Patrick Sisson - Writer, Journalist, Cultural Documentarian, Music Lover

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Review
Playboy.com
July 2007
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The Pitchfork Music Festival embraced its music snob roots by booking iconoclast Yoko Ono. But the three-day celebration of sonic diversity — which spread 39 acts over three stages in Chicago’s Union Park — was more populist than its reputation suggests.

Nothing made that more clear than Saturday night’s closing performances, which pitted avant-garde headliner Yoko Ono against the instant pop pleasures of Dan Deacon and the cut-and-paste club music of laptop DJ Greg Gillis, better known as Girl Talk. Yoko, elusive as ever in sunglasses and a black fedora and a coup for the festival, performed a set of warbling and strained songs on the main stage that slowly dispersed the crowd. But that same night, on a small stage tucked away in the corner of the park, visceral pop ruled. Baltimore artist/instigator Dan Deacon made a smaller, more rabid crowd bellow “Sears Tower, Future Pyramid!” as they stared at the Chicago skyline. A spazzy ringleader sporting oversized plastic glasses, Deacon invited fans to an impromptu house party, abandoning the raised stage to get spastic in the first rows of the audience. He barked out dance party instructions: “Rule number one: sassy as fuck!”

The dichotomy between Ono’s performance and the sets from Deacon and Gillis typified the Pitchfork aesthetic. The indie-centric website revels in eclecticism, and its eponymous sold-out festival — expanded to three days this year, with a special series of album-length performances the first night — was no different. Slint stoically and quietly re-created its masterpiece Spiderland with ringing guitar riffs, while Sonic Youth guitarists Lee Ranaldo and Thurston Moore generated glorious waves of feedback as they performed the entire landmark album Daydream Nation. Battles delivered unhinged, carnivalesque glee, while Grizzly Bear served gentle, gauzy melodies. Radically different music abounded: moving modern jazz from Ken Vandermark’s Powerhouse Sound and the William Parker Quartet, straight-ahead power-pop from the New Pornographers and spectacularly driving riffs from the deranged metalheads of Mastodon, who whipped fans into a frenzy that kicked up a minor dust storm.

Some of the weekend’s most rousing performances came from the festival’s hip-hop acts that electrified the crowd. The hallucinatory beats and tight wordplay of Virginia Beach duo Clipse translated well; Wu-Tang member GZA ended his performance of Liquid Swords with a cover of Ol’ Dirty Bastard’s “Shimmy Shimmy Ya”; and the closing act of the festival, De La Soul, was at its playful and crowd-pleasing best. With a few nasty sound checks and delays, the festival wasn’t perfect. But music lovers, fanned by the weekend’s cool breezes, basked in an over-abundance of great music, and they clearly didn’t care.

Review
Playboy.com
July 2007

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Oxnard, California producer Oh No is no stranger to the offbeat concept album. His previous, well-conceived full-length was made entirely of samples taken from the music of Hair composer Galt McDermot. The instrumental Dr. No’s Oxperiment was constructed from a similarly limited, unlikely and exotic source. All the samples originated from the Turkish, Greek, Italian and Lebanese vinyl fastidiously collected by Stones Throw’s general manager Egon. While it’s obviously a completely different (and less hippie-like) oeuvre, in the hands of Oh No, the heavy Mediterranean psychedelia and regional sounds that form the basis of these tracks get a gorgeous and gritty reworking, turning already-smoking Turkish funk into something transcendent.

Digging deep into overseas records crates isn’t such a far-fetched idea anymore, especially after years of offbeat Timbaland hits and the Bollywood beats that Oh No’s big brother, Madlib, dropped on the excellent Jaylib album. But Oh No makes it sound fresh. The promise of this collision of cultures is immediately articulated in the opening track “Heavy,” which fuses lilting and mournful Middle Eastern vocals with a heavier-than-lead, mind-melting guitar line. By re-appropriating exotic string samples and wavering flute melodies in familiar ways, Oh No makes the madcap Oxperiment a success.

Interview
XLR8R
July 2007
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You might call the lush, liberal landscape that stretches from Portland through Seattle and British Columbia the “Pacific Northwest.” But to some it’s Cascadia–a name that is both a reference to the region and a part of a shorthand, half-joking slogan (Free Cascadia!) for a particular state of mind, if not a proposed state. Cascadia celebrates a community of freedom and open-mindedness–and it’s not just a hippie hangover from the surplus of quality local bud.

