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    <subtitle>THE NATIONAL DINONAUT is an internet based magazine blending video, photography and writing to examine the mostly true history of the world at large. Based out of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, Fredrick R. Arnold III examines local neighborhoods, occasionally uncovering the forgotten. Almost everything enclosed here is true.</subtitle>
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    <title>David Bowie Tributon, Part 1 - Market Market, Rosendale, NY</title>
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    <published>2010-03-09T22:50:14Z</published>
    <updated>2010-03-09T23:47:21Z</updated>

    <summary>First of all, let me welcome Rosendale, NY back to the world of the living. A torrential snowstorm managed to sever, not just Rosendale, but a large portion of the Hudson Valley&apos;s connection to the outside world via the internet...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/4784A9BC4132C66F&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/4784A9BC4132C66F&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="385" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div>First of all, let me welcome Rosendale, NY back to the world of the living. A torrential snowstorm managed to sever, not just Rosendale, but a large portion of the Hudson Valley's connection to the outside world via the internet or even power in some of the more desperate areas. Here in New Paltz I was temporarily disconnected from the internet, too, if just for an evening. <a href="http://www.marketmarketcafe.com/">Market Market</a>, which managed to avoid, for the most part, the wrath of the storm, quickly adapted to host the refugees from the community. With the<a href="http://www.rosendalecafe.com/"> Rosendale Cafe</a> out of&nbsp;commission, and most of Main Street in the dark, its no surprise that the Market should turn into a bustling internet cafe. The biggest problem with accessing the only connection in town, is that you're not the only one without. No one is sending you facebook messages or shooting friendly emails. In fact, when you get buried under so many inches of bitter, slushy snow there's not a whole lot to do anywhere.<div><br /></div><div>Well, there wouldn't have been, save for, once again, Market Market's intervention. Six-some-weeks ago it was decided that the third Tributon would honor the prolific David Bowie, and the date decided on happened to be the same weekend of our ill fated weather. But as they say, the show must go on, and after a week of hibernation, everyone was eager and excited to get out of the house and be merry and entertained. Just as we had seen with the <a href="http://nationaldinonaut.com/2010/01/prince-tributon---market-market-rosendale-ny.html">Prince Tributon</a>, it seemed that just about everyone in the city came out to enjoy; among those in attendance were <a href="http://www.carlarozman.com/">Carla Rozman</a> and John Cox, who spearheaded the evening with a lovely number set to the tune of&nbsp;Suffragette City. Carla, who was also the host of the evening, kept things positively energetic and festive.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>The growth seen between the Madonna and Prince Tributons continued tenfold for the Bowie event, and because of this I've had to split the set for my own mental health. Embedded in the playlist above you'll find a treasure trove of goodies from the first couple performers of the evening. Brian and Alan Macaluso, AKA The <a href="http://tech-smiths.com/">Techsmiths</a>, did a lovely tribute to a tribute to David Bowie by covering 'Bowie's in Space' from Flight of the Conchords. Jude Roberts brought his golden pipes to the Tributon and rallied some lovely back-up girls for his covers. John Wirtz, who I met for the first time at the door just shy of 9pm, did a soulful rendition of 'Five Years', the song that finally made me a believer in Bowie's songwriting.</div><div><br /></div><div>John Cox, who came into my life like a whirlwind with a miniature blue piano, played a couple songs that conjure up memories of campfire sing-a-longs (Lady Stardust, which was the first song he's performed in public in years, was removed out of respect to Cox's request, though if you're wondering it was quite wonderful). After a short break for technical reconfiguring, <a href="http://waynemontecalvo.com/">Wayne Montecalvo</a> went up to perform the most avant and deconstructed covers of the evening. Using a voice modification box of some sort he gave us a seriously unique 'Panic in Detroit' and, with the help of John Wirtz, followed up with TVC15.</div><div><br /></div><div>Like I said, the set list for the evening was massive, so you'll have to wait a while to see the conclusion. In the meantime I'd like to remind everyone of some other great stuff happening at Market Market between now and the April 10th Elvis Costello Tributon. This Friday, March 12, is <a href="http://web.me.com/jentrip/MM.WEBSITE/Market_Market/Entries/2010/2/17_MARCH_12TH_THIS_AINT_YOUR_MAMAS_KARAOKE_%E2%80%A2_FREE.html">Karaoke night</a>, and Saturday is the R&amp;B stylings of We Must Be. John Cox will be hosting Market Market's first Open Mic Night on Wednesday March 31st, and Wayne Montecalvo and I are hosting a <a href="http://nationaldinonaut.com/2010/03/video-video-market-market.html">community film fest</a> on Friday, April 9th, which is still accepting submissions (So <a href="mailto:videovideo.mm@gmail.com">submit</a>, dammit). For other listings, check the events calendar at Market Market's webpage, or stop in at 1 Madeline Lane off RT 32 in Rosendale NY.</div>]]>
        
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    <title>Video Video @ Market Market</title>
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    <published>2010-03-05T01:40:48Z</published>
    <updated>2010-03-05T02:43:20Z</updated>

    <summary>Market Market is the pulse of Rosendale, NY. To a community composed primarily of artists and artistically inclined professionals, a place like the Market is essential; a place to blow off creative steam. From the host of local musicians who...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://nationaldinonaut.com/assets_c/2010/03/projection copy-27.html" onclick="window.open('http://nationaldinonaut.com/assets_c/2010/03/projection copy-27.html','popup','width=879,height=1104,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"><img src="http://nationaldinonaut.com/assets_c/2010/03/projection copy-thumb-450x565-27.jpg" width="450" height="565" alt="VV" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0 20px 20px 0;" /></a><a href="http://www.marketmarketcafe.com/">Market Market</a> is the pulse of Rosendale, NY. To a community composed primarily of artists and artistically inclined professionals, a place like the Market is essential; a place to blow off creative steam. From the host of local musicians who take up residence on the weekends (great live shows are booked for <a href="http://web.me.com/jentrip/MM.WEBSITE/Events.html">every weekend this month</a>, starting&nbsp;Saturday&nbsp;night with Super 400 &amp; Shana Falana), the monthly Karaoke, and the ever popular Tributon events. Market Market has played host to rock shows, birthday parties, upcoming open mic nights (starting March 31, hosted by the fabulous John Cox), even book readings - and in April it will also play host to artists who deal in the world of film.</span><div><br /></div><div><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"></span>A friend and loyal customer of Market Market, <a href="http://waynemontecalvo.com/">Wayne Montecalvo</a>, first mentioned that he had at some time and place played host to a film festival. Immediately I thought of Market Market, and the projector Jen had talked so much about. Within the hour we had hammered out a plan to organize such an event, and the next day it was okay'd by Jen Constantine and here we are.</div><div><br /></div><div>So what exactly does that mean to you? Well, if you live in Rosendale, or the surrounding areas, it means you send me your video - three minutes in legth, thereabouts - and Wayne and I curate a wonderful event showcasing the overwhelming creativity of the wonderful people who live here. If you would like to be a part of this, great! You can submit one of two ways, or both, but that seems a bit redundant. Simply bring your video, in your preferred medium, on a CD or DVD to Market Market Cafe in Rosendale, at the corner of Madeline Lane and RT32, or email a link for DOWNLOAD to <a href="mailto:videovideo.mm@gmail.com">videovideo.mm@gmail.com</a>. That simple!<br /><div><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><br /></span></div></div>]]>
        
