with Jack’s Mannequin and Motion City Soundtrack
UCI Bren Events Center

Angel Stadium

with Slayer & Megadeath
Long Beach Arena

The Wiltern

with Saosin, Innerpartysystem, P.O.S., and Eye Alaska
House of Blues – Anaheim

A Rodney on the Roq presents…
with Calexico
The Wiltern

The Music Box at Fonda

with AFI, Rise Against, Alice in Chains, Thirty Seconds to Mars, Three Days Grace, Anberlin, Dead By Sunrise
Gibson Amphitheatre

Gibson Amphitheatre

Useless Keys
Spaceland

The Palace Theatre, Downtown LA

Harmful if Swallowed, Pulley, Dead Lazlos Place, The Sheds
Club Blue

“Sang Tinig- a celebration of unity is a choral festival that will be held in St . John Bosco Parish in Pasay Road, Makati City.

The choral festival will feature the following choirs:  Alay Himig Chorale, Neo Nocturne, 25th Harmony, St. John Bosco Chorale and Bukas Palad Online Community Choir.

‘SANG TINIG – St . John Bosco Makati Choral Festival 2009 will be held on Friday, November 27, 2009 at 7pm.  Ticket prices is at P100.00 and P50.00.

13 Dec 2009.  How special this evening will be to all of us!?!??!

I have been singing in the Choir for many years and as always, I look forward for each performance.

This 45^th Anniversary concert will be as unique and interesting.

Not only we have a well-known guest conductor all the way from Lithuania, there is also a fabulous Jazz ensemble.

Vytautas Miškinis ! A name I have known for some time but never dream that one day, I will get to meet him and even sing under his baton.

It’s just a week away that we will meet him in person … the excitement is piling!

The preparation for this concert has been challenging because we have to sing in languages that we do not know.

Getting the words right is one thing but getting the audiences (who mostly do not know these languages as well) to understand each one of them through our singing is even harder.

But I am confident that we will deliver. (YES, WE CAN!)

Happy singing !

Peiling =)

And that is an understatement.

Sometimes one wonders.

One looks around at the talentless eejits who carve out a glittering career in music, selling out huge stadia and concert venues, to be blindly (and deafly) followed by millions of fans. (can’t deny I’m thinking U2 here)

Then there’s the Trashcan Sinatras

Last night amidst the rain and howling gales, along with about 60 other folk I went along toBar Brel in Ashton Lane Glasgow to witness their unplugged show.

The Trashcans in action last night.

The band has been together for 23 years and despite widespread critical acclaim and well supported tours they retain that homespun ethic. I wondered as I watched three guys on acoustic guitars, one on a keyboard and one with brushes and percussion if there was something almost Calvinist about their approach.

This band could have undoubtedly sold out a larger venue in Glasgow and played their full set after all. For example they had played Oran Mor recently.

However they are it seems destined to play venues like the Tait Hall in Kelso rather than the Carnegie Hall in New York.

Eddi Reader was in the audience.This is perhaps not surprising as her brother Frank Reader is the band’s front man and her husband John Douglas is also in the band.

Eddi joined them on stage for a number and I caught it on my digicam.

(Another clip to follow later)

There were memory sticks available with a recording of the gig ten minutes after the finale.

Anyone who wants one, or a similar stick containing any of the other gigs from their tour, should go to the Trashcan Sinatras website.

Ok. That is kinda of an exaggeration of how my brain has been like for the past few days – a flurry of Russian/Lithuanian/Latvian syllables trying to find its place in the phrase. Don’t be mistaken.. I’m not complaining. In fact, I’m sooooooooo excited about our upcoming concert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Though this eggcitement could have contributed to the above confusion.. hmmm.. anyways…(do not perpetuate the stereotype do not perpetuate the stereotype. The rest of this entry will be intelligent, I promise).

As I was saying, I am excited about our concert because…..

We hardly get to work with instruments. Singing with instruments present a whole new challenge, but we shall not go there today.

The instrument parts in the Light mass are not just accompaniments as with many other voice+instrument type music. Each instrument’s part make up an important component of the music, for which the piece would not work as well without either instruments or choir.

We learn about music (and indirectly also about other cultures) that we normally would have limited access to.

We get to work with Miskinis. THE Miskinis whose name we see all over our “Cantate Domino” and “Time is Endless” scores. The man who has written close to 700 compositions; the man, who, with a wave of his magic hands (and many countless hours of hard work of course) led many choirs to success; the man who has taught invaluable knowledge to his students. It’s a rare opportunity for us on this sunny island to learn from him.

Similarly, having the chance to work with the musicians mentioned in the first point is a privilege too.

We get to travel to a far away place in singing this music and be someone else for a while.

And last but not least, being able to enjoy and perform these wonderful music with people who understand to people who will hopefully understand what we do.

Like many of my friends in SYC, I grew up amongst the midst of SYFs, Colours Awards and the like; and amongst peers who joined Band or Track & Field or ~insert any gold obtaining CCA~ because “it will get me more cca points”/”I can use it to get DSA in case I screw up in my O/A levels”/”its good in my testimonials”.

I like being in SYC because gives us the opportunity to focus on and explore things that matter – the music, the (musical) relationships, ensemble skills, voice etc.  Sure, we fumble along the way, but it gives us a sense of satisfaction and enables us to understand things beyond drilling ourselves silly to get that platinum award at competition X.

Taking that we do out rehearsal, we can find parallels in “real life” in the form of team work, interpersonal relationships, independence and synergy and so on.(Note: Actually I’m not sure what real exactly means. School and Work is quite a strange concept.)

And of course, its great to have other people understand why you want and need to spend n hours trying to learn many foreign words to sing a 2-minute song.

