This week, on the Crime Beat, we’re featuring DJ Logic, the mastermind behind my video’s soundtrack. Here’s a little more info on the DJ– courtesy of MySpace.
DJ Logic began his career spining records in 1989. Hailing from Freeport, New York on Long Island, Logic has been exposed to all kinds of music and was raised on hip-hop from the beginings of it.
This week, on the Crime Beat, I’m featuring a personal favorite of mine, The Decemberists.
Check out “The Perfect Crime No. 2″ on their MySpace page.
Meanwhile, here’s a little more info on this indie force de force.
“I’m a poor, drunken orphan with nowhere to go but the grave,” wailed a waifish and non-plussed Mr. Chris Funk as he lay supine by the railroad tracks. The crate of records he had been cradling in his nubile appendages now lay in pieces on the ashen ground, his complete collected recordings of sixties psychedelic luminary Rick “Paisley Dave” Rigmore scattered hit her and yon like so many dead leaves beneath a diseased elm. Noting his neglect to accredit this phrase to its rightful owner, chief engineer Jenny Conlee, her accordion neatly strapped to her back, stepped lightly from the caboose and corrected his negligence with the aplomb only an immigrant Hungarian could muster: “Dylan Thomas, sir! Please move along!” But it was too late: an indelible bond had been soldered in that moment of recognition. A few hours later, in a Turkish bath, they revealed their stories to one another between sips of a strange, tangerine liqueur. Not far from that spot, however, two young military dignitaries (John Moen, Nate Query), appropriately lathered, overheard our two heroes’ stories. Was it chance, then, that lead the four unsuspecting bathers to seek to return their soiled undergarments at the same kiosk where worked the poor, bespectacled Colin Meloy? One can surmise all one wants, but the truth should be known that, after adopting the moniker The Decemberists, these five wan vagabonds began playing their peculiarly styled pop music in various concert-halls and brothels all across the globe.
We’re going to do something a little different this week. Instead of posting a video from a more well-known band, we’re going to give give props to some MySpace heroes.
This week, I will be paying tribute to my secret love of punk music (bestowed upon me by Greil Marcus and his wonderous book, Lipstick Traces).
Meet Crime, a San Francisco punk band. First, here’s a bit of history, taken from their MySpace page.
Crime started before the word punk meant a style of music! Their first gig was at the Old Waldorf, which was located in the Fillmore district, on Halloween, 1976. Their shows were introduced with sirens and search lights. The had a habit of wearing police uniforms on stage. They had more interest in rock and roll than in “punk” as a “movement” , with the result that they made enemies of most of the serious trendoids in the area. Nevertheless, they were part of the early San Francisco scene. They played regularly at the Mabuhay Gardens (famous club in San Francisco) and had a huge draw locally. 1976 - 1981
In honor of Valentine’s Day, check out “Hotwire My Heart.”
Ok, so I know is a crime blog, and automatically not fun. But, I thought we should lighten up (only a little) on Thursdays.
So, from now on I will post a crime-related song here, chosen by the readers. Here’s the first song, the ending montage from season one of The Wire, a show written by former Baltimore crime writer David Simon. The song is “Step by Step.” The artist, Jesse Winchester.
Please send along your suggestions for next week’s Thursday Crime Beat.
Note: If profanity bothers you, please be aware that this video contains some. It is an HBO show.
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