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    <title>Day of Ruin</title>
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    <published>2010-02-26T04:28:20Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-26T05:17:34Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[As I comb through the thousands of photographs I took during the summer of 2006, I'm explicitly&nbsp;drawn to one conclusion: my life was pretty rad. Though I had experienced a lot of turbulence during the rest of the year, for...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9747579&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=ffffff&amp;fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9747579&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=ffffff&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></object><br /></div><div><br /></div>As I comb through the thousands of photographs I took during the summer of 2006, I'm explicitly&nbsp;drawn to one conclusion: my life was pretty rad. Though I had experienced a lot of turbulence during the rest of the year, for that 3 month period between the beginning of June and the end of August, I had, easily, the most fun I've ever had in my life. I had the most friends I've ever had at any given point (perhaps even more than all the friends I've ever had at any other given point in my life, combined), and I routinely, as in, daily, found adventures and had people to adventure with. I went South to right a wrong, I celebrated music on a grand scale on more than one&nbsp;occasion, I visited New York City for the first time in my life, and I went to Athens, Georgia with three total strangers.<div><br /></div><div>Seriously, life was rad. My petty responsibilities at Taco Bell allowed me plenty of time to enjoy the beautiful summer days with beautiful people. Of course there was always a date circled in red on the calendar in my brain that marked the day I was finally leaving Corning, New York for what I had only assumed were greener pastures: Purchase College. How likely that, during the most wonderful summer of my life, I'd pack my shit and leave for a place that would host, hands down, the worst year of my adult life. But still, if nothing else, I got out of Corning, NY and if I died tomorrow at least people would know I didn't die in Corning.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, at the time, when I looked towards the future I didn't see the dark clouds that would eventually obscure my blue skies, I just saw a vast and empty plain in which anything could be waiting. It was an infinite opportunity, and I was happy to welcome the change. I was packing my life away and leaving my home with my best friend for something that promised a better life down the road. Not wanting to leave without having something to show for my golden summer, a few of my friends and I put our heads together to produce something grand. Kyle Atkinson, who was a prized member of my extended family, is an aspiring film maker and was more than happy to hold a camera and tell us what to do. I guess they call that directing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, we had an idea about a guy who has a really shitty day, and essentially that's all we had - which accounts for maybe the first 3 minutes of the movie, which we aptly titled 'Day of Ruin'. I played a schmuck who loses his job and gets stuck on an incredible journey of bad luck. Along the way he gets involved with his no-good cousin Ronnie, a character played by Elijah Kull. He easily stole the show with his fresh-out-of-prison attitude and his hostages and whatnot. Once my character was expelled from Ronnie's car, we had exhausted our scripted material, but felt that the story hadn't been told in it's entirety. The day hadn't been exceptionally bad, and Ronnie hadn't been used to the best of his potential. But where else could we go with it?</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, Kyle followed me around with a camera until the sun went down, and we pretty much got one more scene out of the day. I seem to recall something about Elijah bearing down on me with his car in the tunnel on the bike path, but maybe I'm making that up. Anyways, our filming schedule was segmented by my whirlwind Popfest journey (and a haircut, but you can barely tell), and when I got back our take on the movie was entirely different. We felt as if we had taken the 'bad day' motif as far as it was going to go, and let the movie film itself organically. We grabbed a handful of a friends and enlisted their help for one marathon day of filming at a park near Chazland.</div><div><br /></div><div>Adrian LaDelia was recruited to play an&nbsp;adversary&nbsp;to Ronnie. During the shooting we were calling him a gremlin, which helped shape his actions and mannerisms, but when all was said and done, he turned out to just be an old friend who had borrowed a watch for, perhaps, too long. I think my best acting is the scene with Corey Mattison, which was all done in one take and completely&nbsp;unrehearsed. That, or the look on my face when Ronnie snaps Miranda's neck. Ironically she had a broken back at the time. I think we were blessed to have had access to a bunch of nerds who wear full camo and kevlar vests to shoot at each other with airsoft rifles. That sequence with the guns is one of my favorites.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can never really tell if this movie is funny, though, to anyone who wasn't directly involved. The boss, Mr. Fett, is one of the most brilliant inventions of our generation. To speak only in Boba Fett quotes from Star Wars, subtitled with what he truly means to say, or the fact that he breaks the rule to call the protagonist a douchebag kills me. The final scene where he&nbsp;absconds&nbsp;with Corey's severed hand in his empty briefcase (save for a solitary paper clip) was mean to play after the credits. Kyle always does the best credits. There is no good&nbsp;explanation&nbsp;for that scene, but even Alex Straight, who was the stand-in for Mr. Fett at the end, couldn't keep from laughing during the filming.</div><div><br /></div><div>Though the film seems abandoned, it is all a representation of how time creates and destroys. We had to premiere the film before we left for Purchase, and that time came faster than we expected. The audio was meant to be overdubbed during the car scene and adjusted during the chase scene. While only two scenes were soundtracked, it was meant to prominently feature Seal's Kiss From a Rose at some point. The exposure for a lot of the day shots were too bright, and the plot didn't exactly gel like we expected. But still, this is something I revisit ever-so-often and every time I do, I'm overwhelmed with pride and a longing to surround myself with all the lovely people who made this possible. Hopefully it translates well to something other people can enjoy, without being a part of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>By the way, you can enjoy some behind the scenes photos <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CaptainDiv/DayOfRuinFinale#">here!</a></div>]]>
        
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    <title>PXL: Everyplace to See and Everything to Know about New York City</title>
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    <published>2010-02-09T14:39:24Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-09T14:49:11Z</updated>

    <summary>Truth be told, I finished this video last week, and had it uploaded for a while now. I guess it&apos;s just strange to write about it. I went in to the city a couple weeks ago with my friend Eric...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l4w-jG8QLJ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l4w-jG8QLJ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></object><br /></div><div><br /></div>Truth be told, I finished this video last week, and had it uploaded for a while now. I guess it's just strange to write about it. I went in to the city a couple weeks ago with my friend Eric Stern because I was having&nbsp;withdraws. I missed the abundant, cheap ethnic food, the waves of people who couldn't care either way what you're doing with an odd camera pointed at them, the busy, dirty streets. I missed my old neighborhood in Brooklyn. I missed it all. So when he dropped me off in Chelsea, I walked from there to Greenwich village, and from there to Chinatown, and from there to Union Square. I even went to Queens to visit my friend Abe at the bar he runs in Long Island City, Dutch Kills. He made me the best ginger ale I've ever tasted.<div><br /></div><div>I guess I was most excited about getting back to Williamsburg. I was dreaming of stuffing myself full of arepas and then buying tons of records at Academy. When I showed up the following morning it was more of a let down than anything. All the gaudy developments that were still under construction are now glistening eye-sores. There are countless shiny new store fronts and the freelancers are all gone. Williamsburg&nbsp;operates now as just another Manhattan extension off the L train. I didn't walk over to South Second, I didn't want to know if it's still little Puerto Rico. If the Potato Cafe was gone, I didn't wan't to see.</div>]]>
        
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    <title>Prince Tributon - Market Market, Rosendale NY</title>
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    <id>tag:nationaldinonaut.com,2010://1.49</id>

