Full Disclosure: I am new to Grimes, and as new things often inspire in me rabid obsession I must ask that you, my dear reader, pardon the “She can do no wrong” skew that will inevitably saturate this post.
That said, Visions is one hell of an album.
After first hearing about Grimes in relation to the burgeoning Witch house scene that peripherally fascinated me in 2010/11 she fell waaay off my radar. The truth is, upon those first, exploratory dabblings Grimes’s music did not connect with where I was at the time. I kept her music in the back of my mind, fairly certain I would come back to it later.
Nice shorts, douche
Per Monsiuer Grez, who started this column back in January:
Welcome to a new rotating author column entitled “Remember that time when…”.
How it works:
1. I’ll start with a story from my past.
2. I’ll leave it open to the next author (whomever would like to continue) to recall “That time when…”
3. The only catch: it has to relate somehow to the previous story. It could in a number of ways. For instance, Joe’s original column recounted his seeing David Bowie’s Outside tour in 1995 at the World Music Theater in Tinley Park, Illinois. So, as he suggests in his own preamble to that column – which my own preamble is a bastardization of – I am using the World Music Theater as connective tissue, because in 1991 when I was a Freshmen in high school I won 15 free lawn seats to go see Guns and Roses at the World. FIFTEEN FREE TICKETS. FIFTEEN! To see G-n-Fucking-R baby!
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Remember the Time When… Axl Rose Cheated Me Out of 15 Free Tickets to See GnR
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Let’s have some fun. This isn’t going to be my usual, long-winded rendition of a Friday Album because, frankly, I’m exhausted. I’ve recently realized that I’m suffering from sleep deprivation – self-induced by pigheadedness and probably going on a duration of four years now – and it’s adding up something fierce. There are questions as to whether or not I’m spending parts of my day in drifting fugue states; luckily I haven’t gone out to a 711 naked yet or wound up trading bullets with a whacked-out meth psycho, but then again, who knows? What I do know is that this weekend I need to get some rest and then re-think my priorities on sleep. In the interim however, I intend to have some fun, and what better way to have fun on a Friday than with some old school rap.
I’m going to do something different this week. Normally the idea behind the Joup Friday Album is to post an entire album that the you can click to, hit play on and then go about your business preparing for your weekend. You know, sync the phone or laptop to the stereo, turn it up and then move around your house; start prepping the night’s dinner or sit and work on some writing while the sounds that Joup’s wonderful contributors have chosen usher in the potential inherent in your two days of freedom. It’s a nice way to start the brief respite from work, having someone curate a new experience and personally I hold it pretty holy. That said, this week I am not going to post an entire album. I’ve been thinking about this for a while – the fact that it has become harder and harder to find ‘full albums’ on youtube and the fact that our WordPress theme fights like a little bitch when we try to embed from spotify or bandcamp. So maybe this is all just an excuse to break protocol. Or maybe it’s just that I am excited as hell about this new album by The Callas.
This is a preview of
The Joup Friday Album: The Callas – Half Kiss Half Pain
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It has been just over a month. A month since I woke up at 4:15 AM on a Monday and saw a text from a friend that said, “Dude, David Bowie just died”.
My friend had sent that text at 11:35 PM the night before. She had no doubt been grinding away hours on the late shift at the hospital where she works, maybe a slow night for intakes, probably surfing the internet on her phone when she happened upon the news just about the time it hit the AP wire. I saw it a few hours later in the daze of a Monday morning; still dark out, cold and unprepared for the work week let alone news that big.
Welcome back to The Mental Stamina – the real people, real Chicago stories podcast hosted by Sonny Vitkauskas and Joup’s own owner, operator, author and photographer Joe Grez!
In this episode of The Mental Stamina Sonny and Joe welcome Darin Mullins, musician, animal lover and caregiver, and bartender extraordinaire! The guys talk to Darin about music, Dayton, Ohio, shitty jobs local Chicago TV commercial legend Harry Schmerler.
“Rock a bye your ba-by!”
The Mental Stamina is two normal, down-to-Earth blokes from the Southside of Chicago who like to drink beer and talk about all the crazy shit this city has to offer. And yeah, there’s a lot of crazy stories in Chicago. Will Sonny and Joe get to them all? Well, they’ll try…
So my friends Sonny V. and Joup founder Joe Grez have a podcast called The Mental Stamina. It’s great. Sonny’s the funniest guy I know of – in person or among famous ‘comedians’. Grez is a solid producer and adds a bit of the ol’ ‘straight’ man to things when they have a guest as great as Sean O’Malley on. I don’t know Sean and he’s not a ‘celebrity’. That’s the charm of the show – this is two down to earth Chicago guys having real people on to talk life, music, whatever, and tell the kind of crazy stories that make for a great listen. I’m going to begin posting one of these a week here on Joup, but I encourage anyone that finds The Mental Stamina here to head over to their Facebook page and hit that “Like” button that Jessie Eisenberg gave to us, then click over to their hosting site here and gorge on greatness.