an open letter to matthew (opening band for starsailor)

Dearest Matthew,

I had heard good things about your music, so I was interested to see what you had to offer. I mean, you guys were opening up for Starsailor. You have to be doing something right to get that slot, right? Well, at the very least, you have to be a new artist on the same label or something. Anyway, how you got the gig isn’t really important.

Your music is good. It’s not great, but it’s good. Nice melodies, a lead singer with range, which he uses wisely, and judging from my initial exposure to your band, fair songwriting. Oh, and the name of your band, what wit! Matthew is the name of one guy, but you have four people in the band. It’s kind of like Ben Folds Five being three guys. I like a sense of humor.

Now, explain to me why your drummer wasn’t wearing a shirt, from start to finish. Sure, the El Rey can get warm with all of those bodies packed in for a sold out crowd, but the temperature hadn’t reached anywhere near warm when you took the stage. I wasn’t up there, but I was about thirty or so feet away and there couldn’t have been that big of a difference in temperature on the drum riser. Walking on stage with your shirt off just isn’t right. Stop it. You are not Lars from Metallica and you don’t rock all that hard. That’s not to say your music is bad, but it’s not take-your-shirt-off rock ‘n’ roll.

As if that weren’t enough, Matthew, the fact that your guitarist felt the need to remove his shirt a few songs into the set just added to the silliness and otherwise distracting antics. If anyone should be removing their shirt, it should be your drummer, but we’ve already gone over that faux pas.

All of this shirt-removing made the experience sub par. I wish I could have spent more time enjoying your music, but your novice showmanship brought out the snobbiest of my music snobbery. If you learned anything while being on tour with Starsailor, it should have been that you can still be cool with your shirts on, no matter how hot it gets up there. Sweat-soaked shirts, drops of perspiration dripping from your hair…that’s rock ‘n’ roll.

All The Best,

Brad Barrish

an open letter to matthew (opening band for starsailor)

Dearest Matthew,

I had heard good things about your music, so I was interested to see what you had to offer. I mean, you guys were opening up for Starsailor. You have to be doing something right to get that slot, right? Well, at the very least, you have to be a new artist on the same label or something. Anyway, how you got the gig isn’t really important.

Your music is good. It’s not great, but it’s good. Nice melodies, a lead singer with range, which he uses wisely, and judging from my initial exposure to your band, fair songwriting. Oh, and the name of your band, what wit! Matthew is the name of one guy, but you have four people in the band. It’s kind of like Ben Folds Five being three guys. I like a sense of humor.

Now, explain to me why your drummer wasn’t wearing a shirt, from start to finish. Sure, the El Rey can get warm with all of those bodies packed in for a sold out crowd, but the temperature hadn’t reached anywhere near warm when you took the stage. I wasn’t up there, but I was about thirty or so feet away and there couldn’t have been that big of a difference in temperature on the drum riser. Walking on stage with your shirt off just isn’t right. Stop it. You are not Lars from Metallica and you don’t rock all that hard. That’s not to say your music is bad, but it’s not take-your-shirt-off rock ‘n’ roll.

As if that weren’t enough, Matthew, the fact that your guitarist felt the need to remove his shirt a few songs into the set just added to the silliness and otherwise distracting antics. If anyone should be removing their shirt, it should be your drummer, but we’ve already gone over that faux pas.

All of this shirt-removing made the experience sub par. I wish I could have spent more time enjoying your music, but your novice showmanship brought out the snobbiest of my music snobbery. If you learned anything while being on tour with Starsailor, it should have been that you can still be cool with your shirts on, no matter how hot it gets up there. Sweat-soaked shirts, drops of perspiration dripping from your hair…that’s rock ‘n’ roll.

All The Best,

Brad Barrish

Sugar Comas and The City of Angels

It was just a couple of days. Saturday and Sunday are just like any other day, really. With the exception of not receiving mail or the inability to walk into my local Bank of America branch, which I never do no matter what day it is, what’s the difference?

This weekend was one of particular laziness. A degree of laziness and lethargy that I hadn’t experienced in quite some time. The weather was gorgeous. I should have gone hiking. I watched more television on Saturday than I have in the last month. I ate a lot of candy and slipped in and out of sugar comas. I fell asleep watching “Pulp Fiction” and woke up to a documentary on Alan McGee, founder of Creation Records. Drifting off towards the end of that, Holly woke me up wanting some exercise and dinner.

