Monday, April 20, 2015

Mr. Cope's Cave: Listen Here

Posted By on Mon, Apr 20, 2015 at 11:23 AM

Not gonna write much today. Just a couple of quick things, then I'm sticking on a music video. If you feel shorted on reading material, spend the extra time I've saved you thinking about what kind of governor would veto a bill that would have allowed some relief to little kids with debilitating epileptic seizures. I guess it's just too bad it isn't Jack Daniels-flavored chaw that's in question rather than cannabis oil, huh?

And about the 20th anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing: Never let anyone tell you that America isn't just as capable as any back-ass, third-world shithole of producing soulless savages who put their ideology above all else, including human life.

Now... Eddie Harris. "Listen Here." Good stuff. Makes you want to shimmy and shake and maybe forget about the soulless savages for a time.

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Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Video: Seth Olinsky's Band Dialogue III, Treefort 2015

Posted By on Wed, Apr 1, 2015 at 2:55 PM

When Boise Weekly talked to Seth Olinsky (Akron/Family, Cy Dune) before his visit to Boise for Treefort Music Fest 2015, we realized we wanted to get his Band Dialogue III on video.

So, we sent intrepid freelance videographer/editor/producer Farzan Faramarzi out to chat with Olinsky when he arrived in town and then to catch BDIII, which turned out to be one of those awe-inspiring Treefort gems. 

Watch below...

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Monday, February 9, 2015

Mr. Cope's Cave: ???????????????

Posted By on Mon, Feb 9, 2015 at 12:36 PM

S'cuse me, but today, I'm just going to throw on a nice music video and that's it. Bunch of stuff happened this weekend and I didn't get time to sit down and do my blogging. I started Saturday morning, actually, but didn't get far. All I got written was "Mr. Cope's Cave: ???????????????" and then I got a guilt attack because I wasn't outside doing something. Sixty damn degrees on the 7th of February! Naw, no global warming going on around here. And see, I still had a bunch of clean-up work to do in my garden that I've put off, put off, put off, and I’m sitting there in my basement trying to blogiate but all I could think about were those desiccated tomato plants and dried out cucumber vines and skeletal peppers that should have been pulled up and thrown away four months ago. So after about an hour of getting squat done, I said F*** IT!, pulled on my mud shoes and went to work on all those dead veggies, thinking I still had Sunday morning to write this stupid blog.

Only, by being out in the garden again, I remembered what I'd had trouble remembering all winter, is that my garden tiller gave up the ghost in September. Over 20 years that old boy faithfully turned my dirt and finally it died. But not until I threw my back out and did some serious damage to my rotator cuff pulling the cord 5,000 times on that sonofabitch to get it started, which it never did again, and finally I said F*** IT! and decided I needed to find a new tiller. And I shouldn't have called the old tiller a sonofabitch because, after all, 20 rototiller years is, like, 150 human years and he was a good ol' boy while he lasted.

So I went to the garden tiller page on Craigslist to see if there was anything I could get for cheap because, during the 20-plus years I spent on that old tiller, tillers have about doubled in price and, besides, I didn't want to buy a tiller that was going to last another 20 years because I doubt that I will last that long and what's the point of having a tiller around after I'm dead. I'd been looking on Craiglist off and on all winter, whenever I remembered the old tiller—let us call him "Teddy," "Teddy Tiller." Yes, yes. I wish I'd thought of naming him that 20 years ago—was dead, but they never had anything that looked good. You know Craigslist. Somebody's always trying to sell something that isn't worth jack for 100 bucks. Over the winter, I'd found a couple of ads that said, like, "Garden Tiller for sale—100 bucks, needs new engine"—things like that. But nothing good for a price I wanted to pay.

Until Saturday, when I found right at the top of the list a pretty good-looking machine for a pretty good-looking price, and it had been posted only 23 minutes earlier. So I grabbed the phone that very minute because the only other likely prospect that had shown up was back in December and by the time I called, I was already third in line. But this time, I was the first, but it was late in the day, and the tiller was in Caldwell, and we had company coming, and so I arranged with the nice lady (with the tiller in Caldwell) that I'd come over Sunday morning to look at it, forgetting that I'd designated Sunday morning for blogifying.

