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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Songs, lyrics, poems and other self-indulgences, assembled by Atlanta writer/musician Steve LaBate.</description><title>Shortwave Radio Lies</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @stevelabate)</generator><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Kettle whistle cuts cold air I see my breath, I fix my stareMercury falls like an angel cast from...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kettle whistle cuts cold air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I see my breath, I fix my stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mercury falls like an angel cast from Heaven high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;And it’s not any warmer in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;You sprained your ankle at the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Of the beginning of the end of this fool race we’ve run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;The highway’s slick and mirror-black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I cut my teeth on heart attacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Half-empty glass of bourbon in my shaky hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I’ve lionized your lying eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Torn you down inside my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;The truth it lies in the distance between you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Discovered weaknesses, built up walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Innocence no longer calls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Like the melody’s rise and fall I’m hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;But innocence is guilelessness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gutlessness, subconsciously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I hope in time you will see some good in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;There’s a darkness in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;A learned bleakness behind my smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;The flickering ember of an accidental electric fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Smoked my soul and rolled my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Is it better to try to or not to try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I hope I don’t die before I understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I hope I die, with a hand in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/38529490606</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/38529490606</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2012 02:07:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>A Christmas Music Story...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last year I wrote a &lt;a href="http://www.treehugger.com/culture/diy-christmas-mixtape.html"&gt;narrative essay&lt;/a&gt; for website Myoo.com introducing a playlist of nontraditional Christmas music I&amp;#8217;d compiled. Then I decided to turn the whole thing into a holiday radio play featuring Andy Williams, Frank Sinatra, Mannheim Steamroller, The Ramones, OutKast, Dodd Ferrelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, and Neal Holman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;as The Ghost of Christmas Past. It takes place almost entirely in a bar. You can stream or download here&amp;#8230;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="https://soundcloud.com/steve-labate/a-christmas-music-story"&gt;A Christmas Music Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And if you&amp;#8217;re interested, here&amp;#8217;s a link to the the two-volume playlist on Spotify&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;• &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/music/playlist/New-Christmas-Canon-Vol-1/10150418006997400"&gt;A New Christmas Canon, Vol. 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;• &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/music/playlist/New-Christmas-Canon-Vol-2/10150524726461948"&gt;A New Christmas Canon, Vol. 2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Here&amp;#8217;s some commentary on Vol. 1&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Dodd Ferelle - Strung Out Like the Lights (at Christmastime)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Ferelle’s aching yet hopeful voice wraps delicately around his duet partner Betsy Ingelsby’s, capturing perfectly what it’s like to battle addiction and loneliness during the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Tom Waits - Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;A Christmas piano ballad for the dregs of society. A ruse, a sham, an attempt to prey on the better nature of some poor greasy haired schmo, a sucker in love with a hooker. But in this tale, even the tramp has a conscience, coming clean at the very end, perhaps inspired by the true spirit of the season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Eux Autres - Teenage Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;A brand-new lo-fi holiday anthem that sounds as if was stuffed in your stocking by Guided By Voices circa &lt;em&gt;Bee Thousand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Yo La Tengo - Mr. Tough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Nothing I’ve heard in decades sounds more like an outtake from Vince Guaraldi’s &lt;em&gt;A Charlie Brown Christmas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. The Band - Christmas Must Be Tonight (Alternate Version)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;A tender, stripped-down, upbeat rocker celebrating the Christmas story. Bassist Rick Danko takes the lead vocal on this, his vulnerable warble taking full spotlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Matt Pond PA - Holiday Road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;A gorgeous, contemplative take on Lindsey Buckingham’s holiday roadtrip classic, made famous by its inclusion in &lt;em&gt;Christmas Vacation &lt;/em&gt;precursor, &lt;em&gt;National Lampoon’s Vacation&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Dolorean - Violence in the Snowy Fields&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Portland, Ore., folk-rock outfit Dolorean, paints a desolate, sighing, soundtrack to winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Santo &amp;amp; Johnny - Twistin’ Bells&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;The same duo responsible for instantly recognizable steel-guitar instrumental “Sleep Walk” cut this twangy surf-twist version of “Jingle Bells” in 1962.