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My Denim Adventure

I try to buy local. There’s lots of stuff I just can’t do that with, like my cell phone or paper towels. It’s a small thing that I can do to keep dollars in my local economy, and keep people working here. I find it appalling that the current global business model fosters paying people that make our goods next to nothing, while all the value is sucked out of the supply chain by slick marketing and MBAs. I would feel way better about my $70 Gap jeans if more than a few pennies went to the Bangladeshi child that sewed them. This is hyperbole, but you get my point. This is how I started my denim adventure.

After internet searching, I found that Noble Denim was founded and run here in Cincinnati. The short version of Noble’s founding is that the founder Chris Sutton got interested in making jeans. He started with all American sourced raw materials to make himself the best pair of jeans. He started making jeans for friends and grew to sewing for friends of friends. Now, demand is high enough that he’s got a factory in Tennessee sewing for him.

I was intrigued, but I had reservations. Not only are the jeans pricey, at 250 bucks, but they are made from raw selvage denim. At the time, I didn’t understand what either of those words meant.

To the google machine! Selvage has to do with an old school method of weaving denim. The most obvious sign that jeans have been constructed out of selvage denim is if the out seam on the legs have been sewn off as opposed to cut. The old school looms that produced such denim are thought to produce a denser higher quality fabric than the newer methods of weaving. And raw indicates that the denim hasn’t been treated with additional washes after the initial indigo dye; it is denim is it’s most untreated state.

What does all that stuff mean in terms of wearing the jeans? Two things, first raw and/or selvage jeans are almost always 100% cotton. Second, they require some maintenance if you want to get the longest life out of them. The fact that the jeans are 100% cotton practically means that these jeans are stiff and raw (unwashed) with little to no give. Women, you need to know there is zero spandex or rayon in these pants. No jeaggings here, folks.

About that special maintenance, most denim nuts recommend that you refrain from washing your raw jeans for at least 6 months after purchase. Further, since the denim hasn’t been rinsed since being died, it’s possible the indigo will rub off on anything your jeans come in contact with, such as shirt tails and the ankle area of your shoes. I am a bit of a clean freak. I was most disturbed by the thought of wearing unclean jeans for six months.

I was intrigued, but not enough to invest 250 bucks. I found that Williamsburg Garment company manufactures American-made jeans, and at a lightly lower price. At 125 bucks, I got their Hope Street fit jeans that are made or raw but not selvage denim. For the very first time in my life, I measured my favorite jeans and compared those measurements with Williamsburg size chart. Their 31’s were really close to my measurements, just a little narrower in the leg. As I placed my order, I braced myself to have one of my two experiments fail, my raw denim trial or ordering by sizing fit chart trial.

The jeans arrived. Stiff really doesn’t capture the texture of the jeans. Severe, that’s more appropriate. And tight. So tight. But, considering the fabric had zero give, the fit was spot on. On day one, I was unsure.

As the first week passed and I kept wearing the jeans; I thought of them as my leg armor. I felt like each time I put them on, I was beating them into submission. And submit they did. Across time the denim formed to my body and softened. After a couple of weeks, I was feeling more sure my experiments were successful.

My concerns regarding long term care proved to be unfounded. First, my jeans didn’t rub indigo on anything aside from the inside of one pair of my boots, something that I only see. Further, refraining from washing my jeans was easier than I expected. Airing them out regularly, seems to resolve any odor issues, including camp-fire smell. And there was an unexpected side benefit, that my jeans size stayed consistent. Dryer induced shrink is no longer a thing. My jeans fit exactly the same every time I put them on.

By month six, I was loving my raw denim experience and was ready to put 250 bucks toward supporting local Cincinnati business for an excellent product. I researched the measurement chart for Noble, and selected my fit, Truman, and size, 32. I picked up my jeans at Article in OTR. I went to them mostly because I knew I could walk out the door with my jeans in hand. If I ordered directly from Noble it would have taken a bit more time, because they don’t carry a huge amount of inventory.