So guess what didn't get done Sunday morning. Or Sunday night, either, because it was double-header night on teevee, what with Downton Abbey AND The Walking Dead, back-to-back, which in Bill's idea of what's worth watching on teevee anymore is like a piece of pie followed by another piece of pie. And then here it is, Monday morning and... uh... so here it is. This is what you get for my blog today. Ain't you thrilled?

But don't get all "Harumph! You call that a blog!?" on me because, like I said, I'm going to throw on a nice music video, which I don't know what it will be yet because I haven't looked for it yet, so you don't even have to read this if you don't want. Like I give a shit whether you do or don't. And it's probably a good thing it looks like rain this morning or I'd probably be having another guilt attack about not being outside in the 60-degree global warming with my new garden tiller. Which I bought, by the way.

By the way, I'm thinking about calling it "Tom Tiller." Or maybe "Teddy Tiller, Jr."

And here it is, a nice music video, whatever it is.

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Saturday, January 24, 2015

The Toasters Return to Boise Jan. 25 at The Shredder

Posted By on Sat, Jan 24, 2015 at 10:10 AM

It has been a few years since ska icons The Toasters popped into Boise, so if you were beginning to think they might never return, think again: The Toasters bring their high-energy, high-entertainment show to The Shredder on Sunday, Jan. 25. 

In an email to Boise Weekly, Shredder owner Justin Cantrell wrote, "It is always a good time when these gents roll through, and people seem to dance their asses off." 

Cantrell is correct, so go see The Toasters live. We can't think of a "butter" way to spend a Sunday. 

The show starts at 7 p.m. with a $10 cover.

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Tuesday, December 30, 2014

The Crux Rings In New Year With No Beer License and On-Loan Sound System

Posted By on Tue, Dec 30, 2014 at 4:37 PM

Left to right: The Crux Owner Bob Cooper and his son, Quentin. - TALYN BRUMLEY
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  • Left to right: The Crux Owner Bob Cooper and his son, Quentin.
Rumors of The Crux’s demise have been greatly exaggerated. Word got out that the all-ages music venue/coffee shop/beer bar might close its doors for good after the Dec. 28 Paper Gates album-release party featuring Phantahex, Jake Saunders and For Fuck’s Sake. That’s when Eric Gilbert, who had loaned the The Crux the public address system it had been using for music acts, dismantled the system and left, leading some to believe that the equipment was being repossessed.

“I’ve been really disappointed in how the place has been operating, so I decided to disassociate with it, having my sound system living there,” Gilbert said.

The next evening, Gilbert said he received a phone call from the police regarding the PA system. Gilbert described his conversation with the police as “a non-issue,” and said he remains hopeful that The Crux will be a venue for Treefort Music Fest music acts in March.

“I really believe in everything that’s been happening there on a surface level,” he said.

Additionally, the Crux has had a tenuous history with Alcohol Beverage Control, managed by Idaho State Police. Patrons may have noticed that the establishment hasn’t served beer since Oct. 9, when ABC revoked its license to serve alcoholic beverages for "administrative violations" pertaining to unpaid taxes. And this isn’t the first time it has gone dry: In May 2012, The Crux came under fire for serving beer w/ no food at an all-ages venue and temporarily lost its license. At the time, the venue’s owner, Bob Cooper, told BW that beer accounted for 30 percent of its profits. A revamp of the Crux's kitchen facilities cleared the way for the license to be reinstated.

The Alcohol Beverage Control board reconvenes Wednesday, Jan. 7, and will consider reinstating The Crux’s license to serve beer then. When asked for comment on whether the tax issues that precipitated the loss of The Crux’s license to serve beer would be resolved by that time, Cooper was brusque.

“Fuck you. Fuck you. Print that. Fuck you.”
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Friday, December 26, 2014

Mr. Cope’s Cave: Well Why Doesn't the Dumb Bastard Write About the North Korean Deal, Huh?

Posted By on Fri, Dec 26, 2014 at 10:01 AM

OK, I’m not going to try to bullshit you. No point to it. You’d see through it in a half a flash. So straight up… I don’t have beans to write about today. The day being… Christmas.