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Big Star - Jesus Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;This celebration of Christmas day is a two-minute twenty second handbook for jangle pop. One of the finest songs from one of the most under-appreciated bands of all time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. James Brown - Santa Claus Go Straight to the Ghetto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;James Brown’s soulful plea to St. Nick to remember all the good little boys and girls celebrating Christmas in the ’hood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Red Simpson - Out on the Road for Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;A master of country-music niche marketing, Simpson made his entire career singing for the truck drivers of the world. This one’s for all the lonely big-rig kings with no family back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Cyndi Lauper &amp;amp; the Hives - A Christmas Duel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Eighties pop star Lauper and Sweden’s garage-rock darlings The Hives team up for a naughty duet of holiday family dysfunction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Mötley Crüe - Home Sweet Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;This is not a holiday song per se, but I’m including it to illustrate that &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; song can become a holiday song under the right circumstances—you just have to build the association. &lt;span class="s1"&gt;Back in the ’80s, when I was just a kiddo who still believed in Santa, my parents charged my hair-metal-obsessed teenage sister with transferring all of our family’s old Christmas favorites from vinyl to cassette. As a subversive, rebellious joke, she inserted Mötley Crüe’s “Home Sweet Home” smack between Jimmy Durante and Mario Lanza. At first, my Dad was a little peeved, but every year we played that cassette, and eventually the Crüe evoked for us the same Pavlovian response as the rest of the old-school tracks, nostalgic pleasure centers lighting up like Christmas trees at the sound of that melodramatic piano intro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Run DMC - Christmas in Hollis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Picking up where Brown’s “Santa Claus Go Straight to the Ghetto” left off, these rap pioneers tell the tale of the time Santa visited Queens, N.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. The Ramones - Merry Christmas (I Don’t Want to Fight Tonight)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Three-chord sledgehammer power-pop just about everyone visiting their relatives this holiday season will relate to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Tobias Froberg - When the Night Turns Cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;“Will you help me start a fire?” A much less creepy (less date-rapey) alternative to “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Rogue Wave - Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;It’s as if these Oakland indie rockers have bottled up this epic Who track from &lt;em&gt;Tommy&lt;/em&gt; inside of a snowglobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Pixies - Winterlong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Black Francis and Kim Deal’s sad-beautiful harmonies anchor this Neil Young cover, as does lead guitarist Joey Santiago’s simple but perfect octave guitar chugging. Even better than the original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Elliott Smith - “Angel in the Snow”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;No one since Nick Drake has been able to tap into the bleak depths of human sadness like Smith. Even in a gentle, nervous love song such as this, he leaves a cloud for every silver lining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Low - Little Drummer Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Slo-core fuzz rockers Low obliterate this tune from the old Christmas Canon in a wash of static destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. The Clash - Lost in the Supermarket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Like I said before—any song can be a holiday song under the right circumstances. This one perfectly captures how out-of-my-element I feel the one day a year I break down and go to that swirling vortex of everything I hate about gluttonous consumerism in America—the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. OutKast - Unhappy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Big Boi says it all in verse 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once upon a rhyme, one time when I was a child &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I found out that Santa Claus was nothing more than Vanilli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was silly, `cause my mom and pop they worked for every penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn&amp;#8217;t have many, but had enough to get by, enough to get fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to start off New Year off in debt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Weezer - O Holy Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;From