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tomorrowedblog · 3 years

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Friday Releases for September 17

Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for September 17 include Prisoners Of The Ghostland, Deltarune Chapter 2, Montero, and more.

Prisoners Of The Ghostland

Prisoners Of The Ghostland, the new movie from Sion Sono, is out today.

In the treacherous frontier city of Samurai Town, a ruthless bank robber is sprung from jail by a wealthy warlord, The Governor, whose adopted granddaughter has run away. Strapped into a leather suit that will self-destruct within five days if he doesn’t find the missing girl, the bandit sets off on a journey to find the young woman — and his own path to redemption.

The Nowhere Inn

The Nowhere Inn, the new movie from Bill Benz, is out today.

From real-life friends Annie Clark (a.k.a. GRAMMY award-winning recording and touring artist St. Vincent) and Carrie Brownstein (Portlandia, Sleater-Kinney) comes the metafictional account of two creative forces banding together to make a documentary about St. Vincent’s music, touring life, and on-stage persona. But they quickly discover unpredictable forces lurking within subject and filmmaker that threaten to derail the friendship, the project, and the duo’s creative lives.

The Eyes Of Tammy Faye

The Eyes Of Tammy Faye, the new movie from Michael Showalter, is out today.

THE EYES OF TAMMY FAYE is an intimate look at the extraordinary rise, fall and redemption of televangelist Tammy Faye Bakker. In the 1970s and 80s, Tammy Faye and her husband, Jim Bakker, rose from humble beginnings to create the world’s largest religious broadcasting network and theme park, and were revered for their message of love, acceptance and prosperity. Tammy Faye was legendary for her indelible eyelashes, her idiosyncratic singing, and her eagerness to embrace people from all walks of life. However, it wasn’t long before financial improprieties, scheming rivals, and scandal toppled their carefully constructed empire.

Blue Bayou

Blue Bayou, the new movie from Justin Chon, is out today.

Blue Bayou is the moving and timely story of a uniquely American family fighting for their future. Antonio LeBlanc (Chon), a Korean adoptee raised in a small town in the Louisiana bayou, is married to the love of his life Kathy (Alicia Vikander) and step-dad to their beloved daughter Jessie. Struggling to make a better life for his family, he must confront the ghosts of his past when he discovers that he could be deported from the only country he has ever called home.

Copshop

Copshop, the new movie from Joe Carnahan, is out today.

Screaming through the Nevada desert in a bullet-ridden Crown Vic, wily con artist Teddy Murretto (Frank Grillo) hatches a desperate plan to hide out from lethal hitman Bob Viddick (Gerard Butler): He sucker-punches rookie officer Valerie Young (Alexis Louder) to get himself arrested and locked up in a small-town police station. But jail can’t protect Murretto for long. Viddick schemes his own way into detention, biding his time in a nearby cell until he can complete his mission. When the arrival of a competing assassin (Toby Huss) ignites all-out mayhem, mounting threats force Viddick to get creative if he wants to finish the job and escape the explosive situation.

Cry Macho

Cry Macho, the new movie from Clint Eastwood, is out today.

From Warner Bros. Pictures come director/producer Clint Eastwood’s uplifting and poignant drama “Cry Macho.” The film stars Eastwood as Mike Milo, a one-time rodeo star and washed-up horse breeder who, in 1979, takes a job from an ex-boss to bring the man’s young son home from Mexico. Forced to take the backroads on their way to Texas, the unlikely pair faces an unexpectedly challenging journey, during which the world-weary horseman finds unexpected connections and his own sense of redemption.

Wife of a Spy

Wife of a Spy, the new movie from Kiyoshi Kurosawa, is out today.