I was curios to see if my Noble jeans would be twice as nice as my Williamsburg jeans. They are. The denim is a little more supple, but more dense. I don’t understand how that is possible, but it is so. The Nobles are just better constructed in almost every way. The pockets are lined with soft cotton. The stitching at the seams is precise and clean. The button fly is constructed beautifully. My Noble jeans are a testament to skilled craftsmanship and obsessive attention to detail. On top of all the excellent construction, the jeans fit me great. I am excited to see how they age.

My jeans experiment has ended with great success. I plan on buying a pair of Noble jeans yearly. I will never purchase a pair of Gap jeans again. I would much rather spend extra money on something that is crafted well and pays their craftsmen well. Plus, I get to support manufacturing in the US, and a local Cincinnati business. Hooray, to my dollars staying here and having gorgeous, well-fitting jeans.

The wear patterns that are coming out on my raw jeans are really great.

The wear patterns that are coming out on my raw jeans are really great.

Noble Denim.

Noble Denim.

I like the understated details that Noble incorporates into their jeans. The single stitch across the back pockets is a nice touch.

I like the understated details that Noble incorporates into their jeans. The single stitch across the back pockets is a nice touch.

My Noble jeans.

My Noble jeans.

I have an obsession with button fly jeans.

I have an obsession with button fly jeans.


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100 Books by 40: GUARDS! GUARDS!

The book: Guards! Guards!
Author: Terry Pratchett
Published: 1989

This is my second Terry Pratchett read. When someone asked me to describe the author’s books, I suggested science fiction with a British sense of humor. This resulted in a, “Oh like Douglas Adams” (author of Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy), response. After consideration, I responded with, “No more like if Monty Python were to rewrite Star Wars and tackle broader questions around the nature of our existence.”

My first Terry Pratchett experience happened while on a train from San Francisco to Seattle. That ride was nearly 36 hours, and I don’t sleep well in new surroundings. I was nearly delirious when I read all of Mort. I suspected that the book was funny. I suspected that I was too tired to appreciate the dry wit. Suspicions confirmed!  Gaurds! Gaurds! was a delightful read. So, Terry Pratchett, I’m sorry for those exhaustion powered reflections on Mort. If Terry Pratchett has any good sense, he’s not reading this blog though.

The storyline centers around the medieval equivalent of the red shirt guy on Star Trek, the guy who doesn’t have a name and is the first to meet his doom in the episode, night guards. The city in which the guards keep watch has established an equilibrium between criminal and legitimate activities by normalizing crime. The thieves guild and the assassins guild ensure that only people without the proper money or connections are victimized. This is the first of many instances that Pratchett provides commentary on our current environment via satire.

While I do enjoy Pratchett’s humor, it’s the satire that will drive me to read more of his books. There’s wit and searing clarity in Pratchett’s satire that I didn’t find in Douglas Adams’ writing. Pratchett’s satire reminds me of the scene in The Holy Grail in which King Arthur is thwarted by a peasant refusing to recognize him as King due to the peasant’s rejection of feudal rule. The argument devolves to, “Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I’m being repressed!”

Pratchett dispenses with just as many moral lessons if not more than Suzanne Collins does in The Hunger Games trilogy. But Pratchett sneaks it in with less horror and violence. Darkness is much easier to swallow when it’s wrapped in British humor.


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Canning Apple Sauce and Holy Moly Tomato Paste

Last year we got yellow delicious apples and made our apple sauce from just that varietal. Once we finished all our apple sauce last year, I met a gentleman at Findlay Market who started grafting apples as a hobby. He had about eight varieties of apples, and after some discussion with him, I thought our apple sauce could have a little more depth if we used several different types of apples.

I found this gentleman at Findlay this year, and arranged to get a mixed bushel of apples from him. I should have written down all the varietals that we had in that bushel, but I failed. I know yellow delicious was one of the varietals we had. I hadn’t heard of most of the others. I think cort and mollies were a couple of the others.