the Weezer’s 2008 Christmas EP. The band’s signature wall of guitars fits surprisingly well on this traditional tune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. The Pogues - Fairytale of New York&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;Desperate, depraved and as real as it gets. Christmas Eve in the drunk tank. A rocky romance set against the backdrop of seedy ’70s New York. Of all the reasons to love charming drunkard Shane MacGowan and his band, this is at the top of my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Dwight Yoakam - Santa Can’t Stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;In this country song for the ages, little junior tries his best to understand why Mama is kicking Santa out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. The Everly Brothers - Christmas Eve Can Kill You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A poetic ballad chronicling the hardships of the drifter at Christmastime.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. The Last Heard &amp;amp; Bob Seger - Sock it to Me Santa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p4"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;If Wilson Pickett’s “Land of 1000 Dances” had been a Christmas song it would’ve been this. Guaranteed to get any holiday party wild &amp;amp; sweaty on the dance floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/38236888625</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/38236888625</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2012 13:12:06 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Playing pinochleafter hours on Bull Streetcross-legged, slumped against the wallwith a girl from...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Playing pinochle&lt;br/&gt;after hours on Bull Street&lt;br/&gt;cross-legged, slumped against the wall&lt;br/&gt;with a girl from Wooster&lt;br/&gt;Lured by Moe Tucker&amp;#8217;s velvet whisper&lt;br/&gt;we drink a toast to never&lt;br/&gt;She shuffles the deck &lt;br/&gt;asks if I believe in God&amp;#8230; I nod&lt;br/&gt;This game could last forever&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/38137952528</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/38137952528</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2012 04:41:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Chasing the dragon...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Every time I sit down to write I&amp;#8217;m like a sculptor staring at a giant uncut mountain of stone. The first 2/3 of the experience is almost always brutal, painful, overwhelming and exhausting. I start and stop in fits. Hide out in my room for hours, sometimes days. I forget everything I&amp;#8217;ve ever learned. I curse the path I&amp;#8217;ve chosen in life and myself for following it. But then, eventually, inevitably, as I keep chiseling at the stone, arranging and rearranging the seemingly bottomless well of information and research and experiences I&amp;#8217;ve gathered, something shifts. A form begins to emerge from the rock and a threshold is crossed. From there, with every paragraph, a weight is lifted. The act becomes more lucid and simple, and words and ideas begin pouring out. By the time I drop the last sentence, everything is so easy that I feel dangerously confident, like Bernini or Rodin must&amp;#8217;ve felt admiring their work, like a god who&amp;#8217;s just whipped some new universe into existence—like the whole tooth &amp;amp; nail struggle was just some fever dream, a smoke-ring in the breeze, a fading transmission beamed from the recesses of some poor, distant, long-forgotten dead hack&amp;#8217;s memory banks to the shortwave radio of my subconscious. Yes, dangerously confident. And chasing the dragon again. Maybe Greg Porn is right. Maybe everybody addicted to something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/37824735735</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/37824735735</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2012 05:35:02 -0500</pubDate><category>writing</category></item><item><title>Untitled (song)...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;There&amp;#8217;s an emptiness in this cold, cold house&lt;br/&gt;There&amp;#8217;s an emptiness and I gotta get out&lt;br/&gt;of my own head&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There&amp;#8217;s a void in the wake of what never was&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m a failure, baby, just because&lt;br/&gt;I was born&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confess your sins and call it art&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drag the depths of your black heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve got nothing left to lose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are the last words of a fool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Blood in the doorway of my old house&lt;br/&gt;We&amp;#8217;re not guilty, we&amp;#8217;re just down and out&lt;br/&gt;It&amp;#8217;s by design&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve got a quiet mind on Cascade Heights&lt;br/&gt;I got no dog left in this fight&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m alone tonight&lt;br/&gt;And I like it fine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confess your sins and call it art&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drag the depths of your black heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve got nothing left to lose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are the last words of a fool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/35967356452</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/35967356452</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2012 00:31:50 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Help bring new music doc on the band Morphine to ATL's Plaza Theatre!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Trying to get the word out about an event I&amp;#8217;m bringing to the Plaza Theatre.