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Apr
7
2008

This Summer: Bagels and Schmear

posted by Carlye at 9:54 am.

My first story for Smile Politely:

Posted to Culture by Carlye Wisel
Monday, April 7, 2008 10:30 AM

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When Drew’s Pizza, the take-out restaurant on Green Street between Sixth and Wright streets known for their $5 pies that tasted like cardboard closed, their darkened storefront became the third on the block, until now. Offering bagels, sandwiches, spreads, and treats, Howbowda Bagel will open in summer 2008, and if they serve matzo ball soup, I will have no reason to travel back to the Chicago suburbs ever again.

Seriously though, building a bagel restaurant across the street from Green Street Towers? Someone’s got their shit together and knows the demographics of my apartment building.

Apr
3
2008

I Can Haz Column!

posted by Carlye at 9:21 am.

Somehow, I tricked Buzz editor Stephanie and managing editor Evangeline into giving me a column in the Buzz, and during a weak moment, they caved. The first one appeared in today’s issue, so make sure to pick it up to see the awkward photo of me that ran alongside it. Or, you can read it below:

Awkward City, Population 1

What, You Though You Could Get Rid of Me?

Apr. 03, 2008 - by Carlye Wisel – Buzz writer

Hello! My name is Carlye. “Welcome to the Awkward City, Population 1,” the print supplement to my eponymous blog on The217.

Instead introducing myself to you through a descriptive chain of phrases that would most likely include the words “sarcastic,” “obnoxious,” “former music editor” and “always hungry,” I turned the tables and polled some of my most truthful compadres in order to provide you with a more objective outlook. Here’s what they said:

“To know you is to be unjustifiably belittled by you.”

“Your thumbs are fucking weird … it’s like the nails are too small for the finger.”

“The human incarnation of banana breath if banana breath had bad taste in music.”

“You’re a hipster music elitist. You’re also kind of a tramp.”

I clearly surround myself with sweethearts.

I also have no idea what I’m going to write in this space. Will I complain about how The Bread Company wouldn’t serve me a sandwich, even though it’s on their newly printed dinner menu? Unjustifiably belittle every girl on campus for dressing like sweatpants-clad robots? Maybe. Probably, actually, since I just did. But there are two things on this week’s agenda, both of which are dope:

1. Meth Ads. I know, I griped about these in last week’s buzz, but then I saw another. And another. And another. And now, they’re unsettling for a different reason. These same buses, smeared with advertisements about how easily corruptible and irresponsible their target young adult audience can be, drive past us on the Quad and transport us to campus buildings on days when we’re trying to bust our asses to get notes down, do well on midterms and be as responsible and mature as we possibly can. It’s pathetically ironic that a vehicle I take in order to be on time for my ARTH 446 lecture carries a message specifically marketed to me, a student, about how I’m so careless that I could easily lose my virginity in a condemned bathroom because of a drug.

2. This week’s concerts. There’s a big hip-hop show at Canopy, the Local Music Awards and a multi-band charity show at Memphis on Main tonight, Straylight Run (opening for The Used) on Sunday, Cursive on Monday, Bon Iver on Wednesday, and Caribou with Fuck Buttons on Thursday. Sheesh. If you are a teacher of mine and are reading this, please, PLEASE drop this week’s quiz grades.

If you know how to pronounce Bon Iver’s name, please contact Carlye at awkcity@gmail.com

Mar
31
2008

CD Review: The Dodos’ Visiter

posted by Carlye at 10:55 pm.

My review of The Dodos’ Visiter for JamBase.com:

Within the first four seconds of Visiter (released March 18 on French Kiss), it’s apparent that The Dodos aren’t your run-of-the-mill singer-songwriters, pop-rockers or even rock-folk-pop-singer-songwriters. The duo has a distinct sound that’s almost impossible to be label.

Most of the 14 tracks flow seamlessly together in a pattern similar to an orchestral suite. Marked by slightly sullen, quietly sung lyrics paired with quick, repetitive drumbeats that mirror a metronome - the beginning of almost every song on Visiter is the same. While some stay like this and continue building tension until their respective conclusions, others, most notably “Joe’s Waltz,” loudly climax with harsher drumming, background howls and a significant increase in both energy and intensity.

