Sunday, April 19

While he's sleeping

I'm scheeming...

Saturday, April 18

My boyfriend's twitter

Celebration is in motion as He finally caved and will start dutifully slathering our Twitters with music news, artists, songs, hits, links... we've been eagerly expecting you! Rejoice and have fun <3

(rss feed on the right soon to follow)

Home Schooling: Saddy Sessions

Who doesn't love a penthouse? The one in question comes equipped with three floors, a massive television set (complete with a top-notch home theater), a baby grand piano and a cozy veranda, all of which allow many sorts of activities ranging from band rehearsal to Playstation tournaments. The lovable (and very welcoming) homeowner is Pelvs's own keyboard player, André Saddy, a fan of progressive rock, jazz and great barbecues. He is also the producer of the critically acclaimed Loki, a documentary recounting the life of Mutantes leader Arnaldo Baptista.

Last night marked another Friday evening hang out at Chez Saddy, kicking off with several hours of a fierce Winning 11 tournament. The chosen soundtrack included J Mascis's Martin + Me, a live record from 1996 featuring him and his beloved guitar on heartfelt acoustic Dino Jr renditions and a couple of covers. To borrow a quote from a fellow fan:

"On Martin and Me, J Mascis sings terribly, plays sloppily, showcases no new material, and covers the horrible, atavistic Lynard Skynard. This album is so much fun!"

Next came Ricardo's unlikely pick of a oldie but goodie Maldita hit dating back to the Ghetto days, I wish I was skinny by lo-fi darlings Boo Radleys. Soon followed the ever-classic Hatful of Hollow, gearing everyone up for the telecommunications event of the season: a live Coachella webcast of two of Britain's finest lads, Mr. Morrisey and Sir Paul McCartney. Over two hours of a glitchless commercial-free near-high definition transmission of a concert taking place thousands of miles away... where did the last century go?

During the stage set-up interval, there was still time for some Chet in Paris, celebrating the overall consensus that the only way Saddy's penthouse could be any better would be if it was actually in Paris.
One hell of a Friday night, by all means.

(more of Chez Saddy's picks here)

Wednesday, April 15


Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you His very own band:

Over the past 15 years, Pelvs has become a national indie treasure here in Brazil. Claiming to be a "loud surf" band, their sound actually incorporates far more complex landscapes, complete with their line-up of at least three electric guitars at all times. With a much notorious laid-back attitude, they have unfortunately only released a handful of albums through Midsummer Madness, but those in Rio de Janeiro have lucked out tonight: they are playing live at Cinematheque celebrating His birthday. Cake's on the house!

And then there was a film

A short, very conceptual, beautifully done albeit perhaps a little tinsy tiny bit over on the Art school side - but a film, nonetheless! Starring some of our favourites (yes, you, Cillian) and featuring the snowy quietness of the Canadian winter as a background to an unorthodox love story and that amazing song.

Watch Kevin barely able to control his blazing love for her

and then fall in love yourself.

Wednesday, April 8

Wish list: NYC Popfest 2009

Yes, that says The Radio Dept. right there. Yes, they are headliners. The real question is: is it really happening this time? The teasing has gone on far too long! That new album they refuse to release, the concerts at odd cities of the world, many other canceled dates... are the producers of this festival aware of this erratic behavior? Or are they so headoverheels for them (as the rest of us) that they're willing to take that leap? Who exactly do you think you are, New York City, some remote island in the Pacific? A little village in the middle of Hungary?

Scratch that, the real question is: anyone has two spare plane tickets to the U.S. this spring? Thanks in advance!

Tuesday, April 7

Maldita Hits: 90's edition

In honor of last night's Back to the 90's edition with a whopping 5 hours of Him DJing solo, here's another unforgettable, nonsensical (and for that very same reason, brilliant) all-time classic Furry video featuring the best Winter Olympics Sport. Curious?

WARNING: song might cause sudden happiness spasms, choreographed dance outbursts and an uncanny wish to move to Wales.

Love is such a spectacle

Imagine having the best dad one could ever wish for. Not only superbly talented, but surrounded by equals, so much that he was able to make what many would claim to be the most relevant rock band of all times. An inspired poet, a finely tuned musician, a marvelous hit-maker. Above it all, imagine being a toddler not realizing any of this while getting ice-cream with him after racing kites at the Park. Imagine having him as the best piano teacher and snow angel maker. Imagine the nights he put you to sleep, the mornings he cooked you breakfast, a morning just like that one when a maniac - when you didn't even know what "maniac" meant - suddenly stole all these dreams from you.

Fast-forward around 20 years later. Born into talent, you've managed to assemble good musicians and venture yourself in a couple of sucessful projects. You would think being that rich and gifted would eventually make things easier - not quite so. The rest of the (detached) world seems to not only loathe your mother (your only parent left), but also blame her for much of your own personal tragedy. Managing to have kept your emotions frailly alive, you seek care and tenderness in a relationship with a beautiful kind girl, all the while enlisting your best friend as your eternal confident. One day, these two once equally comforting worlds collide into a fireball of betrayal and hurt. As you attempt to regain conscience and perspective, an accident prematurely takes away one large piece of that foundation, never to return. Your tragic story has now achieved Greek proportions. What do you do about it?

If you are Sean Lennon, you make one of the most brilliant records of the 21st century. Because you are his son, because those snow angels never really faded, because you still loved him too much, and her as well. Because you were meant to do it.

Wednesday, April 1

Come around

If this blog had begun in 2004 (around twelve centuries ago), the first first Maldita Hits post would most likely feature You take me, you break me". Back then, no better word could describe those lazy sunsets with thrilling dance floor music better than Summerland. That is, of course, prior to the result of some hard-earned research (scavenger hunt?) for Nedelle's first release (out on Kimchee Records), Republic of Two. Who knew bossa nova and a San Francisco jazz background would merge so well? It's amazing how some music can become poetry instead of the other way around.