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Monthly Archives: February 2010

Cristy’s ultra-cute cybergreen VW new beetle suffered another super-cute battery failure while we were filling the tank on the way to the station.

As a result we arrived out of sorts and fell back on a strategy we had not resorted to before: playing songs we really, really like.

Isn’t that what freestyle rock radio by passionate humans should be about?


If that were so, we’d play the same stuff every month.

But it took the edge off a stressful night. Listen, enjoy almost as much as we did, dancing in the studio.

Check engine light is on, guys.

Check engine light is on, guys.

Perhaps the best themes for shows are musical ideas that can’t be put into words.

On a dark, frozen, dangerous snowy night, DJ J Anderson joined us for a night of lesbian vampire soundtrack weirdness that can only be surrendered to.

At the end you can hear a song performed live in the studio by Cara Maurizi on WEFT Sessions.

W: It’s time for Rock Geek News, live from Miami. We take you down to the field of Superbowl 44 where sports commentator Cristy Scoggins gives a
play-by-play recap of the halftime performance by rock stuporgroup The Who.

C: Well, what we’ve just seen is a disgrace, frankly. If football players can get thrown out of the league for using steroids, these geritol-and-viagara
sniffing dinosaurs shouldn’t be allowed onto the field at all.

W: To say nothing of being busted for child pornography. If some temp worker can lose her job for making a zine on the company xerox machine, tell me that a millionaire rock star can lose his superbowl gig if Interpol seizes his hard drive and finds pictures of naked ten-year-olds.

C: He ought to be on the dole, taking advantage of the English welfare state.

W: He’s creepy. Pete Townsend looked like Freddy Krueger in that dumb-ass fedora.

C: Daltry and Townsend’s vocals were so out of sync, they sounded like they were trying to harmonize over the phone. Although he’s too old and
feeble and complacent to smash his guitar, Townsend did the next best thing, which was to mangle his solos.

W: Does he even know that he’s still singing the line  “I hope that I die before I get old?” He should take a cue from Jonathan Richman’s line
“Someday we’re going to be dignified and old.”

C: I swear I saw Roger Daltrey’s lips stop moving but sound was still coming out. He was lip-synching.

W: But the most appalling thing to me was, lurking in the smoke and mirrors of the most overblown light show in rock history, were at least
three other musicians. Since when has the rock quartet Pete Townsend and the Who felt it necessary to employ a second guitarist? What an
embarrassment. If Pete Townsend is just up there being a pretty face while some session musician is hiding in the wings playing all his classic licks for him while he does that annoying windmill strum, well, then he better get a nose job.

C: Join us next year, for the great American spectacle of Superbowl 45, featuring young American athletes in peak condition, and wheezing British musicians on the verge of collapse.

Who's Been?

Who’s Been?

We’ll be your mirror, holding up songs that reflect our current taste and your future taste in rock, which sometimes will smash the mirror. Ah well, look into your mirror and say goodbye for me…. This show is now reflected on the internet.

Gross. If you don't know, don't ask.

Gross. If you don’t know, don’t ask.

Banjologist and Bookglutton CEO Travis Alber hosted our show last night, spinning independent rock featuring the banjo. The show was fun, but educational, but haunting, and yet homey. A fun gathering around the glowing fire of the WEFT transmitter. Throw some mint in your julep and listen in.


Eels, End Times
Wunderkind Mark “E” Edwards has released six albums as Eels. E’s often-autobiographical songs are heartbreaking — he lost his father, mother, and sister in a relatively short time span — but he usually adorns them with experimental, beautiful sounds (see 1998’s Electro-Shock Blues). End Times is still lovely, but the instrumentation is sparse, which makes the songs even moodier. There are a few uptempo tunes: the funky garage of “Gone Man” and “Unhinged.” E’s voice has grown raspier over the years, so songs like “Line in the Dirt” and “I Need a Mother” are especially melancholy. Beware: Not recommended after breakups, rainy days, or more than three glasses of wine.

The Scruffs, Conquest
Supergroups—with few exceptions, they disappoint. It’s what I like to call “The Traveling Wilbury Syndrome,” where all rights make a wrong. The Scruffs is a Scottish supergroup that I had high hopes for, featuring members of Teenage Fanclub and Belle & Sebastian. I was expecting a gorgeous, distorted jangle-meets-twee masterpiece, but it’s just a bunch of dudes playing slick, straight-ahead rock (“Conquer Me,” the cheesy “iPod Girl”). The harmonies are decent, though, and the album has afew bright spots, including the pretty “Days of Silver and Gold.” For die-hard fans of Scot-rock only.











Woodpigeon, Die Stadt Muzikanten
This is a mellow, unassuming gem from Woodpigeon, an eight-member Calgary band led by singer-songwriter Mark Hamilton. It’s a sweet album, tailor-made for listening in the dawn of spring, with pleasant strings, bells, horns, and organ. Standouts include “My Denial in Argyle,” “Duck Duck Goose,” and the layered, 7-minute “Such a Lucky Girl.” At 16 tracks, Die Stadt Muzikanten‘s tinkling preciousness might get a bit repetitive for some, but if you’re into boy-girl orchestral harmonies reminiscent of the Decemberists or Sufjan Stevens, you’ll probably dig this.


It’s a literary technique to compress syntax into a paratactic collage, as well as an organizational technique that figures on every album cover. Some songs list things. We’ve created a list of them. And spun them into a show dense with nouns. Listen in.

Collector's item: one of Honcho's setlists from Rock Geek FM

Collector’s item: one of Honcho’s setlists from Rock Geek FM