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;It&amp;#8217;s an excellent new documentary on Mark Sandman, mysterious/iconic frontman for the band Morphine. The film explores the band&amp;#8217;s impact and artistic merit as well as Sandman&amp;#8217;s tragic story and untimely death (onstage, of a heart attack). I appear briefly in the film along with Sandman&amp;#8217;s family, surviving band members, and musicians and critics like Ben Harper, Mike Watt, Josh Homme, Les Claypool, Seth Mnookin, John Medeski &amp;amp; Nic Harcourt. Here&amp;#8217;s the &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/tTLRCC2TBm8"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;img height="211" src="https://cdn.ticketfly.com/i/00/00/27/14/91-atlg.jpg" width="300"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Another interesting facet of this event is that I&amp;#8217;m using a brand-new platform called Tugg, which is like a Kickstarter for bringing indie films to any major city nationwide. Tugg has a vast network of affiliate theaters, and about 500 indie films to choose from at any one time. You select a film, a city, a local theater, a date and time, then Tugg tells you how many tickets you need to sell to make the event happen. They set up an event page where people can purchase advance tickets, but it only charges their cards when enough tickets are sold to greenlight the event. If the quota isn&amp;#8217;t met and the event falls through, no one is charged.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p2"&gt;Trying hard to make this screening happen, and could really use some support in the form of reblogs and posts on your other social media if you&amp;#8217;re interested in helping. Here&amp;#8217;s a link to the &lt;a href="http://www.tugg.com/events/2048"&gt;event page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;The screening is scheduled for Tuesday, Nov. 13 at the Plaza Theatre, 7:30 p.m. The deadline for meeting the pre-sale quota is Nov. 4.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p2"&gt;Purchase your advance tickets asap! (remember - you&amp;#8217;re only charged if we hit the quota!)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Thanks,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Steve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/34299329925</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/34299329925</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2012 11:44:18 -0400</pubDate><category>morphine</category><category>mark sandman</category><category>gatling pictures</category><category>mike watt</category><category>ben harper</category><category>josh homme</category><category>queens of the stone age</category><category>steve labate</category><category>seth mnookin</category><category>les claypool</category><category>primus</category><category>the minutemen</category><category>john medeski</category><category>nic harcourt</category><category>kcrw</category><category>tugg</category><category>atlanta</category><category>atl</category><category>plaza theatre</category><category>indie film</category><category>indie rock</category></item><item><title>RSVP here!</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1apdwm9yz1qzwbu3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;RSVP &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/events/415544758461934/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/19735686641</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/19735686641</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 12:49:07 -0400</pubDate><category>atlanta</category><category>rap</category><category>hip-hop</category><category>dirty south</category><category>gourmet</category><category>cooking</category><category>food</category><category>the roots</category><category>greg porn</category><category>okay player</category><category>small eyez</category><category>bnmc</category><category>deuce ducartier</category><category>graveyard tavern</category><category>the basement</category><category>east atlanta</category><category>eav</category><category>dj mudfish</category></item><item><title>SEX BBQ!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Here&amp;#8217;s a sneak peek at my new band Sex BBQ. We&amp;#8217;ll be making our debut Thursday, March 15 at the Peoplestown Palace. Stay tuned for details. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WotH75gtiiQ/S8QVcOh10sI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wCYKELeoMMw/s1600/l_0d07fe155cf5ae46110b77fc9ff81270.jpg" width="400"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/steve-labate/sex-bbq-untitled-cell-phone"&gt;LISTEN NOW - Sex BBQ (Untitled cell-phone recorded demo)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This track features&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kate BBQ - Lead vox, guitar&lt;br/&gt;Steele BBQ - Bass&lt;br/&gt;Bunny BBQ - Backing vox, cowbell, vibraslap&lt;br/&gt;Steve BBQ 1 - Lead guitar&lt;br/&gt;Steve BBQ 2 - Shitty surf casio, backing vox&lt;br/&gt;Steve BBQ 3 - Drums&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/18608556543</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/18608556543</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2012 11:04:38 -0500</pubDate><category>surf</category><category>surf punk</category><category>garage</category><category>garage rock</category><category>sex</category><category>bbq</category><category>sbbq</category></item><item><title>Download my new lo-fi covers album for free at soundcloud.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzgyyx1TQS1qzwbu3o1_400.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Download my new lo-fi covers album for free at &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/steve-labate/sets/bedroom-recordings-vol-3-the/"&gt;soundcloud&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/17698641514</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/17698641514</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 23:54:33 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>“Wave of Beatbox (Tropical Paradise Mix)”
