Nihon Falcons – Korindie Bootlegs #16

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Yay! We’re back and some jazz. I’ve totally just shaved off my summer beard, and I’m ready to tackle all that tasks to be tackled in this mid-fall season. It’s like the Super Bowl up in here, but for productivity, and with less grunting and slightly (ever so slightly) less homoerotic undertones.

I know what the people want. They want bootlegs. And carnival rides. I can provide the bootlegs. You can get your own carnival rides. I’m not Brazil.

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Nihon Falcons

So, Nihon Falcons. Let’s get down to brass instruments. There are none. But they have a cello, some drums and a frankenbass. That’s better.

Faithful lookilisteners will have noticed Jonathon Jacobson of Tierpark, and formerly Nice Legs on drums, and Henry Demos, of Henry Demos, and currently Nice Legs on frankenbass. On the left however, with his brand new hashtag on this site is George Durham, from Monoban and a few other places. He also makes some mean meats.

That is not a euphemism for them forming a intercoursical threesome together. George actually smokes his own meats. That is not a euphemism for masturbation, either, which I cannot confirm or disavow. He makes like pastrami and pates. They’re excellent. When he has a barbecue, I always am the grill master so I can be by the goods when they’re perfectly done. That and so I can remember what it’s like to live again.

They’re good meats. They have not yet made me cry myself to sleep like the rest of my life choices.

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George Durham – Cello

We don’t need to go into details about that. Or anything. It’s not like this site every talks about music. That would be ridiculous. I can say though, in the briefest of terms that this seems to be a good combination. Jon and Henry’s history and improv skills work well with the vibe of the cello subbing in for a real bass. Melodic. Oh yeah and Henry screams a lot. Harkens back to the olden days.

I still file my tax returns in green. Suck it bitches.

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Jonathan Jacobson – Drums

I got a tax return, too. Like yesterday from 2012. It took the gubmint 3 years to tell me I was getting it. I’m not saying it’s a conspiracy, but I don’t see me getting no interest on my 170,000 won over the last fourish years. Or even like a sick pair of boots.

Henry has homemade bellbottoms. I enjoyed them, kinda like how I enjoy those cured meats. We should all get some meats. (I am not currently a paid advertiser for said sweet-delicious-yet-not-actually-sweetmeats-meats, but I’m hoping to sink the deal with this one. Sinking is when you win right?

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Henry Demos – Vox, Frankenbass

I need a nap. I’m tired and my feet hurt. Get off my lawn.

New Blue Death – Korindie Bootlegs #8

New Blue Death - Maggie Devlin
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So, I know what you’re thinking, but really, it’s not a slight against Windows 10. Well, I don’t think it is. Mind you, having the members of New Blue Death beat the crap out of a malfunctioning PC on stage would be pretty satisfying though. (If the band is reading this, take this as a note for your final show.)

Yes, that’s right. This week’s bootleg-ee is on the verge of breaking up and tearing a hole in what is left of my somewhat beating heart.  I’m sure it’s purely out of spite, too. Look, dudes, I got 182 on my cholesterol exam. I’ll likely die of a heart attack in the next few months anyway. You’d think you could stick around at least that long. Sheesh.

But, yes, nothing we can do can stop their demise, so instead I’m going to focus on the good times I’ve had with each member. There’s a Branvanesque whole 8 of them, so settle in. (Turn on the tracks above.)

I met NBD through Maggie in mid-2014, who was then splitting her time between Baekma and NBD, who I met through Nice Legs. I met everyone through Nice Legs, but I met Maggie in a direct hand off. I think my first words to her were something along the lines of “Didn’t you just get off the stage?”

Baekma and New Blue Death did a lot of shows together back in the day to save on Maggies. Mentioning this fact became one of our four “things.” I’ll list them

1. Commenting on how many times she’s been on stage.
2. Pointing a camera at her while she pretends to have seen Donald Trump without his hair. #topical!
3. Pelvis thrusting to Table People‘s “Ride With Me.”
4. Writing erotic bandfiction about other local bands.

I regret none of these.

