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I am the second baseman </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/5172227171241143403/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=5172227171241143403&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/5172227171241143403?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/5172227171241143403?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-i-kick-it.html" title="Can I Kick It?" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8BQH04fyp7ImA9WxRRE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-2437741551270687929</id><published>2008-09-25T10:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:34:11.337-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-25T11:34:11.337-04:00</app:edited><title>Open Wide for Certain Doom</title><summary>Future of the Left:  The Fibre Provider
Future of the Left:  The Hope That House Built
We Versus the Shark:  Suddenly It's a Folk Song 

Everyone loved McLusky after they broke up.  By that token, Future of the Left are certain to be huge after their fiery bus crash career move.  Here's the recipe for Future of the Left:  take everything that was good about Big Black, Jesus Lizard, and all their </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/2437741551270687929/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=2437741551270687929&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/2437741551270687929?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/2437741551270687929?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/09/open-wide-for-certain-doom.html" title="Open Wide for Certain Doom" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MHQn48eip7ImA9WxRSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-3488822264515297640</id><published>2008-09-19T09:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:37:13.072-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-19T09:37:13.072-04:00</app:edited><title>Deep in a Funnel of Love</title><summary>When Long Gone John sold Sympathy for the Record Industry in 2007, he left stranded an odds-and-sods compilation of early Detroit Cobras material that was to be called Lost and Found.  See the original cover here.

The songs finally found a home this year on Munster Records, under the title Original Recordings 1995-1997.  The Cobras' first three singles are featured, as well as a number of </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/3488822264515297640/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=3488822264515297640&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/3488822264515297640?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/3488822264515297640?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/09/deep-in-funnel-of-love.html" title="Deep in a Funnel of Love" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8MSXY5fSp7ImA9WxRSF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-1902985559948031353</id><published>2008-09-18T13:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:41:28.825-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-18T15:41:28.825-04:00</app:edited><title>Don't Make a Career of It</title><summary>"Any band worth its salt rips off the Velvet Underground."  So said Mark E. Smith (him again? here?) back in the neo-psychedelic days of the Bunnymen, the Furs, and the Teardrop Explodes.  Many bands have also borrowed liberally from the Fall.  Chief among these may be Pavement.  Their low-fi sound, the obscure lyrics, and even their titles &amp; graphics didn't come from nowhere:  they came from </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/1902985559948031353/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=1902985559948031353&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/1902985559948031353?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/1902985559948031353?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-make-career-of-it.html" title="Don't Make a Career of It" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIHRH47cCp7ImA9WxRSFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-2534095566085582679</id><published>2008-09-17T11:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:48:55.008-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-17T11:48:55.008-04:00</app:edited><title>Back in the DMZ</title><summary>There were many mismatches between artist and producer in the early punk era.  Circa 1977-78, did anyone really know how to record a punk band?  The Clash allowed Sandy Pearlman (of Blue Oyster Cult) to produce their second album, and the Damned had Nick Mason (of Pink Floyd) produce their second LP.  Speedy Keen (of Thunderclap Newman) turned LAMF into sonic muck for the Heartbreakers, and Jerry</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/2534095566085582679/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=2534095566085582679&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/2534095566085582679?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/2534095566085582679?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-in-dmz.html" title="Back in the DMZ" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YCSXk-eSp7ImA9WxRTGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-346297336569982612</id><published>2008-09-08T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:46:08.751-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-08T10:46:08.751-04:00</app:edited><title>Trying to Stay Positive about Stay Positive</title><summary>Critics who complained that Craig Finn's lyrics on Boys and Girls were too much about drinking down by the banks of the Mississippi River may be relieved to learn that he and his friends now drink on top of water towers.  It's a step up, I guess.  The only songs that really touch me on Stay Positive are "Lord I'm Discouraged" and the last of the bonus tracks, a countryish lament about aging </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/346297336569982612/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=346297336569982612&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/346297336569982612?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/346297336569982612?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/09/trying-to-stay-positive-about-stay.html" title="Trying to Stay Positive about Stay Positive" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUASHk5fSp7ImA9WxdUFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-2706305564686787531</id><published>2008-07-30T14:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:24:09.725-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-30T14:24:09.725-04:00</app:edited><title>All Summered Out</title><summary>Always hated to see summer end when I was a child.  Now I look forward to sending my kids back to school, as well as the cooler weather.  Here's a mix of songs to observe the approaching change of season.

The Cucumbers:  June-a-Done-July-O
(buy Where We Sleep Tonight)

Yo La Tengo: The Summer
(what, you don't own Fakebook?)