I recorded...</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_15737587611" src="http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/15737587611/audio_player_iframe/stevelabate/tumblr_lxpfogXEaf1qzwbu3?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fstevelabate%2F15737587611%2Ftumblr_lxpfogXEaf1qzwbu3" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Wave of Beatbox (Tropical Paradise Mix)”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I recorded this take on the Pixies’ “Wave of Mutilation” around 6 a.m. in March 2011, on the back porch of a beach house in Charleston, S.C. in the choppy wake of my friend Jeff’s bachelor party. Features myself on guitar &amp; vocals, the super-fly beatbox stylin’ of crunk duo Needers &amp; Compton (aka Danny Needers and Matty “You Know I Like Chicken” Confer) and some really enthusiastic birds.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/15737587611</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/15737587611</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 16:29:04 -0500</pubDate><category>pixies</category><category>beatbox</category></item><item><title>Satchel Paige's "Rules for Staying Young"</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxmdbywhtg1qzvm9x.png"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Avoid fried meats which angry up the blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. If your stomach disputes you, lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;3. Keep the juices flowing by jangling around gently as you move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;4. Go very light on the vices, such an carrying on in society—the social ramble ain’t restful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;5. Avoid running at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;6. Don’t look back—something might be gaining on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Originally published in the June 13, 1953 issue of &lt;em&gt;Collier&amp;#8217;s&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/15660501218</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/15660501218</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 00:50:35 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>My ’50s obsession continues with this Ritchie Valens...</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_15559500819" src="http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/15559500819/audio_player_iframe/stevelabate/tumblr_lxiujtEesO1qzwbu3?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fstevelabate%2F15559500819%2Ftumblr_lxiujtEesO1qzwbu3" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;My ’50s obsession continues with this Ritchie Valens cover. He wrote this song for his girlfriend, Donna, when he was 16. A little more than a year later, he died in a plane crash with Buddy Holly and the Big Bopper.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/15559500819</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/15559500819</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 03:07:05 -0500</pubDate><category>Ritchie Valens</category><category>Donna</category><category>1950s</category></item><item><title>A CHRISTMAS SONG STORY
Just turned this narrative I wrote into a...</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_14723780629" src="http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/14723780629/audio_player_iframe/stevelabate/tumblr_lwpstzcsVr1qzwbu3?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fstevelabate%2F14723780629%2Ftumblr_lwpstzcsVr1qzwbu3" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;A CHRISTMAS SONG STORY&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just turned this narrative I wrote into a radio play. An idyllic Christmas gives way to its depraved antithesis before I wind up in a seedy Atlanta bar, sipping sangria and talking holiday tunes with the Ghost of Christmas Past. Featuring the impeccable voice acting of myself and Neal Holman, and created for myoo.com.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/14723780629</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/14723780629</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2011 10:39:35 -0500</pubDate><category>Christmas</category><category>Christmas Music</category><category>Holidays</category><category>Sangria</category><category>Sister Louisa</category></item><item><title>Heard this Townes Van Zandt song for the first time about an...</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_12600738592" src="http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/12600738592/audio_player_iframe/stevelabate/tumblr_lugchveZ3q1qzwbu3?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fstevelabate%2F12600738592%2Ftumblr_lugchveZ3q1qzwbu3" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heard this Townes Van Zandt song for the first time about an hour ago, and it hit me like nothing has in while. Here’s my own take on it…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Steve LaBate - “Rake”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/12600738592</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/12600738592</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 11:01:07 -0500</pubDate><category>townes van zandt</category><category>be here to love me</category><category>heartworn highways</category></item><item><title>"Rake" - Townes Van Zandt</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I used to wake and run with the moon&lt;br/&gt; I lived like a rake and a young man&lt;br/&gt; I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds&lt;br/&gt; my laughter the devil would frighten&lt;br/&gt; The sun she would come and beat me back down&lt;br/&gt; but every cruel day had its nightfall&lt;br/&gt; I&amp;#8217;d welcome the stars with wine and guitars&lt;br/&gt; full of fire and forgetful&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; My body was sharp the dark air clean&lt;br/&gt; and outrage my joyful companion&lt;br/&gt; whisperin&amp;#8217; women how sweet did they seem&lt;br/&gt; kneelin&amp;#8217; for me to command them&lt;br/&gt; And time was like water but I was the sea&lt;br/&gt; I wouldn&amp;#8217;t have noticed it passin&amp;#8217;&lt;br/&gt; except for the turnin&amp;#8217; of night into day&lt;br/&gt; and the turnin&amp;#8217; of day into cursin&amp;#8217;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; You look at me now, and don&amp;#8217;t think I don&amp;#8217;t know&lt;br/&gt; what all your eyes are a sayin&amp;#8217;&lt;br/&gt; Does he want us to believe these ravings and lies&lt;br/&gt; they&amp;#8217;re just tricks that his brains been a playin&amp;#8217;?