Rent Right Now
When I was a kid and first started to play music, my friend, Brian Rickabaugh, told me something. He said that his piano teacher confided in him that listening to music was no longer enjoyable for him because he was constantly analyzing and deconstructing it—worrying over things like time signatures or instrumentation involved or keys or tempo changes. And I remember thinking: That is a terribly sad thing. I understand becoming enamored with or fascinated by something so much that you start to eat and breathe that thing—you have to get closer to it, understand it and be a part of it. But then to be taken over so much by that phenomenon that you lose the desire that got you there in the first place seems to completely miss the point. It seems like it becomes the difference between critic and connoisseur. Or maybe even just blissful audience member.


With that thought in mind, I come to The Brothers Bloom, a movie we recently rented on somewhat of a whim because it seemed like it might be pretty alright. I had vaguely remembered the movie being released, not because I saw any promotion of it, but just because we happened to walk by a theatre in the city that was playing it last year.

In short, it’s awesome. Like, in the more literal meaning of the word, where it left me filled with awe. Awe of the beautiful writing and directing by newcomer, Rian Johnson; awe of the scenery and beautifully-shot cinematography; awe of the impressive, honest acting by Adrien Brody, Mark Ruffalo, Rachel Weisz, and the surprisingly funny Rinko Kikuchi (the quiet one in Babel); and just awe of how coolly the whole narrative was laid out in front of me, the viewer. I’m no movie critic, but, honestly, it’s one of the best films I have seen in a long, long time.

Which brings me back to Brian Rickabaugh’s piano teacher. I’m sure that, were I more embedded in the world of film or television or writing or whathaveyou, I might have seen this movie’s style as cliché, or maybe I would have seen the twists in the plot coming from miles away, or maybe I would have been thoroughly un-endeared to Rachel Weisz and her so, so, s very endearing acting, but then I wouldn’t have been able to sit back and watch one of my new favorite movies ever. I, for one, am happily not Brian Rickabaugh’s piano teacher. And, therefore, I must strongly, strongly recommend this very overlooked film. Check it out if you haven’t already. For serious.

Poster art by Zachary Johnson.

We must start with an apology, follow with a list of excuses, and then finish with some lovely music.


First off, we are sorry, Internet. We have been terribly neglectful of you. We hope you have been able to keep yourself busy—kicking the ball around the yard, playing Solitaire, having imaginary tea parties—but we apologize sincerely nonetheless.

We would like you to know, however, we have many good reasons for totally ignoring you. They are as follows:
1. In the real world, we have moved our home, saying ‘hello’ to quite possibly the most lovely neighborhood in the world. We thank you for your congratulations. That’s very big of you, given the circumstances.
2. Again, in the real world, our design company has moved to a new studio space. Again, thank you for the congratulations. We still need a few things—desks, at least one million dollars worth of things from the Apple store, maybe a nice throw rug—but we’re getting there and are super-psyched about the new space.
3. Our very kind, but rather large cat sat on one of our computers for a prolonged period of time with his giant, furry butt. Which, apparently, is not good for computers (we didn’t see it anywhere in the manual). We are not angry at him, but it did destroy said computer, and, thus, contributed to your neglect, we must admit.
4. We were busy making Halloween costumes—Edgar Allan Poe + the Raven. Yes, we are a bit obsessed with those birds, we suppose.

So, with all that in mind, and our added apologies regarding the fact that we missed not one, but two Music Mondays, we would at least like to preset to you a Song of the Week by the folksy-yet-tightly-wound bay area band, Port O’Brien. With the roots of their songwriting and sound in the sea, PO’B paints a deep picture of sincerity and emotion with their music. We’ve been fans of them for a bit now and are excited about the new release, available at Insound, iTunes, and, likely, a record store near you. Song, courtesy TBD Records.

And we promise to do better, Internet. Really.

Vincent Moon Visits Copenhagen
One of my favorite bands, Efterklang, was recently part of an experiment involving Vincent Moon—the filmmaker largely famous for his work with La Blogotheque. A project started with the intention of finding new ways to present independent music, La Blogothequ is a French site that presents quickly-filmed, organic film of bands and musicians playing their songs live. The result is usually warm, intimate, and, in short, beautiful. With Temporary Copenhagen, Moon created a single-take, 3o minute piece in a house in Copenhagen, assembling 9 local bands and having them each play a song on the spot, with one song blending into the next. The result is a meandering, shimmering soundscape of the city and its very talented local music scene. Other than Efterklang, I only knew one other band—Slaraffenland, who is also really superb. They also have a Moon video on this same site of them playing their current album from beginning to end in locations all over Copenhagen. Definitely worth checking out when you get a chance. You can see both videos over at the temporarycopenhagen.com. Have a great one.

