when the lights go down in the city

Another Town, Another Hotel Room

nobody@vox.com(Krissy) — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 09:55:57 -0800

Russ and I have been having another conversation about The Cardigans, via posts (mine, his) and comments in each other's blogs. In my latest comment to him, I asked if he'd heard Nina Persson's cover of "The Bluest Eyes In Texas" and his response was that he wasn't aware it was a cover and could I share the original with him?

Oh, yes I can.

In fact I will share it with all of you because of how very awesome it is. Restless Heart was one of the country bands whose music seeped into my bloodstream by nature of growing up in Texas in the '80s. They're totally slick and inoffensive which can often be boring or artless, but a few of their big hits were really great songs.

Here's the original version of "The Bluest Eyes In Texas" by Restless Heart. This video is chock full of amazing men's fashion (watch for yellow short shorts, extremely tight jeans and general bedazzlement), blow-dried mullets and bad acting.

Restless Heart - The Bluest Eyes in Texas (Music Video)

Also worth checking out by Restless Heart: "A Tender Lie" and "I'll Still Be Loving You".

Here's the cover by Nina Persson and Nathan Larson which was originally released on the Boys Don't Cry soundtrack and later on the A Camp album.

Nina Persson & Nathan Larson - The Bluest Eyes In Texas

If anyone knows the story of how Nina and Nathan came to decide to cover this song, please send it my way.

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In Texas we have plumcots

nobody@vox.com(Krissy) — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 08:16:29 -0700

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Oh how I miss the fancy, fancy food in San Francisco! Austin is the home of Whole Foods so I'm not out on a limb or anything, but the produce in SF is way better. The Central Market near my house has a ginormous produce section but a very small selection of organic stuff. Whereas I might have eaten a pluot in San Francisco this morning, I had a plumcot today instead. And I learned the difference between the two is not just the spelling:

A plumcot is a cross between an apricot and plum (Prunus armeniaca x Prunus domestica). A pluot is a cross between a plumcot and a plum (P. armeniaca x P. domestica x P. domestica).

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Listen Up: I'm Obsessed with St. Vincent

nobody@vox.com(Krissy) — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 15:01:36 -0700

I keep forgetting to blog this, and I need to say it: I am obsessed with St. Vincent.

Marry Me

St Vincent

Recommended if you like: Feist; Regina Spektor; My Brightest Diamond; crooners; really good adventurous, melodic music

I haven't felt this way since I discovered Feist in late '04. It's that feeling of this is something new, a start of a new relationship with an artist. It goes far beyond this one song is pretty cool. It's the excitement of knowing that the music of St. Vincent, aka Ms. Annie Clark, is going to be with me for a long time.

You might have heard of her as a touring guitarist for Sufjan Stevens and Polyphonic Spree, or opening up as a solo artist more recently for Midlake and John Vanderslice, but this is the first time she's stepped out with her own album. I'm taken with her voice, her songwriting, the new little synapses her sounds forge in my brain. The fact that she's drop-dead gorgeous (and from Texas) doesn't hurt. It's important to note that she's only 24 years old, and I don't point that out to make most of us feel bad. It means that, though songs from her debut Marry Me are already set to become some of my all-time favorites, her very best is yet to come.

Her album Marry Me comes out July 10th on Beggars Banquet. Listen. And keep track of her on her blog.

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How I Spent My Summer Vacation in Austin, Texas

nobody@vox.com(Krissy) — Sat, 09 Jun 2007 18:13:22 -0700

Texas Longhorn

Most of you already know I just took a weeklong vacation back to my ol' stomping grounds of Austin, Texas (for the few of you who don't already know, I'm from Texas and lived in Austin for 6 years). It was wonderful to see friends, eat copious amounts of Tex-Mex (I consumed more butter, eggs and cheese in one week than I have this entire year), wear a dress and sandals all day long (without having to carry a jacket around), move at a snail's pace, and never have to fight for a parking spot. Austin's airport is probably the best one I've personally been to (which isn't saying a whole lot) and before I got out the door I was talked up by three different people, and not in a single-girl/sitting-duck kind of way. I forgot that most people in Texas are just friendly. They talk to you. For no reason at all. After having spent the past 7 years in San Francisco and NYC, the random friendliness is almost shocking.

