Skip to main content

dj kali & mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 04.05.11

well, it was another groovy get-down at the caustic lounge and, as always, great to see everyone come out. [meaning come out for the night... i'm not outing anyone. your secrets are safe with me.] despite a late start, things stayed hoppin until well later than we had intended... in fact, i've noticed that every time we do this, the end time creeps slightly later. by the end of summer, one would assume this will be an all-night event.

dj kali's poisonous potpourri

hilt :: birdwatcher
drahomira song orchestra :: came out of the earth
death in june :: love murder
severed heads :: gusests
zola jesus :: night
clock dva :: axiomatic and heuristic
novy svet + foresti di ferro :: sogni di piombo
blessure grave :: open or shut
cocteau twins :: wax and wane
tuxedomoon :: new machine
position parallele :: emission
xeno and oaklander :: saracen
devo :: snowball
cabaret voltaire :: yashar
klangstabil :: anti-communication
nightmare lodge :: negative planet

mr. dna's straight outta cbgb's set

talking heads :: new feeling/ a clean break
richard hell & the voidoids :: down at the rock and roll club
ramones :: do you remember rock n roll radio?
new york dolls :: jet boy
misfits :: some kinda hate
bad brains :: pay to cum
the cramps :: domino
suicide :: ghost rider
laurie anderson :: from the air
patti smith :: gloria
johnny thunders & the heartbreakers :: chinese rocks
dictators :: master race rock
television :: marquee moon
blondie :: [i am always touched by your] presence dear
the feelies :: everybody's got something to hide except for me and my monkey
devo :: gut feeling/ slap your mammy
the damned :: i just can't be happy today
sonic youth :: rain on tin
richard hell & the voidoids :: another world
suicide :: keep your dreams

Comments

rockier, cookier, cooler...love the two voidoid bits....greetings from hackney, london...byers

as long as you're here, why not read more?

wrong turn

as some of you are aware, i have a long-term project building a family tree. this has led me to some really interesting discoveries, like the fact that i am partly descended from crazy cat people, including the patron saint of crazy cat ladies, that a progenitor of mine once defeated a french naval assault with an army of scarecrows, that my well-established scottish roots are just as much norwegian as scottish, and that a relative of mine from the early middle ages let one rip with such ferocity that that's basically all he's remembered for. but this week, while i was in the midst of adding some newly obtained information, i found that some of my previous research had gone in an unexpected direction: the wrong one.

where possible, i try to track down stories of my better-known relatives and in doing so this week, i realised that i couldn't connect one of my greatĖ£ grandfathers to his son through any outside sources. what's worse that i found numerous sources that con…

dj kali & mr. dna @ casa del popolo post-punk night

last night was a blast! a big thank you to dj tyg for letting us guest star on her monthly night, because we had a great time. my set was a little more reminiscent of the sets that i used to do at katacombes [i.e., less prone to strange meanderings than what you normally hear at the caustic lounge]. i actually invited someone to the night with the promise "don't worry, it'll be normal". which also gives you an idea of what to expect at the caustic lounge. behold my marketing genius.

mr. dna started off putting the "punk" into the night [which i think technically means i was responsible for the post, which doesn't sound quite so exciting]. i'd say that he definitely had the edge in the bouncy energy department.

many thanks to those who stopped in throughout the night to share in the tunes, the booze and the remarkably tasty nachos and a special thank you to the ska boss who stuck it out until the end of the night and gave our weary bones a ride home…

eat the cup 2018, part seven :: oh, lionheart

it all seemed so magical: england's fresh-faced youngsters marching all the way through to a semi-final for the first time since 1990. everywhere, the delirious chants of "it's coming home". and then, deep into added time, the sad realization: it's not coming home. oh england, my lionheart.

now, if we're being really strict about things, my scottish ancestors would probably disown me for supporting England, because those are the bastards who drove them off their land and sent them packing to this country that's too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter. and indeed, shops in scotland have sold through their entire stock of croatian jerseys, as the natives rallied behind england's opponents in the semi-final. however, a few generations before they were starved and hounded from the lands they'd occupied for centuries, my particular brand of scottish ancestors would have encouraged me to support england [assuming that national football had even…