Hello all, and a special hello to all who apply. (You'll find much more entertainment out of this post by reading it in a "British":http://www.escapistmagazine.com/articles/view/editorials/zeropunctuation. accent) Once again it's time for SXSW, and unlike last year I am not going. No, it's staying here in the warm breast of the DFW metroplex. Ah, the warm fuzzys of not doing something awesome. But
Hello my Mog-o-longs! Been a while I know, sorry. "Wall of Sound Music Festival":http://mog.com/disco/blog_post/86375 wrapped up this weekend and, it was a blast. (More to come shortly in a post tentatively called "disco, friends, and a intro to indie rock.") Trust me it will rocks them socks. A quick review, I had a blast, got hammered, hooked up with a random female, "that wasn't a lesbian":h...
Ahoy my Mog-o-mites! Well if your zip code doesn't start with "76" then you most likely have no idea what the Wall of Sound music festival is. It's little Fort Worth's (Texas) answer to ACL, kinda, well not really. Actually it's North Texas' only music festival worth a damn. Last years lineup was pretty salty. Sound Team, David Bazan, Starlight Mints, LOW and Okkervil River to name drop. This yea
Hey disco, name two things you like. Easy! Matt & Kim and Flosstradamus.What if Flosstradamus did a Matt & Kim remix?Well sir I would go ape shit. Primate poo aside, I have been on a remix tear. Girl Talk's "Night Ripper" has been spinning endlessly in the vehicle and "Hot Chip remix" has been my catch phrase for the past month. With the current path it was eventual Flosstradamus would grace my...
Evening Mog-o-philes. I took the day off from work today with plans of catching up on TV and listening to some new albums. Little did I know I would be punched in the face with one song. "Day For Night," a NYC trio with a self titled three song EP. (From their site) "In the movies, “day for night†describes the cinematic trick of making a scene shot during the day look as if it was filmed at n
Ahoy my Mog-o-Mates! During my stint at SXSW I noticed a rather unsettling occurrence. “Where are the North Texas Bands?†(Spree, Bosque Brown, and St. Vincent aside) At one time a plethora of Metroplex bands were staples at the near and dear South By. Where are Sorta, Chatterton, The Chemistry Set, Calhoun, The Drams, Baboon, Centro-matic and, The Me-Thinks. They should have all been playing