Yes. I put it off, and put it off, and put it off, until here I am, 9 p.m. Xmas night. With?… nuttin’. Zip. Nada. And in about 12 hours, my bossman down at Boise Weekly Central will start wondering, Where the hell is Cope’s blog crap? 

So what I’m going to do, in lieu of a proper blogifixture, is stick on two videos of Joe Cocker doing my two favorite Joe Cocker songs. And now you’re thinking why I would do that with Joe Cocker all over the news a few days ago. You know… with that dying thing.

Or instead of that, maybe you’re thinking, Well why doesn’t the dumb bastard write about that North Korean deal? You know… that Sony picture deal with that one guy and the other guy what wasn’t going to get shown and then was going to get shown, and what about that whole deal, huh?

And you would be right, partially. I could have indeed written something about that, if only I gave a rat’s ass about that. Which, I don’t. Not much, anyway.

OK, I give a small portion of a rat’s ass about the idea of some foreign power fiddling about with the computer innards in a place they have no business fiddling about in. But I would give a much larger portion of a rat’s ass if it were our air traffic control system, or our electrical grid, or something a tad more vital to the functioning and well being of the United States of America than whether or not another Seth Franco... Frank Rogen... whatever... movie gets shown in theaters or not.

And don’t be yelling how this is all a matter of artistic freedom. Don’t try to tell me about artistic freedom, bub. I know a thing or two about artistic freedom. Hell, I’m practicing artistic freedom right now, this very minute, by making up this sad-ass blog and passing it off as prose.

Oh, about the Joe Cocker thing. See, if you’re like me, you saw on half a million news shows tiny bits and pieces of him doing “With a Little Help… “ and you possibly even saw a bar or two of “You Are So Beautiful.”

But what was missing from all that—at least from what I saw—was the feeling for what a kick-ass performer he was. How… (I’m trying to think of the right word here)… how volcanic he was. You had to see the whole tune, from beginning to end, to get that. You had to see him build a song from a tinkle in the air up to where his energy swept through an audience like a pyroclastic blast, and no news program was going to run an 8-minute Joe Cocker performance, whether he’d died or not.

But, back to that North Korean thing, see… when I heard they were pulling the movie, I thought, Way to cave, Sony, just like everyone else. But then I thought, OK wise guy, what the hell would you do if some crazy asshole (or assholes; we really don’t know, do we?) had threatened to go berserker on all the convenience stores and coffee shops that carry Boise Weekly because there was something in it I’d written that they found offensive? 

I mean, every artist everywhere, no matter how shitty he may be, should have unfettered freedom to create any and every manifestation of artistic expression he wants, no matter how shitty it may be. But frankly, I don’t see that freedom translating into a right to put any one else at risk who may simply be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

So in the end, I came out of it even less committed to an opinion on a matter that I had no strong opinions on in the first place. Whatever measure of a rat’s ass that is, you tell me.

But about the particular Joe Cocker performances I picked: I struggled… yes, struggled… between the film of him at Woodstock, age 24, doing “With a Little Help from My Friends”—which is the first time most of us saw him, by the way—and one from a little later, when he’d polished his act considerably. Same with the two versions of “You Are So Beautiful.” It was either take one from the very end of his career—he’d performed it as recently as a little more than a year ago, when that raspy voice of his had turned into virtually no voice at all—or one from when he was probably at his peak.

On both numbers I went with the more polished renditions. Rest assured, though, by “polished,” I don’t mean “tamed.”

So to wrap this up, if you were waiting for me to climb into the Sony vs. Kim Jung-un hot tub, along with George Clooney and President Obama and, you know… everybody, sorry to disappoint. And if you were waiting for another long, drawn-out blog entry… also sorry to disappoint. It’s still Xmas, for Christ’s sake, and I’m tired. And I’ve been talking all damn day long. My family, they all expect me to at least pretend I’m enjoying this holiday shit, so I did my best. Now everyone’s gone and I’m exhausted. Not to mention there’s a piece of mincemeat pie in the kitchen with my name on it. Goodbye.

Oh… about that Christmas music I promised I was going to stick on every blog all month long?… sorry to disappoint. I quit. My bet is, you’re as tired of it as I am.