The year is 1940 in Kobe, on the eve of the outbreak of World War II. Local merchant and amateur filmmaker Yusaku (Issey Takahashi) senses that things are headed in an unsettling direction. Following a trip to Manchuria, he becomes determined to bring to light the things he witnessed there, and secretly filmed. Meanwhile, his wife Satoko (Yû Aoi) receives a visit from her childhood friend, now a military policeman. He warns her about Yusaku’s seditious ways and reveals that a woman her husband brought back from his trip has died. Satoko confronts Yusaku, but when she discovers his true intentions, she is torn between loyalty to her husband, the life they have built, and the country they call home.

Lady of the Manor

Lady of the Manor, the new movie from Christian Long and Justin Long, is out today.

Past and present collide in this supernaturally funny buddy comedy when stoner-slacker Hannah (Melanie Lynskey) is hired to portray Lady Wadsworth (Judy Greer), a Southern belle who died in 1875, in a tour at Wadsworth Manor. Hannah, a hot mess, figures she can fake it —until the ghost of Lady Wadsworth appears! Lady Wadsworth tells Hannah it’s time to change her wild ways — and she’ll haunt her until she does — in this hilarious movie costarring Justin Long and Ryan Phillippe.

Best Sellers

Best Sellers, the new movie from Lina Roessler, is out today.

In a last-ditch effort to save the boutique publishing house her father has left her, an ambitious young editor (Plaza) goes on a book tour with a bitter, booze-addled author (Caine) who put the publishing house on the map decades ago.

Squid Game

Squid Game, the new TV series from Dong-hyuk Hwang, is out today.

Hundreds of cash-strapped players accept a strange invitation to compete in children’s games. Inside, a tempting prize awaits — with deadly high stakes.

The Morning Show S2

The second season of The Morning Show, the TV series from Jay Carson, is out today.

Picking up after the explosive events of Season 1, this season finds the Morning Show team emerging from the wreckage of Alex (Jennifer Aniston) and Bradley’s (Reese Witherspoon) actions, to a new UBA and a world in flux, where identity is everything, and the chasm between who we present and who we really are comes into play.

Deltarune Chapter 2

Deltarune Chapter 2, the new game from Toby Fox, is out today.

Fight (or spare) alongside new characters in UNDERTALE's parallel story, DELTARUNE...!

TOEM

TOEM, the new game from Something We Made, is out today.

Set off on a delightful expedition and use your photographic eye to uncover the mysteries of the magical TOEM in this hand-drawn adventure game. Chat with quirky characters, solve their problems by snapping neat photos, and make your way through a relaxing landscape!

Severed Steel

Severed Steel, the new game from Greylock Studio and Digerati, is out today.

Severed Steel is a single-player FPS featuring a fluid stunt system, destructible voxel environments, loads of bullet time, and a unique one-armed protagonist. It's you, your trigger finger, and a steel-toed boot against a superstructure full of bad guys. Chain together wall runs, dives, flips, and slides to take every last enemy down.

Montero

Montero, the new album from Lil Nas X, is out today.

#Games #Movies #TV #Music #News

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bountybossier · 4 years

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Don’t Be F*ckin’ Rude | Julie & Nic

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With: @purelikeviolence

“Get the fuck out of here.”

Julie didn’t enjoy being manhandled by the bouncer and might have fought back but whatever, fuck him. She’ll find another bar to bother. “Don’t fucking touch me,” she broke out of his grip as they exited the bar. She glanced over the other guy who got thrown out as well. “This is all your fucking fault.” She grumbled, blaming him for getting kicked out. They both lost their temper and thought fighting in bars was a good idea. Julie didn’t particularly enjoy fighting but the asshole got some good punches in. She hated that. Much rather enjoyed someone else doing the punches for her. Arms crossed against her chest, she started walking just behind him, not wanting to walk alongside him but they were going the same way.