Apples. I think there was at least eight varieties in this box.

Apples. I think there was at least eight varieties in this box.

Apples, before they were cored.

Apples, before they were cored.

This is what a bushel of apples looks like.

This is what a bushel of apples looks like.

I do know that when we tasted the apples, I was shocked by how different they were. They varied from texture to flavor. Some were tart. Some were crisp. Some were sweet.

Making the sauce didn’t bring many surprises. We did learn the hard way that packing the pot too full resulted in burning some of the apples at the bottom of the pot. The smoky flavor that this imparted to the sauce was too intense to salvage as a sweet apple sauce. We canned the unsweeted smoky apple sauce, thinking that this would be delicious in savory dishes. I should think that sauce would make a terrific garnish for seared pork chops or roasted pork loin. It would also work in a savory crepe with a robust cheese like gorgonzola.

We didn’t make the same mistake with the remaining batches. I have noticed that when we can with vanilla, the flavor really deeps with age. So when we compared the new sauce to the batch that we canned last year, the vanilla flavor wasn’t as prominent. I expect that this will change as the sauce ages in the jars. The sauce tastes great as it is, but I would like to revisit the results in a few months when the vanilla matures.

Cooking the apples down for sauce. We used a food mill to take out all the skins. Keeping the skins on made the sauce thicken due to the pectin in the skin.

Cooking the apples down for sauce. We used a food mill to take out all the skins. Keeping the skins on made the sauce thicken due to the pectin in the skin.

We fueled ourselves with a couple of hand pies from O Pie O. They were delicious. If you don't want to master making pie crust, just grab a pie from these guys. That's the best bought pie I have ever had.

We fueled ourselves with a couple of hand pies from O Pie O. They were delicious. If you don’t want to master making pie crust, just grab a pie from these guys. That’s the best bought pie I have ever had.

Look at how cute it is! That was the strawberry raspberry balsamic pie.

Look at how cute it is! That was the strawberry raspberry balsamic pie.

This is the apple hand pie in cross section.

This is the apple hand pie in cross section.

We also snagged a half bushel of tomatoes and made tomato paste. I don’t know what I was expecting. The tomatoes cooked down into 8 little jam jars; I think those jars only hold about a half a cup. Words won’t do justice to how flavor-packed this homemade paste was. We only seasoned the paste with salt and bay leaves. The resulting paste was rich and velvety. It captured all the bright acidity of the tomatoes along with the caramelized sweetness that all that cooking and evaporation causes.

I haven’t used the paste in cooking yet, but it tastes too good to dilute in a marinara sauce. I haven’t decided what I will do with these little jars of gold. I’m sure I will blog about whatever I end up doing with them.

If you are considering trying this at home, be prepared for it to take all day. Between the stovetop cooking, the oven roasting, and the canning, this was a very time-consuming project. but now that I understand how much better this homemade paste is to commercially canned paste, I will be happy to devote the time required. It’s shocking how rich that paste is. Those little jars were well worth the hours and hours of effort.


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100 Books by 40: THE MAGUS

That book was like a slap in the face, but only if by some perversion it’s enjoyable. I don’t think I know what happened. I certainly didn’t know what was happening while I was reading it. I thought things would become clear once I reached the end of the book. That’s just not the case.

Usually, I don’t Google books before I write my reviews, but this one left me so confused that I needed to be reassured prior to putting my thoughts out there. The book is about a young British man who teaches abroad on a little island in Greece. Everything gets confusing from that point on.

The young man meets an inhabitant of the island and then witnesses and ultimately participates in something that I will describe as live theater for economy of words. That’s not exactly accurate, but it gets close enough to the concept for you to understand what I am about to say. Reality gets difficult to identify. I think some of the confusion and disorientation that the main character experiences, is meant to rub off on the reader. The main character can’t make sense of what is happing to him in spite of his relentless search for coherence. As a reader, I was also on a relentless search for coherence. In that sense, I was in the book with the character.