The KoR CMJ Dancecard

New Yorkers, have you noticed a strange over-abundance of annoyingly hip people wandering around the city? Well, if you haven’t yet, you will soon. Because CMJ’s Music Marathon is all this week and, as a result, basically every band you’ve ever heard of is playing. Even Evan Dando, weirdly enough. And, whereas we here at Kindness of Ravens are way too old to be going to shows every night, we can live vicariously through you, Internet, and we hope you enjoy the many, many, MANY artists performing this week. Can’t make up your mind on who to see? There we can help. Here’s a list of the CMJ showcases we’re most excited to see, broken up by day.

Glasslands Gallery
Sean Bones
ECHOecho
Right On Dynamite
Beat Radio

We’re bummed that Speech Debelle couldn’t work out the whole visa work/travel issues and is thus stuck in the UK, not playing this show, but we’re betting Cobble Hill’s own Sean Bones (above) will rock the stage nonetheless. Like easy flowin’, good feelin’, smoothed out white boy reggae? Um, why wouldn’t you? Check out his winningly good Easy Street.

A couple of bands before him is another Brooklyn band, Right On Dynamite, who we don’t know very well, but get points for a) Brooklyn, b) extra positive name, and c) this track—Mantra for the Madness.

If you’re sick of Brooklyn and just looking for some well-crafted, modern day noise pop, a la My Bloody Valentine, check out the stupendous Black Swan Green at the Delancey instead (8:15PM). Though I think they’re from Brooklyn too…

Le Poisson Rouge
Green Owl Showcase with
The Very Best
Violens
Grandchildren
Ninjasonik

It saddens us somewhat to look back at our post on The Very Best from earlier this summer—when weather was warm and the promise of vacations and days at the beach still hung in the air—but we’re SUPER-psyched to find out that they were added to the CMJ lineup for Wednesday’s Green Owl Showcase. We’re not sure if Esau Mwamwaya plays by himself for live shows or if the two producers who make up Radioclit will be accompanying him, but, regardless, it’s sure to be a great set. Their album is finally out, which we highly recommend, but you can download some of their songs over at rcrdlbl.com too. We’re not crazy about the slightly derivative, new wave-y Violens, but Grandchildren play music that mixes acoustic and electronic in an rolling, tranquil way that reminds us of Mice Parade. And Ninjasonik’s gotta be good, right?

The Delancey (downstairs)
We Are Enfant Terrible
Reni Lane
Suckers
Yes Giantess
Delorean
The Antlers
Bear Hands
Male Bonding
special guest

Well, we don’t know who the “very special guest you won’t want to miss” might be, but we do know that, even if it’s NOT Alf, this show’s going to kick some serious asses. If you can make it over to the Delancey, be sure to catch Suckers early on (7:45PM), followed by the back-to-back awesomeness of The Antlers (10PM) and Bear Hands (above, 10:45PM). Check out Long Lean Queen by Bear Hands.

The Bell House
Polyvinyl Showcase
Japandroids
Headlights
Owen
James Husband
Cale Sparks
Motel Motel
Common Loon
DJ sets by Asobi Seksu

I can’t deny my emo roots in not recommending the Polyvinyl Showcase at Bell House on Friday. It’s got something for everyone—the hot new indie pop of Headlights; the jangly-yet-sweet sounds of ever-cool Japandroids; and the sadly sweet songs and quick wit of Mike Kinsella (AKA – Owen, helmeted for safety above). Plus I bet Yuki Chikudate of Asobi Seksu can spin a mean disk.

The Bell House
Au Revoir Simone
The Postmarks
Still Flyin’
Pursesnatchers
Miracles of Modern Science

Head back over to the Bell House Saturday for the coup de grace, headlined by Brooklyn’s pop trinity, Au Revoir Simone and the (again) white boy reggae pop sounds of Still Flyin’, whose seasonally-appropriate Good Thing It’s a Ghost Town Around Here is our song of the week (to the right). And TOTALLY don’t miss KoR favorites, Miracles of Modern Science, who are opening the show with their superbly unique string-quartet-meets-steampunk-scifi sounds. That may not read as awesome, but they really are great. Download their EP for free from their myspace page. Highly highly recommended.

Alright, that’s it from us. We’re going to go take a nap now or do some other old person thing. Like work. Boooooo.