    <published>2010-01-13T15:13:57Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-13T16:02:42Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[ So indulge me, if you will, as I do what I do every Friday evening through Monday afternoon (and any random&nbsp;occasion&nbsp;that it seems appropriate in between); sing the praises of Market Market. If you live in the Hudson Valley...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/6DFAF0D1702EB3D1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/6DFAF0D1702EB3D1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="385" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So indulge me, if you will, as I do what I do every Friday evening through Monday afternoon (and any random&nbsp;occasion&nbsp;that it seems appropriate in between); sing the praises o<font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; "><b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 0.8em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">f</span></font> </b></font><a href="http://www.marketmarketcafe.com/"><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; "><b>Market Market</b></font></a>. If you live in the Hudson Valley you probably already know about it in some capacity, either as that delightful little cafe off 32, or as that building that was, at some point in time, the Springtown Green Grocer. For those of you outside of the Hudson Valley, where ever you might be, this information is good to know in case you ever come North from New York City and begin to have a panic attack. MKTx2 can help. So let me just take a moment to say that the humble little building on the corner of Madeline Lane and Route 32 is, in fact, not the Springtown Green Grocer, nor has it been for nearly 3 years. It is, in reality, the<font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; "> <b>premier purveyor of excellent foods</b></font> in the greater New Paltz/Rosendale/High Falls area. Not only is the day to day menu solid and inviting, but the weekly specials are off the charts. From <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">massive </font></b>portions of organic, free-range chicken to delicious scallops with polenta, the food at <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Market Market</font></b> is simply unrivaled. So when you're hungry on Friday night, think outside Main Street and enjoy an awesome dinner at <font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; "><b>Market Market</b></font>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not only does MKTx2 have killer food, but it's just straight up a cool place. Case in point, the <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Tributon</font></b>. Now, pretty much every weekend <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Market Market</font></b> has live entertainment of some breed, be it local or touring musicians, or <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">monthly </font></b>events like <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Jazz night</font></b> (first Tursday of every month) or <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Karaoke </font></b>(3rd Friday of every month), but a couple months back it hosted what turned out to be it's biggest event, <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Tributon </font></b>- a night of covers performed by local musicians, dedicated to the collective works of one artist. The first round was Madonna, and half of Rosendale turned out to see it. Last Saturday was round two, a night dedicated to the music of Prince. Now I can say I'm no large fan of either of these spotlighted musicians, but I'm a huge fan of everything that happened both nights.</div><div><br /></div><div>From the haunting opening by <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Kelleigh Mckenzie</font></b> with her banjo and amplified stomps; the dirty lyrics of Prince in contrast with her sweet face straight through to the techno-beat dance party that it ended with, care of <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Michael Truckpile</font></b>. Throughout it was a steady mixture of funny and sincere, with acts like <font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; "><b>Julie Novak</b></font> and her lounge rendition of Raspberry Beret and <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Altar Egos</font></b> who sum up "So a nun and a rabbi walk into this bar..." and deliver a sermon via Prince's '7', or tender moments like <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Chris Kelly</font></b> performing 'Under the Cherry Moon' (during which I was horrified to find that the crowd was a steady hum of chatter), and <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Market Market</font></b>'s own <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Lara Hope</font></b>, who, as per usual, learned her song 20 minutes before the performance, though I challenge you to find even a single flaw.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, I caught almost the entire set with my camera, save a few where the audio was shot or at the end when a girl named <font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; "><b>Anna </b></font>snuck on stage to sing 'Nothing Compares 2 U'. Since it was so dark that night I had to use nightshot, which is why everything is grainy and black and white, though it does have a pleasing artsy-fartsy sort of thing to it. If you weren't there, that's a shame, but there's good news! The third <font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; "><b>Tributon </b></font>is coming on<font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; "><b> February 27th</b></font>, featuring the music of <b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">David Bowie</font></b>. If you want to sign up to perform, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Rosendale-NY/Market-Market/44695938601"><b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">contact Jen</font></b></a>, if you want to attend, just bring yourself and come early to enjoy some dinner.</div>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Winter Retrospective: A Brief Summer-y</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nationaldinonaut.com/2009/12/winter-retrospective-a-brief-summer-y.html" />
    <id>tag:nationaldinonaut.com,2009://1.48</id>

    <published>2009-12-31T07:13:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-31T08:13:23Z</updated>

    <summary>I do a lot of filming; pretty much everywhere I go I have my camera at hand. Sometimes you just don&apos;t have enough substance to make a movie, though. So what happens then? Typically if I don&apos;t have enough to...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Fredrick</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFL6q9xkJOE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFL6q9xkJOE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></object><br /></div><div><br /></div>I do a lot of filming; pretty much everywhere I go I have my camera at hand. Sometimes you just don't have enough substance to make a movie, though. So what happens then? Typically if I don't have enough to work with when I get home, I just delete it. Sometimes I keep it around, and it floats around forever (like this beautiful footage of a running fire hydrant I took in Greenwich Village last winter). However, some moments are too precious to condemn to the recycling bin, and over the summer I collected quite a few of them.<div><br /></div><div>Recently someone posted a short movie from Jon Anzalone's Bastille Day party, and it got me thinking about last summer and all the random moments I had recorded but done nothing with. For instance, the might and symbolic Bastille that Whitney and Miranda spent all day crafting, only to be squashed by the French Revolution (played here by Jon). That day I dug a pit, which was easily large enough to bury someone in, and spent a large portion of my day scooping handfuls of gritty Brooklyn sand and shards of glass from my spacious hole.</div><div><br /></div><div>And though I was in a new place, it was hard feeling free. The confines of the MTA were behind me, and wide open roads were all around, but all I had to travel on was a bike. This suited me fine in Brooklyn, considering I could ride it anywhere I needed it. Here it's 15 miles between here and the next thing, 30 miles to anything interesting. The bike will take you pretty far, but as a means of transportation, it doesn't work effectively. On Rt-299, which I rode to the end of and back, I found a castle set back in the woods, which, apparently was a private residence. There were signs all over saying it was private property, but such signs are not applicable when you live in a fucking castle.</div><div><br /></div><div>In another attempt to get out in the world, I spent the day with my dear friends Kathleen Vecchia and Erin Boylan, who is the heir to the Boylan's soda fortune. We went to Kingston to&nbsp;rendezvous&nbsp;with a friend of theirs from Purchase, but had a lot of time to kill in the meantime so we checked out the waterfront in East Kingston. From the inside of a ramshackle building to the deserted shores of what used to be a brick factory, we wandered about and took in the sights. I guess we weren't supposed to be there, I hear it's a bad neighborhood, but whatever. We survived.</div><div><br /></div><div>Closer to home I was able to find adventure, too, be it on the trails surrounding New Palts or out at Ian Cronin's mother's swank cabin in Esopus. What was supposed to be a weekly ritual stands alone as one of my most cherished moments when my ex co-workers from The Grey Dog's Coffee got together in the Hudson Valley to make dinner and play music (both of which I didn't help much with, but certainly enjoyed to products of). Abe Hawkins and The Don were also there, which was lovely because I adore them both.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now if only it wasn't negative 1,000,000 out I could have some fun...</div><div><br /></div><div>Music by The Donkeys</div>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Oh, my nutsack: An Evening with Scrottum</title>
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    <id>tag:nationaldinonaut.com,2009://1.47</id>

    <published>2009-12-07T15:05:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-07T15:16:29Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[ Live from the 1st Annual Bearded&nbsp;Gentleman's&nbsp;Soirée, Ithaca, NY based duo performs a showcase of their crude-humor driven music.Playlist:Act one1. resilience2. girls take dumps and fart3. teabag you4. kids suck at singing5. showing it to tim&nbsp;Act two1. oh my nutsack2....]]></summary>
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        <name>Fredrick</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;"><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/7B3931FDD57B1E70&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/7B3931FDD57B1E70&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="385" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></object></div><div><br /></div><div>Live from the 1st Annual Bearded&nbsp;Gentleman's&nbsp;Soirée, Ithaca, NY based duo performs a showcase of their crude-humor driven music.</div><div><br /></div><div><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;">Playlist:</blockquote><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;">Act one</blockquote><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"></blockquote><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, sans-serif; ">1. resilience</span></blockquote><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal; "><p>2. girls take dumps and fart<br />3. teabag you<br />4. kids suck at singing<br />5. showing it to tim<span __wave_xml="1. resilience&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;2. girls take dumps and fart&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;3. teabag you&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;4. kids suck at singing&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;5. showing it to tim" __wave_annotations="" class="__wave_paste"></span><span>&nbsp;</span></p></span></span></font></blockquote><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"></blockquote><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="arial, sans-serif">Act two</font></blockquote><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"></blockquote><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal; "><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "></span></p><p>1. oh my nutsack<br />2. you've got a friend<br />3. local cheeseburger<br />4. anti-arachnid<br />5. port royal on the rocks<br />6. our trip to pizza hut<span __wave_xml="1. oh my nutsack&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;2. you've got a friend&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;3. local cheeseburger&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;4. anti-arachnid&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;5. port royal on the rocks&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;6. our trip to pizza hut" __wave_annotations="" class="__wave_paste"></span><span>&nbsp;</span></p></span><p></p></span></font></blockquote><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="arial, sans-serif">Act three</font></blockquote><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"></blockquote><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, sans-serif; ">1. meat licked</span></blockquote><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="arial, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><p>2. car farts<br />3. dog's talon<br />4. nutsack in the desert<br />5. gospel<br />6. one man's trash<br />7. down south necrophiliac<span __wave_xml="1. meat licked&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;2. car farts&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;3. dog's talon&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;4. nutsack in the desert&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;5. gospel&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;6. one man's trash&lt;line&gt;&lt;/line&gt;7. down south necrophiliac" __wave_annotations="" class="__wave_paste"></span><span>&nbsp;</span></p></span></font></blockquote><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="arial, sans-serif">Finale</font></blockquote><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; 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<entry>
    <title>What a Concept: Top 10 Concept Albums</title>
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    <id>tag:nationaldinonaut.com,2009://1.46</id>

    <published>2009-11-25T21:51:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-27T04:15:06Z</updated>

