So versatile, you can't call this Canadian emcee's brand of music simply hip hop. Jumping from straight rapping over propulsive beats to singing over chunky rock guitars to almost everything in between, k-os spelling out Kevin's Original Sounds is fitting. But k-os also stands for "Knowledge of Self," and with his strong stance against hip-hop artists who focus on fame, fortune and firearms, this is more reason to listen.
Monday, February 9, 2015
Passive aggressive vocals that cavort from singing to talking to howling over a monotone, repetitive beat engulfed in garage post-punk fuzz. Imagine Iggy Pop fronting Television. This Montreal group begs the question: where have you gone CBGB?
Monday, February 2, 2015
A Kentucky country singer, whose raw, liquid baritone and lyrical acrobatics are giving CPR to the slick, overproduced, overhyped gunk that's trying to pass as today's country music. Simpson could have easily been one of the Highwaymen - the super group with Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Kris Kristofferson and Willie Nelson. "A picture's worth a 1,000 words but a word ain't worth a dime," he sings. Exactly.
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Hialeah's Humbert and lead singer (and good friend/justice-of-the-peace-at-my brother Juan's-wedding) Ferny Coipel's marketing antics at South by South are partly to blame for landing my first gig at The Washington Post.
Here's how the story goes: I was about four months away from getting out of the Navy. Looking to kick start my too-long-dream-deferred of being a music journalist, I went to South by Southwest primarily to make some contacts and, as a nice bonus, to enjoy what can only be described as an ass-ton of live music.
Armed with a shoulder bag full of resumes and a hit list of people to meet, I was on my way. The people on my hit list who were on some kind of panel were easy enough to accost. I simply waited until the panel was over and made my move.
But then-Washington Post pop music critic Josh Freedom Du Lac - number one on my hit list - was a different story: it was like finding THE needle in the
I arrived in Austin on a Tuesday, checked into my log cabin a few miles away from the convention center. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday: no luck running into Du Lac. By Saturday, I had given up hope and decided to enjoy my last night without trying to give my 30-second elevator speech or hand off any more resumes (all terribly draining for an introvert type, you see). I had mapped out my strategy for who I would go watch on the last night - you have to do this, what with literally hundreds of bands playing simultaneously and all vying for your attention.
Among the must-see for me were Humbert, if for no other reason than to support my brother Juan's good friends. Early in the evening, I ran into Ferny and the other members of Humbert and their elaborate marketing contraption, which involved a generator, some speakers, a projector and a Red Flyer wagon. They were blasting their music and projecting videos on just about any flat vertical surface they could find along Austin's famed Sixth Street - ground zero for the SXSW concerts.
Their marketing ploy along with learning that they would be playing the not-ideal Blender Balcony Showcase at The Ritz, requiring coming off Sixth Street and going up stairs to a loft-type venue, only reaffirmed my commitment to show up. Despite their heroic efforts to promote themselves, there were only a handful of people by the time Humbert came on. Despite this or perhaps because of this, Humbert delivered a blistering, intimate set.
As I'm lost in their psychedelic candy grooves, I look over and notice a guy with a reporter's notebook taking notes. Holy effen hell, it's Du Lac! Of all the places and just about at the 11th hour, I found the dude. After their set, I approached him trying to keep my enthusiasm somewhat in check, so I don't scare him off. I gave him my spiel about being this guy getting out of the Navy trying to pursue this crazy dream, yada, yada, yada. I asked him what brought him to see Humbert. He was captivated by their marketing tactics. I handed him my resume. He gave me his card.
Long story short: A few weeks later, he assigned me my first concert review for The Washington Post, which led to getting hired by The Post and four-year residency there as a communications consultant and an on-and-off freelance music and now travel journalist. To this day, Du Lac's card, along with my first published article for The Post on Juan Gabriel, hang in my house framed. This is a little Christmas gift from the Humbert boys - their rendition of John Lennon's "Happy Xmas (War is Over)"
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Comedic genius? Absolutely. Perhaps, second only to the legendary Cantinflas. A renaissance man? You judge: Roberto Gómez Bolaños was quite an accomplished screenwriter, actor, comedian, film director, television director, playwright, songwriter, and author. Nicknamed "Chespirito" an easier-to-pronounce modification of "Shakespearesito" (Little Shakespeare), Bolaños, for me, achieved the seemingly impossible task of eternal youth on screen. When so many actors resort to botox and other "physical modifications," Chespirito was all about the delivery. He remained convincingly young and energetic in many of the roles he played: Chapulín Colorado (a sheepish superhero), el Chavo del Ocho (a little orphan boy who lived in a barrel), Chompilas (an incompetent but endearing petty burglar). His mannerisms and physical comedy made you forget there was a grown man behind the characters he played even though he did little to conceal the growing wrinkles, laugh lines and facial creases. In this regard, he was and will always be like no other. In this regard, he, his work and his legacy will remain immortal. "¡Síganme los buenos!" - one of his many, many catchphrases: "Good people, follow me!" Even though this report is in Spanish, you can still get a glimpse of Chespirito's brilliance in his physical comedy:
Sunday, November 23, 2014
These photos somewhat correspond with my travel piece about our recent vacation to Ecuador, published in The Washington Post, titled, "Exhilarated in Ecuador, with time on his side" on Nov. 23. It's an article about how cathartic and liberating travel can be when you stop vacationing in a rush and slow down to take it all in. In my case, it even made me a better parent. Enjoy.
Someone’s finally done it or at least no one's done it so convincingly: this self-appointed Brit monarch mixes elements of jazz and punk (and hip-hop and electronica) with a stiff-upper lip sneer. Anarchy in the U.K., indeed.