Exhibit B: Vuk

I told you before what a great time I had at the Fever Ray show, not the least of which was the opener, Vuk (pronounced Vook). She was so folky however with instruments other than your classic Americana folk implements (fiddle / harmonica / banjo / etc.) using a pump organ named Myrtle and filling the air with her caressing, eloquent, empowered lyrical melodies accompanied by a backing of whimsical yet apropos tunes. She's good. You could use this album for the soundtrack to the sequel to Amelie, but with vocals.

I knew this would be the first and last time I would see her for a very long time, so I made special note to get her album (The Plains) especially to have her sign it. I highly recommend you pick up a copy too. I wish I could say more about the show, but it happened back in October of 09 and honestly it was totally eclipsed by Fever Ray's show (just like many other shows I've seen). She is chatty with the crowd and very inviting into the experience of her performance. Hopefully she will come back to the States so more folk get to accept her invitations.

Vuk - Barefoot in Arizona

Vuk - Flint In The Pines

Conspicks is Dead. Long Live Conspicks.

I could make a lot of excuses as to what I've been doing with my time in the meantime (like preparing for my Japan/China trip, working a lot, and instead working on jetlad) but instead here are a couple things worth mentioning:

16Mar - White Stripes come out with a live album / DVD "Under the Great White Northern Lights" showing off Jack&Meg playing in really tiny Canadian joints for their 10th anniversary tour as well as sitting in on them being together sans performance
19Mar - The Glamour from Milwaukee is playing at Smartbar. Always a jam.
25Mar - Beauty Bar Chicago opens up in Sonotheque's old spot 1444 W. Chicago

This needs to be much longer... (via)


I sent back a whole set of vinyl jams as well as some radio Soulwax comps from Shibuya (Tokyo) which should be arriving shortly. Expectations are high. See you soon.

Refresher Course

My morning commute normally is comprised of songs that aren't just stale in my car, they are downright turning rotten. I'm not home long enough after work to ever really play anything but some random things that fill in my void. On those uncommon Sunday mornings and post-nap 2am weeknights, I get a chance to delve into those morels in my pantry. Such a fancy feast includes this compilation from Sympathy for the Record Industry aptly named "Alright, This Time Just The Girls, Volume 2".


The A-lines - Four
Matson Jones - A Little Bit of Arson
Candypants - Nerdy Boys

Favourite line: "Why don't you take off those tight-whiteys. No, I don't think you're butt is pasty... it reminds me of the sands of Tattooine."

Normally, my judgement of music relies on how well my körperteile respond to the aural-to-pelvic triggers found in Out Hud or Vitalic. Not to say that this album doesn't garner a similar experience, it just does it by injecting emotion via my left hemisphere. Find it and listen to it.