    <summary>With the advent of recorded music came a phenomenal revolution, and the birth of an entire industry. What, before, was an art more akin to a verbal history of passed down stories or dusty tomes of hymns and prayers became...</summary>
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        <name>Fredrick</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">With the advent of recorded music
came a phenomenal revolution, and the birth of an entire industry. What,
before, was an art more akin to a verbal history of passed down stories or
dusty tomes of hymns and prayers became a form of self expression and mystery.
The world leapt at the opportunity to catalog the songs floating around and
distribute them to people who didn't have access to great musicians. Once
established, the music industry introduced the masses to the idea of the
single. This was marketing more than art, but there was, above all, an art to
the marketing. Bands were acquired as a resource and used until depleted. </p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">But there was an oddball factor to
the equation - the album. As opposed to the single, which featured a popular
radio tune on one side of a 45 backed with another less popular B-side tune
that often amounted to little more than filler. An album expanded this
relationship, collecting a series of singles comingled with various fluff
pieces and b-sides. For the most part, early albums were chaotic discs produced
without concern for flow or staying power; they were simply a means of
collecting songs produced solely for radio play in one easy place for consumers
to purchase. This was a tumultuous period of the musical industry driven by a lust
for money and the readiness of musicians to exploit themselves for the love of
their craft, or, for their own monetary gain.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">While some bands, by the nature of
their subject matters, were able to produce albums that seemed somehow
cohesive, it wasn't until people began making music with the album in mind that
the industry stepped back from the cacophony of the single - just a step, mind
you, as popular music today is still contingent upon the money brought in from
singles, still, a step is a step. Once artists began to think of the album as a
blank canvas as opposed to a collage was it a viable means of musical expression.
Expanding the world view beyond 7 inches unlocked the deepest creativity in
artists who were still searching for their place in the world and well
established artists alike. Of course, once the album was looked at in this
respect it only seemed natural that song writers would see this as an
opportunity to create story book albums that carried out an objective of theme
throughout the duration of the LP.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Thus the concept album was born,
and thus the concept album flourished. By writing, not just a song but an album,
artists were able to create unified music that had a beginning, middle, and an
end, much like the motifs of classical pieces. Through song craft contemporary
artists in the 60's were able to share narratives or discuss ideals through a
complete work of art, as opposed to making brief commentaries through singles.
Those who blazed the trails of concept work did so in such a remarkable ways
that those albums stand as testament to the entire catalog of the artist's
work. These albums are timeless, peerless, and consistently inspirational to
today's most impressive artists.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">I have compiled a list of my 10 favorite concept albums here. In the age of the iPod it's&nbsp;imperative&nbsp;to remember the power of the album, these following LP's should act as the gold standard for all aspiring songwriters.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;text-indent: 0.5in; "><a href="http://nationaldinonaut.com/2009/11/what-a-concept-top-10-concept-albums.html">Continue here...!</a></p>]]>
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normal"><span style="font-size:24.0pt;line-height:115%">10</span></b></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">The Beatles - Sgt.
Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>John
Lennon was so excited about what The Beatles had accomplished with <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Sgt. Pepper's</i> that he proclaimed that it
would be, for them, what <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Freak Out!</i>
was for Frank Zappa. Zappa, on the other hand, was convinced that the band had
exploited the hippy culture in order to sell records. This, in return, spurred
Zappa to make the album "<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">We're only in it
for the Money</i>"; the jacket of which features the most accurate parody of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Sgt. Pepper's</i> own artwork. Despite
Zappa's strong opinion of the albums debatable intentions, it still stands as a
landmark in the Beatles discography.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Aside
from the psychedelic influences and the many allusions that feed the mythos
surrounding Paul McCartney's mortality, the albums flows steadily through
narratives which boarder on mundane, all the while maintaining a whimsical magic.
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Sgt Pepper's</i> paints a period piece of
life in England in the late 60's and has been, since its release, a source of
infinite inspiration to musicians. Even today children are being exposed to the
Beatles and latching on to this album in particular. While it lacks a strong
lead, and doesn't have any of the most powerful singles in the Beatles catalog,
when taken as a whole, this album is as potent as most contemporary music
condensed to its purest form.</p>

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<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">Neutral Milk Hotel -
In the Aeroplane Over The Sea</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Though
I'm not a very avid fan of Neutral Milk Hotel or even of this album in
particular, its impact on independent music is immeasurable. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Aeroplane</i> came about at a tender moment
in the era of modern indie music. In the 1990's artists began a fight to
legitimize music that fell under the radar of the typical MTV watcher. While
the 'college music' genre flourished with acts like The Spin Doctors and Ween
leading the charge, this only amounted to so much, perhaps even reverting the
fight to some laughable adolescent romp. The inherent problem with labeling
independent music as 'college music' was the implication that it wasn't grown
up or mature. It was silly and ignorable, passed over in lieu of adult
alternative (which had the good fortune of being deemed mature; suitable for
grownups).</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Neutral
Milk Hotel demanded attention with their sophomore album, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:
normal">In The Aeroplane Over The Sea</i>, a collection of love songs written
from the heart of Jeff Mangum to Anne Frank with whom he holds a special
dedication for. It was undeniably mature and unmistakably lo-fi. There was
nothing that sounded like it on the radio, there was nothing that sounded like
it anywhere, and in one flawless motion this Athens, GA based band cemented its
place in history, and purified the waters of independent music. Though Jeff
Mangum has since become a recluse and the band has not put out an album since,
their credibility continues to carry them deeper into the hall of musical
heroes.</p>

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<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">Grandaddy - The
Sophtware Slump</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>I
really don't have much love for Californian music. It's a world I can't relate
to; one super long monotonous season, continuous beaches, smog clouds,
landslides, plastic people. I've been to California, and it sucks. I don't
really get along with Californian people very well, and I certainly don't want
to hear about the place in any of the music I listen to. As far as I'm
concerned L.A. couldn't be more different from NYC in terms of population,
location, public transportation, air breathability, and musically. Luckily Grandaddy
from Modesto, CA doesn't write songs for California, they hardly even feel like
songs for this planet.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Jason
Lytle pens songs like a science fiction writer, and unapologetically creates
alternate universes where space travel is simultaneously no big deal and the
biggest deal. It's easy to relate, somehow, to the worlds Lytle spins, even if
the protagonists are distant workers using satellite surveillance to feel close
to their families, or debaucherous robots who, like all of us, just want to
find someplace to belong. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Sophtware Slump</i>
is a largely underappreciated masterpiece that welcomes you in at the first
track and keeps you captivated until the end. It's like living another life in
48 minutes.</p>

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<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:
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<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">Love - Forever
Changes</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>I can't
imagine trying to record an album under circumstances where you believe that,
any day now, everyone will die. Even in these tumultuous times I can't fathom
walking around with that sort of fear always playing in the back of my mind.
Still, it was under these conditions that Love was able to produce its landmark
album. The 60's were a time where the musical scene was more fluid, finding it
hard to solidify with all the waves being made; revolutionary new genres were
being created every day, and classic music people never expected to fall out of
fashion were suddenly cast aside. But it wasn't just the music scene that had
these changes reverberating through them; it was the whole nation that was
experiencing revolutions on all fronts. Music seemed to follow suit.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">&nbsp; </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>So with
all this weighing heavily on the minds of Arthur Lee and Bryan MacLean, they
put together <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Forever Changes</i>, an
album that puts insecurity in the driver's seat and let it run free. What I
find so interesting about this album isn't the overbearing strangeness, but
it's accessibility in spite of this. To begin listening to this album with a
clear mind and jaded ears, you'd barely notice the macabre themes and the dark
lyrics, you would just chalk this up as another well executed late 60's psych
album. With the state of affairs in this day and age, it's surprising that this
album hasn't seen a widespread revival.</p>