Richard Hawley:  The Sun Refused to Shine
(don't know much about him, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/2706305564686787531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=2706305564686787531&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/2706305564686787531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/2706305564686787531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-summered-out.html" title="All Summered Out" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUFRX4_eyp7ImA9WxdUEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-8745574898294378587</id><published>2008-07-25T15:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:30:14.043-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-25T15:30:14.043-04:00</app:edited><title>Lucky Seven</title><summary>My younger son turned seven today.  At his request, we went to Waffle House for breakfast.  I warned him not to pry, but he couldn't resist asking the one-armed waitress how she lost her limb.  "It's a long story, honey," she said. "But I sure do miss it."

Chisel:  Waffle House 

(buy Chisel records here)</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/8745574898294378587/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=8745574898294378587&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/8745574898294378587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/8745574898294378587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/07/lucky-seven.html" title="Lucky Seven" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUFR38yfCp7ImA9WxdWEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-1120161229161731515</id><published>2008-07-03T17:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:23:36.194-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-03T17:23:36.194-04:00</app:edited><title>3rd of July with the Jody Grind</title><summary>The Jody Grind:  3rd of July
I forgot to post this song last year, but it popped into my mind today.  The Jody Grind was an Atlanta band well-remembered by those of us who lived here in the early 1990's.  Surviving members Bill Taft and Kelly Hogan continue to perform music.  Bill leads an Atlanta band called Hubcap City.  Kelly moved to Chicago and has released several excellent solo albums, as </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/1120161229161731515/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=1120161229161731515&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/1120161229161731515?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/1120161229161731515?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/07/3rd-of-july-with-jody-grind.html" title="3rd of July with the Jody Grind" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNQn8yfip7ImA9WxdRFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-1505372846630577197</id><published>2008-06-04T12:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:53:13.196-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-04T12:53:13.196-04:00</app:edited><title>Blunder, Keg and Purse</title><summary>My two favorite new releases of this spring were the Duke Spirit's Neptune and the Colour Revolt's Plunder, Beg and Curse.  The Colour Revolt have been widely compared to the Pixies, mainly due to singer Jesse Coppenbarger's ragged howl on their 2006 debut EP.  In their more unhinged moments, the Colour Revolt remind me of the Australian band the Drones.

Plunder, Beg and Curse was released on </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/1505372846630577197/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=1505372846630577197&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/1505372846630577197?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/1505372846630577197?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/06/blunder-keg-and-purse.html" title="Blunder, Keg and Purse" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFR3s7cCp7ImA9WxdRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-7407723821232930333</id><published>2008-06-03T12:43:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:46:56.508-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-03T12:46:56.508-04:00</app:edited><title>re:wire</title><summary>Nice to see Wire getting some attention online lately.  A new album, Object 47, has been announced for release next month.

Wire songs have been covered by REM, MBV, Big Black and many others.  Here are a few lesser known Wire covers.  One each from the albums Pink Flag, Chairs Missing, and 154, all of which are essential to own.

A little known fact about Wire is that their song "Ex Lion Tamer" </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/7407723821232930333/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=7407723821232930333&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/7407723821232930333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/7407723821232930333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/06/rewire.html" title="re:wire" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUFQ3c-fSp7ImA9WxdTGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-8193390225953309237</id><published>2008-05-15T18:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:30:12.955-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-15T19:30:12.955-04:00</app:edited><title>Dreadlock Holiday</title><summary>I took a month off from listening to (and blogging about) rock music.  I spent that month listening to reggae, dub, and ska.  I have no insightful opinions to share with you regarding Jamaican music.  However, I can recommend a few books I read recently.  

This is no more a book blog than it is a reggae blog.  But if you enjoy satiric novels, you will be pleased with the works of Anthony Winkler</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/8193390225953309237/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=8193390225953309237&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/8193390225953309237?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/8193390225953309237?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreadlock-holiday.html" title="Dreadlock Holiday" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YDQXs5cCp7ImA9WxZbE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-6731159533140255801</id><published>2008-04-16T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:59:30.528-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-16T12:59:30.528-04:00</app:edited><title>Evolution of a Man Next Door</title><summary>The song Man Next Door (a/k/a Quiet Place, or I've Got to Get Away) was written in the late 1960's by John Holt of the Paragons.