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For more than a decade, Paul Dickow–best known as Strategy–has been engaged in a musical free-for-all that exemplifies a true edge-dwelling mindset. A founder of the aptly titled Community Library label–an ambitiously experimental imprint that branches out into abstract electronics and rock and free jazz–Dickow is also a zealous and eclectic collaborator, even by Portland’s standards. He’s played keyboards in the un-tethered trio Fontanelle, jammed in spacey post-rock ensemble Nudge, drummed for art-punk band Emergency, alongside the fluid, roomy electronic tracks he creates as Strategy. Add in numerous remixes and singles for labels like Orac and his DJ gigs (as P. Disco), and it becomes clear that, fiercely independent streak notwithstanding, Dickow is a unifying force in Cascadia.

“Paul’s always been supportive of what other people have been doing,” says Scott MacLean, owner of Portland club Holocene. “Interestingly, that hasn’t been necessarily reciprocated by other people. I think what he’s doing is almost meta-Portland, and weirdly under-appreciated by most Portlanders.”

Time Travel
On the new Strategy record, Future Rock, Dickow does himself one better by not just integrating different styles, but meshing past and present. At a time when many of his live projects are dormant and his city is gentrifying and changing–a recent New York Times article awkwardly praised the worldliness beneath Portland’s “fleece-clad and Teva-wearing exterior”–Dickow composed the record while reflecting on the only recently deceased “golden age” of Portland’s music scene.

“It was a time when it was a little more funky and there was a lot more experimentation,” he says, referring to the city in the late ’90s and early ’00s. “There was kind of a ‘fuck you’ attitude. You could count on a lot more musical feedback. I idealize this time period.”

“When I see someone here who says they like kayaking and bands with super-long jams”m like, ‘I forgot you exist!'” says Portland musician Paul Dickow. “It’s really edgy here now.”

The dub textures and windswept, narcotic echoes on Future Rock–a refinement of the sonic palette of 2004’s disc Drumsolo’s Delight–could easily inspire nostalgic moods. But it’s the recordings of long-gone jam sessions integrated into the mix–the 30-year-old Dickow has an insane collection of old MiniDisc recordings–that really link it to the past.

“It reminds me of a certain charmed set of ideas I had about what was happening around me,” he says of listening to the old tapes. “I’m paying tribute to those by writing really honest, interesting music.”

Be it the noodling guitar melodies floating atop shimmering backgrounds on “Running on Empty” or the recovered practice-session drum loops that emerge during “Sunfall (Interlude),” Dickow says his use of old material is part of a larger, continuing effort–a attempt to make something pop out of something that’s not.

“Seeing him put all these techniques together and playing solo riffs, it’s like he let his playing ability back in,” reveals Brian Foote, a longtime friend and Nudge collaborator, and now the publicist at Kranky, the label that released Future Rock. “Part of what the album reveals is that he has all these musical threads, which you could call some kind of dilettantism. But here he fleshes everything out to its fullest.”

Bohemian Rhapsody
Dickow, who has the passion to back his strong opinions, has never been one to just dabble. He grew up in Idaho before moving to Portland, obsessed with whatever ’80s synth-pop he could catch on Top 40 radio. His father was a composer and amateur computer programmer, so Dickow was surrounded by plenty of vintage synthesizers, but he focused on the music of Pet Shop Boys and Kraftwerk. He once returned a copy of New Order’s Brotherhood to the record store because he didn’t think it had enough synthesizers or drum machines.

“I’m pretty skeptical of rock music,” he says. “It has to be very genuine and original to win me over. I think the first kind of guitar music I really accepted was My Bloody Valentine.”

In 1998, Dickow started programming and playing around Portland as Strategy. While simultaneously multitasking between bands, he eventually decided to refine his knowledge of electronic music by learning to mix and beat-match.

“You can’t all of a sudden write a Daft Punk-sounding track and say you’re house,” Dickow said. “You have to learn to mix records and learn about Chicago and all that stuff first.”

In 2003, he took lessons from DJ Brokenwindow (a.k.a. Solenoid, born David Chandler), his friend, eventual label partner, and a veteran of the Portland electronic scene. The two record junkies soon began spinning in clubs together, and the idea to collaborate on wildly eclectic sets linked by uncommon, abstract themes began to percolate. This turned into a regular night called Community Library, whose musical themes would eventually include war protests, songs about the color yellow, and even crime and punishment, (which consisted of tunes referencing different vices). Those nights inspired the formation of the label of the same name in 2005.

“That label is the best thing going in Portland now,” exclaims Michael Byrne, a music writer for the local Willamette Week newspaper. “[It’s] emblematic of the musical character of Portland, or at least fits that kind of perspective.”

