About Bighead

Artist, photographer, musician...and the other 98% of the time practice law because it is like running a 5k in wet, sandy jeans. I can thank ADD and unicorns for my musical taste. Weagle weagle.

Breaking Last Minute Must See Atlanta Show

Just got wind of this, kGoodlandiainda late notice I know – Jerry Joseph is doing a quick solo/acoustic tour this year in the Southeast and will be stopping by Smith’s Olde Bar this Friday (06/03/11).  Thursday night he is playing in Athens at the 40 Watt.  Anyone who likes music should go.  If you like unicorns and sandpaper you should go too.  Just saying…

Here’s a recent live clip of JJ in Harlem playing the geographically inspired tune “North.”


Didn’t You Kill My Brother?

Nearly the weekend (yet only halfway through my workday), I have reached the point of no return.  Yes, I have reached that forbidden state of mind that haunts employers the world over…that moment of ultimate truth and self realization, whereby one comes to accept that absolutely no more work will get done today.  There is no going back.  No quick projects, no emails, no nothing.  I am done.  I might as well leave, but for the fact that I need to keep this job.  So…out of self survival, I have become adept at the art of looking very busy, all the while fervently scouring the internet for mind-numbing entertainment and debasing diversion.  So, after many close calls and interruptions, here is the fruit of my labor. Enjoy….

P.S.  I would pay good money to see a cover of this, choreography and all.

Washed Out with the tide.

Ernest Greene’s 2009 debut EP (under the pseudonym Washed Out), “Life of Leisure” oozes its intoxicating syrup out of the speakers and slowly saturates its environment with evocative, billowy, sun-baked synths and languid, blurred, yet harmoniously detached, vocals.  *(Please pardon the prolixity, as my brain provides copious amounts of adjectives following intense episodes of rapid brain-cell depletion.)

Greene is a one-man band (albeit, not of the Abner Jay persuasion, but a basement maestro nonetheless) from rural Georgia.  His recording studio is his parent’s house.  He cut his first tracks on a cassette.  Shiny records deals don’t interest him.  He has an aversion to the outside world.  He is the antitheses of “American Idol.”   Greene started recording for fun, for an audience of one – himself.  Once in a while, he would make a tape or two for a friend, but shied away from the attention.  Some could say Greene errs on the side of the quixotic.  More than likely, he simply enjoys the allure of exclusivity and finds comfort in his lavish dream world. 

Let’s face it – many kids reach that traumatic moment in their young adult life, where for one reason or another, they are forced to move back in with their parents for what most hope is a relatively short period of time.  Aside from achieving a new killstreak record in Call of Duty and fighting off depression, the large majority of these kids do not expect to accomplish much during this transient period.  However, for Ernest Greene, this interlude yielded “Life of Leisure.”

In charismatic indie fashion, Greene drops heaps of nostalgia and intense feeling inside recycled 1980’s electro beats (and the best part is that he does so without all the nauseating hipster pretension).  Never before have I seen the front cover of an album (and title) so aptly convey the contents of its package.  It’s alluring.  It’s inviting.  It’s a warm buzz.  It’s an old Polaroid.  It’s…Washed Out.

Recommended listening when:

…driving home after dropping off your date.

…relaxing on the water at sunset.

…taking off in a plane going to some foreign country.

…looking at old photo albums.

“Feel It All Around” (Live)

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The Whitest Boy Alive.

What started out as a side project for Erlend Øye, from The Kings of Convenience, has quickly turned into one of my favorite bands in the past few years.  The Whitest Boy Alive (“TWBA”) will turn even the most conservative corporate lemming into a Toms wearing, vintage 10-speed riding, fluorescent framed sun-glass wearing, sleeve tattooed neo-hipster.

TWBA’s first album “Dreams” (2006) was a minimalist yet catchy compilation of songs that you can guarantee at least several people lost their virginity to.  The follow up album, “Rules” (2009) truly showcases Erlend’s versatility and lives up to TWBA’s original aspiration of as a electronic-dance music side-project.  While “Dreams” set the bar high, “Rules” drops the hammer (if such hammer could be dropped in a room slowly filling with guile and carbon-monoxide).  Both albums play brilliantly from start to finish and needs no fastidious supervision.  Unfortunately, rare is the day that TWBA makes it over the pond from Germany, but…there’s always Christmas.  Come on in, the water’s luke…prepare to get motor-boated by the new Caucasian in the house:  http://www.whitestboyalive.com/

This track will get the juices flowing…”1517″ off of Rules:

“Burning” from Dreams

“Golden Cage” from Dreams

Until the day I can see them live…”Don’t Give Up” in Belfast.