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<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">David Bowie - The
Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>When I
was first introduced to the music of David Bowie by my college roommate and
best friend Elijah Kull, I was so put off that I wouldn't give it a chance.
Now, here my friend was presenting me with a science fiction glam rock concept
album about space and an apocalyptic future and I was so turned off by the
wailing voice of David Bowie that I wouldn't give it two seconds of my very
uneventful day. Those are all things I adore, and I was so stubborn that it
would be months before I gave it a chance.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Of
course <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Ziggy Stardust</i> is one of the
most popular concept albums ever produced, which is no surprise. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Ziggy Stardust</i> captures every element of
a concept album brilliantly; a sexually promiscuous protagonist from
outer-space turned rock star, a grim look at the future of humanity told
allegorically through a warning of the coming apocalypse, and the tragic
undoing of the main character by the evils of the rock and roll lifestyle he
came to embody. Though the opening track, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Five
Years</i>, is one of the most beautiful and without a doubt Bowie's best
songwriting, the album falls victim to awkward production. The music is very
layered, but the resulting sound is flat and tends to wash the intricacies out
of his effort.</p>

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<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:
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<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">The Kinks - The Kinks
Are the Village Green Preservation Society</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>No one
is better at crafting perfect concept albums than Ray Davies of The Kinks.
Davies has a way of exploring otherwise mundane facets of English life and
transforming them into masterful albums which seem more like musical case
studies of real people than they do songs about made up characters and
situations. Starting in 1966 The Kinks began working with the concept album with
Face to Face and carrying through with a host of other brilliant concept albums
like <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Arthur</i>, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:
normal">Lola</i>, the often overlooked <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Muswell
Hillbillies</i>, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Preservation: acts 1
&amp; 2</i>, and my personal favorite, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Village
Green Preservation Society</i>.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Village Green</i> is an introspective look
at the way the past actively affects the present by examining various
situations in which memories play a significant role in the decisions and
emotions of the present. With strong emphasis on the way time changes
relationships and tends to either magnify bad choices or erase sour memories, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Village Green</i> is one of the most
accurate explorations of the joy and remorse associated with nostalgia.</p>

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<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">Frank Zappa and the
Mothers of Invention - Freak Out!</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Freak Out</i>, aside from being the first
double-lp, is one of the greatest records in history. Finding inspiration from
the crumbling fabric of American life, a bad divorce, 50's doo-wop, and the
crooked politics of the Southern Californian music scene in the 60's, Frank
Zappa wrote, not just two, but four sides of music for his debut album. On the
inside of the record sleeve he printed all the sarcastic and bad reviews of his
music (which is tame by today's standards, but revolutionary then), including a
snippet from a DJ who wanted to make them famous like <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:
normal">The Turtles</i>, which is ironic considering that eventually Frank
Zappa would absorb two members from <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">The
Turtles</i> and put them to work making his offensive music.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>With
his special blend of cynicism and humor, Zappa painted a portrait of the
American Dream that was simultaneously skewed and crystal clear. It was his
harsh criticism of politics and society that challenged the minds of those
people who were living that dream and inspired those who weren't to greatness.
Zappa crawled around in the filth of the back alleys of L.A.'s music scene for
long enough to pick up ample material for his debut, and it was even this
material that lost the band their typical gigs as cover musicians at local
bars. Who wants to face reality through song when you can just listen to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Louie Louie</i>?</p>

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<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">Casper &amp; the
Cookies - The Optimist's Club</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>In the
interest of full disclosure, and for anyone who has spent any time on this
webpage before, I have to say that the good folks in C&amp;tC are dear friends
of mine, but it isn't my personal relationship with that that earns this album
a spot on my list. If I had never had the opportunity to meet Jason Nesmith,
Kay Stanton, or Jim Hix, I'd still be just as in love with this album as I am
today. The songs speak for themselves.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>When I
first moved to New York City the Optimist's Club was my constant companion. As
I learned the intricacies of the New York Subways and carefully mapped out the
twisted jumble of side streets that compose the greater portion of Greenwich
Village I always had this album playing on my iPod. While this album chronicles
so beautifully the way NYC presents itself to people from the rest of the
country, it also offers comfort in knowing that you're not the only one
struggling with the idea of being completely alone in a crowd. The impacts of
this album, and of the many, many live performances from the gang during this
era of their career, are invaluable in my life.</p>

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<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">The Flaming Lips -
Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>I often
contribute this album to the personal musical renaissance I experienced in my
life. Though I had begun to see the light sometime in 1998 when I first picked
up a copy of Modest Mouse's <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">This is a
Long Drive for Someone with Nothing to Think About </i>and the previous album
from the Flaming Lips, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">The Soft Bulletin</i>,
it wasn't until the release of 2002's <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Yoshimi</i>
that I found music infecting every detail of my life. It was then that music
became my constant companion.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>And it
wasn't simply the fact that it was the right album at the right time, Wayne
Coyne's lyrical mastery offered me life lessons and sympathy that resonates
still with my life to this very day. At every point in my life since this album
I have found a song here that speaks to me and offers fresh insight where I
previously hadn't noticed it. When I didn't know how a man decides what's right
for his own life, this album was here for me. When I needed help keeping myself
in the present, this album was here to remind me that all we have is now. When
I felt jinxed this album was there to tell me I'm not the only one to get
tricked into forgiving someone. I swear this album boarders on philosophy,
wrapped in a tight musical package.</p>

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<center><img src="http://nationaldinonaut.com/assets_c/concept/images/parade.jpg" width="500" height="500" /></center>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">of Montreal - The Gay
Parade</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>When I
was packing my shit for an extended trip to Tucson, Arizona, where I would
spend the next several months, I brought very few things. In my bag I brought
my clothes, all of which didn't fill a suitcase, a DVD copy of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">O Brother, Where Art Thou</i>, and of
Montreal's <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Gay Parade</i>. Somehow, this
seemed like enough.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>I was
first introduced to this album by my friend Max at the dawn of my interest in
vinyl records. We had both just started a collection and I would bring mine
down to his house so we could listen to them on the turntable he got for his
birthday. This was exciting; considering that at the time there was nowhere
near Corning to buy records, coming across good vinyl was like finding
treasure. I used to raid record stores in Buffalo and Rochester, and even found
a great one in Waverly (the New York half of the city, not the Pennsylvanian
half). Still, despite the fact that I would email record stores from as far
away as Texas to find rare records, most of my money went to Ebay and Insound,
with the occasional order to Tonevendor, who I actually preferred but didn't
always but wasn't always able to find what I needed. </p>

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digress, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Gay Parade</i> is a romp which
catalogs the lives several characters from all walks of life, which all seem to
culminate or cross paths in some way. This album, while much akin to the songwriting
of Ray Davies, is also a in a totally different category. The characters
created here are not portraits of any sort of modern life, but rather animated
cross sections of what might be real people or situations. You feel both joy
and empathy for these fictional beings as they expose their lives to the
listener. Instead of feeling like an anthropological survey, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Gay Parade</i> feels more like a comic book,
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    <title>1 YR NDSA: PXL ED.</title>
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    <id>tag:nationaldinonaut.com,2009://1.44</id>