Like Dickow’s music, Community Library’s output is wildly diverse, ranging from the soul jazz of Jefrey Leighton Brown to a forthcoming series of 10-inch reggae singles featuring Chicago-based Zulu.

“The only common thread is that there’s no thread,” muses Foote. “I think that’s a strong point of Community Library. It’s an obvious testament to [Paul’s] listening habits and the breadth of his influences.”

Interview
Playboy.com
May 2007

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A former punk rocker from Ottawa who sports a bushy beard and an undisguised Canadian accent, 35-year-old Shane Smith has become an unlikely media mogul. While far from a Murdoch-like figure — for one thing, Smith actually does some reporting himself, including trips to Chernobyl and Darfur — the one-time Reuters correspondent in Bosnia has become famous in hipper media circles for co-founding VICE Magazine and VBS.TV, its spin-off Internet site.

Originally called the Voice of Montréal when it was founded by Smith and two friends in 1994, VICE Magazine has gone from an obscure government-subsidized publication to an unlikely arbiter of global youth culture. When Smith, Suroosh Alvi and Gavin McInnes began, they presented the publication as an outlet for black francophones in Quebec — a community of mostly Haitians, to which none of them belonged — so they could all receive government checks. It was, as Smith admits, a welfare scam to earn money while getting the magazine off the ground. When the trio bought out the publication and renamed it VICE, they successfully duped the Canadian media into believing the name change was a result of legal threats from The Village Voice. It earned them extensive coverage in their home country as underdogs fighting the American bully next door.

In 1999, stacks of the free magazine spread across U.S. cities and campuses, and VICE was widely celebrated for its blunt sense of humor and no-bullshit, anti-PC attitude on taboo topics. “Dos and Don’ts,” where random people’s fashion choices are drooled over or savagely critiqued (“When someone is this clueless it actually gets kind of scary. Like the way a lot of serial killers are autistic and they don’t look people in the eye because they don’t get what the big deal is with eyes.”) is their most recognized feature. Other articles have included “The VICE Guide to Shagging Muslims” and “Grandma Blowjob.”
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Playboy.com
May 2007
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Men often view beer the same way they view sex: As long as you’re getting as much as you want, everything is okay. But what’s the point of a large quantity of anything if you’re not also getting high quality? Fine beers, like gorgeous women, should be savored and enjoyed for their unique characteristics.

In the spirit of searching out something more sophisticated to drink, we polled some of the nation’s beer experts to come up with a list of the 10 best microbrews in America. While it’s an impossible task to list all the deserving beers being made today in the thousands of small breweries spread across America, this inventory of distinctive brews should provide you with a good starting point. Unlike gorgeous women, no good brew is ever out of your league.

1. Sierra Nevada Pale Ale
Sierra Nevada Brewing Company – Chico, California
First concocted in 1980 — in a makeshift brewery built with leftover parts lifted from a soft drink bottler — Sierra Nevada Pale Ale is one of the early successes of the American craft brewing movement. The heavily hopped-up brew is considered one of the best due to its rich, malty character (it earned more votes from our panel than any other brew). It may be the most well-known of the “indie beers,” but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t taste great.

2. Prima Pils
Victory Brewing Company – Downingtown, Pennsylvania
Anyone enamored of the clean taste of a watered-down, mass-produced domestic beer needs to break a few man laws and get a six-pack of Prima Pils. Brewed with Saaz hops by German-trained brewmasters, this exemplar of the Czech-born Plzen style of beer is slightly spicy with a refreshing finish. Brews like this are the reason pilsner is the most consumed type of beer in the world. That, and fraternity parties.
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Review
Playboy.com
May 2007

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Mingering Mike: The Amazing Career of an Imaginary Soul Superstar
By Dori Hadar
Princeton Architectural Press, 192 pages, Paperback $24.95

Record collectors live for the moments when obsessive hunting for rare vinyl unearths an undiscovered treasure. Dori Hadar, a Washington D.C. criminal investigator and DJ, discovered a different kind of rarity while digging through music at a flea market a few years ago. Browning at the edges and wrapped in plastic painstakingly removed from other albums, he found a series of meticulously hand-drawn record covers filled with blank cardboard discs. These dummy releases were examples of the work of unlikely D.C. artist Mingering Mike, a life-long music fan who channeled his passions and “creative juices” into a vast, fake discography. Mingering Mike: The Amazing Career of an Imaginary Soul Superstar, is Hadar’s retrospective on this shy and introverted artist’s career and an homage to cover art at a time when digital distribution is eroding the medium.