How many fucking times was Nicodemus going to have his drinking time interrupted? Apparently, it was just going to push itself up into the hundreds whether he bitched about it or not. Since when did bar fights not get sorted out inside and they just cracked open a cold one? They didn’t do that in White Crest and he added that to his white board of his reasons that the town blew ten ways to Sunday. His knuckles smarted and he flexed his fingers. And now he was getting blamed. “Oh, is it? Who was the one that threw the bottle?” He was annoyed, but it was also a little funny. “This ain’t the only bar, you’ll find another one.” He heard her walking behind him and paid little mind to it, until heavier footfalls followed and approached. Quick. “Hey asshole!” A voice not hers called out. The hunter turned on his heel and squinted at a pack of frat kids. He grunted. “Which one? There’s two here.”

Julie gave a smug smile, recalling how the events transpired and proud of what went down. It’s not her fault some people just can’t handle their alcohol and say rude things in return. Just like how it isn’t her fault if she retaliates because of said rudeness. As she heard people heading toward them she turned, wondering what the fuck they wanted. “Fuck off, alright?” Julie waved them off, not needing them to bother her because they definitely we’re talking about her right.

“Both you and your friend.”

“He’s not my friend.” Julie said but still didn’t know if they were talking about this dude or her. Didn’t matter though. The way they started to run toward both of them said plenty. Julie slid back her foot, took her stance… and waited.

Nicodemus rolled his eyes at her cheeky smile. Deep, deep, down, he wished he had been the one to think of throwing a bottle. At least they shared the same sentiment in regards to the Frat Pack ahead of them. God, he really wasn’t in the mood to beat up children. “Yeah, what she said, fuck off. Ain’t gonna ask you a second time.” The lead bro scoffed with his entire body, the wax bits of his hair quivering. “You bumped into my bro, brah,” the younger man said. “When you and that chick decided people needed to catch hands.” Nic’s brows shut up and he glanced at the woman next to him. “Huh, he just called you that chick.”

The hunter was glad that they stopped talking and went for the direct approach. He was tired of talking anyway and he was still pissed from not finishing his drink. The first haymaker he threw out felt like coming home after a long day and he grinned.

The guys were easy to maneuver around, they were slow as fuck so just a timed hit and Julie struck at his stomach with her leg and pulled down on him by his head. Gravity did the rest, toppling his drunk ass over. She grimaced at the sight of her new bar friend just straight up punching one of the frat guys. Just all brawn, no technique, typical. Having been preoccupied judging her companion’s fighting style, one of the guys thought it would be cool to just grab her and pick her up. Really? Asshole. Swinging her leg up, she managed to bring it down on his knee. As he winced in pain he brought her low enough for her to get to her feet and once again use his own weight and lack of balance against him. She leaned over just a bit, the frat guy’s weight allowing both of them to roll with more strength but her roll was softened by his body while his back met the hard asphalt. It really wasn’t fair. These guys didn’t know fuck all about fighting but it was an advantage she’d abuse.

Whatever Julie did in her life, she had a hell of a lot more intensive training than Nicodemus did. He had his bar and prison yard fights, sure, but watching her was something else. He'd need to pick that up somewhere. Somewhere he wasn't in the middle of pressing his forearm against a man's throat and looking him in the eyes. This wasn't that kind of fight and the frat kid wasn't that kind of monster. He was just a drunk fuck that couldn't let something go. Instead, Nic headbutted him and shoved him back. The younger man crumpled at the impact and went down hard. Copper burst along the inside of his mouth and colored his teeth red as a fist caught his lip. It wasn't much to him, but the intent behind it was enough. Alright, he could work with that. The new threat turned from him long enough that the hunter hooked his arms under his and caught him there, fingers entwined behind the frat kid's neck. He looked up at Julie, spat the blood out of his mouth, and called out. "Y'mind?"

“What,” Julie played dumb, “need help fighting your battles?” She asked as she walked closer. Without a second thought, her hand shot out, smacking the side of the frat guy’s head and he was out like a light. She looked around and the rest of them were still recovering but backing away. It seemed they had taken care of them and they weren’t drunk enough to still keep fighting. “Let’s get out of here before one of them calls the cops and ruins the rest of our night.” She told the other guy, the two of them now joined together by this fight. Maybe they could find another bar and she’d buy him a drink or two. Nothing more than that. “Come on, I think there’s a bar up ahead.” She picked up her step, wanting to create distance between that mess. “So, what’d you say your name was?” She figured they had earned each other’s names now.