After a walk with Holly and subsequent feeding, I layed back down on the sofa, flipped through the entire channel lineup, read the latest issue of NME, read some of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, and then drifted off again. When I woke up I was exhausted from being exhausted.

I love photographing Los Angeles at night. It was nearly midnight and I decided to drive to the Hollywood Hills for a nice panoramic view of the city to photograph. I gathered the camera and tripod, gassed up the vehicle and headed for the hills.

A friend once took me to a clearing in the hills that was perfect for such a thing. I couldn’t remember exactly where it was, but I had a pretty good idea. About an hour later, after passing the same houses over and over, with little to show for my late night jaunt to photograph the city, I decided to go back home. On my way home I thought perhaps I would sneak into Runyon Canyon and just take some photos from there, but that would have been too much effort. I was so disappointed (and lazy).

It was nice to get out of the apartment for a while, drive around and listen to music. There’s something quite charming about driving around Hollywood at night, looking at the people in the cars next to you and snapping some photos along the way.

Sunday wasn’t that much different, no matter how hard I tried to make it so. I did take Holly to the Mulholland dog park, which she always enjoys, despite the fact she never plays with other dogs. She just hovers around me and takes it all in. I wonder where she learned that.

Sugar Comas and The City of Angels

It was just a couple of days. Saturday and Sunday are just like any other day, really. With the exception of not receiving mail or the inability to walk into my local Bank of America branch, which I never do no matter what day it is, what’s the difference?

This weekend was one of particular laziness. A degree of laziness and lethargy that I hadn’t experienced in quite some time. The weather was gorgeous. I should have gone hiking. I watched more television on Saturday than I have in the last month. I ate a lot of candy and slipped in and out of sugar comas. I fell asleep watching “Pulp Fiction” and woke up to a documentary on Alan McGee, founder of Creation Records. Drifting off towards the end of that, Holly woke me up wanting some exercise and dinner.

After a walk with Holly and subsequent feeding, I layed back down on the sofa, flipped through the entire channel lineup, read the latest issue of NME, read some of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, and then drifted off again. When I woke up I was exhausted from being exhausted.

I love photographing Los Angeles at night. It was nearly midnight and I decided to drive to the Hollywood Hills for a nice panoramic view of the city to photograph. I gathered the camera and tripod, gassed up the vehicle and headed for the hills.

A friend once took me to a clearing in the hills that was perfect for such a thing. I couldn’t remember exactly where it was, but I had a pretty good idea. About an hour later, after passing the same houses over and over, with little to show for my late night jaunt to photograph the city, I decided to go back home. On my way home I thought perhaps I would sneak into Runyon Canyon and just take some photos from there, but that would have been too much effort. I was so disappointed (and lazy).

It was nice to get out of the apartment for a while, drive around and listen to music. There’s something quite charming about driving around Hollywood at night, looking at the people in the cars next to you and snapping some photos along the way.

Sunday wasn’t that much different, no matter how hard I tried to make it so. I did take Holly to the Mulholland dog park, which she always enjoys, despite the fact she never plays with other dogs. She just hovers around me and takes it all in. I wonder where she learned that.

zach is cool

I waited in line for at least two hours in the unseasonably warm Los Angeles weather. I tried to dress “hip,” because that’s what the invitation called for. I didn’t wear shorts or anything white. No. Because according to the invitation, none of that was allowed. After all that waiting and putting up with, quite possibly one of Los Angeles’ filthiest men, I was in. Oh, and I was seated next to Mr. Filth, who in addition to not washing his hands (and who knows what else) for the last decade, also neglected to apply deodorant.

