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Hexachordal preforming the a cover of The Magnetic Fields song All My Little Words… in 8 bit. Via, not other than, Trent Reznor.
This project represents a conceptual direction that merges an idea from the late 19th and early 20th centuries with the technologies of today to create a new, open-ended platform for musical composition, improvisation and performance.

A very valid question by playbutton.co: Why just play a record when you can wear it too?
Photo by Jesper Frisk grabbed off Rockfoto.nu
The first time I heard Flight of the Conchords was a few years back while driving up to Newcastle. It was a recoding of their BBC radio series. As I remember it, it was about the band trying to make it in London.
Since then they have moved on quite a bit. Regarding success. TV series, world tours and feature in movies. The concept of the show, humour, characters and topics have remained rather similar.
I went with Henrik Engdahl. We probably had the best seats at the venue. Row 7 in the middle. Unfortunately we had a girl sitting right behind us who obviously had a big crush on the guys on stage, and was constantly trying to catch their attention by laughing hysterically even when they weren’t making jokes. Rather annoying. But what can one do? You can’t ask someone to laugh less on a comedy show… not matter how warranted it is.
The warm-up act was Arj Barker and he went down well. He’s coming back to Stockholm later this year to do a performance at Söder Teatern. If I’m in town, I’m going.
The Flight of the Conchords were good. At times they leave you wondering how much of the performance is a routine and how much of it is just them sitting on stage improvising. Are they a band with funny talk between songs or are they a comedy act doing songs? Don’t think there is (or need of) an answer to that, but it makes you wonder.
Over the course of the evening they have a few less funny passages of rambling, but, whenever they had a low, they picked it up and made the low a thing of the past.

When I sat down to write this post I was happy and full of joy. Then I started to look around the web for a photograph of the event in question and stumbled upon a few reviews… Now I’m angry. Not sad-angry. I’m pissed-off-rant-angry.
All the reviews goes something like this:
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet massive in the US, consectetur adipiscing elit. Grate ful Deads Curabitur in nulla vitae arcu bibendum imperdiet nec eget ante. In hac habitasse platea jam band dictumst. Fusce faucibus libero jazz a tellus consequat pulvinar. Proin vestibulum urna at est consequat fermentum. Curabitur extremely skilled musicians accumsan, metus a placerat varius fermentum quis, but it gets boring nulla est porttitor purus, ac cursus diam sem quis dolor urna at est. Vestibulum urna at est consequat but I get a feeling it’s for people who cares more about the quality of the TV than was actually on it. Lorem fucking dolor set.
See, I had a period in my life when I just hated people who wrote music reviews. I don’t know if it was due to the fact that I were on the receiving end a few times, or that I, in general, have a hard time respecting critics with low qualifications.
When it comes to music writers, in many instances, there’s a fine balance between being a journalist and a music enthusiast.
I’m not saying that you have to be a musician to write about music. But if you aren’t, you need to have the journalistic skill to articulate what you don’t like in a manner that doesn’t shift you’re not-so-good-music-knowledge into a bias I-don’t-like-this-so-they-are-shit.
How do you rate a concert if what you hear isn’t something you like, and you’re not capable of zooming out of the personal zone or skilled enough to judging the performance from a strictly musical angle?
When is a review a statement saying “this is not my cup of tea” and when is it a professional documentation of the quality of a performance?
I thought I had put all of this behind me. That I, past 30, could live in harmony even in a society where shit heads express their ignorance and get paid to do it.
There are just so many parts of these reviews that just amplify how the world would have been a better place if they didn’t attend the concert, or, at least, decided not to write about it.
An example extract from these reviews would be Dan Backman, who writes for SVD.se and Po Tidholm, who writes for DN.se. Both of these fellows decided to share with the world their qualified drum and rhythm qualifications by slagging of the drummer Carter Beauford.
Mr Backman claims that Mr Beauford never ever finds a groove “worth of it’s name”. Mr Tidholm writes something along the lines of; no matter what mood or atmosphere of the song Mr Beauford preoccupied himself with some sorts of non-stop sweeping masturbation on his 37 symbols and 63 drums and toms. Now that’s quality.
Mr Tidholm also ends his review by saying that people who like Dave Matthews Band are the sort who “care more about the quality of the TV than what’s on it”. Ooo, nice one. I’d almost like to turn that metaphor 180 degrees — sorry for liking music. An extra nice touch with his last statement is the fact that most people reading this review will undoubtedly be people who like Dave Matthews Band. Yeah, there are lessons to be learned here — this is how you build a fan base among readers.
Besides Dan Backman and Po Tidholm, also Anders Dahlbom, who writes for Expressen and Håkan Steen, who writes for Aftonbladet decided to chip in. They both had an opinions on the Bob Dylan cover “All along the watchtower”. Makes me assume they aren’t actually familiar with any of the Dave Matthews Bands material.
I’m convinced, that the 3200 audience attending this concert, not because they had to, but because they wanted to, can’t disagree more with these reviews/opinions. That the fact that Dave Matthews Band are a renown live performer and one of the biggest live acts in the US as well as a holding a high position on the RIAA top selling artists is not just a fluke, but a result of skills.
So… my review of this concert ended up being a long slag-off of other reviews… classy. Oh well. I’m sorry for the angry mood. But, I had to get this of my chest. I will leave my review part to the 140 character summary I posted in on twitter
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Oh, yeah, and I ended up steeling the photo from www.rockfoto.net.
Below is a YouTube video of Vic Chesnutt preforming the song Everything I Say from the album North Star Deserter. It’s nothing short of remarkable. It kept me clued to the screen. Made me laugh. Made me sad. Gave me goosebumps. A genius at work.