Handsome Grocery
Being designers by trade, when shopping, we tend to notice things like packaging, labeling…you know – design. We often buy wine simply because it has a nicely-done label. We’ve recently even gone as far as conducting a “Judge a Book by its Cover” experiment, where Katie and I both bought new novels from Word bookstore in Greenpoint based only on their cover designs. Results: Katie’s—The White Mary, by Kira Salak—awesome; mine—The Island at the End of the World, by Sam Taylor—pretty okay. Check out that cover though, man. Point being, we like to support companies and individuals who hold high a decent level of a aesthetic sense. So imagine our disappointment when, at the store the other day, we noted the new, very lame packaging for Silk Soymilk. Not only did they just redesign their packaging last year, but now they seem to be taking a note from the Pepsi/Tropicana move earlier this year. Remember the new cartons for Tropicana that literally lasted mere months? They were near impossible to decipher and L-A-M-E. I think I stood in the fridge section of a local Associated for ten minutes trying to figure out which one was “Some Pulp.” They soon after wisely switched back to the old packaging (some dudes got FIRED for that, man). I can only hope Silk gets their wisdom on too. As Katie said, “It makes it look like I’m buying generic milk. I don’t want to look like I’m buying generic milk.”


In other product redesign news, Nabisco has given Wheat Thins a facelift. I’d say it’s an improvement, but, more importantly, they’ve accompanied the redesign with a change in the ingredients: No more high fructose corn syrup! Exciting news for me, as these have always been my favorite mainstream crackers and I, sadly, stopped eating them when I started learning more about high fructose corn syrup and its associated grossness. Yes, yes, I know that it’s debatable as to whether HFCS is that much worse than any other sweetener, but I feel pretty good about avoiding an additive that’s derived from a government-subsidized corn surplus and processed to contain ultra-concentrated sugars that are near unrecognizable as sugars by the body and thus go straight to fats. Boooo, that. And yay, the return of my favorite crackers. If you’re wondering, it looks like HFCS has been replaced with barley- and corn-based malt syrup…so who knows how much of a difference this will actually make in the product and, yes, it’s likely much more a PR move. But it is interesting and seemingly significant that a major corporation is making a show of the lack of HFCS in one of its products. Also, check out their kinda weird new site.


Finally, for anyone in NYC who doesn’t already know, our favorite vegan cheese product, Daiya, is now being used in the Park Slope vegan eatery, V-Spot, and they’re now even selling it retail for use at home. I highly recommend making a pizza with the stuff. Or enchiladas. Or a quesadilla. Or lasagna. Or… Here’s an updated list of places all around the country that carry Daiya.

Now get out there and make a cracker-soy milk-vegan cheese casserole. Mmmm.

Thao and the wonderfully-named Get Down Stay Down play folksy, upbeat music with smart, vibrant lyrics. Why would you not like that? Why? Plus they’ve got roots in our home state, Virginia, and are managed by Slim Moon—the dude who started the label, Kill Rock Stars, and is therefore responsible for like 90% of what I listened to in college. Now based in San Francisco, T+GDSD are bringing their hand-clappy, feel-goody vibes to bear on the new album, Know Better Learn Faster, in stores tomorrow. Can’t wait? Me neither. Check out the title track, our Song of the Week. What what?!


They’re hitting Bowery Ballroom in NYC November 4 + various other lovely cities as they tour to support the new record. Check ’em!

Home is Where the Bartender Is
So, to follow up on Tuesday’s post, we would like to pass on to you, lovely Internet, two drink recipes that our good friend, Dani, the bartender at Hotel Home in Buenos Aires, created for us while we were there. Keep in mind, this guy is mad skilled, and we honestly were super-psyched that he wrote this stuff down for us, much less gave us permission to post the recipes on-line. His only caveat was that we had to name each of the two drinks. And so we have Lo Siento—”I’m sorry” in Spanish, but literally “I feel it”…and you will—and The Ginger Français—a ginger-infused vodka base with some exotic flavors like a french black currant liqueur to excite up your palette.


Both of the recipes are a little out there—the good places go all out with unique ingredient combinations for drinks in BA. If you’ve never infused your own liquor, YOU SHOULD. It’s totally easy and really fun. Basically, you put some stuff in a bottle, then also put liquor in that bottle. Here are some *slightly* more detailed instructions. The only other true head-scratchers in these two recipes are Dubonnet—a really nice red-wine-based aperitif—and Cassis—the black-currant-based liqueur. Oh, and absinthe. But that’s all over the place these days. I mean, Marilyn Manson sells his own. Seriously. It’s called Mansinthe. No, really.

You should be able to track everything down with a little luck though. Plus it’s super-impressive to have bizarre-yet-scrumptious libations. So, enjoy! Don’t buy Mansinthe though. Please. And if you happen to be in Buenos Aires any time soon, stop by the Hotel Home bar and tell everyone we say ‘hi.’ And that we miss them. Terribly.

Click the image below for full recipe details. Photo above: Poolside at Home. No, no, those birds and magical flowers are totally always there…

As I sit in front of the computer screen this morning with a mug of freshly pressed coffee full of foamy soy milk, I realize, whether subconsciously or not, I’m very much still longing for Home. Not the home we have situated directly next to the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway that’s perpetually surrounded by smells ranging from very artificial grape to very artificial licorice to I have no idea what—all depending on what the nearby candy factory is working on that particular day (sounds cool, but it’s not). No, the Home I speak of is Hotel Home in Buenos Aires, Argentina. And yes, we are moving soon. Thanks for the concern.