And take it away, Joe…

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Monday, December 22, 2014

Mr. Cope’s Cave: Day of the Dead

Posted By on Mon, Dec 22, 2014 at 10:18 AM

Mr. Cope, I believe you made a mistake with your Christmas music last Monday.

What are you talking about?

It was Tony Bennett.

Yes, that’s right. It was Tony Bennett. So?

Well, he’s not dead.

I know that. He’s not only not dead, he isn’t even retired yet.

But you told me once you only liked musicians who were dead.

I’m sure you misunderstood me, Skippy. It’s true that a great share of the musicians I like are gone now, but that’s not the same thing as liking dead musicians only.

So what are you putting on today?

Well… funny thing. Since this is the last blog before Christmas, I’d planned on using the Christmas song of all Christmas songs. You know the one I mean. It was originally composed to celebrate Easter, but it’s the king of the Christmas songs now. So I went looking for…

I’m sorry, Mr. Cope, but I don’t know which song you mean.

The Hallelujah Chorus. You know, by Handel? Good old George Frideric. So I went looking for it, but…

Is he dead?


Yeah. Him.

Uh, yeah. He’s dead. Extremely dead. Like, 260 years dead. Why?

Just wondering.

So anyway, as I was saying, I went looking for it, but I couldn’t find a video I liked. They were either too amateurish or too slick or too contrived or too over-produced or too under-produced or too something-or-other. So I changed my mind and settled on...

What’d he die from?

Jeez, Thumper, I don’t know. How would I know? What’s it matter what he died from?

Well… nothing, I guess. Just wondering.

OK then, so anyway, I changed my mind about Hallelujah Chorus and I settled on Mel Torme singing a song he wrote himself. Then I’m going to follow it up with one of those long-, long-playing pictures of a crackling fireplace on the screen while a collection of…

He’s dead, isn’t he?

Gad Almighty! Is who dead?

That Mel Torme guy.

Yes dammit! He’s dead! And why are you so… so… obsessed with whether these people are dead or not?

I’m just trying to keep track, Mr. Cope. 

Keep track of what?

Oh, nothing, I guess. It’s not important. Now, what’s this about a crackling fireplace?

It’s a video of a crackling fireplace with a lot of Christmas songs playing. There were like a thousand to choose from on YouTube, and I thought it would be a nice to put on the blog so that during Christmas Eve or Christmas dinner… you know, people could have it running in the background. Sort of… you know… juice up that Christmas spirit, and all.

Is that something you would do, Mr. Cope? Have a fake fireplace playing Christmas songs on your computer while you’re eating ham and pies and stuff? 

Well… no. Probably not. But somebody might. And whoever that is will thank me for sending them a couple of hours of that gooshy Christmas music. Don’t you think?

Yeah, probably. Actually, that sounds like something my grandma would have liked.

That’s right. That’s the way I see it. It’s sort of a grandma thing.

So are the guys playing that gooshy music…

Don’t ask me if they’re dead. I have no idea. The video doesn’t identify who the musicians are.

But some of them are likely to be dead?

Uh, Junior, I gotta tell ya’, this is getting just plain creepy.

I suppose you’re right. Mr. Cope. But I don’t mean it to be. It’s just that I’ve noticed one of the things about Christmas is how people think about the ones who aren’t here anymore. You know… the loved ones. Grandmas and grandpas and aunts and uncles and friends… maybe even children and brothers and sisters… all the people they loved and still love that … you know.

That have died?

Exactly. That have died. And it’s like whatever else Christmas is, it’s also a time to remember those who used to be here… who used to make Christmas what it was for us. Like my grandma. It’s like we can’t help but think about them. Because, maybe it’s natural to think about them at Christmas. Maybe it’s one of the only natural and honest things that happens at Christmas, know what I mean? Because Christmas really is a time for family, even the family who are gone. And it’s the best time to think about them… to remember them… because Christmas was always when we were happiest to be with them, all together. Does that make sense?

It does. Absolutely.

And it’s a good thing, don’t you think?

One of the best.

Do you have people you think about at Christmas, Mr. Cope? People who are gone?

Oh brother, do I.

Well, I’d better go now. Still have some shopping to do, and all.

OK, pal. I’ll see you later. And hey, you have a happy one, OK?

You, too, Mr. Cope. You, too.