New Blue Death - Adam Brennan
Adam Brennan – Vocals, Guitar

I met the rest of the band soon after. Like, maybe 10 minutes after. Adam B, the leader, has the shapes and vocals of a successful cult leader. I mean, not one of those suicidey ones, but one of the ones where you get super rich and start wearing matching sweat suits all the time, but not one of those ones where everyone wears them together when they commit suicide. I’m talking zero suicides here. 0.

I feel like I’ve not conveyed a compliment correctly. It doesn’t really matter, he’s not on Facebook so he won’t read this anyway.*

New Blue Death - Adam Hickey
Adam Hickey – Bass

Adam B is not to be confused with the other Adam, Adam H. Apparently there’s a surplus. I like him because he lets me pretend I’m Newfie. I mean I’m half, and I lived there for like 8 years, but he takes things to the next level by not making me me suck on a dead cod for full legitimacy, so we’re all good.

New Blue Death - Ethan Waddell
Ethan Waddell – Guitar, Vocals

Ethan is the all-knowing guitarista, who seems to be okay with us pelvic thrusting in the crowd when he plays with Table People. He’s the dude you call out into the crowd for when your setup stops working half way through a set. Well, he’s the guy I call for, but I’m sure that’s fine. I mean I’m sure he doesn’t mind me grabbing him from his lovely fiancée and making him work on his nights off.

New Blue Death - Alberto Alba
Alberto Alba – Keyboards

Alberto is a bit strange. He has an actual job, like a good job, and yet he’s in multiple bands as well. Like, where does he get the time? Don’t people with jobs have to spend 12 hours a day in a cubicle or something? It’s kinda funny, but I didn’t know he had a Spanish accent until I’d known him for 6 months or so. Everyone sounds the same when you’re screaming in a live hall. We met at a recording studio once, and I was like, “Holy shit, you have a Spanish accent!” It was amusing.

Finally, there’s Chris. He’s the drummer. The only photo I have of him, and he’s wearing a Dolly Parton wig. Sorry dude, I spent more time with the Clavicle and Eilis and had time to get photos. ㅠㅠ I have failed you.

Yeah, so, they’re dead on Feb 13th. I mean, the band is… Look, I’m sure they’re not joining some suicide pact. (See above). The final show is on the 13th.

One day before Valentine’s Day seems fitting some how, ya fucking bastards.

See youse around?

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*Hah! You read it!

eeeho – Korindie Bootlegs #7

eeeho - Through the window
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Moonshine is a wonderful, welcoming establishment that still feels like a friend’s apartment. It’s a place to sit, relax, get a drink, grab some grub, to get a tattoo. All the good things, all the good things. It also has a red-orange disco ball. Mesmerizing.

Most likely due to it’s aforementioned eclecticity, took a only few minutes to convert its second floor balcony into it’s new form as an impromptu stage for the evening’s acts which consisted of TC Costello, the ranting accordionsmith, Henry Demos, the man with the gams, and eeeho, who I had not yet met. (Foreshadowing. I met her. She’s nice.)

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It was one of those nights that started out with everyone being quiet and introspective, where we were all secretly wishing it was raining. Oh, and that there was a fireplace, and everyone was in wooly sweaters. Maybe it was just me. The privileged 10 or so people there found a comfortable chair and relaxed, staring at each other an smiling verse to verse, talking with eeeho and each other between songs. It was oddly comforting, like the 50s, but for everyone.

Look. It’s Christmas, and I’m just off a turkey coma, from having actual turkey on Christmas for the first time since I moved to Asia, or maybe last year, and I’m listening to 50s baby boomer Christmas songs.

I may be a somewhat unreliable narrator at this point, but let me say that you and I should hang at Moonshine sometime, or maybe an eeeho show. You’ll see the good. And you know I ain’t steered you wrong yet.

Unfortunately though, my recorder, being used to live shows with excessive amplification, slightly underperformed for this session, but with headphones, in a quiet room with a fireplace, maybe while it’s raining outside, I think you can capture the mood decently enough.

