Things have been hectic at the Test of the Boomerang headquarters: I just became a father, and things have been understandably hectic. I took a break from changing nappies, though, to put together a little mix. It’s a real mixed bag today, folks — I have Jarboe’s sweet cover of Blind Faith’s “Can’t Find My Way Home” from Swans’ out-of-print classic The Burning World, brooding folk from Neurosis guitarist Steve Von Till, King Crimson’s full “Providence” improv jam from the fantastic Great Deceiver live set, and a little taste of Merl Saunders (rest in peace, brother Merl) and Jerry Garcia. As well as some other musical goodies. Enjoy with some Fordham Scotch Ale and I’ll meet you back here in the New Year. (more…)

Hi Kids. Welcome to post #7 of Test of the Boomerang. I’m glad the Popdose crew have decided to keep me around. The weekly Popdose beer busts have been great. The getaway weekends at the Popdose resort compound have done wonders for my complexion and have really augmented my beard growth. My office at Popdose HQ is slowly coming together…okay, so it’s a janitorial closet, but it is way more “office-like” now than it is “closet-like.” There is no utility sink and only a couple brooms, but that’s it. Sure, I’m currently “sharing” the office with Tony the Custodian, but he’s like, never there.

Anyway, as summer draws to a close, the Man is burned, New Orleans prepares for Gustav’s arrival, and John McCain travels the country showing off his Inuit granddaughter, I decided to make a mixtape. At first, I thought about some brooding, introspective stuff to greet the days of fall, but I went ahead with something different. Some summery tunes to keep the summer vibe alive through the colder months, without the goddamn mosquitoes. There’s something for everyone here. Play loud and in any order you like. (more…)

I had originally intended to post this during the week of August 1st and August 9th, but I wanted to give a shout to Isaac Hayes last week. Get out your copy of Hot Buttered Soul, throw it on the hi-fi, and get with somebody.

Jerry Garcia waltzed into this world on August 1st, 1942, and waltzed back out on August 9th, 1995. We’re already 13 years out from Jerry’s death, the demise of the Dead, and that really, really horrible summer tour.

I was already “off the bus” when Jerry died. My Dead train derailed after a miserable cold December night at the Oakland Coliseum. There was such an air of joylessness that night. I was third-wheeling it with a friend and her new boyfriend. I overheard people talking about speed and guns in the men’s room. The music was anemic at best. That entropy had started to show, but worst of all, it just wasn’t fun anymore.

So the new issue of Relix features a cover story about Jerry and how once again, Jerry Garcia is considered “hip” and “cool” among the folks at the “cool kid’s table” in the pop culture cafeteria. The article sites the presence of some humorous Dead graffiti in a subway station - (”…tagging the Grateul Dead’s Steal Your Face skull over a smiling Asian woman in surgical scrubs…”) as well a drunk college kid stumbling along singing “Box of Rain” in the hipster streets at dawn, as proof of the Dead’s new status as hipster iconica. A few musicians (Devendra Banhart, Bonnie Prince Bill aka Will Oldham, and others) weigh in on the matter and come up with a collective “I guess they’re pretty cool.”

The ultra-slick entertainment magazine The Fader did a double-sided cover story on Jerry last summer to much greater effect.

But the real message of the story isn’t Relix’s own need for validation from the Indie community, it’s about how the Dead continues to influence a whole new generation of musicians who are of a much different stripe than the likes of Phish or Widespread Panic. But is it really the Dead who are inspiring Akron/Family or Animal Collective or any other band that might let their music get lost on a lysergic space jam? Or is it just that preternatural sonic stew of bluegrass, blues, modern jazz, folk, and rock and roll that initially fueled the Warlocks? Besides, Relix telling readers that Jerry is cool because the guys in Animal Collective say he is is one thing; the fact that Relix started as a Grateful Dead fanzine back in 1974 is quite another. (more…)