Singer/songwriter Vic Chesnutt died on the 25th of December 2009 after slipping into a coma brought on by a suicide attempt by taking an overdose of muscle relaxants on Wednesday December 23rd. He was 45 years-old.
My first encounter with Vic’s music was in ’96 shortly after having read a review of the album ‘About to Choke’ in a music magazine. Within a year I owned all Vic’s previous albums: Is the Actor Happy?, Drunk, West Of Rome and Little, and have since then always purchased his new releases. About to Choke is one of my favourite albums of all time.
Vic is special. His lyrics takes a different angle and are, as he puts it, “loaded”. Words are really considered. In some way similar to the writing style of the short story writer Amy Hempel, who’s generally termed as a minimalist writer.
When Vic was 18 he was in a car accident that made him partly paralysed. The accident, he has said, focused him as a songwriter, and it became the subject of some of his earliest recordings.
Vic occupies a special place in my music interest, and that place I don’t think will be replaced by any other artist any day soon. I didn’t even know about the place until Vic popped up in ’96.
I’ve had the pleasure to see him live in Stockholm. This was back in ’98 when he was touring with Lambchop and Calexico, promoting the album ‘The Salesman and Bernadette’. That particular concert was in many ways a disappointment, mainly since I was unaware of the release of the new album and was expecting a concert full of ‘About to Choke’ material. But all in all it’s a concert that I will never forget.
He sings about suicide in “Flirted With You All My Life” [local copy] from his recent album “At the Cut.” As described by Vic, “its a song about breaking up with suicide”. Below are the lyrics, followed by some more Vic related links for the curious.
Rest in piece Vic Chesnutt and thanks for all the music.
It’s been a pleasure.
I am a man
I am self-aware
And everywhere I go
You’re always right there with me
I’ve flirted with you all my life
Even kissed you once or twice
And to this day I swear it was nice
But clearly I was not ready
When you touched a friend of mine
I thought I would lose my mind
But I found out with time that
really I was was not ready, no no
Oh, Death
Oh, Death
Oh, Death
Really, I’m not ready
Oh, Death you hector me
Decimate those dear to me
Tease me with your sweet release
You are cruel and you are constant
When my mom was cancer sick
She fought but then succumb to it
But you made her beg for it
Lord Jesus, please I’m ready.
Oh, Death
Oh, Death
Oh, Death
Really, I’m not ready
This page is a tribute to Vic Chesnutt – here to accept donations on behalf of his family to defray the expenses associated with his recent hospitalizations and death.
The search results on YouTube for Vic Chesnutt
Search results on Google for Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt’s Last.fm page
A New York Times article on Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt’s official website