The Impossible Girl Takes A Stand

Kim Boekbinder, A.K.A. The Impossible Girl, recently went public with her innovative and potentially paradigm shifting take on the future of live performances.  I, for one, think this is a fantastic idea.  And a concept I have a few thoughts of my own on, as well.   See below for her revolutionary pre-sold tour concept:

A few weeks ago I played a concert in Portland, Oregon which was attended by exactly 18 people. After everyone else got paid, I made exactly $12.50 USD. I know that independent musicians all over the world play to empty rooms all the time. I’ve played to quite a few myself. But the thing about me is that: I’m actually famous.

I’m not hugely famous, most people have never heard of me. But I have fans, amazingly supportive fans, all over the world. I raised $20,000 to record my album, then I raised $17,000 to make an animated music video with my collaborators Molly Crabapple and Jim Batt. So I know there are lots of people out there who like what I do. Which is why playing to an empty room on a Saturday in a town that knows who I am is just really sad. So I took my $12.50 USD and bought myself a few shots of whiskey. Luckily the price of whiskey in Portland is pretty low and I managed to get terrifically, yet lucidly, inebriated. In that state I had an epiphany, one that redefines the concept of touring. . . 

Nightfall of Diamonds

This blog has been unforgivably barren of late.  Thankfully, my pal Mezlo decided to pick up the slack.  Hit the jump to read him review a DSO show we recently attended and weigh in on the value of tribute bands in general.  

Upwards To The Vanguard

The FLAMING LIPS have been heralded as one of the essential bands to see live before you die.  Last weekend in St. Augustine, they defended that banner and then some.  Click the Jump for some photos from the show.

Throwin’ Sand on the Floor

The Never Ending Tour is on its way to Purgatory.  Tomorrow night, I’ll be spending the evening with Bob Dylan at the Leon County Civic Center in what I’m sure is the first decent show booked in that would-be monster truck milieu since I moved to Tallahassee.  I was beginning to think there was nothing civil about the Civic Center or its patrons. (see what I did there... ).  Alas, after two years of reading the gaudy marquee with disdain and cursing the venue’s promoters for booking events likes: Monday Night Raw, the country-pop “sensation" of the season, lame/commercial off-Broadway productions (that means you "Legally Blonde: The Musical") and various other red-necky gigs, my restraint in not whole-heartedly praying for an air strike on the building paid off.  In a not uncharacteristic bout of spontaneity, the self proclaimed “song and dance man” scheduled five stops in Florida, one of them in my backyard.  Read more about the show after the jump.

How 'bout A Revolution . . .

Had a blast in Jax Beach this weekend, punctuated by a top-notch O.A.R. concert at the St. Augustine Amphitheatre [sic].

In my humble [cough] opinion, St. Augustine is a great place to catch a show, but I'd be remiss not to mention how bands sometimes treat their stops in the "Oldest City" as tune-ups for bigger and better venues in South Florida.  Not so with O.A.R.