In the 1970's, Bunny Lee produced a dub version for King Tubby, A Noisy Place.  (There is also a rare "Dub Next Door" by Tappa Zukie).  Dave Barker screamed like James Brown on his deejay version of I Got to Get Away.  Dr. Alimantado warned about Poison Flour over </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/6731159533140255801/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=6731159533140255801&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/6731159533140255801?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/6731159533140255801?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/04/evolution-of-man-next-door.html" title="Evolution of a Man Next Door" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8AQnwyfip7ImA9WxZUEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-2280776353959288866</id><published>2008-04-01T12:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:37:23.296-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-01T12:37:23.296-04:00</app:edited><title>Being for the Benefit of Mr. Frye</title><summary>Claw Hammer:  Final Solution
Chrome Cranks:  Street Waves
Cobra Verde:  Chinese Radiation
Tar:  Non-Alignment Pact

Thank you to all the visitors this past month who commented on the Pere Ubu posts.  Here are some covers of Pere Ubu songs from The Modern Dance.  If you are interested in seeing what the Atlanta performance of The Man with X Ray Eyes looked like, check out the pictures and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/2280776353959288866/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=2280776353959288866&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/2280776353959288866?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/2280776353959288866?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-for-benefit-of-mr-frye.html" title="Being for the Benefit of Mr. Frye" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UARX04eSp7ImA9WxZVFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-5623103063127563030</id><published>2008-03-26T09:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:20:44.331-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-26T10:20:44.331-04:00</app:edited><title>Reckless Eyeballing</title><summary>I thought the Pere Ubu performance was a successful meld of music and film.  The band performed instrumental versions of Ubu songs ranging from the first album to the most recent, 2006's excellent Why I Hate Women.  David Thomas didn't sing, as far as I could tell.  He occasionally triggered samples from a computer.  Some of these were humorous, such as a voice paging "Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard, Dr. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/5623103063127563030/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=5623103063127563030&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/5623103063127563030?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/5623103063127563030?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/03/reckless-eyeballing.html" title="Reckless Eyeballing" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYEQ38-cCp7ImA9WxZVEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-1019914569154818471</id><published>2008-03-20T11:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:15:02.158-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-20T11:15:02.158-04:00</app:edited><title>Pere Ubu Performs in Atlanta</title><summary>Stooges:  TV Eye (outtake)
Chrome:  TV as Eyes
Le Shok:  TV in My Eye 

Pere Ubu will perform a live "underscore" to accompany the 1963 film X: The Man with X Ray Eyes at 9:30pm on Tuesday, March 25 at the Plaza Theater in Atlanta.  Pere Ubu will also accompany a screening of the film in Charlotte on Monday.

X: The Man with X Ray Eyes was directed by Roger Corman, and starred Ray Milland (as </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/1019914569154818471/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=1019914569154818471&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/1019914569154818471?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/1019914569154818471?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/03/pere-ubu-performs-in-atlanta.html" title="Pere Ubu Performs in Atlanta" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMERXg-eyp7ImA9WxZQFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-5497170025676306465</id><published>2008-02-19T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:53:24.653-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-19T10:53:24.653-05:00</app:edited><title>The Percolations Are Imminent</title><summary>Charles Walker and the Dynamites will bring their classic funk sound to Atlanta's EARL on Friday, February 29th, and to the Melting Point in Athens on the following night (Saturday, March 1st).  When I say classic funk, I mean the sound of James Brown circa 1965, with a touch of the mighty Meters.  Walker is a powerful soul shouter, and the Dynamites are a nine-piece band who specialize in </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/5497170025676306465/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=5497170025676306465&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/5497170025676306465?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/5497170025676306465?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/02/percolations-are-imminent.html" title="The Percolations Are Imminent" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cMQnY7cSp7ImA9WxZVFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-3264314426812561298</id><published>2008-02-11T12:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:18:03.809-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-26T10:18:03.809-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ATL record stores" /><title>I Want My Record Store Back</title><summary>My local independent record store closed last week.  It had been open almost thirty years.  The owner has been ill for several months, which may have been the deciding factor in closing the store.  But I have no doubt that the store was mortally wounded by the popularity of downloading music, and the stifling grip of the big box retailers (who are now devoting less shelf space to CD's).  Only </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/3264314426812561298/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=3264314426812561298&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/3264314426812561298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/3264314426812561298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-my-record-store-back.html" title="I Want My Record Store Back" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IBSXk6fyp7ImA9WxZRFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-2676106174986679223</id><published>2008-02-07T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:12:38.717-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-07T14:12:38.717-05:00</app:edited><title>Twenty Seven Years of Rising Above</title><summary>Neon Christ, an Atlanta hardcore band from the 1980's, reunited last year to play a series of shows and to participate in a documentary film about the punk scene in Atlanta.  The band's final performance was on 2/02/08 at the Treehouse in suburban Lawrenceville, GA.  (Read about my first visit to the Treehouse here).  There were half a dozen old dudes like me, with eyeglasses and greying hair, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/2676106174986679223/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=2676106174986679223&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/2676106174986679223?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/2676106174986679223?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/02/twenty-seven-years-of-rising-above.html" title="Twenty Seven Years of Rising Above" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cBQX47eCp7ImA9WxZSGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-1465851701551111447</id><published>2008-01-31T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:44:10.000-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-31T13:44:10.000-05:00</app:edited><title>Underneathica Party Political Broadcast</title><summary>Underneathica heartily and unreservedly endorses either presidential candidate of either party who can perform the following feats of strength, diplomacy, wisdom and prudence (as described in song):