I enjoyed this aspect of the book immensely. I liked the experience enough that I would like to read it again in a decade. I suspect that the experience of the book is colored by what the reader brings to it. I suspect I would feel differently about this book at other phases in my life. I’m excited to revisit this book in the future and test out my hunch.

 


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That Day When I Cooked All Morning

I bought a couple of cushaws a week ago. I had one last year, and attempted it as a substitute for pumpkin. That yielded mixed results. I liked the flavor of the squash enough to give it another try this year. This year I looked up recipes that called specifically for cushaw. I just realized that I was struggling with whether cushaw should be singular or plural. The cushaws I got were enormous, so all my recipes only called for part of a cushaw, so I will stick with the singular as is often used for another large gourd, butternut squash.

Cushaw. This monster is about a foot and a half tall and about a foot across at it's base.

Cushaw. This monster is about a foot and a half tall and about a foot across at it’s base.

Enormous cushaw!

Enormous cushaw!

I wasn’t sure how all these foods would mix together, but they turned out a delicious fall veggie-friendly, Southern-inspired meal that went perfect with blogging and watching football. I whipped up the following:

Pinto beans flavored with cloves and cinnamon
Buttermilk Cornbread
Beet greens
Roasted spiced cushaw (This wasn’t complicated enough to require a recipe, I will explain what I did below.)
Cushaw pie for dessert

For the most part I followed the recipes listed above. Here’s where I went rogue. I used dried pinto beans as opposed to canned kidney beans. I cooked the pinto beans in my last jar of homemade veggie broth. When they finished cooking, I held the broth aside and then used that instead of the water that the recipe calls for. I also only had about 3 cups of cooked beans, which was slightly less than the 3 and 1/2 cups that would have come from to cans of beans. I cut the cinnamon and clove by half. I cut this back because I wanted the flavor to be subtle. Plus, I knew I could always add more if desired. Cutting back the cinnamon and clove turned out to be an excellent idea. I used some of the heirloom tomatoes that I canned this summer in the recipe as opposed to store-bought canned tomatoes. My tomatoes were packed with garlic cloves, so that probably amped up the garlic flavor of my beans.

The pinto beans in the pot. I think this is the best way I have ever had pinto beans prepared.

The pinto beans in the pot. I think this is the best way I have ever had pinto beans prepared.

For the beet greens, I didn’t use bacon. I used canola oil to caramelize the onions, and then added a bit of Bragg’s Amino Acids. The bacon should add umami and salt, and Bragg’s is a pretty good veggie substitute for both of these flavors. I also didn’t have a full lb of beet greens, so I cut back the rest of the ingredients to compensate.

The beet greens.

The beet greens.

The roasted spiced cushaw wasn’t complicated. I just cubed the cushaw and tossed it with butter brown sugar and Saigon cinnamon. I measured nothing. I will say this, cushaw has a very delicate flavor, so cinnamon can overwhelm it quickly. I really just put a couple of dashes of it on the whole pan of cushaw. I roasted the cushaw at 400 degrees until it was easily mashed with a fork. Otherwise I followed the other recipes.

I was pleasantly surprised with my feast. All of the flavors of the meal worked really well together. The greens were salty and acidic. The beans were rich and savory. The roast cushaw was sweet and creamy. Everything tasted wonderful on it’s own, and each dish complimented the other. I think the sum of the meal was greater than any of the parts on their own.

My feast of beet greens, cornbread, roasted cushaw, and pinto beans.

My feast of beet greens, cornbread, roasted cushaw, and pinto beans.

The cushaw pie was delicious. I really enjoyed that the recipe didn’t have cinnamon. The nutmeg and allspice made the pie taste more decadent than a standard pumpkin pie. It’s also different enough from pumpkin pie, that it would make a nice alternative for a Christmas pie once everyone has had their fill of pumpkin at Thanksgiving.