Nicodemus’s eyes rolled back so hard he saw his previous life, but even then, he grinned when he heard the smack and the guy in his arms became dead weight. Without much, he tossed the guy into the nearest trash bag. Last thing he needed was for him to crack his head on the concrete and die or something inconvenient like that. The hunter rolled his wrists as the others groaned and pulled themselves away from the pair. “You can say that shit again. Last thing I want is some fuckin’ boy scouts showin’ up.” Not too bad for a back alley bar room brawl, he thought. And they still weren’t done for the night. He glanced at her with a sly grin and shook his head. “Yeah? Round two?” He laughed and spat the blood out from his mouth before he picked up in pace to meet her stride. Already, it was starting to slowly mend itself and they’d be off to another bar like nothing even happened. “Nic works fine. You?”

Julie watched as he spit blood and grimaced. “Who the hell taught you to fight that you managed to get bitch slapped so hard by a frat guy that he made you bleed? Embarrassing.” Julie would have sooner died than to get herself knocked around by some human. She’d wrestled with many over the years and it’s been a while since any human has gotten the best of her in a fight. Grabbed her, yanked her but she always ended up turning it around. “I’m Julie,” she introduced herself, still keeping her eyes on this Nic guy. He talked funny. Not an accent she’s heard before. “Where the fuck are you from?” Her voice had no malice in it despite the swear, it was just how she talked to people. Most people (especially online) didn’t really get that. Was his accent southern? It sounded southern. American accents were difficult for her - she didn’t have the most experience with them as she did with others.

“Oh fuck off, Iip’s still healin’ up from the fuckin’ bull fight I had yesterday,” Nicodemus rebutted. The werewolf had headbutted him so hard it knocked the headache out of him and jostled something loose, let alone split his lip something ugly. Hell, that was half the reason he had been at the bar they were at earlier. “A big fuck named Samson and I’m pretty sure he’s dead in a hole somewhere, so I think I’m doin’ alright.” Julie, as she introduced herself, was a breath of foul-mouthed fresh air in White Crest and Nic grinned. “Hell of a hand you got there, Julie. Who taught you that shit?” He huffed at her question. “The swampy ass of Louisiana. Not from here either, huh?” Lo and behold there absolutely was another bar down the way and he went in first, not bothering to hold the door for Julie. She could knock a shithead out, she could get her own door.

A bull fight? Where the fuck does that take place in town? Julie kinda wanted to check that out. “You fight a lot of bulls?” She asked, curious. Considering the way he fought, she didn’t take too much pride in his compliment. It was clear no one taught him anything like she knew. He just swung and Julie supposed, it worked for him. He was stronger, heavier while Julie was lighter and (unfortunately) weaker in terms of strength. Every move mattered for her, each blow needed to land. “Dad taught me,” the mention of him made her sick. “Until I started kicking his ass and I taught myself.” Now that Julie got the fight out of her she was sure there would be no fights at this new one. At least not until she had a drink. She followed Nic, sitting alongside. “So you gonna buy me a drink for saving your ass back there?” It wouldn’t hurt to ask right? “I’m from Singapore, actually. So, I’m new to the states here.”

“Somethin’ like that, yeah. Just wait ‘till rodeo.” Bulls seemed like a better explanation than giant fucking bats, demon moose critters, or fucking werewolves. Nicodemus wasn’t fighting any of that shit at the moment. He was fighting a raging headache and had just fought the bro committee, with her help no less. Now he just needed a drink to play nurse and he’d feel better. Even with his jangly nerves and senses, they were still beating strong. Something was near, he just couldn’t tell what. “Wish I coulda kicked my dad’s ass, but the fuckin’ coward upped and died before I could.” That was the case as far as he knew. The hunter got the attention of the bartender with a half-assed wave. “Whiskey on the rocks. Whatever she wants is on me. The first one at least,” he said as he gave her a dry smirk. “Saving my ass. Right. But Singapore?” He couldn’t help his curious expression. “Long way from home then. Personal or business?”