I’m going to turn this on and let it help me sleep off this turkey.

Nice Legs – Korindie Bootlegs #3

So glow.
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Peeps before sheep yo.

I have no idea what that means, but it sounded cool enough to write so I wrote it. Or rather, I typed it. Does that appease the semant prone among you? It better. Maybe I heard it while I was ambushed down-under. Maybe I made it up like a plate of creamy trollops and onions. (An east coast favourite!) While I will refrain(?) from comparing Nice Legs to a disgusting septic treatise on diabetes, I will place them within a hierarchy where they are in a position superior to our aforementioned arielistine baathren. Just baarely. Sheep go baa.

It's because it shows their essence.
Nice Legs – Lew’s Current Favourite Photo

To say the trio-recently-cum-duo of Henry, Lew, and John has been a driving force in my photography, videography and audio… phony, would be a slight understatement. They’ve put up with me shooting off right in their fucking leg-faces for the last year, for one, and they’ve also been cool with my guinea-pigging of their likenesses in my somewhat-self-driven DSLR usage, Lightroom and Photoshop lessons as well.

Just pretend I’m holding a degree that says “19 6 A obe M st r” that I printed myself on an OS/2 only dot matrix printer that only has cyan and magenta cartridges. The metaphor still stands.

Nice Legs!
Jonathan Jacobson – Drums

Anyway, that allowance of personal space dismissal (Form 7-17B Section 6) goes a long way with me. As does Jon. Now, he’s not around as much because he’s all about hanging out in some European zoo with broodier peeps.  (I’ll be bootlegging them too soon enough. Jon, I’ll be bootlegging you soon enough.) Here, in the bootlegs presented above, he’s bringing some of that energy to play in one of the ‘Legs”s darker shows. Everything is set in that rhythm and/or key where you feel really uncomfortable or sad, but you don’t know why. Or rather, I don’t know why.

This is probably why I don’t write about music.

He is this creepy in real life. jkjk (nk)
Henry Demos – Frankenbass, Drums

Henry and I go back. Not back to the new-old country back, but back enough to matter back. Straight out, we met each other when we were both in a fully realized and understood broken-ish state, and we didn’t really know where we were going. This made me want to hang out with him a lot more with him, and not other people that had their shit together.

Because that is still kinda painful.

H was way skilled at the musics, but he didn’t have anyone to really music with a lot to the extent that he would have liked to have musicked. He was experimenting with some kinky scenes rather deliberately implied… yet those that his contemporaries didn’t seem to realize existed. I don’t think this really clicked with him though. Now, he’s doing like full-on good, although I’m not going to take any more credit for that transition than I will with the next sentence for it.

I’m a therapeutic god and it’s not because he found someone who understands him nearly completely musically at all.

Twease it out
Lewtrakimou – Vocals

I first met Lew at a table when she tried to ply me with a handmade sticker that said something in fancy handwriting or typewriting that probably meant something. I refused it, due to my secret loathing for stickers, (they make me gag for some reason, but that’s a secret, so if you act on it, I’ll have to act on you), but she seemed cool with it. She had short hair with a long rattail, a memory from a time when she cared about things that didn’t matter so much right then as they did to her a short while before right then, and a cape that represented a new celerity in her choice of wardrobe that was preparing her for the next phase in her musical existence.

I told her she was awesome within the first 5 minutes, as she was running up the stairs at Yogiga to see someone about a white horse.

They’re responsible for why I annoy the crap out of any band I can find on a weekly basis, and as such you can send all hate mail to wearenicelegs@gmail.com from now until the eventual self-destruction of Google’s servers when they achieve sentience.

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About them all together, in a summary type paragraph, that would normally come at the end of a post, I would have to say that they make some music, and I happen to enjoy said music. I think the time they sang Happy Birthday to me on or near my birthday would happen to be the favourite song of theirs, but it was a limited time offer and I didn’t record it.

I felt it was okay to put the camera down.

Photography Source: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.284884091719405.1073741828.284882188386262&type=3

Audio Source: https://korindie.bandcamp.com/album/korindie-bootlegs-3