It was all to see Zach Galifianakis. He’s the host of a new show on VH-1 called Late World With Zach, and he’s damn funny. Okay, I’m lying. I was there to see the Foo Fighters, but Zach is funny and I thoroughly enjoyed the show. Make sure you watch it. It’s on VH-1 every evening at 11pm. Consider that an endorsement. If you live in the Los Angeles area and have an available afternoon you can get free tickets by going to www.ocatv.com.

bloodying up the horse a bit more

This may be a bloody horse, but it’s certainly not going down any time soon. As if it weren’t enough to have Michael Green stand up and go off on how the fans have to protect their favorite artists from being thrown out on the street, Disney CEO, Michael Eisner chimes in. During a Senate Commerce Committee hearing last Thursday, Eisner slammed Apple’s “Rip, Mix, Burn” ad campaign saying, “that they can create a theft if they buy this computer.”

Someone call the FBI, because Iím a thief. Not only do I rip, mix, and burn, but I share those mixes and burns with people. Iím doing you a favor. Iím not of the opinion that music (or movies) should be free, but as I stated before, if it werenít for file sharing and P2P (Peer to Peer) communications, I might not have picked up the latest CD by one of your artists. Itís ok, you donít have to thank me.

My love for Apple aside, that is one of the most ridiculous things I have ever heard. Yes, Apple was blatant about it’s message, but that’s like saying Black & Decker should be blamed for the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Sure, Apple makes the tools to allow people to pirate music. So does every other computer manufacturer. Single Apple out if you want to, but the truth of the matter is you are shitting your pants and really don’t know what to do about any of this piracy. Don’t even get me started on how Microsoft is to blame for all of the pornography available to children (and adults) because of a product called Internet Explorer.

Again, while you scramble for a solution, the kids are going to be ten steps ahead of you. You will not win. None of you will win until you look at this issue with corrective lenses. Take your green-tinted glasses off and hire a few kids that know more than you do. Slim down your operations and farm out your promotions and marketing needs to people that give a shit about your artists and movies. Did I mention I was unemployed and am a rampant music fan with a few good ideas?

zach is cool

I waited in line for at least two hours in the unseasonably warm Los Angeles weather. I tried to dress “hip,” because that’s what the invitation called for. I didn’t wear shorts or anything white. No. Because according to the invitation, none of that was allowed. After all that waiting and putting up with, quite possibly one of Los Angeles’ filthiest men, I was in. Oh, and I was seated next to Mr. Filth, who in addition to not washing his hands (and who knows what else) for the last decade, also neglected to apply deodorant.

It was all to see Zach Galifianakis. He’s the host of a new show on VH-1 called Late World With Zach, and he’s damn funny. Okay, I’m lying. I was there to see the Foo Fighters, but Zach is funny and I thoroughly enjoyed the show. Make sure you watch it. It’s on VH-1 every evening at 11pm. Consider that an endorsement. If you live in the Los Angeles area and have an available afternoon you can get free tickets by going to www.ocatv.com.

bloodying up the horse a bit more

This may be a bloody horse, but it’s certainly not going down any time soon. As if it weren’t enough to have Michael Green stand up and go off on how the fans have to protect their favorite artists from being thrown out on the street, Disney CEO, Michael Eisner chimes in. During a Senate Commerce Committee hearing last Thursday, Eisner slammed Apple’s “Rip, Mix, Burn” ad campaign saying, “that they can create a theft if they buy this computer.”

Someone call the FBI, because Iím a thief. Not only do I rip, mix, and burn, but I share those mixes and burns with people. Iím doing you a favor. Iím not of the opinion that music (or movies) should be free, but as I stated before, if it werenít for file sharing and P2P (Peer to Peer) communications, I might not have picked up the latest CD by one of your artists. Itís ok, you donít have to thank me.

My love for Apple aside, that is one of the most ridiculous things I have ever heard. Yes, Apple was blatant about it’s message, but that’s like saying Black & Decker should be blamed for the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Sure, Apple makes the tools to allow people to pirate music. So does every other computer manufacturer. Single Apple out if you want to, but the truth of the matter is you are shitting your pants and really don’t know what to do about any of this piracy. Don’t even get me started on how Microsoft is to blame for all of the pornography available to children (and adults) because of a product called Internet Explorer.

Again, while you scramble for a solution, the kids are going to be ten steps ahead of you. You will not win. None of you will win until you look at this issue with corrective lenses. Take your green-tinted glasses off and hire a few kids that know more than you do. Slim down your operations and farm out your promotions and marketing needs to people that give a shit about your artists and movies. Did I mention I was unemployed and am a rampant music fan with a few good ideas?