The fucks rodeo? The question lingered on her mind but she chose not to ask - honestly she didn’t care to know about this weirdo and his bull riding. “So kick his dead body’s ass,” Julie suggested with a shrug of her shoulders. At least his dad was in the ground. Julie could only guess what the fuck hers was up to. She hoped he was dead. Ugh, those were enough thoughts about her father for like the whole year. “I’ll just get whatever dark beer you guys have on tap.” She had already drank plenty at the other bar. She didn’t need to get shitfaced or start another fight. “I’m from Singapore. Didn’t say I came from there. I’m visiting someone.” It was all she was willing to give.

The hunter rasped out a loud laugh. Well shit, now why hadn’t he thought of that? Hell below, Nicodemus actually liked talking to Julie. It was a rare fucking occurence for him to enjoy talking to anyone. She was no bullshit. Take none and give little. A sentiment he appreciated. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll do that when I find it.” He didn’t want to talk about deadbeat, distant. It didn’t sour his mood, really, but it also did fuck all to improve it. Not like whiskey did, which he immediately took hold of and started drinking. “Alright, fair enough. The poor fuck willingly put themselves here? Goddamn.” The hunter shook his head and tapped his fingers against the bartop. The irony of his statement wasn’t lost on him. “Guess we’re all just poor fucks then, huh? Some of us maybe.”

Once she was poured her drink Julie grabbed it and chugged almost half of it. It wasn’t that bad but fighting made her thirsty so she needed it. “Speak for yourself, you poor fuck,” Julie scoffed before looking at him. “What are you doing here then?” Where was he from again? Fuck, she couldn’t even remember. Even if she did, she wouldn’t have known its distance from where they were. America was a puzzle for her. Not one she ever bothered to solve. “I take it you came willingly?” Who the fuck would do that? “You enjoying the mime and moose shit?” Probably was one of those. Then again he didn’t really strike her as a tourist. He didn’t seem that excited to be in the town like some of the tourists she’s interacted with.

“Ain’t gonna argue that. What’s that make you then, a charitable asshole for sittin’ with a poor fuck like me?” Nicodemus laughed, the fight from just a few moments ago leaving him in a pleasant mood. He didn’t even need the whiskey for that. “Here for work,” he said plain enough. “Bounty hunting. Don’t got one of those, do you? We both might after that...” If she did, he didn’t care. He only went after the ones he wanted to and after everything, he figured he was as good as done for the day. “I go where the work is, so yeah, willingly enough. I don’t plan on fuckin’ about here long,” he said and even as he said it, he was unsure. Typically, he stayed maybe a couple weeks. It was going on a month or more now. “You findin’ work here or what?” He took another drink. “Nah, the mimes don’t do shit for me and I’m just waiting for one of the moose to gore the shit out of somebody. It’d spice things up.” He turned slightly in his chair to look at Julie. “You know they got two fuckin’ mime places?”

“Hey, if the shoe fits.” Julie said with a shrug as she reached for her drink once more. She was just shitting him though, the last thing she’d call herself was charitable. Giving a smirk, she shook her head as she kept her eyes on her drink. “Not in this name,” she teased. “Not yet.” Julie has thankfully never had a bounty on her - ever. Her name was never given. Maybe people looked for her but she’s never found anyone doing so, so she must either be lucky or they must have been horrible at their jobs. Unlike her. “I doubt anyone’s gonna put a bounty on us for kicking some frat boys’ asses. Probably a typical Friday night for them.” The most that would happen would be sometime down the line they run into them again and they have to kick their ass one more time. “Yeah I don’t plan on sticking around here too long either.” However she was already here longer than she would have been usually but this one was particularly difficult. She snorted at the mention of the mime places. “Yeah, I think they have a bar. I sure as hell am not going over there for a drink. What the fuck is it with having to mime your orders? That’s so - I don’t know how those things stay open.”