The cushaw pie right out of the oven.

The cushaw pie right out of the oven.

The cushaw pie set-up pretty well. But I let the pie cool completely before cutting it. I think that's crucial to avoiding a sloppy mess.

The cushaw pie set-up pretty well. But I let the pie cool completely before cutting it. I think that’s crucial to avoiding a sloppy mess.


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100 Books by 40: MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA

Are we carried along by destiny, or are we actors that influence the course of our lives? I haven’t given this much thought before reading Memoirs of a Geisha. The recurring theme in the book is that the characters are floating on a river and exert little to no influence on the course of their own lives. The book presents this belief as a sensible outcome of Buddist teaching.

I didn’t notice until reading this book how this idea might strike at the fundamental difference between Western religions and Eastern religions. I know my bias as an actor in my life stems from my Christianity-soaked childhood. The core of Christian thought is that we must exert control over our impulses and with God’s help can bend away from our natural inclinations. Sure Christians often say that they follow God’s plan for their lives, but I’ve rarely seen someone who truly lives like that. This diverges greatly from Buddism’s pushing people to stop resisting their human experience and embrace what is and what comes.

This book was great. I enjoyed all the thoughts it provoked in me. I enjoyed peeking into a world that feels fully foreign to me. I enjoyed the character’s perspective as a receiver for what life brought to her.

It’s very anti-American to consider your life as something that happens to you as opposed to something you influence and create for yourself. This idea flies directly in the face of that capitalistic mantra of pulling yourself up by your own boot-straps. That saying was originally meant to describe an exercise in futility, given that it’s physically impossible to pick yourself up. Perhaps the current American meaning of this statement is illustrative of the conflict inherent in saying that God controls everything, and yet we must control our behavior.


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MidPoint Music Festival 2014: Saturday In Review

Post-MPMF depression. I have it. It’s a thing. Writing this up was my last task to close out the weekend, and I have procrastinated it. This reminds me of how facing January felt after Christmas when I was a kid. An occasion that I look forward to all year passes so quickly, and I’m left was wonderful memories and building anticipation for another year. This is a wonderful problem to have. Having such a wonderful experience that a little bout of depression sets in now that it’s over. On the bright side, I am seeing Chvrches tonight. I have a number of introspective things to say about the festival, but I think I need to let those simmer for a while longer. In the meantime, here’s what happened and some pictures.

Here’s what I planned to do on Saturday.

230 Modoc – Washington Park
345 Public – Washington Park
5 Empires – Washington Park
630 OK Go – Washington Park
715 Ancient Warfare – Moerlein Tap Room
830 Coves – Moerlein Tap Room
845 – The Nepotist – Mainstay Rock Bar
930 Ex Hex – The Know
930 Ravonettes Moerlein Tap Room
945 Low Cut Connie – Midpoint Midway
1030 Speedy Ortiz – The Know
1115 The Tontons – Mainstay Rock Bar
1145 EMA – The Know
1145 Gardens and Villa – Memorial Hall
1215 Milagres – The Drinkery
1230 Ex-Cult – Moerlein Tap Room

I missed Modoc, because I went to the sessions at the Herzog studio and saw Mustered Courage. I was hoping to leave there early enough to catch the end of Modoc, but no luck there. I missed Ancient Warfare, Low Cut Connie, EMA and Ex-Cult. I missed almost all of those because I enjoyed the conflicting acts too much to leave them. I was surprised by how much I liked The Ravonettes and Coves. And damn, The Tontons are now on my do-not-miss list. I will have more to say about the fest in a week or two after the post-mpmf blues leaves me.

Empires

Empires

OK Go

OK Go

OK Go and Confetti!!

OK Go and Confetti!!