&lt;br/&gt; A lover of women he can&amp;#8217;t hardly stand&lt;br/&gt; he trembles he&amp;#8217;s bent and he&amp;#8217;s broken&lt;br/&gt; I&amp;#8217;ve fallen it&amp;#8217;s true but I say unto you&lt;br/&gt; hold your tongues until after I&amp;#8217;ve spoken&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; I was takin&amp;#8217; my pride in the pleasures I&amp;#8217;d known&lt;br/&gt; I laughed and thought I&amp;#8217;d be forgiven&lt;br/&gt; but my laughter turned &amp;#8216;round eyes blazing and said&lt;br/&gt;my friend, we&amp;#8217;re holdin&amp;#8217; a wedding&lt;br/&gt; I buried my face but it spoke once again&lt;br/&gt; the night to the day we&amp;#8217;re a bindin&amp;#8217;&lt;br/&gt; and now the dark air is like fire on my skin&lt;br/&gt; and even the moonlight is blinding&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/12599489143</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/12599489143</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 10:05:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I&amp;#8217;m the candle at both ends Evaporating wax in a room of friends Blazing on through endless...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m the candle at both ends&lt;br/&gt; Evaporating wax in a room of friends&lt;br/&gt; Blazing on through endless night&lt;br/&gt; Burning out, a flash of light&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/12033107853</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/12033107853</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2011 10:56:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>&amp;#8220;Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Like a bird on the wire&lt;br/&gt; Like a drunk in a midnight choir&lt;br/&gt; I have tried in my way to be free &amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Like a baby, stillborn &lt;br/&gt; Like a beast with his horn&lt;br/&gt; I have torn everyone who reached out for me&lt;br/&gt; But I swear by this song&lt;br/&gt; And by all that I have done wrong&lt;br/&gt; I will make it all up to thee&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - Leonard Cohen, &amp;#8220;Bird on the Wire&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/11388296553</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/11388296553</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 02:35:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I met her as the sun was coming up behind a shotgun shack in Taco Town The party was winding down...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I met her as the sun was coming up&lt;br/&gt; behind a shotgun shack in Taco Town&lt;br/&gt; The party was winding down&lt;br/&gt; She&amp;#8217;d been up all night playing strip poker&lt;br/&gt; She smelled like soft sex and hard liquor&lt;br/&gt; Eyes bloodshot, she was hot&lt;br/&gt; smokin&amp;#8217; like a cigarette&lt;br/&gt; I wasn&amp;#8217;t ready yet&lt;br/&gt; But it was now or never&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/11261274592</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/11261274592</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2011 00:06:33 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WCKKSeNWkJQ?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/10442997582</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/10442997582</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2011 11:08:39 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>So many in lovethe lot of us a supercluster of misfiring neurons a never ending daisy chain of...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So many in love&lt;br/&gt;the lot of us a supercluster&lt;br/&gt; of misfiring neurons&lt;br/&gt; a never ending daisy chain&lt;br/&gt; of misdirected emotion&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; He loves her&lt;br/&gt; who loves him&lt;br/&gt; who loves her &lt;br/&gt; who loves him &lt;br/&gt; who loves him &lt;br/&gt; who loves her&lt;br/&gt; as if circumference&lt;br/&gt; divided by diameter&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; We, whipped forward&lt;br/&gt; by the unfolding infinitesimal&lt;br/&gt; chasing oblivion&lt;br/&gt; wanton&lt;br/&gt; with arms grasping &lt;br/&gt; legs spread &lt;br/&gt; cocks thrusting&lt;br/&gt; our souls awash in a ceaseless&lt;br/&gt; tide of fantasy&lt;br/&gt; and reality &lt;br/&gt; love and like &lt;br/&gt; lust and indifference&lt;br/&gt; sex and rejection&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Certainty masquerades as confusion&lt;br/&gt; reflecting in reverse&lt;br/&gt; on the shimmering&lt;br/&gt; saline-flooded irises of the enamored&lt;br/&gt;Pheromones dangling in air&lt;br/&gt; like the fine mist of the hurricane&amp;#8217;s eye&lt;br/&gt; like microscopic magic 8 balls&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Signs point to yes&lt;br/&gt; Reply hazy, try again&lt;br/&gt; My sources say no&lt;br/&gt; And down the whirlpool we go&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/10436190145</link><guid>http://stevelabate.tumblr.com/post/10436190145</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2011 03:05:00 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