“Not this name, huh?” Nicodemus repeated with a huff. He tapped his fingers against the bartop. Usually he gave Asher as a name to anyone that asked, typically clients and the ones he couldn’t be bothered to give a fuck about. But in White Crest, he had given more people his real name in two months than he had his entire lifetime. The thought was fucking weird and his nose scrunched at it. “Well, I’ll be sure to let my eyes just skip on over it if I see it.” He said with a tip of his glass, eyes slightly closed as he tipped his drink back to finish it. “Yeah, probably not. They might start callin’ us heroes.” Ah shit. What if those guys had been affiliated with Walker? Oh well. It was fine. If it ever came up at the Silver Bullet, it wouldn’t be hard to explain to a fellow hunter that they struck first and the pair of them had finished it. “Guess we’ll see which one of us gets the fuck out of here first.” He ordered himself another drink, scanned across the bar to look at every face that sat there the same as they did. How many people were just passing through in White Crest? Never in any other town had he met so many...interesting individuals. Maybe the town was cursed to burden people with connection. “How do you think one of those mime fuckers fights?” The question was serious, his brow furrowed. “Think they react the same to gettin’ punched in the teeth?”

He’d skip over her name just because she backed him in a bar brawl? Damn, Julie could only imagine what he’d do for someone who was nice to him. And he was a bounty hunter? She was sure all she had to do was give him some puppy eyes and he’d forget all about her bounty. She wasn’t about to call him a shitty bounty hunter though. “The mimes?” Julie wasn’t even thinking about that and had to take a moment and another sip of her drink. “The same as anyone else?” How the fuck else would they act? They were just performers after all weren’t they? “That’d probably make them break character…I don’t fucking know. Why? You wanna go test it out?” Not that Julie was against going up to someone and straight decking them in the face but she liked to have a reason - ah fuck that, she’d punch just about anyone for no apparent reason.

“Fuck yeah I wanna test it out.” Nicodemus said, face screwed up as if he was surprised that she might not want to. He shook his head and tossed back his whiskey. “When’s the next time we’ll get the opportunity to fight a goddamn mime horde?” The hunter flashed Julie a grin and bought them another round. He had plenty of money to spare and if they were going to spend the rest of their night shooting the shit over fighting stuff, then they would need more drinks. And they did just that until it was closing time.

#wickedswriting #chatzy #chatzy: dont be fckin rude #c: julie #im crying i love these assholes

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momentspause · 5 years

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Different road trip, but same time of the year as the last one. J and I took a trip through Louisiana and Mississippi on our way to the Angola Prison rodeo (the first time we went). Plenty of back roads, small towns, and thoughts about what we found.

This is the Dixie Center for the Arts in Ruston, Louisiana. The neon was added in the 1950's when the Dixie Theater Corporation bought and renovated it. Rebuild in the 2000's, it's now on the National Register of Historic Places.

Southern remnants (1)

#photography #original photographers #photographers on tumblr #Louisiana #neon #neon sign #small town

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Day 2 - 30 Day Question Challenge

Describe 3 legitimate fears you have and explain how they became fears.

1. CLOWNS!!!! Ugh. I hate them completely because when I was younger and lived in Louisiana, my family would go to the rodeo at one of the prisons they held each year. My friend and I were hired to walk up and down the stands and sell food. We went on break and were walking around the crafts section, when I noticed this clown following us. Every time I looked up from something, he was there watching us and some other people. We were finally able to shake him and go back to work and ew never saw him again. So, until this day I will not go to a circus or anything to do with clowns if they are at the event.