    <published>2009-11-07T19:45:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-07T20:42:32Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[Over the last few weeks I've been avoiding the&nbsp;reoccurring&nbsp;messages in my inbox saying "AUTO RENEWAL FAILED" (namely because I have not had steady internet for the last few weeks), which detailed the fact that my hosting was about to expire...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[Over the last few weeks I've been avoiding the&nbsp;reoccurring&nbsp;messages in my inbox saying "AUTO RENEWAL FAILED" (namely because I have not had steady internet for the last few weeks), which detailed the fact that my hosting was about to expire and the card information they had on file was no longer current. At first I thought it was a convenient situation, since my mind wasn't made up to whether or not I was even going to continue to run this webpage. I have had moderate success sharing videos of live concerts and even just recently had the chance to debut my animated music video for <a href="http://www.casperfandango.com">Casper &amp; the Cookies</a>, but still I feel like the things that I was most proud of were the things no one really cared about; my epic <a href="http://nationaldinonaut.com/2009/01/exit-2008-episode-1---sundown-sunday.html">New Years trip to Athens, GA</a>, the <a href="http://nationaldinonaut.com/2009/06/chicago-pt-1-a-brief-cross-section-of-several-great-states.html">marathon trek to Chicago</a> and back in three days or less, or the monumental day we <a href="http://nationaldinonaut.com/2009/08/new-paltz-over-easy.html">concquered the Mohonk</a>.<div><br /></div><div>But instead of this I decided to bite the bullet and carry on. I like going on adventures, and sharing them with complete strangers makes me feel like I'm wandering with some sort of purpose. So I washed another 100-some-odd-dollars down the toilet and renewed. So I guess the world is stuck with another year of this nonsense.</div><div><br /></div><div>However, the good news, after over a year my PXL-2000 camera is finally functional. When I started this webpage it was with all intents to solely post PXL videos. Of course I'm glad that I've found other niches, but I'm also elated that I finally got this ancient piece of equipment up to speed with the modern world. I bought the camera back in Brooklyn and installed RCA jacks for audio and video out, so it could be recorded directly to digital format on a slave camera (aiptek). I soldered and altered and was pretty proud of myself, but still I couldn't get it to work. In the end it ended up just sitting around, a constant $80 reminder of my&nbsp;overzealous&nbsp;spending.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just recently while I was at <a href="http://marketmarketcafe.com/">Market Market</a> in Rosendale I mentioned the camera to a friend of mine who is savvy with the technical stuff, Brian Macaluso who runs <a href="http://tech-smiths.com/">a computer repair shop in New Paltz</a>, and he seemed pretty enthusiastic about it. So the next day I brought it by the shop and he took a look at it, instantly identifying that what was lacking was a ground wire. Just in case any of you&nbsp;amateurs&nbsp;out there are thinking of doing any circutry, just be aware that ground wires are important and cannot be neglected. In a second flat Brian soldered on a new ground and we were in business. The next day I rerouted it to run off one 9-volt instead of 6 AA batteries and took it outside.</div><div><br /></div><div>The footage is incredible; it's simultaneously beautiful and spooky. It's the kind of camera that you'd have with you if you ever saw a real life Bigfoot. Just defined enough to suggest that something is&nbsp;happening, but vague enough that you have to fill in the blanks. It flickers like old super 8 film, but circumvents the need for pricey developing and provides you with immediate review of your work. I just walked around for a while filming some stuff; old barns, Miranda, my cat Chip, a stream in the woods. This is basically just a test run, but it's worth checking out for sure. I still have a few glitches that need to be addressed with the camera, but once it's up and running expect more of this to come.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJVfNvJ_BYk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJVfNvJ_BYk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Music by Black Mold.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "></span></font></div>]]>
        
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    <title>Casper &amp; the Cookies - Little King</title>
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    <published>2009-10-28T17:36:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-28T20:46:35Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[So, pretty much one million years ago I was talking to my pal Jason Nesmith on the phone. Now this was back when he was finishing up production on Casper &amp; the Cookies' new album Modern Silence. For a while...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="400" height="265"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7302983&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=ffffff&amp;fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7302983&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=ffffff&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="265"></object><br /></div><div><br /></div>So, pretty much one million years ago I was talking to my pal <b>Jason Nesmith</b> on the phone. Now this was back when he was finishing up production on <a href="http://casperfandango.com/"><b>Casper &amp; the Cookies</b></a>' new album <b>Modern Silence</b>. For a while I had been thinking about doing some sort of animated video for them, and as the timing had worked out, I had just lost my job. I figured that drawing the same thing over and over hundreds of times per day seemed like an acceptable way to pass the time and offered to make a music video for the launch of the new album. He was elated and I was elated and everyone seemed to be onboard with the idea. Of course the only animating experience I had prior was several seconds of a pirate sword fight scribbled on tracing paper I did for fun back in High School.&nbsp;<div><br /></div><div>That was way back in February, and the goal was a finished product for the mid-May record release. That seemed like a reasonable deadline, so I began drawing with a panoramic of &nbsp;downtown <b>Athens, GA</b>. Before I knew it, two episode of Lost had elapsed and I hadn't even colored the damn scene. Of course that trial was followed by the concept of '<i>moving pictures</i>'. I found that when it came to making things move, I had no idea what I was doing. The next few days were dedicated to walk cycles, which seemed to challenge me in every aspect, from the arms to the legs. It just never added up. I was practicing with a lanky drawing of<b> Frank Zappa</b>, and when the gait was proper, the arms were out of sync, and somehow there were always extra frames in there. What the hell?</div><div><br /></div><div>The months went by, and, still jobless, I kept trucking on the music video. I remember a moment of reflection when I finally broke the <b>1 minute milemark</b>. I was thinking back to the beginning and it occurred to me that this project was entirely too big for me; I simply wasn't experienced enough and honestly I'm not much of an <i>artist</i>. I'd spend entire days trying to make these cartoon Cookies move around the way I thought they ought to, and often enough ended up <b>scrapping the entire days work</b> only to start anew the next day. It was tough work, no joke, and that deadline was fast approaching.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course the release of <b>Modern Silence</b> wasn't the only thing happening mid May, I was also <b><a href="http://nationaldinonaut.com/2009/05/bkln-moving.html">moving out of Brooklyn</a></b> around the same time. Of course I didn't have that pesky <i><b>employment </b></i>to worry about, but I was then splitting my time between the moving process and the animating process. The weekend before I moved the Cookies actually came through town to play a few shows. I felt entirely <b>guilty </b>for not sending them home with a finished product, but I was resolved to get it to them soon.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Upstate </b>was inspiring in a lot of ways, and <b>stifling </b>in many more. I worked hard on the project and the stuff I was doing looked a lot cooler than the stuff I had been doing. I started getting input from friends and started feeling a certain sense of pride. Once I finally got to the home stretch it all fell into place so quickly. The last hurdle I had to jump was the run cycles for, in my opinion, the most pivotal scene - <i>the hallway chase</i>. Once I finished the last frame of the last run cycle I resolved to never animate another (and I'm fairly certain this is something I can stick with). With the video finally completed, this is early October mind you, I excitedly let Jason know I was <b>done </b>and only had to convert the files to the proper format and send them along.</div><div><br /></div><div>Except nothing every goes that easily; my aging laptop couldn't deal with the stress of converting a massive avi file into a more&nbsp;manageable&nbsp;format and size, and none of the many, many <b>high end programs</b> I tried could provide me with closure. I was downloading everything that had any glimmer of hope and was let down every time. When I was about to unload the raw files on my friends and say "you deal with this", I tried one last solution - that crummy <b>Windows Movie Maker</b> program that comes pre-installed with Vista. It's bare-bones interface was easy on my resources and was able to, finally, put all the pieces of the puzzle together in a neat little package with very little quality lost in the translation. And with that, it was over.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't stress enough how important it is to me to share this wonderful band with the world, I would do just about anything to bring them the success they deserve and have worked so hard for. Of course I believe in them <b>100%</b>, which is why I set to do something so daft in the first place. In honor of the music video release, <a href="http://ymlp.com/zCwfho">The Cookies are having a massive sale</a> on their gorgeous <b>double 180 gram vinyl</b> release of Modern Silence. For <b>only $15</b> you can pick up this extremely limited record featuring an epic 18 tracks from J<b>ason Nesmith, Kay Stanton, and Jim Hix</b>, as well as a slew of Athens musicians on the closing track. For your own sake, I urge everyone to pick up one of these, or maybe even a couple.</div>]]>
        
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    <title>Celebration for the Rebirth of the Derelict Bridge</title>
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    <id>tag:nationaldinonaut.com,2009://1.42</id>

    <published>2009-10-18T00:26:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-18T00:37:17Z</updated>

    <summary>I have been pretty fascinated by the Poughkeepsie Bridge for a while now. It&apos;s that spooky looking rail bridge that runs adjacent to the Mid Hudson Bridge, if you&apos;ve been to Poughkeepsie, you know the one. So interesting is the...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NyRsSY8ceBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NyRsSY8ceBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></object><br /></div><div><br /></div>I have been pretty fascinated by the Poughkeepsie Bridge for a while now. It's that spooky looking rail bridge that runs adjacent to the Mid Hudson Bridge, if you've been to Poughkeepsie, you know the one. So interesting is the history and so peculiar it's construction, I even have it playing a pivotal role in the story I've been working on for ages now. Something great has happened to the bridge, though - it's been transformed from an intimidating skeleton to a <a href="http://walkway.org/">unique park</a> that spans the distance of one of our nations greatest rivers, The Hudson.<div><br /></div><div>I was there for the grand opening, and much to my surprise, as soon as I showed up a parade was&nbsp;beginning. Featuring a king's ransom of strange characters, from a unicycle brigade to a troupe of colorful aliens, the parade made its way across the 1.25 mile bridge. At the forefront was a wonderful discovery as well, an Eastern European gypsy folk band from Brooklyn, The Raya Brass Band. More on them later.</div>]]>
        
