7/26/12

MUSIC JUSTICE: Dan Deacon Is Even Cooler Than You Already Thought He Was

Hey there, friends of the movement!

So this edition of MUSIC JUSTICE has absolutely nothing to do with Los Angeles. But it has a whole lot to do with FOOD JUSTICE, and other kinds of JUSTICE that we value here at the FJH. Who is this musical crusader of the movement, you ask? Well, he's none other than Dan Deacon, and he's come to rock your world.

Cooler than you.


Baltimore native Deacon first emerged onto the indie scene with his breakout 2007 LP Spiderman Of The Rings, which was as rollicking of a good time as its title suggests. Deacon's signature sound is an insane collection of pretty much every synthesized bleep and fizz you've ever heard at a very high BPM, all topped with chipmunk'd vocals about bears and ghosts and rivers of gold, but it's a lot better than that description sounds because he's conservatory trained and takes more cues from this guy than this guy. He's kind of like the Andrew W.K. of nerdy computer minimalism. He made a name for himself as a live act by performing on the floor with his massive rig of electronics teetering and blinking in front of him, and by leading his audience through gauntlets. His terrific 2009 album Bromst found him adding a number of acoustic instruments to the mix, including xylophones, horns, and this absolutely incredible device: a player piano controlled by a computer to play at speeds that can only be described as wicked fast. He and his thirteen-piece ensemble toured for Bromst in this vehicle, which he tricked out to run on vegetable oil solicited from fans in exchange for a home-cooked meal from the onboard kitchen. To record parts of his forthcoming album, America, he built an anechoic chamber. Yes. That thing. He built one. Oh, and he's also one of the guys behind this (NSFW) gem.

You're probably now asking, "Wait, so, how could this dude possibly get any cooler?" Well, in a recent interview with that one music blog that no one likes to admit they read for some reason, Deacon revealed a mass of brilliant opinions and predilections, which I'm just going to quote here because paraphrasing would be stupid:

"When a lot of Americans think about American culture, they sort of don't consider themselves American. There's a disassociation with the word. America is defined often by the military, by the government, by the corporations. To me, it's important to be a positive voice in it and be like, 'No, America is also this.' There's no underground scene like the American DIY. There's no aspect of it taken from other cultures. This is quintessentially American."

"People who are weird are being homogenized so that it's easier to sell s**t to them. It's disheartening, because I feel like a lot of people yearn to not be a part of a system."

"When people think about slavery, they think think about the 1850s. They should read Tomatoland, about modern-day tomato farming. It basically talks about how farming is slavery. People are increasingly starting to become aware of things-- like, who wove the fabric in this shirt? Who brought it across the ocean? Where did the wood [for the table] come from?"

"Even if you look at Springsteen's political songs, they're often recontextualized-- 'Born in the U.S.A.' sounds like patriotic rhetoric when it's the opposite."

"I grew up with bands like Beck and Sonic Youth and Nirvana-- it was cool to not care. But we live in a time period where you have to give a f**k. If we just allow the destruction of our lifestyles, our habits, our cultures, our movements, our environments, our relationships to other cultures-- it's going to be a time of dark ages."

 "I did a five-day trip from Seattle to New York in 2006, from December 23 to December 28. I didn't have an ID so I couldn't fly, and I didn't have a credit card. It was back when I was way off-the-grid. I knew I was gonna miss Christimas. I started thinking about the train-- a beautiful, antiquated, romantic way of traveling, over Christmas. It would be incredible. And it was."

On being pegged as "the fat, bald guy": "I can understand-- you read a review of music, and you usually hear about how they look. Men obviously have it much easier than women, but if you don't look like the standard male, you get it as well. It's a different type of objectification of sexuality."

"It's weird how people hate getting older. People love mountains, and mountains are old as f**k. They are the oldest things there are."

So, there you have it, folks. Dan Deacon is a champion of true American culture, weirdos, tomato pickers, the Boss, caring about things, going off the grid, train travel, positive body image, mountains, and getting older and wiser! In other words, everything FJH stands for! And though I can't say I understand how "Paddling ghost makes it/Coast to coast, makes it/Into the flames with the horse/Who made believe" has anything to do with the evils of Monsanto, Deacon claims that the rest of the lyrics on Bromst absolutely do!

To read the rest of the interview, in which Dan talks about his feelings about the apocalypse and his mother's death, go here. America is out August 28 on Domino, and if you pre-order the album, you get a 2x3 foot flag with a beautiful photo of Lake Placid on it, just like the one we have proudly waving in our front yard! You can then use the flag to win a variety of contests. All very exciting stuff.

Look at all that glory...


Here's the fantastically recursive video for "True Thrush," off the upcoming album:
-Gabriel Mathews

7/22/12

Beer of the Week:

This week we are reviewing libations from everyone's favorite religiously divided and systematically oppressed island nation, and no, I'm not talking about East Timor!

