for t.s.

Voyager, in case it’s ever encountered by extraterrestrials, is carrying photos of life on Earth, greetings in 55 languages and a collection of music, from Gregorian chants to Chuck Berry. Including “Dark Was The Night, Cold Was The Ground” by ’20s bluesman Blind Willie Johnson, whose stepmother blinded him when he was seven by throwing lye in his eyes after his father had beat her for being with another man. He died, penniless, of pneumonia after sleeping bundled in wet newspapers in the ruins of his house that burned down. But his music just left the solar system.”
–Josh Lyman

farewell lovejoys

this past sunday, august 5th, was the closing night for Lovejoys. Heart & Soundsystem and friends spun reggae, soul, and assorted dancefloor burners all night to a ridiculously full house. i had never seen the bar so packed in all my years of going there. it was touching to see so many people saying goodbye to the place. and i have to give a salute to Captain Jim Bradford for holding down that weekly for so long (8-9 years?) and for letting me jump into the mix for the past year or so.

i really wanted to write something heartfelt, but i don’t want to come off cheesy and/or bitter. it’s just difficult to write something that doesn’t feel aggrandizing or pontificating about “just a bar.” except that Lovejoys wasn’t “just a bar” to many people, myself included. in the run-up to the final night, i’d read several missives and articles calling Lovejoys essentially an oasis of cool in an expanding desert of downtown douche-baggery. and while i agree with that sentiment to a degree, it just feels like a revisionist narrative. (does anyone else remember the awful, pervasive haze of smoke in that bar before the smoking ban?) don’t get me wrong, Lovejoys will always have a special place in my heart. but it irked me that so many people championed Lovejoys online in articles and posts once its imminent demise was announced, and yet spinning there every Sunday night for roughly the past year made me witness to the simple fact that not enough people were coming out to support the place. i’m not bitching… well, yeah i’m bitching.

i’m just sad Lovejoys is closed. i can’t even write about it, really. except to say she was a complicated yet lovely lady, and she’ll be missed.

we’ll be relocating Heart & Soul Sundays to another location soon. so stay tuned. and a sincere thank you to everyone who came through and sent Lovejoys off in style.

full weekend launchpad

alright, i suppose i should start making journal entries.

a full weekend is ahead of me. the regular friday happy hour at Mohawk, and then Lovejoy’s on sunday. but saturday, we’re invading Club de Ville for an evening of soul and reggae and who-knows-what. i don’t recall when Heart & Soul Soundsystem did Club de Ville last. it must’ve been months and months ago. i think it was before BBoy City, even, which would’ve been the last time i’d played at de Ville. i’ll check… november. man, i have no concept of time.

my crate needs re-arranging. i made a mess of it last weekend. the entire front third of the crate is in total disarray.

i feel somewhat silly doing a pregame write-up of this weekend when i don’t particularly have anything to say. but i need to get into the habit. though does anyone really want to know that my record crate is messy? probably not.

z-trip is in town doing a show tonight, i think. which would be awesome, but tickets are a bit pricey. if i go out after breaking down happy hour, i’ll probably hit up dj chorizo funk and dj mel at body rock. those two will throw down solid, and i can just bounce if i’m running out of energy. which sounds like a contradiction, but i really am sort of tired right now. though if anyone can make me rally, it’d be mel and chorizo.

hm, what else? i suppose i should be promoting my own gigs. so just assume that, by default, my gigs are awesome.