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Thursday, December 18, 2014

Boise's Hollow Wood Screams 'Oh My God' While Fools Fight

Posted By on Thu, Dec 18, 2014 at 1:12 PM

Boise band Hollow Wood is in the company of Fools.

In the recently released video (recent as in about an hour ago) for "Oh My God" off the band's August 2014 Seasons EP, two familiar faces lose all sense of decorum when one man's envy reaches the boiling point. Little does he know, however, that behind closed doors, his seemingly well-off neighbor is hiding a dark secret. Ron Torres directed the video, which stars the Fool Squad's Joe Conley Golden and Tom Willmorth, who are able to convey some of the most fundamental elements of the human condition in less than four minutes. It's a brilliant bit of storytelling by everyone involved.

Watch Hollow Wood's bittersweet "Oh My God" come to life as Golden and Willmorth play out the importance of understanding that what people show us is seldom all there is.

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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Boise Musicians Raise Awareness for Suicide Prevention (The Crux, Dec. 5)

Posted By and on Tue, Dec 9, 2014 at 10:00 AM

Matt Coate joined band Sea of Glass to "Illuminate" the importance of raising awareness of suicide prevention and mental health. - PHOTO BY JENNY BOWLER
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  • Matt Coate joined band Sea of Glass to "Illuminate" the importance of raising awareness of suicide prevention and mental health.
Local band A Sea of Glass is more than the sum of its parts. 

“We always want people to know that we want them to come talk to us if they need someone to talk to or need a friend," said A Sea of Glass lead singer Joseph Lyle.

"We want to make ourselves available ... to be there for people if they ever need to shoot us a message on Facebook or come hang out. ... We just wanted to shed a light on that and do what we can with our music and make people feel close," he said.

Along with guest performers Matt Coate and Adam Wright, and host Dylan Cole, A Sea of Glass put on a show Dec. 5 to let people dealing with mental and emotional issues know that help is available. The second annual "Illuminate: Raising Awareness for Suicide Prevention and Mental Health" was a free all-ages show, thanks to sponsorship from the Suicide Prevention Action Network of Idaho Southwest Chapter, which donated gift certificates and items to be raffled. Boise Hive, which offers rehearsal space and mental health resources for musicians, was also there.

Since music and art are important creative, as well as therapeutic, outlets for many people, holding a show made perfect sense for both groups.
“The arts attracts a lot of people who are struggling mentally because it’s a different way of trying to express yourself, whether it’s music or visual art or comedy or poetry," Cole said. "It’s just people looking for a way to deal with pain and so I think events like this go hand in hand, as performers want to give back the support that they get for something that keeps them sane.”

Concert-goers agreed. 

“I think it’s really great that they’re having a free show at The Crux to raise awareness for suicide [prevention]," said Kierra Hansen. "It is a prevalent issue in the United States and so I think it’s nice to raise awareness for something like that so people can get help if they need it and feel more comfortable doing so, so people feel more comfortable helping those who have an issue with it. Great music as well, great environment, great time.”

See a slideshow of photos from the concert here.

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Saturday, December 6, 2014

Video: Magic Sword Hits All the Right Notes

Posted By on Sat, Dec 6, 2014 at 1:59 PM

Magic Sword performed Friday, Dec. 5, at Neurolux - HARRISON BERRY
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  • Magic Sword performed Friday, Dec. 5, at Neurolux
Magic Sword's sound is a cross between European club music and whatever Han Solo blasts over the Millennium Falcon's P.A. system when he punches it into hyperspace.

And the crowd got spacey and epic with Magic Sword Dec. 5 at Neurolux. 

The evening began with Street Fever, a solo artist wearing a mask that made him look like a member of The Ood (Doctor Who fans know what we're talking about). Street Fever laid down heavy, danceable beats and showed off an aptitude for stage design, with strobe lighting, LED lights and vertical columns arranged around him that would light up at strategic points in a given song. 

Magic Sword's music aspires to a vast scope, with long buildups to thunderous crescendos, and synth and guitar riffs straight out of hair metal's glory days in the mid-1980s. In conjunction with the band's penchant for theatricality (at its most recent performance—an impromptu dance party outside Neurolux last month—the band was shooed away by police), this added up to an invigorating, if deafening, evening.

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