Car

Prince's gear

My rental car was a surprising shade of Longhorn burnt orange, so a few people on the street gave me the hook 'em horns sign. It was of course really hot there - in the 90s during the day but getting down to around 75 at night - but it felt really nice. Not a whole lot was going on the week I was there, oh except for a gigantic biker rally, which meant the city was overtaken by roaringly loud motorcycles with burly dudes at the front wheel and their scantily clad women sitting on the back. I guess there's no helmet law in Texas, but some women really tempted fate by riding around in a bikini top and short shorts. I said a silent please-don't-wreck prayer for all of their exposed skin. Oh yes, and the big news was the private party played by Prince, which three different people told me three different stories about before all swearing me to secrecy, ha. My friend Chad's neighbor was the only person I knew who got in, by donning a catering outfit for his friend's company, and he said the setlist was meh because he only played two recognizable songs. (Sorry Anil.)

Chad and Eno

Eno

Speaking of Chad, I stayed at his adorable two-bedroom house just north of Hyde Park, and plotted the entire time about how I could somehow steal the house out from under him. We made pretty good roommates though. Chad and I have been friends for probably ten years now, and he's always game to chat for hours, swap music, and suggest really good shopping trips. I think his beagle Eno took a shine to me after all that togetherness.

One afternoon Chad and I visited Trail of Dead's Mob House Studio to see my friend Mike McCarthy. He's currently recording The Sun, but also played us recent tracks he's done with my friend Booher's band Zykos and Spoon.

Jeff is my pretend boyfriend

I did a lot of driving around, drinking coffee, eating, shopping and hanging out with my pretend-boyfriend Jeff Klein (who's been on a rare break from constant touring before heading off to LA to record with the Gutter Twins). He is also great for hours of chatting, talking about music and shopping. I think I see a pattern here. Last Sunday night Chad, Jeff and I went to Chuy's for more Tex-Mex and then saw the film Once which was fantastic. It's the most accurate depiction of music and musicians that I've ever seen in a non-documentary film (usually movies with a 'musician' in them are chock-full of eyeroll-worthy cliches and implausible situations), but aside from the great music in the film (made by the main actor/musicians themselves) the story itself is brilliant, understated and believable. Go see this film before it leaves the theaters, especially if you love music or tear up at any sort of live performance (I'm looking at you, Patty.)

Austin hasn't changed much, but there is a lot of new condos going up and the East side is really growing. I also saw three or four scooter shops; I guess scooters are popular there now. I had some oats-cream at a vegan bakery, which tasted like soft serve ice cream without all the sugar. Chad also took me to a great vintage store called Feathers on South Congress, and Jeff took me to Allen's Boots to look at fancy $500 cowboy boots. Alas, neither of us bought a pair.

This does not instill confidence

I did break down and buy a digital camera while I was there though, a Casio Exilim with a discount courtesy of my friend Chris. It came with some truly frightening software that I finally uninstalled after a few days (see photo). I obviously still haven't gotten the hang of how to use it though, and Chris tried to school me when I met up with him and his wife Elise for dinner. My dear friend Julia joined us and Chris obliged my request for him to get a good shot of Julia's bacon wallet. Later on Julia and I had a bottle of wine in the Hotel San Jose courtyard with my friend Richard. For you pop culture aficionados, Julia is the real-life inspiration for the character Jungle Julia in Quentin Tarantino's films. If you knew her, you'd know why - she's six feet of self-assured sass.

That's all for now. Austin is friendly, colorful, laid-back, genuine, hot, inspiring, and the only city to ever visit in Texas.

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A Picture Share!

nobody@vox.com(Krissy) — Mon, 07 Aug 2006 05:05:50 -0700

Breakfast tacos in the airport. I love Texas!

Potato, egg and cheese at IAH

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