Ex Hex

Ex Hex

Coves

Coves

The Tontons

The Tontons

Milagres

Milagres

 


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Midpoint Music Fest: Friday In Review

Yesterday was wonderful. I have many things to write about it, but I have to go out for more shooting in about 30 minutes. So, I will need to save my introspection for later date.

Here’s what was supposed to happen:

5 Yugos – MP Midway
6 Joseph Arthur – Washington Park
6 Real Estate – MP Midway (I will split my time between these two bands in the 6 o’clock hour)
715 Wussy – Washington Park (If for some reason I am not feeling Wussy, and this is very unlikely, Bully – Christian Moerlein Tap Room)
815 Drowners – Christian Moerlein
830 The Afghan Wigs – Washington Park (will arrive just a bit late)
930 Tycho – Christian Moerlein
930 The Locals – MOTR (Alternate, if I don’t connect with Tycho)
10 Fort Wilson Riot – The Know
1030 Shivering Timbers – Mr Pitiful’s
11 All Them Witches – The Drinkery
1145 Rubblebucket – The Know
1230 Miniature Tigers – Mainstay Rock Bar

Shockingly enough, nearly all of that did happen. The only thing I missed was Rubblebucket. By the time I got to The Know, they were at capacity upstairs. I waited for a bit, but decided to skip out to Holy Ghost Tent Revival. My friends were in for the Rubblebucket show and said it was awesome. I was most surprised by The Afghan Wigs and Tycho. I haven’t seen The Wigs play in at least ten years. Those guys are sounding amazing. Greg Dulli managed to be powerful and vulnerable simultaneously. I am so happy I checked them out again. Tycho is all instrumental music, and I was unsure of what the live experience would be like. Wow, that show was a shocker. They were just incredible.

Normally, I would share any disappointments, but I have none to share. Every band I saw yesterday put up good to outstanding performances. On to the pictures!

 

Real Estate playing Midpoint Midway. This venue is free, giving everyone access to great music.

Real Estate playing Midpoint Midway. This venue is free, giving everyone access to great music.

Real Estate had a great turn out. Lots of children, dogs, and collective art projects.

Real Estate had a great turn out. Lots of children, dogs, and collective art projects.

There's a mirror installation on the Midway. It's a totally cool way to engage with perspective.

There’s a mirror installation on the Midway. It’s a totally cool way to engage with perspective.

The Drowners were outstanding.

The Drowners were outstanding.

Fort Wilson Riot were a fun listen.

Fort Wilson Riot were a fun listen.

I like Shivering Timbers so much that I saw them twice yesterday.

I like Shivering Timbers so much that I saw them twice yesterday.

The Locals rocking out Motr.

The Locals rocking out Motr.

Oh Wussy, I love you so much.

Oh Wussy, I love you so much.

All Them Witches!

All Them Witches!

All Them Witches packed The Drinkery.

All Them Witches packed The Drinkery.

Afghan Wigs filled Washington Park.

Afghan Wigs filled Washington Park.

Greg Dulli, part-time drummer.

Greg Dulli, part-time drummer.

 


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Midpoint Music Fest 2014: Thursday In Review

This was my intention.

5pm Fairmount Girls – Midpoint Midway
615 Indigo Wild – Midpoint Midway
715 The Range – Washington Park
730 Pike 27 – Midpoint Midway
815 Vic and Gab – Mainstay Rock Bar
830 Chromeo – Washington Park
915 Darlene – Know Theater
930 Panda Bear – Moerlein Tap Room
10 Violent Mae – Know Theater
1045 Barrence Whitfield and the Savages – The Taft
1130 Sun Kil Moon – Memorial Hall
1130 Mutual Benefit – CAC
1145 Lost In The Trees – Know Theater
12 St Paul and the Broken Bones – The Taft

So you see, wha happen was… I missed Pike 27, Vic and Gab, Lost In The Trees, Sun Kil Moon, and Mutual Benefit got moved to tonight. I caught a little bit of HEAF, which were my pleasant surprise of the evening. I think I managed pretty well all things considered. One of those things to be considered was that I failed to feed myself yesterday. I had sushi provided by Fusion in the VIP tent, which was lovely but ill-equipped to combat the free beer I was also consuming. Another thing to be considered was that I got out of bed at 445am yesterday. I was on my 20th hour of being awake at St. Paul and the Broken Bones.  There just isn’t enough coffee to set that right.