2. Another fear I guess would be not ever being able to get out of my mother’s control and house. I have lived with her for my whole life, almost 28 years, and I always have this voice in the back of my mind telling me that I will never get out. I try to tell myself that I will get out and hopefully next year when I finish my degree I will be able to move to California and learn more about myself.

3. The last fear is always being alone. I have never been able to keep friends and it is a major trigger for me because people use me for things and then toss me away like they never knew me. I always feel like I will die alone with no one who cares about me. I feel like I will never get married or even get in a relationship(s). Idk. I just want to feel wanted by someone(s).

#30 day challenge #kristina writes #fears

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thesecretcirclefashion · 6 years

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Who: Shelley Hennig What: Angola Prison rodeo t shirt Louisiana USA skeleton stripes riding bull Cred: teenwolffashionsblog on Insta

#Shelley Hennig #shelley's style

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succorcreek · 4 years

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At one of the only prison rodeos left in the world Louisiana inmates hope for second chance - TVNZ https://ift.tt/2IySx7G

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sinceileftyoublog · 4 years

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Live Picks: 1/24 - 1/30

From left to right: Joey Burns (Calexico), Sam Beam (Iron & Wine), & John Coventino (Calexico); Photo by Piper Ferguson

BY JORDAN MAINZER

This time, I’ve got your itinerary for a week!

1/24: DJ Maseo (De La Soul), Empty Bottle

De La Soul MC Vincent Mason, also known as Maseo, does a DJ set at the Empty Bottle tomorrow night. He’s currently working on his “DJ-Conductor” concept album, whatever that entails, so don’t be surprised if he spins album cuts and potentially spits over them, too.

Boogie Munster and Cutz on Cuts collective member Shazam Bangles opens with a DJ set.

1/24: Junius Paul, Constellation

The most recent album for upright and electric bassist Junius Paul was December’s excellent ISM, yet another in a strong line of releases on local jazz label International Anthem. Tomorrow night, he plays as part of a quartet with some of the record’s most prominent contributors: Corey Wilkes on trumpet, Justin Dilliard on piano, and Vincent Davis on drums.

CHAI

1/24-1/25: Tedeschi Trucks Band, Chicago Theatre

Tedeschi Trucks Band returns to the Chicago Theatre for their annual residency, which took place last weekend and continues tomorrow night and Saturday. Their most recent record was last year’s Signs, which we described as “definitely a band showcase,” highlighting the horns of “Walk Through This Life” and Susan Tedeschi’s blues guitar picking on “The Ending”. A year removed from Signs, expect to hear from all over their discography and a smattering of covers, especially if their recent sets have been any indication.

1/24-1/26: Benjamin Gibbard & Tara Jane O’Neil, Thalia Hall

Death Cab For Cutie leader Benjamin Gibbard comes to Thalia Hall for a three-night stint. Though he’s released one studio solo album (not counting his cover of Teenage Fanclub’s Bandwagonesque), most of his performed material should be DCFC with a couple Postal Service classics thrown in for good measure.

Opening is LA-based multi-instrumentalist and songwriter Tara Jane O’Neil, whose last studio album was her excellent 2017 self-titled release. Over the past couple years, she’s dropped various compilation, reissue, live, soundtrack, benefit, and singles records. With a catalog that spans two decades, who knows what she’ll perform?

1/25: Dave Burrell with Joshua Abrams and Hamid Drake, Constellation

Saturday’s trio at Constellation juxtaposes a piano legend with two of Chicago’s finest bassists and drummers--respectively, Dave Burrell with Joshua Abrams and Hamid Drake.

Benjamin Gibbard

1/25: Dave Alvin and the Guilty Ones and Kevin Gordon Band, FitzGerald’s

At this point, Blasters founding member Dave Alvin has had a longer career as a solo artist than as a member of various classic cowpunk acts. While one of those bands, The Flesh Eaters, released an album last year, Alvin’s last record billed to his name was Downey to Lubbock, a collaboration with country singer Jimmie Dale Gilmore. He has, however, got a new band called The Third Mind, who are releasing a 6-song self-titled debut with 5 covers and 1 original on Valentine’s Day. Saturday, look forward to a mix of solo material, band material, and covers.