1) Bring home our soldiers from the quagmire in Middle East:
Steve Earle - Rich Man's War (buy The Revolution Starts Now)

2) Provide health insurance to the 47 million Americans who are uninsured, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/1465851701551111447/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=1465851701551111447&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/1465851701551111447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/1465851701551111447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/01/underneathica-party-political-broadcast.html" title="Underneathica Party Political Broadcast" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MGQ388eyp7ImA9WxZSF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-1725296620862410570</id><published>2008-01-30T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:43:42.173-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-30T11:43:42.173-05:00</app:edited><title>Futures and Pasts</title><summary>Am I the only one not really feeling this new Black Mountain album?  I'm starting to warm up to it, but it seems less like "the future" and more like a dusty old LP that I might drop a buck on in a thrift store.  Is this the new trend, hipster metal?  Who was it who once said, "We fought wars against this stuff"?

I've recently come across two music blogs that will please those of us who still </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/1725296620862410570/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=1725296620862410570&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/1725296620862410570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/1725296620862410570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/01/futures-and-pasts.html" title="Futures and Pasts" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEMSHg-fyp7ImA9WxZSFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-5778472053695094548</id><published>2008-01-28T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:18:09.657-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-28T12:18:09.657-05:00</app:edited><title>Bolts of Lysergic Acid-Guided Melody</title><summary>I'm listening to Adam Franklin's solo album Bolts of Melody a lot lately.  I should have mentioned it (and the Soulsavers album with Mark Lanegan) on my list of good records from 2007.  

Most of the record is surprisingly mellow, and Adam reveals himself as a sensitive rhythm player with a solid singing voice.  He plays like the shoegazer guitar god of his Swervedriver days on a few tracks, like</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/5778472053695094548/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=5778472053695094548&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/5778472053695094548?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/5778472053695094548?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/01/bolts-of-lysergic-acid-guided-melody.html" title="Bolts of Lysergic Acid-Guided Melody" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHSXc9eip7ImA9WxZTFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-8751925502434434996</id><published>2008-01-17T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T07:18:58.962-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-18T07:18:58.962-05:00</app:edited><title>Get Yer Duke Spirit</title><summary>February 4th is the release date for Neptune, the second album by the Duke Spirit.  I think the Duke Spirit is one of the best bands to emerge in the last five years.  The band's sound blends the influences of the Jesus and Mary Chain, shoegaze, and classic rock of the late 1960's (e.g., the Jefferson Airplane, the Velvet Underground, and the Stones, circa Let It Bleed).  

The Duke Spirit </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/8751925502434434996/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=8751925502434434996&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/8751925502434434996?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/8751925502434434996?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/01/get-yer-duke-spirit.html" title="Get Yer Duke Spirit" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cMSHw8eyp7ImA9WxZTEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-7374072430462959237</id><published>2008-01-10T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:38:09.273-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-12T18:38:09.273-05:00</app:edited><title>bye bye blogs</title><summary>Blogs come and go, like streetcars.  Here are a few faves that didn't make it to the end of 2007:

Something I Learned Today (Eric has been "resting comfortably" since August.)  Silence Is a Rhythm Too (also inactive since August.)  Detailed Twang (Jay Hinman's post-Agony Shorthand music blog has died, but his beer blog survives, and now he's started a film blog!)

And here are a few that I've </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/7374072430462959237/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=7374072430462959237&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/7374072430462959237?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/7374072430462959237?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/01/bye-bye-blogs.html" title="bye bye blogs" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YMSXc_fyp7ImA9WB9aGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20442409.post-6471425015057884606</id><published>2008-01-08T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T10:13:08.947-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-08T10:13:08.947-05:00</app:edited><title>Saw It in Books, Read It on TV</title><summary>Mark E. Smith's forthcoming self-penned memoir, Renegade, now has a publication date of April 24, 2008.  The book was originally announced for a 2007 release (under the title The Two-Year Gap), but has been pushed back several times.  Even now, Amazon UK lists Renegade's subtitle as "The Lives and Tales of Mark E. Smith", but Amazon's picture of the book's cover indicates that its subtitle is "</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/feeds/6471425015057884606/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20442409&amp;postID=6471425015057884606&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/6471425015057884606?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20442409/posts/default/6471425015057884606?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://underneathica.blogspot.com/2008/01/saw-it-in-books-read-it-on-tv.html" title="Saw It in Books, Read It on TV" /><author><name>jonderneathica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768659223034248624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>