Whether it’s the pedestrian near-ballads “Park Song” and “Undeclared” or long, detailed poppier pieces like “Jodi” and “God?” that last over six minutes, it’s nearly impossible not to tap a foot to the mix of driving beats and steady guitar strums. I became a MySpace Dodos junkie before I got my hands on this full-length, and was initially disappointed at how much “Fools” and the aforementioned “Jodi,” both tracks featured on their page, stood out on the album as more developed and catchier than their counterparts. But, Visiter is an album to be lived in, where new lines and phrases constantly become stuck in your head when you least expect them. Over time standout tracks level out with the less immediately grabbing ones, and if there’s one thing The Dodos are it’s multi-layered. And maybe even rock-folk-pop-singer-songwriters, too.

…….

It appears their MySpace account has been deleted. Not sure why, but MySpace.com/mericlong, where I used to sit and listen to their tiny selection of songs over and over, is no longer there. Weird.

Mar
14
2008

The Scheer Truth

posted by Carlye at 1:27 pm.

Just spent an hour on the phone with this guy.

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[Photo Courtesy of MTV.com]

Nothing beats talking about “Lost” with a VH1-certified pop culture expert.

Feb
25
2008

Wilco Review — Words

posted by Carlye at 2:33 pm.

Check it out on JamBase or read it below:

Wilco :: 02.16.08 :: Riviera Theatre :: Chicago, IL
Words by: Carlye Wisel | Images by: Donald Rasmussen

If there’s one thing Wilco fans have, it’s dedication.

Lined up for blocks hours before the show, patrons braved Chicago’s icy cold, wind-whipped winter, and later refused to leave at the end of the night without hearing at least one more song. Standing and waiting for Wilco from beginning to end paid off as the band’s five-night residency at the Riviera Theatre perfectly explained why tickets sold out immediately and were being resold for hundreds of dollars. Tweedy and the boys know how to return the favor.

With a goal of playing “the complete Wilco,” i.e. every song off their studio albums, during these dates, Saturday’s show featured a special guest appearance, an unexpected encore, heaps of favorites and 32 songs focused primarily on A.M. and Being There.

Jeff Tweedy, dressed in jeans and a denim jacket opened with “Someone Else’s Song” from Being There, delivering a performance that instantly proved why he’s the type of musician who is best heard in a live setting. They gave the Riviera, a large, expansive, multi-tiered venue, the same atmosphere as a tiny club, which is perhaps the key to Wilco’s charm, which possesses a deep resonance within zealous fans.

“Hell Is Chrome” had an unforced, wailing guitar solo, “Handshake Drugs” featured a seamless meld of frenzied outer space instrumentals, and guitarist Nels Cline single-handedly revived the crowd on “Muzzle of Bees.” “Via Chicago” garnered more yelps later in the song than earlier, possibly due to the extremely noisy instrumental break paired with blindingly bright lights, which was an all-around painful experience until they effortlessly and impressively flowed right back into the song’s more conventional parts.

With the audience energized throughout terrific renditions of crowd pleasers like “I Am Trying To Break Your Heart” and “Shot in the Arm,” the clapping was almost deafening after A.M.’s “It’s Just That Simple,” which featured bassist John Stirratt on vocals.

Tweedy played mind games with the crowd before “Too Far Apart,” asking, “How many people here hate to raise their hand? Aw, you guys are too smart.” He stretched out his voice at the end in an attempt to hit high notes, which he met with decent success. “We’ll probably play a few more songs and then we’ll probably take an intermission, like The Dead,” mused Tweedy before playing “Hate It Here” from the group’s most recent release, Sky Blue Sky.

When Wilco’s frontman says he’d like to bring out a friend, you know it’s going to be good. Violin virtuoso and fellow Chicagoan Andrew Bird lent a fittingly beautiful hand on “Jesus, Etc.,” “Forget The Flowers,” “Dash 7″ and “Christ for President.” Bird was difficult to hear, but dynamic when audible.

Rounding out the first set with “Walken,” featuring puzzlingly large guitar theatrics by Pat Sansone, and “I’m The Man Who Loves You” with a solo by Tweedy instead of Cline’s usual spastic one, the crowd was given a set break and a chance to go to the bathroom. “Not all at once, though,” joked Tweedy before the final song. “That would be gross.”

