one may think.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Match of the Day... reviewed!

Scribe/friend/co-conspirator Ken Shimamoto graciously tortured his ears for the sake of penning a review of the album for I Love Fort Worth:

Call Matt Hickey “Mr. Misunderstood.”

Reviewing Search for Numb, the debut full-length from his band the Fellow Americans, I accused him of harboring “an unhealthy obsession with the Oklahoma City bombing.” (The song I quoted in support of this thesis, Hickey insisted, was about a bottle of champagne.) That very same disc garnered praise from no less of a personage than ex-Village Voice music editor Chuck Eddy on the basis of a T-shirt Hickey was wearing in the CD cover pic, which Eddy assumed was a Pere Ubu referent when in fact it was the name of another, even more obscuro outfit. Hickey then demonstrated his penchant for the quixotic and willfully perverse by releasing a CD that folks who know will tell you was the best thing he’s ever done (even going back to his pre-Famericans band, the late, lamented Rio Grande Babies), then turning around and breaking up the band before they’d played a single show in support of said CD.

Full disclosure: Matt Hickey is a friend of mine. We sometimes drink beer at the Bull & Bush together. After he’d pulled the plug on the Famericans, I coaxed him out of “retirement” to play a farewell show with Stoogeaphilia at the Moon. I invited him to play with me in the improv band PFFFFT!, in which context he sat on the floor behind my amplifier, playing nearly-inaudible synthesizer. It seems he didn’t like the pressure of performing live with the Famericans, particularly when he was serving as frontman after singer Jeff Price bailed while copies of Search for Numb were still hot off the presses. When PFF(F)T! joined forces with Terry Horn and Mark Cook’s Yanari to be reborn as the Hentai Improvising Orchestra, Hickey built himself a simulacrum of a traditional Indian instrument called a gopichand from a Folger’s coffee can and bits of guitar detritus. Terry and Mark call him “Gopi-Matt.”

Hickey’s an Uber-Angophile – he digs soccer and Guinness -- whose ears are big enough to dig PiL and Throbbing Gristle as well as Blur and, um, Deep Purple. He lives in Weatherford with his novelist wife and they raise horses. He’s always having to leave the gig early so he can muck out the stables or whatever it is people who live in Weatherford do. He has a quirky sensahumour and likes random weirdness, which perhaps explains this, the debut release from his portentously named solo project.

Match of the Day comes to you in a manila project folder, probably filched from his day job, that lists the contents as “1 CD-R, 1 Photocopy of the album cover,” the total selling price as 99 cents (he’ll sell you a copy via his Myspace thingy for two bucks postpaid), and the net profit as “priceless.” The music consists of a single track, 45 minutes long, which sounds like the noise a cassette makes while it’s getting mangled by an unruly tape player. Hickey says the piece was kloodged together from several shorter pieces, which appear to have been overlayed on top of each other – “A aural loaf I refused to pinch.” He adds, “It was fun, though, throwing everything into the mixer and hearing what sonic cacophony came of it.” If you listen to it long enough (a feat it took me three tries to accomplish), you can actually hear variations within this sonic soup – kind of like the snippets from Beethoven that Lou Reed claimed were woven into Metal Machine Music.

I heartily recommend this disc to any club sound technician who’s been searching for a soundtrack that’s guaranteed to clear the room at closing time.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009


That's so clever! Hard to believe your global empire is in the can...

Friday, July 3, 2009

Blur in Hyde Park, 3 July, 2009

Clips from today's Hyde Park show. Blur will play there again tomorrow. Hopefully these vids will be left in peace on YouTube.

Dead man selling!

Pitching beyond the grave. Billy Mays and the Simoniz Fix It Pro Pen make two commercial visits during the Science of the Movies slot.

Will one man's death provide extra mileage for cheap crap? Sigh.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Blur at Glastonbury, Part II

Clips from BBC2's live broadcast.

ADDENDUM: Apparently the BBC brought down the legal hammer and the clips have been removed from YouTube. Bummer.

Match of the Day news

I've set the album's release date for July 6, though it may take until the first week in August before it's available to download from Amazon, iTunes, etc. It will be available for purchase on the release date as a limited edition CD with special packaging. Feel free to send an email or contact me through MySpace and/or Facebook if you would like to procure a copy for yourself.