Woe Is Me and My Obsession With This CD…
Besides the beach, BBQs, longer days, and beer, summer also means touring bands, and less frequent blogging due to enjoying outdoor activities such as lunch at the beach. Now before writing about the band whose album plays on constant rotation in my iPod, let me cover a few locals first.
In mid June, I went ahead and made the rounds around the local spots to catch Gossip Tree, Goldiggers!, and Ninja Academy.
Gossip Tree opened before Goldiggers at The Smell playing a rather short 5 song set at most, to friends and those just meandering through for other acts, I definitely have “the quiet song” on rotation.
Goldiggers!, from Long Beach, belong to that ever growing circle of LBC/OC acts that not only frequently mix things up with LA bands, but make you think of neverending SoCal summers.
To end things, I ended at Pehrspace for Ninja Academy, one the underground’s instrumental institutions at this point really.
My personal musical highlight for June came when Austin’s The Strange Boys played their first of three shows in LA during the last week of June. I caught them by chance at The Echo either in the fall or winter, now I usually never pick up a band’s disc on the spot until seeing them a few times, but something about the group’s blues swagger led me to buy it since it felt authentic, a good call cause they completly soldout of their discs on hand that night. That purchase didn’t leave my car’s disc player for the remainder of winter/spring, I think I had to stop listening to music cold turkey, just to move onto another band. So of course back in March, I bought their full lenght debut album immediately upon release, and like a relapsing junkie, I listened to it on the drive back home, and subsequently put it away for a month, due to the fact that I knew if I kept listening to it, I would never hear another album for quiet possibly the rest of the year/life, which presently proves true (I think this answers that dumb, “what’s your best album for the first half of 2009 question), now I will stop writing about them or else I will incessantly continue to do so, much like you keep telling yourself, “one more beer” again and again and again in the hot summer sun until you beligerently rant about wait oh oh…