They returned to the stage quickly with “The Late Greats,” followed by “Heavy Metal Drummer,” which was met by immediate shrieks after its notable two-second intro. Andrew Bird re-emerged to whistle alongside Tweedy on “Red-Eyed And Blue,” the first of the set’s five songs off of 1996’s Being There. The second set felt significantly more like a rock show when juxtaposed against the country-inflected tunes of the first half. That rock feeling was further defined with “I Got You (at the End of the Century),” “A Magazine Called Sunset,” “Casino Queen” and “Monday,” which had another metallic mix of pounding drums, clanging cymbals and crazed guitars.

For as much energy as the audience had the entire night, they somehow stepped it up to shout responses to Tweedy’s repetitive, “How can I?” on “Kingpin.” He coaxed more intensity out of them by teasing that the Friday crowd could have done it better.

“This is so much better than rehearsing for free,” laughed Tweedy, before inviting Andrew Bird to join them on “Passenger Side” and “Dreamer in my Dreams,” which featured keyboardist Mikael Jorgensen’s first notable solo of the evening.

Though “The Lonely 1″ was preceded by a farewell greeting, the fans weren’t ready for the show to end. Even after the house lights had come up and crew members shuffled onstage to start unplugging cords, roars from the audience for an encore continued to grow until it became evident that no one was leaving until Wilco came back.

Returning with a blunt “OK,” Tweedy and the boys, as usual, gave the crowd what they wanted. Closing the night out with “ELT” and “Hoodoo Voodoo,” Wilco showed that they were listening to every word the fans had to say.

02.16.08 :: Riviera Theatre :: Chicago, IL
Someone Else’s Song, Hell Is Chrome, Handshake Drugs, Muzzle Of Bees, Via Chicago, I Am Trying To Break Your Heart, Hotel Arizona, A Shot In The Arm, Impossible Germany, It’s Just That Simple, When You Wake Up Feeling Old, Too Far Apart, Hate It Here, Jesus, Etc.#, Forget The Flowers#, Dash 7#, 17. Christ For President#, Walken, I’m The Man Who Loves You
E1: The Late Greats, Heavy Metal Drummer, Red-Eyed And Blue, I Got You (At The End Of The Century), A Magazine Called Sunset, Monday, Casino Queen, Kingpin, Passenger Side#, Dreamer In My Dreams#, The Lonely 1#
E2: ELT, Hoodoo Voodoo
# w/ Andrew Bird

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[Published on: 2/23/08]

The review is available HERE. You can read all the superfan comments there, too.

Feb
25
2008

Wilco Review — Photos.

posted by Carlye at 2:33 pm.

All photos by Donald Rasmussen.

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Feb
25
2008

CD Review — Hot Hot Heat

posted by Carlye at 10:18 am.

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I wrote a review of Hot Hot Heat’s Happiness LTD. for JamBase.com. Check it out HERE, or below:


Hot Hot Heat: Happiness LTD.

By: Carlye Wisel

While 2002’s Make Up The Breakdown established Hot Hot Heat’s sound as the musical lovechild of The Killers and Wham! and 2005’s Elevator tipped the balance to be a bit more Flowers and a little less Michael, Happiness LTD. (Reprise/WEA) is a disappointing departure from both.

Drifting from the cheerily upbeat, peppy pop of their previous releases, the Canadian quartet’s tunes no longer encourage you to awkwardly shake your shoulders to near-embarrassingly fun songs like “Bandages” and “Talk To Me, Dance With Me.” Now, the album’s eleven mindlessly repetitive, immaturely written tracks seem to exude that the band’s sole purpose is to be remixed, repackaged and replayed through the speakers at Abercrombie & Fitch. And while there’s an abundance of poorly written songs by pop-rock genre hyphenated, boringly dressed bands whose emotionless expressions stare at you from the covers of magazines lining checkout counters, Hot Hot Heat never belonged among those ranks until now.

Unequivocally less exciting and uplifting than their past material, Happiness LTD. becomes more and more predictable as the songs progress. “Harmonicas and Tambourines” is standard enough to be written by a snooze-worthy college band, “Good Day To Die” is pathetically self-deprecating, and “So, So Cold” is as lame as the title lends itself to believe. The title track is just plain noisy, with Steve Bays (vocals, keyboards) shouting, “It’s over now” over and over again. It becomes easy to hope he’s telling the truth with said phrase, as the entire album seems to follow the same pattern: a decent verse followed by an obnoxiously unvaried chorus that will drive you crazy by the time three or four boringly torturous minutes have passed.

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