As you may or may not know, Internet, Katie and I recently partook in a vacation that can only be characterized as amazing. Perhaps mind-blowing would work as well. Top notch seems fitting, now that I think of it. We were lucky enough to meet our good friends Kristen and Rimas in Buenos Aires about a month ago, spending a week soaking up the cool, European feel of the city and it’s seemingly always friendly inhabitants.

There was superb shopping—Lupe + Juana de Arco were exciting notables for women’s wear and giant stuffed rats, respectively, Felix + Hermanos Estebecorena for men’s wear; there were beautiful landmarks like historic La Recoleta Cemetery and the still functioning early 1900s wooden train cars of the Line A; there were roughly one million lovely cafés which served some of the best Malbecs we’ve ever had; and surprisingly vegan-friendly dining—most notably the astounding Tegui, situated behind an unmarked black door upon a heavily graffitied white wall. And at the base of it all—where we woke up every morning to warm cups of coffee with soy milk with breakfasts of fresh bread and local fruits and where we returned every night to superbly-mixed drinks—was Hotel Home.

Nestled in the highly pleasing neighborhood of Palermo, Home looks far from homey—you won’t find any bed and breakfast style hearths or cozy armchairs here. It feels like a stylish spa more than anything else, with clean lines and bold, warm colors popping from earthy neutrals in their wallpapers and décor. They do play off the concept though, with charming cross-stitched room number and floor signs and some other nice touches. But what makes us miss Home so dearly isn’t the interior design or even their kick-ass coffee; it’s the endless smiles, kind words, and helpful guidance the staff of Home gave us that truly made our stay special and opened up the city to us. There was one night that Pau, one of the staff members, was nice enough to call around to various BA restaurants to see what they could do for vegans like us. When I saw her later, she said, “Troy, I have called all the restaurants.” And I’m not really sure she was exaggerating. Every recommendation they gave us was spot on and allowed us to experience the city and culture (and, yes, excellent restaurants and bars) even more. And Dani, the resident bartender, was both an excellently skilled craftsman of superior libations and an upstanding guy to boot. Speaking of, if you happen to visit and can get them through customs, he would very much appreciate any non-standard bitters (anything other than the run-of-the-mill Angostura bitters). Or, if you’re feeling daring, some good rye.

So, in closing, whereas we are, of course, glad to be back at our real home, close to our friends and basking again in the New Yorkness of it all, Home is where our heart is, now, and we can’t wait to visit again.

Below, Dani, Pau, and Maria from Home.


This Guy Makes Some Pretty Amazing Music When Not Posing on a Bike in a Park with his Dog, Wife, and Crying Kid
That was actually going to be the title of the new Owen album, but the bigwigs over at Polyvinyl thought it was “unwieldy” and didn’t make for a catchy acronym. Suits, man.


At any rate, first off, apologies. We have been lax on the posting and near non-existent in the blogosphere since our vacation south of the border. We deserve any pent up aggression you may hold toward us. But before you go and punch your computer screen, listen to this week’s song of the week, from emo-gets-old-and-pretty veteran Mike Kinsella—AKA Owen. This guy’s long been one of my favorite artists—starting out as a kid in the OLD old school emo band Cap’n Jazz with his brother, Tim, and Promise Ring frontman/recipient of a HUGE Katie crush, Davey von Bohlen, then moving on to Joan of Arc. His band American Football wrote what is seriously my favorite song of all time—Never Meant (courtesy of Can You See the Sunset). Hands down. It just beats out The Spinanes’ Hawaiian Baby.

With the release of New Leaves, Kinsella marks his fifth full-length under his solo moniker as he continues to put stories of coming to terms with growing old and somewhat boring to music that, in my humble opinion, is beautiful. I don’t hear many great strides forward in the evolution of the song-writing or instrumentation, but this is one of those guys/bands that I really never want to see change much. I love his music and, for one, am just psyched there’s more of it out there.

Owen’s playing the Mercury Lounge on Friday and Union Hall in Park Slope on Saturday, both shows with The One AM Radio. Check out the song of the week, courtesy of Knox Road, to the right. And you can listen to the other tracks on the album over at the Onion.

And we’re back. Phew. Vacation’s kinda the best. Not that we’re not happy to see you again, Internet. We are. To prove it, we’re FINALLY posting a new song of the week, this one from French + Danish = really nice pop duo, the Dø (pronounced, “doe,” as in, “do a deer a female deer…”). Cutesy? Yeah sure. But the arrangement is interesting and sweet enough to keep you coming back for more. Plus I’m a real sucker for weirdly beautiful vocals. Enter the Dø. And exit me. I’m going back on vacation, man. Enjoy.