Regardless, yesterday was huge fun. Chromeo and St Paul and the Broken Bones put up stellar performances, as I expected. I was a little disappointed with Panda Bear and The Range. It’s not that their performances were bad; they both sounded excellent. I like seeing people playing instruments; it’s my favorite thing about live music. And both The Range and Panda Bear were a lone dudes with lots of technology. I don’t find that compelling to watch in a live setting. I will jam out in my car to it all day. I like hearing it. I just don’t need to see it. I will let the pictures do the talking from this point forward.

 

Fairmount Girls kicked things off.

Fairmount Girls kicked things off.

Indigo Wild. The sun setting behind them was beautiful, but it also was the cause for much squinting.

Indigo Wild. The sun setting behind them was beautiful, but it also was the cause for much squinting.

Folks at Washington Park enjoying The Range.

Folks at Washington Park enjoying The Range.

Violent Mae killing it at the Know

Violent Mae killing it at the Know

HEAF! These guys were a fun surprise. Get it Stubenville.

HEAF! These guys were a fun surprise. Get it Stubenville.

Let's be honest, phone videos of rock shows suck in almost every way. Why do people keep trying to do it? Why??

Let’s be honest, phone videos of rock shows suck in almost every way. Why do people keep trying to do it? Why??

Audience getting ready for Chromeo.

Audience getting ready for Chromeo.

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Chromeo, in spite of being two dudes with lots of technology, made for a fun performance.

Chromeo, in spite of being two dudes with lots of technology, made for a fun performance.

Oh the lights and the hands.

Oh the lights and the hands.

"Reach out and touch faith"

“Reach out and touch faith”

Chromeo! Also, that guy, he's really tall.

Chromeo! Also, that guy, he’s really tall.

Panda Bear wasn't really my thing, but his look and stage set-up was visually appealing.

Panda Bear wasn’t really my thing, but his look and stage set-up was visually appealing.

My suspicions were confirmed. My first impression in hearing Barrence Whitfield, was that he would be touring with crusty musicians who had been honing their skills for decades. Confirmed. This was a great show.

My suspicions were confirmed. My first impression in hearing Barrence Whitfield, was that he would be touring with crusty musicians who had been honing their skills for decades. Confirmed. This was a great show.

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St Paul and the Broken Bones serving up a hearty serving of soul.

St Paul and the Broken Bones serving up a hearty serving of soul.

St Paul and the Broken Bones at The Taft.

St Paul and the Broken Bones at The Taft.

Washington Park stage just before Chromeo came out.

Washington Park stage just before Chromeo came out.

 


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Midpoint Music Fest 2014 Must-see: EMA and Saturday’s Schedule

Here’s what I am afraid of. I like EMA’s recordings, but it sounds like there was lots of technology used to create them. This leaves me uncertain of what this will be like live.

And here’s Saturday’s schedule! No more scheduling. Huzzah!!
230 Modoc – Washington Park
345 Public – Washington Park
5 Empires – Washington Park
630 OK Go – Washington Park
715 Ancient Warfare – Moerlein Tap Room
830 Coves – Moerlein Tap Room
845 – The Nepotist – Mainstay Rock Bar
930 Ex Hex – The Know
930 Ravonettes Moerlein Tap Room
945 Low Cut Connie – Midpoint Midway
1030 Speedy Ortiz – The Know
1115 The Tontons – Mainstay Rock Bar
1145 EMA – The Know
1145 Gardens and Villa – Memorial Hall
1215 Milagres – The Drinkery
1230 Ex-Cult – Moerlein Tap Room