Mike’s work is a rich homage to familiar themes, a DIY collage of re-imagined funk and soul clichés. Fake blaxploitation film soundtracks (Stake Out) sit next to albums of social commentary (Drug Store). There are catalogs of records from imaginary labels like Spooky, Sex and Nation’s Capitol that would be great subjects for a Numero Group reissue, and some of the promotional lines adorning the labels are hilarious (“Ohio Players Eat Your Hearts Out,” or “It’s so brilliantly good, they couldn’t help but put three albums in this pack”). A few essays and an interview with Mike provide the necessary background to appreciate Mike’s art.

Based on his prolific output, varied roster and sales figures — when you’re playing games, why not go platinum? — Mike would have made Barry Gordy jealous. But his hyperbole and fake career wouldn’t have been as powerful if he didn’t allow reality to seep in. Many characters on his albums were named after or inspired by friends and family, and one live concert album was recorded at the famous Howard Theater, only miles from his D.C. home. Mike’s experiences being drafted and then going AWOL in boot camp in 1970 inspired a series of anti-war covers, including The Two Sides of Mingering Mike, which dramatically depicts the divided singer, one hand reaching for the microphone and one reaching for a rifle. Like some Harvey Darger for the crate-digging set, Mike used the medium of cover art as a way to create a rich fantasy world partially based on his own experiences.

Mingering Mike has kept up with technology and created a MySpace page, which includes samples of his recorded work. The crude a cappella tracks — he can’t play an instrument and hums all the melodies — are revealing, but diminish his charm. Hearing an actual Mingering Mike track takes away from the mystery. His cover art was so visually distinct and poignant, viewers’ minds could run wild, imagining what untethered soul and funk was playing in his head while he was drawing.

Interview
XLR8R
April 2007
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In their prime, Bad Brains was transcendent. In 1979, these four African-American punk pioneers from D.C. stormed the music world. They were Rastas capable of rattling your skull with intense rock, then seamlessly shifting gears into loping reggae rhythms and positive vibrations. The recently released concert DVD, Bad Brains: Live at CBGB’s 1982 (Music Video Distribution), hints at the band’s true power. It’s a tantalizing look at one of rock’s most vibrant, and occasionally unstable, groups–one that wouldn’t have existed without the passion and charisma of singer Paul “HR” Hudson.

John Stanier–who saw Bad Brains’ power firsthand at a Florida show in 1989–knows plenty about riveting performances. Originally known for drumming in innovative hard rock outfit Helmet, Stanier now bashes out lock-step grooves for Battles, an aural juggernaut that threads together experimental electronics, guitar riffs, and addictive, jazz-influenced rhythms. While the original lineup of Bad Brains worked on their new album in Baltimore and Stanier awaited the release of the debut Battles full-length in New York, the pair linked up on a telephone call to discuss brotherhood, hallowed punk moments, and the not-so-subtle influence of hip-hop grooves.

XLR8R: Both of you played at New York club CBGB’s back in the day. What was the significance of that venue?

HR: It was an open venue that gave us a way to channel, to release our talent, and I’m very grateful. We came and pulled it together, made it work, expanded our souls, as they say, and there was always a groove on. It was always a very educational experience. We kept the music as authentic as possible.

John Stanier: I agree. For me, it was really more about my old band Helmet. Our second or third show ever was at CB’s. The sound system was amazing. It was definitely one of the best in the city. The people were nice and it was just a cool place to play and run into all your friends. The first time I ever played there, I was sitting behind the drums on a riser where your brother Earl from Bad Brains, The Ramones, Cro-Mags, and all the greats had sat. It was a temple in a weird way.
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Interview
Stop Smiling
April 9, 2007
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As a high school student in California, Chris Manak wrote an essay about starting a record label. It’s difficult to imagine that Manak, who would later emerge as Peanut Butter Wolf, had a clear vision even then of how his quixotic label, Stones Throw, would operate.

One thing he didn’t lack was the knowledge — or the hustle — to be a music entrepreneur, having spent years making beats and compilations, spinning records and soaking up hip-hop culture before he founded the label in 1996.

The label’s name reflects the passion and kinship that Peanut Butter Wolf strives for in music. A turn of phrase used by Peanut Butter Wolf’s mother, stone’s throw is something he would joke about with his friend Charles Hicks, a rapid-fire MC known as Charizma. The duo started performing together as teenagers. After a short-lived record deal with a Walt Disney subsidiary, a promising partnership was cut short when Charizma was shot and killed in East Palo Alto in 1993. PBW quit music for six months before returning to beatmaking and DJing. When he founded the label three years later, the first release was “My World Premiere,” a 12” by Charizma and Peanut Butter Wolf.