Louisiana singer-songwriter Kevin Gordon’s last record was 2018′s Tilt and Shine. In previewing a set a couple years ago at SPACE, we wrote that it was “an album about his vision of Louisiana through and through. The tracks are musically referential to the region; take the blues stomp of 'Fire at the End of the World' or the buzzing, organ-fueled country of 'Saint on a Chain'. And in lieu of fetishizing a Southern mythology, Gordon’s stories are rooted in everyday life or people’s perceptions of it, from prisoner rodeos to deals with the Devil.”

1/25: CHAI, Empty Bottle

We covered Japanese quartet CHAI’s set at Pitchfork Music Festival last year (they’re still touring their excellent 2019 album PUNK):

“CHAI believes you can be Kawaii while still subverting standard definitions of beauty and femininity. Or really, they argue that there’s no such thing as the 'standard.' They exist somewhere between individualism–arguing that you’re a 'Fashionista' as long as you’re dressing the way you dress–and collectivism, donning a band uniform of an orange top and pink pants with white stripes, tightly harmonizing and chanting with equal pitch. That dichotomy in and of itself is unique, especially in Japanese culture. They call it PUNK, their terrific second album. From freedom anthem 'CHOOSE GO!' to the propulsive beats of 'THIS IS CHAI', the band’s instrumental variation (the funk of 'FAMILY MEMBER', banging dance of “Curly Adventure”) is always tied together by the four women and the spirit each of them brings to the performance combined with the sum of parts that the band CHAI represents. And their radicalism is present in songs like 'GREAT JOB', a reclamation of housework as therapeutic, but it’s never so strong as when they shout their simple proclamation: ‘We are CHAI!'”

Bunny, the dream pop/bedroom rock project led by local musician Jessica Viscius and Sports Boyfriend, the indie pop project of local musician Eileen Peltier, open.

1/25: GZA, Concord Music Hall

Wu-Tang clan member GZA performs his classic sophomore album Liquid Swords with a live band. Any non-Liquid Swords tracks he might perform include other solo material, Wu-Tang clan verses, or even snippets from other Wu-Tang members.

Wu-Tang Clan affiliate Killah Priest, local rapper Femdot, and local remix masters Altered Tapes open.

Dave Alvin

1/26: John Cale, Art Institute of Chicago

Andy Warhol and the Velvet Underground are forever entwined, and because of that, I can’t think of someone more appropriate to celebrate the Art Institute’s current major Warhol retrospective than Velvets member John Cale. Expect, however, to hear mostly solo material.

1/28: Whitney, SPACE

Though not quite as strong as 2016′s Light Upon The Lake, Whitney’s most recent album Forever Turned Around does manage to reflect inward and distinguish itself that way from the band’s breakout debut, as we wrote in our preview of their Thalia Hall show last month. Here’s your chance to see them in a venue as small as SPACE while they continue to ascend.

Japanese quartet CHAI (mentioned above) opens.

1/29-1/30: Calexico & Iron & Wine, Thalia Hall

In 2005, Calexico & Iron & Wine were hot shit. The former, prolific as ever, were 2 years removed from their most acclaimed album yet, Feast of Wire, whereas Iron & Wine had released two beloved LPs and an EP. The prospect of a collaborative EP between the two was something to behold, and they lived up to the hype with In the Reins. Fifteen years later, neither act is as trendy, and they aren’t necessarily the critical darlings they once were, but they’re finally touring together to celebrate the unlikely release of their first collaborative LP, last year’s Years to Burn. They should play collaborative songs, and perhaps more excitingly, drawn-out highlights from their respective careers, plus some covers.

Local singer-songwriter Gia Margaret opens Wednesday. Singer-songwriter Madison Cunningham opens Thursday.

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