For those of you who were not aware, this week we dined exclusively on the finest of Irish cuisine. Unfortunately all those spuds didn't quite satisfy our quest for a cultural immersion, so we brought home six different Irish beers. (Unfortunately only five will be featured in this blog). The adj. people at Guinness brewed four of these, so it seems likely they will take the top spot this week, but heck lets dive in and find out!

Guinness Draught
Apperance
Guinness Draught
Gabe: Honestly, I smell a bit of marzipan.
Dan: I don't smell anything.
Noah: Like spiced chocolate.
Smell
Gabe: As black as Landon's eyes will be.
Dan: Black, with a tint of red.
Noah: Well stained mahogaoney.
Taste
Dan: Actually quite watery.
Gabe: Watery, not good.
Noah: Watery, I'm not a fan. It is so dark but surprisingly bleh.
Overall
Noah: Not for me.
Gabe: I studied abroad so naturally I know how much better it is from the tap.
Dan: Drain pour!!

Guinness Harp Lager 
Apperance 

Dan: Keystone Light
Noah: A golden haze, like fields of barley at sunset.
Gabe: Like my urine in morning after a hard night of drinking.
Smell
Dan: Smells like natty light.
Noah: A frat house Sunday morning.
Gabe: A tingling sensation of hops.
Taste
Dan: This is ok for a lager, there is something here I can appreciate.
Gabe: This isn't as  bad as I remember.
Noah: Not terrible.
Overall
Dan: I assumed this would be the worst of the night, but this has surprised me with its quality.
Gabe: Tastes like any other beer, might as well buy American.
Noah: Ordinary.
A Rudy Irish Man

Black Lager
Apperance
Dan: Like the draught.
Noah: I'm confused. Less stained mahogooney
Gabe: Nutty brown.
Smell
Dan: nothing
Noah:Scent of a wooomen
Gabe: os coocoo for coocoocroosps
Taste 
Dan: A confusing taste for me, it is as if we mixed the Draught at the lager.
Noah: Scummy and weird
Gabe: Lowest common denominator 
Overall
Dan: Whatever.
Noah: Nothing to write home about, ad campaign sux.
Gabe: I'm so black and tan, lazy people get at this.

Guinness XXXtra Stout
Apperance:
Dan: Like a raspberry smoothie
Guinness: XXXtra Stout
Noah: Like Gabe, mo plz
Gabe: Fairly dark.
Smell
Dan: Smells like something.
Noah: Once it gets close to my nose I start to smell something.
Gabe: I'm just so glazed over.
Taste
Dan: Molasses
Noah: A metallic finish
Overall
Dan: Guinness' finest
Noah: My favorite this week
Gabe: If guinness, but xxxtra stout. Definitely takes time to drink.

OYSTER Stout
Appearance
Cloister the Pokemon
Dan: Extremely dark.
Noah: I luv ruddy Irish men.
Ben: Like the color of an oyster.
Gabe: DARK.
Smell 
Dan: Like weird Thai food.
Noah: Guiness and a cookie.
Gabe: Cough.
Ben: Not bad.
Taste: 
Dan: I like it, there is something there.
Noah: It didn't revolutionize my pallet.
Gabe: Subtle.
Ben: ...
Overall
Dan: There is something unique and unusual here to enjoy. Like a movie with a cult following.*
Gabe: Don't Fear the Reaper bro.
Noah: Not worth the price tag.
                                                                       


*This is a clever reference to BLUE OYSTER CULT



7/15/12

The Gr8 Irish Potato Famine



This here is the story of the Food Justice House and their week of eating nothing but Potatoes.


The Lads. From Left to Right: Gabe, Ben, Dan, and the boy Noah

Chapter 1. Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a house of three young lads living along Stratford road in  Monaghan and these lads that were living along the Stratford road met a nicens little noodleboy named baby Gagoo...He was a strange boy Gagoo.   

That summer the Monaghan land had tested Gagoo and the lads. Famine and sickness were no strangers to the boys, but they had prevailed much to their strong mental fortitude.  This week would prove to be one of the toughest for them. Daniel was a hale old man with a well tanned skin, rugged features and white side whisker, but even the wily 51% Irishmen could only take so much of this.


Their diet was liberal on portions of potatoes, but an eclectic variety it was not. This would be their diet, listed (for your convenience) in order of abundance: 
1. Potatoes 
2. Cabbage
3. Buttermilk
4. Salt
5. Butter
6. Herring
7. Milk

At the end of the week the lads had decided they would feast, but until that day came they would not waver from their regiment. For Gagoo, hardened by many a Russian winter, this would present no challenge, but the rest were tenderfoots. It was only the idea of a character shaping experience that beckoned to them...