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    <title>All Tomorrow&apos;s Parties NY 2009: The Flaming Lips</title>
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    <published>2009-10-02T01:30:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-02T01:59:52Z</updated>

    <summary>When I was a young man I listened to a lot of garbage - the louder, the angstier, the better in my book. I latched on to any silly rock band that presented ironic, tortured music and thought to myself...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[When I was a young man I listened to a lot of garbage - the louder, the angstier, the better in my book. I latched on to any silly rock band that presented ironic, tortured music and thought to myself how great it was that there was at least one person out there that understood the way I felt. Well, then I grew the fuck up. I can't pinpoint exactly what changed, or what sparked my interest in musical talent and my subsequent aversion to self-pity, but I attribute most of it to the year 1998.<div><br /></div><div>Sometime there in the late 90's music got good for me, and as I proceeded to mature throughout high school it was these and other similar artists who became the backing bands to my daily routine. One of the most influential albums in my&nbsp;possession&nbsp;was Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots by The Flaming Lips. It was so whimsical and creative... It was flat out weird, in a completely unapologetic way. Even to this day the album continues to evolve and songs that once just sounded nice seem to be whispering new truths. With what was left of my childish&nbsp;naivety, I decided that Wayne Coyne would have to adopt me. I was raised without a father, and he doesn't have any kids - it just seemed to make sense. I wrote up a few drafts of carefully worded letters begging him to take me under his wing, but was unable to find the mailing&nbsp;address, so I put the dream on hold.</div><div><br /></div><div>Despite my fanatic devotion to the Lips, I never had the opportunity to see them live. The year I left to go to college they decided to play the New York State Fair for free, and even though I wasn't able to go, that was as close as I got. That is, until they decided to take on the task of curating the All Tomorrow's Parties festival in Monticello, NY. I scraped together some money and bought a ticket, and thought that perhaps I could meet with him after the show and join the family. As soon as the crowd started to clear, I waited until the security was distracted and snuck back stage. In a cold folding chair I waited patiently for Wayne to come by, which he surely would have to at some point. Finally I saw him coming down the hall, but as he approached I felt myself freeze, and when I walked on by I couldn't even muster the courage to say hi. I've met many of my musical heroes, but never have I felt so intimidated by someone before. I guess it just wasn't meant to be.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/12CB3F97AE54699B&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/12CB3F97AE54699B&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="385" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><div><b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Playlist:</font></b></div><div><ol><ol><li><font class="Apple-style-span" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 0.8em; ">Silver Trembling Hands</font></span></font></li><li>Yeah Yeah Yeah Song</li><li>Fight Test</li><li>Enthusiasm for Life Defeats Existential Fear</li><li>Convinced of the Hex</li><li>Vein of Stars</li><li>Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots</li><li>The W.A.N.D.</li><li>Do You Realize??</li></ol></ol></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div>A few notes about the set: Due to complications with my camera I was unable to record the set in it's&nbsp;entirety. For this I apologize. From what you can see here, which is a vast majority of the show, it was all very amazing. I would also like to take a moment to thank ehaw2000 who so graciously lent me a very nice audio recording of the show; without which these videos would be useless. I also want to take the time to thank his late friend Cary who passed away due to cancer. I guess it's important to live life while you can, right? Thank you both, and I hope everyone enjoys the show!</div>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>All Tomorrow&apos;s Parties NY 2009: Sufjan Stevens</title>
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    <id>tag:nationaldinonaut.com,2009://1.40</id>

    <published>2009-09-25T14:32:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-25T14:52:00Z</updated>

    <summary>Somewhere between Michigan and Illinois is an oft overlooked little gem known as Seven Swans. It is dismissed for various reasons, ranging from its strong religious overtones to it&apos;s lack of pop appeal, though those who can overcome these hurdles...</summary>
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        <name>Fredrick</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[Somewhere between Michigan and Illinois is an oft overlooked little gem known as Seven Swans. It is dismissed for various reasons, ranging from its strong religious overtones to it's lack of pop appeal, though those who can overcome these hurdles value the record as a true folk masterpiece. Seven Swans, though recorded&nbsp;simultaneously, was released after Sufjan started his lofty quest to dedicate a recording to each of the 50 states (a project which, even after 6 years, has only seen two states fulfilled).<div><br /></div><div>In the spirit of ATP, Sufjan announced he would be playing Seven Swans in it's entirety for his festival set, a record which he described as "early afternoon hangover special". The band performed in tacky oversized tie dyed t-shirts provided by the&nbsp;kitschy on-site gift shop.&nbsp;The playlist below offers the entire set, and in much better quality than the other videos floating around. Enjoy!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/3DBA3E890F40C5E4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/3DBA3E890F40C5E4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="385" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><div><b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Playlist:</font></b></div><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><div><ol><li><font class="Apple-style-span" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 0.8em; ">All the Trees of the Field will clap their hands</font></span></font></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; ">The Dress Looks Nice on You</span></li><li><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">In the Devil's Territory</span></font></li><li><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">To Be Alone with You</span></font></li><li><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Abraham</span></font></li><li><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Sister</span></font></li><li><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Size Too Small</span></font></li><li><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">We Won't Need Legs to Stand</span></font></li><li><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">A Good Man Is Hard to Find</span></font></li><li><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">He Woke Me Up Again</span></font></li><li><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Seven Swans</span></font></li><li><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000" face="sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">The Transfiguration</span></font></li></ol></div></blockquote></blockquote>]]>
        
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    <title>All Tomorrow&apos;s Parties NY 2009: Iron &amp; Wine</title>
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    <published>2009-09-22T02:37:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-22T13:06:06Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[ For over a decade ATP has been hosting massive music festivals all over the world. What started as a weekend day-camp style music festival in England, the brainchild of Belle &amp; Sebastian's Stuart Murdoch, evolved rapidly into a&nbsp;phenomenon in...]]></summary>
    <author>
        <name>Fredrick</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[ <div>For over a decade <a href="http://www.atpfestival.com/">ATP </a>has been hosting massive music festivals all over the world. What started as a weekend day-camp style music festival in England, the brainchild of Belle &amp; Sebastian's Stuart Murdoch, evolved rapidly into a&nbsp;phenomenon in England, Australlia, and, for the last two years, upstate New York. Adapting the community feel of the musical camp to the desolate surroundings of the Hudson Valley's dying resort scene was easy, and the moment you show up at <a href="http://www.kutshers.com/">Kutsher's</a> in Monticello, NY and survey the landscape of trend-setters and musicians alike, you feel instantly at home.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I bought a weekend ticket for the <a href="http://www.atpfestival.com/Events/ATPNewYork2009/LineUp.php">2009 festival</a> back when I had money to buy such things. It was easily the most expensive ticket I ever purchased, but considering that it was going to cross three of my top 'must see' artists off my ever-expanding list, the price seemed worth it. This year's event was curated by The Flaming Lips, one of my all time favorites, and the three days were laden with other power players in my music library; Iron &amp; Wine punctuating Friday night, Sufjan Stevens starting Saturday, and the Lips finishing the event off on Sunday. Of course the entire weekend was saturated with&nbsp;phenomenal&nbsp;bands like Circulatory System, Deerhoof, Akron/Family, and Animal Collective. You couldn't go wrong.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, I spent a great deal of time trying to capture as much of the festival as I could on video, so I could share it with my loyal viewers. Some of it turned out exceptional, some of it was a bust. Tonight I'm offering up the entire Iron &amp; Wine set, sans the witty banter between songs. The video playlist is below in it's entirety, so do enjoy!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/E722F1A899F6538B&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/E722F1A899F6538B&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="385" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></object><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1.25em; ">Playlist:</font></b></div><blockquote class="webkit-indent-blockquote" style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><ol><li>Such Great Heights</li><li>Woman King</li><li>Sunset Soon Forgotten</li><li>Upward Over The Mountain</li><li>Peace Beneath The City</li><li>Naked As We Came</li><li>He Lays In The Reins</li><li>The Trapeze Swinger</li><li>Mouth of the River</li><li>Resurrection Fern</li><li>Sodom, South Georgia</li><li>Flightless Bird, American Mouth</li></ol></div></blockquote></blockquote>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Prelude to the open road</title>
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    <id>tag:nationaldinonaut.com,2009://1.38</id>

