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I write mostly short stories these days, but I was writing on the internet alongside the dinosaurs.
I also wrote the book You Are Among Friends: Advice for the Little Sisters I Never Had, which is a self-explanatory title.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
It is fitting that Elsinore’s upcoming EP would be titled after their latest magnetic single, “Chemicals.” After building up a name and following, the Midwestern band spent the last few years trying to shed their stubborn “folk/Americana” label, and The Chemicals EP is their strongest case yet for destroying all labels completely. “Chemicals” itself is either a rock song disguised as a love song, or vice versa. The song sparks with its own colorful energy, featuring an irresistible, soaring hook. It is clean and catchy, but hardly simple—after the bridge, it spirals into more sinister territory, feedback and electric buzzes echoing. So it is difficult enough to categorize the five tracks themselves (and why would you want to?)—they move seamlessly through shades of rock ‘n’ roll, shoegazey pop, and space rock. But it’s not hard to understand how or why Elsinore struggled to lose the folk clothes; their songs are full of heart, both emotionally and—especially on the new EP—literally.

The startling thing about The Jips is that they’re kids. Alright? Let me just say it up front. They are teenagers. They’re in high school. Think about what you were up to in high school. Personally, I was making feminist zines and getting pretty heavy into Buddy Holly and online flirting, so I was awesome, but even from way up on my pedestal I could see that most people in high school are not awesome. Yet. Yet, is what I’m saying.
But here come The Jips out of nowhere. Out of Farmer City, at that, a place with a name like a parody. They’re in high school. They’re making rock and roll music. And they’re doing it really, really well. They aren’t waiting around to shed their skin and be awesome eventually. They’re too busy being it, like, now.
Upon the premiere of last year’s indie film sensation Juno, Kimya Dawson said, “I am excited for when the soundtrack comes out. But […] it’s all really scary for me. Some of those songs were recorded in my bed in Bedford Hills, under the covers, on the 4-track. And when people were coming up to me telling me I did a great job, it felt weird because I didn’t do a job. I wrote a bunch of crap when my heart was hurting.”
Anti-folk pioneer and cult favorite Kimya Dawson was launched into sudden stardom last year with the release of the Juno soundtrack, on which her music was heavily featured. Dawson, who performed as one-half of The Moldy Peaches until 2004, began a solo career when the band went on hiatus, recording a series of heartfelt lo-fi albums, the latest titled Remember That I Love You – a phrase that could also serve as a mantra for Dawson’s music.
In 2005, John Hoeffleur made the following soon-to-be-understatement: “I must confess I personally have a bad feeling about it.” Hoeffleur, the frontman for local group The Beauty Shop, was speaking (on the local music forum OpeningBands) of the WPGU/buzz Local Music Awards, then in its first year. The Beauty Shop took home the award for “Best Roots/Americana Band” that year, but this year, they have turned down a nomination. “In the past the price of my acquiescence has been a couple free drinks,” says Hoeffleur of his current nomination refusal. “This year, my costs have gone up.”
I wanted to review Jane Boxall. I really did.
I trudged to Aroma Café last week with all the best intentions: I would write up the show with Lynn O’Brien that she was playing at the café that night. However, as soon as Boxall took her place behind her instrument of choice — the marimba — and picked up her mallets, I found myself quite unable to describe exactly what was happening. My stilted review (“The noises Jane makes on the big marimba are very nice”) would not have done her justice.
Boxall is a diminutive performer who harnesses the sound of the 500-pound marimba like a lion tamer, and in her spare time, she drums for — of all local groups — aggro-metal band Tritone. (She’s also the former drummer for prog rock ex-outfit Triple Whip.) At Aroma, the longer I watched her intriguing performance, the more I gave up on finding my own words, and the more I wondered what led her to choose the marimba, choose a metal band, choose central Illinois as the stage for her career.
“Suddenly, I was casting rappers and teaching them to act, instead of casting actors and teaching them to rap,” says director Aaron Polk on casting local hip-hop artist Krukid in “The Bomb-itty of Errors,” an award-winning “ad-rap-tation” of the Shakespeare classic “The Comedy of Errors.” He adds, “I’m certainly more qualified to teach rappers to act.”