Dusty Brown, Paper Pistols

The highlight of the night was watching Dusty Brown brilliantly perform from 11:30 – 1AM. If the show would have just been him playing all night, the groups of people who walked by as no music filled the clubs sound system would have come in. Opportunities were lost from the rejects of surrounding local affliction clubs to catch a breeze of something new and perhaps make a convert or two. No, they walked by, looked in, saw nothing and kept walking. Who would pay for nothing, no music? I wouldn’t.

Paper Pistols a one person act, a drummer who plays along with his laptop playing what I can assume are beats he programmed, lasted for about 20 minutes. Some  people got up and watched the short set.

There was about a 15 minute interlude, Then Dusty and Zac Brown came up and played, with beautiful harmonies from his sister Jessica accompanying some of the songs. The music was great and my already positive thought of Dusty Brown was reinforced just that much more. Dusty has been a staple of the Sacramento electronic music scene for almost 10 years.

About Anomie:

Anomie Magazine was established in 1998 by Amir Esfahani and Mike Jones. They have successfully released 7 issues of their prominently street art magazine. Issue 8 is currently in the works. With a currently active staff of 5 people.

Anomie Records started in 2007 with the release of Postals “Darker than black” And has released his sophomore album along with Funk Advisors latest mix tape. A split 7 inch is currently in the developing process with Who Cares and Dusty Brown and will be released Summer 2010.

Anomie Records has been throwing Last Saturday (every last Saturday) events at the Capitol Garage in Sacramento Starting April with a hip hop show, and then May with a dubstep show. Both selling out by 11:30 and both having an overwhelming positive reaction from the bands and crowds that came. Capacity was reached at both the two original shows.

Why?

It’s the adrenaline

It’s the fame

It’s the double life

It’s the night life

It’s for the girls who jock

It’s for the love of it

It’s for doing something people hate

It’s because I like doing things you won’t

It’s for the friendships that are forged

It’s for the power

It’s for pissing people off

It’s for the risk

It’s for the fights

It’s for having a life that’s different

Lastly

Most Importantly

It’s to keep me sane

Old Poem // Cat Bite

I was brushing my cat’s short gray hair

She is about 14 or 15 years old

She is very temperamental

If you touch her too long

Or in the wrong place

She will bite

But she loves to be brushed

If you brush her too long

She will bite

She has been wearing here leathern spiked collar for years

I bought it at Petco

Real leather, it was not cheap

If you touch her leather spiked collar

She will bite

If you pet her stomach

She will bite

I almost bit her once

But I didn’t

I didn’t want to get bitten

On the face

Poem // Scrape Through

There was once this night not too long ago

I was with the type of people I really don’t have much to do with often

People concerned about looking good and having lots of money

And objects, stuff, lots of stuff

And not at all of what lies beneath the surface

The real substance

This one person in particular

Peculiarly connected with me

I wouldn’t give way to their expected norms

The norms of she

Expected from he

I felt like I broke through

Just for a second even;

To that person

It gave me hope in humanity

People are capable of change

Sometimes it takes much heartache

But it doesn’t have to

Conversation with a Crazy Person

“And just like that he left, taking an old hard-bound copy of the sound and the fury with him.

That’s what smart people read, right?

I’ve been told that. By a junior college professor once…

Smart people are overrated.

And what did he do for a living?

You mean to collect money?

I suppose that’s what I mean.

I don’t know, suffered, nailed his soul to a cross and cried like a little girl. What does anyone do? What they can: work.

I should have figured as much. Nothing would have just come easy.

Well, that’s not entirely true; walks on the beach come easy, sleep comes easy…

It doesn’t come easy, but once it happens, it’s easy, sure.

I thought he seemed ok though.

Yeah, he’s ok. There seems to be some anticipation brewing. Like there’s some inside joke that you’re just on the verge of understanding. I think some girl mentioned the same thing one time.

Hum, never thought of it that way.

Yeah. I say we get some food.

I can’t right now, gotta wait till payday.”

Technology

Once upon a time

When I was in 8th grade

1992 or 1993

Before the internet was accessible

There were bulletin board systems (BBS)

I dialed to one in Sacramento

I downloaded a nude picture of Cindy Crawford

Topless

I saved it to my computer

It took about 20 minutes

The file was 10KB

I printed it off using my dot matrix printer

Then I experimented

I experimented

I experimented

My Z-List

I may have met you on the street

Or in an alley

Or in a club

Or on the sidewalk

Or in the gutter

Or in the nice lounge

You are invariably a female

I’ve either become bored of you

Or you’ve become bored of me

Or you gave me your number to entertain

Or to get rid of me

Or I don’t want to play your chasing

Games

So what I do is add a “Z-“

To the beginning of your name in my phone

So you go to the bottom of my list

So that I know when you are calling

Or texting me

And can know when to ignore you

The Routine

Eye contact occurs

In a dingy club

Dancers dancing, Bros tossing back shots

You casually meet

You exchange phone numbers

Then you text

You text

Text

Finally you talk (in person on the phone)

If you get lucky you get coffee

Then later you might do lunch

Then you climax with dinner

Then you have sex

Dating is boring

I don’t care what any girl says

The thrill of the “catch”

I’d rather the surprise of turning over

In the morning

And seeing whether I did well

Or failed