    <published>2009-09-01T01:42:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-01T01:43:57Z</updated>

    <summary>Even at the time I thought it was a little suspicious how early dusk came about that night, but now it&apos;s painfully clear to me that the sudden darkness was simply the re-emergence of that spiteful dark cloud that seems...</summary>
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        <name>Fredrick</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Even at the time I thought it was a
little suspicious how early dusk came about that night, but now it's painfully
clear to me that the sudden darkness was simply the re-emergence of that
spiteful dark cloud that seems to haunt my every automobile endeavor. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes">&nbsp;</span>It should have been obvious from the
difficulty I was having simply releasing the battery contacts that this wasn't
going to be the seamless transition I was hoping for; yet rather an ominous
foreshadowing of the struggle to come. Still, I cut the check and took the key;
if anything it puts me at least one step closer to goal of unfettered travel -
a goal which, even now, seems perpetually out of reach.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">The whole situation started when I
spotted a lovely car in the parking lot with a 'for sale' sign in the window.
It was a stunning car, an unblemished grey 2001 Hyundai Accent, and it was
priced modestly for its condition. I snapped a picture of the sign in case the car
was to travel off somewhere, and sat on the information for a few weeks. I didn't
have the money to buy the car upfront, and most people these days aren't
trusting enough to make payments. As time dragged on the car sat right where it
was, serving as a constant reminder of what could be. Eventually I decided to
give it a shot and gave the number a call.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">The guy on the other end of the
line was a swell character; very enthusiastic to get rid of his car which only
served as dead weight to a fellow who now lived in Connecticut and was situated
only a block away from his office. I didn't even need to convince him to take
payments, he seemed happy enough just to have someone that was interested. This
was several months ago, but the wheels were set in motion. For many weeks I sat
around waiting for the next step to happen, and every call I made to him to
check up on the status felt like a step backwards in progress. We waited on the
title for several weeks, and then I waited several more for him to free up the
time to come to New Paltz. All the while we were experiencing the wettest
summer of my life; one that saw rain almost every day during the month of June
and heavy showers straight through August. This whole time the car was sitting
stationary in the parking lot.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Two days ago I finally met the man
who held the title to the lovely Accent I looked out on every morning from my
bedroom window. He showed up late with a new battery. Everything from the
battery contacts to the bracket that held the battery in place was rusted
tightly shut, which is to be expected when a car sits dormant for so long. I
tried wrenching the tiny bolts lose with a pair of jewelry pliers to no avail;
luckily the more hardships we encountered, the more tools he found in the
trunk. Though I managed to get the contacts off, the bracket wasn't going to
budge and we were, then, working in total darkness. He had a date to get to and
I was supposed to go to dinner with Miranda, so he left me with a car, and I
sent him off with a check for my entire savings. Over dinner I told Mira that
it would be fine and she said that for all the things I remain so pessimistic about,
I retain a hopeless optimism about matters of transportation.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">The next morning I woke up early,
eager to drive that car in circles around the parking lot. The advice I got
from my mechanic was to carefully break the bracket, and the most careful thing
I could muster was to bend it forward allowing me the space to take it out. At
last! I popped the new battery in and slid the contacts on. While the negative cinched
up, I realized that the positive bolt never moved in the first place. Somehow
it loosened up enough to take it off the old battery, but getting it to close
tightly around the new one was impossible. What was once a bolt and a nut was
now a tangled knot of rust - it wasn't going to move. It was, however, touching
enough for me to start the car.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">There were a thousand potential
problems running through my mind when I put that key in the ignition. I
expected a struggle, I expected to turn it over several times, I expected to pump
the gas, to grit my teeth, even to bang my head against the steering wheel and
ask myself why I'm so naïve. But it didn't happen. It started, first try, and
it sounded spectacular. It wasn't silent by any means, which serves me well
considering the only time I drove a truly silent car I wound up going 90 mph
through a speed-trap. It was smooth, though, and it was quiet enough; but could
it move? Despite the loose battery contact I couldn't resist the urge to move.
So I did. I pulled out of the space, and the resulting sound was as if some
monster was ripping through the Earth's crust. I was told that would be normal,
but even that knowledge didn't make me feel safe when I applied the break and
heard a sound like someone chewing a mouthful of rocks. I could feel
everything.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Not wanting to wake the
neighborhood up with my cacophonous car, I put it away and went inside to take
care of bureaucratic nonsense. Insurance and DMV forms were still waiting for
me, and with each came an exorbitant price tag. My insurance came to four times
the amount I was previously paying; for example, insurance on my 1985
Volkswagen Rabbit was $42 a month. This car is costing me $200. In addition I
also had to pay sales tax on the $1,800 I paid for the car. With all the hidden
costs, I wasn't just investing my savings, I was investing everything. I wasn't
sitting pretty before, but this investment has me submerged in poverty. I was
okay with that, though, because, like college, it's something you invest in today
with hopes of a better tomorrow.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">With all my forms filled out and
everything else in order, I packed my bag and boarded a bus to Kingston. Of
course, it wouldn't be easy enough to go straight there - I had to take a bus
to SUNY Ulster, transfer, and the go to Kingston Plaza before I could walk to
the DMV. I took a number and sat there for half an hour, and when I finally got
to the window the lady attempted to turn me away, saying I needed a bill of
sale. Through firm insistence I assured her it wasn't needed and she conceded and
gave me my plates. I was filled with joy, truly ecstatic. I could have skipped
out of the office whistling zippity do-da. I was in such good spirit that I
didn't let the hour I spent waiting for the bus back to New Paltz get me down,
despite the fact that the crazy lady to my left was telling everyone she was
Marilyn Monroe, and the super morbidly obese man to my right had a belly so
saggy that it hung well below the bottom of his shirt. I must have second-hand
smoked at least a pack of cheap cigarettes, and the strip mall expanse wasn't
very inspiring to look at. I was just thrilled when the bus for New Paltz
showed up.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">I ran straight from the bus stop to
my apartment, giddy at the thought of putting those plates on and rolling
around these foreign hills, and consequentially rolling towards the familiar
hills of western New York in the next few days. I was told that taking the car
downhill and riding the brakes slightly would free the brake rotors of the
neglectful corrosion. I pasted my registration on the window, screwed the
plates on the bumpers and with a dreadful screech pulled out of the parking lot
and right onto South Chestnut. I went up and down and rode the brakes gingerly,
but the clockwork clunking didn't cease, in fact it got worse. The shrill
scraping was joined by a reminiscent sound of metal-on-metal dragging -
something had come loose. I wanted to stop and turn around, but when I applied
pressure to the brake I was surprised to find that nothing happened. I pressed
harder, harder, straight to the ground. There was a slow to my rolling, but a
pull to the left. At the crest of the hill was a parking lot which I was able
to slow down enough to stop in.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Time for advice again, I relayed my
current dilemma to the only person I know that I can trust, and he had me run
around and evaluate things. It wasn't a problem with the master cylinder, which
seemed like a good thing at first, until I peaked under the car and saw a river
of brake fluid flowing from the passenger side wheel. Fantastic, there's no
where I'd rather be than the top of a steep hill with no brakes. I composed
enough bravery to roll myself down the hill and hopefully into my parking lot,
but when I tried to start her up, nothing happened. I had forgotten completely
about the lose battery contact, and had come off when I slammed the hood closed
after the cylinder inspection. So I began an unamusing game of fix this fix
that until I managed to get the car running, at which point I carefully rolled
out onto the road.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">As you can imagine, since I'm
writing this now, I made it home alive. There were no casualties, automobile or
otherwise. The only thing that sustained any damage was my hopes. There was no
longer any room to look at the situation in any way other than reality; there
were problems, and unfortunately these problems couldn't be postponed until I
made it to Corning, I wasn't even safe driving a few miles.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">So what's a guy to do after he
sinks everything into a little glimpse of hope, only to find himself in the
same situation he was in before, sans the savings? That's what I'm attempting
to decipher now. While I want, so badly, just to analyze the problem and fix it
myself, I also realize that I have no mechanical skills and no tools; I don't
even have a jack to lift the car up with. I guess I'm just going to have to
take this day by day.</p> ]]>
        
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