Otis Jackson Jr., better known as Madlib, is the primary architect of Stones Throw Records’ sonic diversity. A producer known for his prolific output of “dirty ass loops” under various guises, including helium-voiced degenerate Quasimoto and one-man jazz band Yesterday’s New Quintet, Madlib has collaborated with much of the Stones Throw roster, along with other hip-hop underground geniuses like MF Doom and J Dilla. His work ethic — “When I do music, I wake up, do music, go to sleep, that’s it,” he says — stems in part from his musical roots. His father, Otis Jackson Sr., was a 1960s R&B singer; his mother, Senesca, wrote music; and his uncle, trumpeter Jon Faddis, performed with Charles Mingus and played on The Cosby Show theme.

I met Madlib and Peanut Butter Wolf before the soundcheck for the Stones Throw Chrome Children tour last fall in the lobby of Chicago’s Metro.
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Review
XLR8R
March 2007
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The history of the Black Panther Party is filled with the bold-faced names of key leaders, martyrs, and political prisoners. But as Black Panther: The Revolutionary Art of Emory Douglas (hardcover; Rizzoli, $35) demonstrates, those images of raising fists and black berets wouldn’t have become such iconic images of black pride without the benefit of Douglas’ bold graphic design and communication savvy.

From 1967, when he laid out the second issue of the Black Panther newspaper, to 1979, when the paper folded, Douglas was the Panther’s official Revolutionary Artist, working mainly in posters and newsprint to spread the party’s beliefs. His rich body of work created a recognizable revolutionary “brand.” His raw, almost Orwellian caricatures of cops as dirty swine, with clouds of flies buzzing around them, helped popularize the term “pigs,” but Douglas was much more multi-faceted. He illustrated powerful political statements; one striking poster shows Bobby Seale strapped to an electric chair with a salivating vulture, representing the government, hovering overhead. Douglas was able to communicate the Panthers’ struggle against poverty and inequality beautifully, creating stunning images of dignified people, fighting injustice with rifles in hand.

Containing a wealth of images, along with interviews with key figures like Kathleen Cleaver and Amiri Baraka, this first-ever compilation of Douglas’ work documents the relationship of art and propaganda to party doctrine and history, while linking the images to the art of related Third World independence struggles. While comparisons between Douglas’ work and that of his 1960s American contemporaries would have been welcome, this volume makes a convincing case that Douglas’ art “provoked a new consciousness.”

Interview
XLR8R
March 2007
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Expanding upon the themes of the primarily instrumental Since We Last Spoke (Definitive Jux), The Third Hand finds former sampling maestro RJD2 doing his own drum programming, instrumentation, and vocals.

“It got to the point, with sampling on the MPC, where it just got stupid,” RJ says of his new direction. “I was lifting such minute samples, it was just easier to make them myself. Also, I’m a little dude making little records on little independent labels. I’m not in a Just Blaze-type situation where I have the resources to clear all those samples.”

While figuring out the intricacies of placing microphones and engineering, RJ is also grappling with putting feelings into words. “[Songwriting is] the most intimidating and daunting part of making music,” he says. “I’m in awe of people who can put such eloquence in their songs. I feel like words are much more concrete than chords and riffs.” With that in mind, we asked RJ about some of his favorite songwriters.

1. The Teeth
One of my new favorite bands is Philly’s The Teeth; they sound a lot like the early Kinks’ records. They have really great chord progressions and vocal harmonies and are one of the few groups that have impressed me with their writing.

2. The Zombies
I feel like Odessey and Oracle is a record I’m never going to be able to live down. If I built a small list of records that shaped the way I think about music, [this album] would be on it.

3. The Beatles
Everything about them is perfect. The more I listen to Paul McCartney’s singing, I realize he has such clarity–his ability to hit every single note without any melisma is unbelievable. And [their engineers], George Martin and Geoff Emmerich, were really pushing the boundaries.

4. Donny Hathaway
He and Curtis Mayfield are both lyrically inspiring. There are a lot of people I find terribly poetic, and both these guys have written some songs that are amazingly poignant.

5. Radiohead
They know grooves and know how to make it work. It was really exciting to me when they first made that transition to Kid A. It was like the second season of The Wire: the show just kept widening its focus without dumping the previous season. That’s what Radiohead does.