Just yesterday, I was chatting on MSN with Daton, who was our LO went we went to Bandung, Indonesia in 2007.

Our conversation went like

Daton: ha! I saw your facebook status. Seems like you are happy every Wednesday.
haT: HAHA! Yeah!!!!
Daton: I understand. I also feel like that when I practise with my band, even though that means I have to reach home at 1am!!!
haT: yeah! That’s good, because most people don’t understand. They think that you will not do work, or not study just because you want to sing or paint.
Daton: Yeah! My parents are like that too!! They complain about spending too much time on my band.
haT:It’s the same as someone who watches TV all day, right? Just that we choose to do something else?

………….etc

Yeah, anyways…the above conversation is linked to my next point.

I’m also excited about this concert because, to kinda put it in what Jen said in our webcast, it is amazing to meet and work with someone who has a totally different worldview from what was described in the above conversation – someone whose culture is so ingrained in the arts and in choral music in particular; someone who understands why we absolutely must spend n² hours in song every week.

This concert is also kinda like a milestone (for the lack of a better word) for me and a few others in the choir. I decided to join SYC after watching the 40^th Anniversary concert. And maybe, with this 45^th anniversary concert, someone would also be inspired to join us and to understand what we’ve come to believe in.

Oh yes, and about those Russian/Lithuanian/Latvian syllables trying to find its place in the phrase? It will be fixed with lots of sleep and lots of practise. It will be a gooooood concert. Please come!!!

- haT

SYC 45th Anniversary Concert - SYC and Friends - 13 Dec 2009 730pm - Esplanade Concert Hall

Speaking of Bohemian Rhapsody – P!nk rocks the shit out of the song completely!  This photo was taken at Madison Square Gardens in New York on October 5.

George Michael will perform two Australian concerts in February, and the first will be in Perth.                                                          

Rumours had been rife that the Too Funky star was headed down under, and today his Australian trip has been confirmed.

Heading to Australia for the first time since 1988, the Wham! star and solo pop vocalist will perform at Member’s Equity Stadium on February 20.  He will then perform in Sydney at Sydney Football Stadium on February 26.

He will perform tracks from the early days, Wham! and his latest material.

Promoter Paul Dainty said it was thrilling to bring Michael back to the country following his Faith tour in the 80s.

“He is a consummate performer and will deliver a stunning show to his fans who have waited 22 years to see him perform in Australia,” Dainty said.

Michael has performed for more than 2 million fans on this 25 Live arena tour so far. More than 350,000 people flocked to his London performances alone.

Michael has sold more than 100 million pop albums, had six American number one singles and won plenty of awards for tunes including Faith, Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go, Careless Whisper, One More Try, Freedom, Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me and Too Funky.

Tickets will go on sale through TicketMaster on December 8.

Source  :  www.watoday.com.au

I will be going to attend the Singapore Mosaic Music Festival and will be watching Chick Corea, Stanley Clarke and Lenny White in concert.

Not like I am a big fan of Chick’s Electric Fusion jazz stuff but I watched him a fair bit due to his performances in Legends of Jazz. The main reason I first heard of him was due to Roy Haynes who is very well-known for playing and “main-streaming” the flat ride cymbal.

Roy was one of the first drummers to use a flat ride which can be heard on Chick Corea’s album “Now He Sings, Now He Sobs” made in 1968. He used a Paiste 602 Flat Ride in those days but has been using Zildjians these days. He replaced his Paiste Flat with a Zildjian K Custom 20″ Flat Top Ride (Video clips below). Incidentally, that K Custom 20″ Flat Top Ride is one of my favourite rides and gets a lot of time on my jazz kit configuration.

Lenny is, of course, a legend by himself in Jazz-Funk/Rock and I really hope he will be using a Flat Ride as one of his rides in the upcoming Mosaic Music Festival Concert.

This concert will be a real treat for me. Thanks Bu.

Below: Roy pioneering on the Paiste 602 Flat Ride – Chick Corea: Now He Sings Now He Sobs.

Below: Roy using a Zildjian K Custom Flat Top Ride with Chick Corea.

San Diego favorites The Transit War (Brad Bohensky, Mike Frey, Jim Hughes, Jaime Solis) used to be a marquee staple around town, vigorously touring for two solid years while claiming a place in the local indie-rock scene. After two full-length records (Ah Discordia!, Miss Your Face) a record label, and much more attention than they anticipated, the boys retreated, stepping back from the spotlight just as quickly as they had demanded it. But you probably know all this. You’ve been waiting patiently since their last show over two years ago for them to emerge from where they’ve been hiding (ahem, Delaware), balls out and ready to rock (again). Well, here it is, folks. Drummer Brad Bohensky sat down with CityBeat to explain where the hell they’ve been, and what you may have missed the first time around. (photo above by Gabe Vega)

At the end of each chapter in my 4^th grade Social Studies book, there would be a quick review section that included an outline of the major points likely to be on the test, key terms and definitions, and sources for supplemental reading. I just read the “Transit War Takes a Long Ass Break” chapter. First, please outline a few major points in Transit War history that lead up to the hiatus.

[Laughs.] OK. Starvation, homesickness, just exhaustion. More or less it was really us just touring so much. We didn’t know what was happening with the band. The way Transit War started and ended was just so odd because there was no definitive point like hey, let’s start a band—that never happened with us. We just started playing.  It wasn’t like let’s get four guys. There was no ad on Craigslist, it just started happening. When Jaime and I jumped in it just kind of happened. I never really thought about it until now, but it’s kind of the way it ended, too. It was just the wear of the road. We toured a lot more than—well, I guess I can’t say a lot more than most bands our size, but we toured really, really hard. Not having a real plan going into it, and all of us being mid-twenties and just kind of saying fuck life—we didn’t really think about it, we just did it. I think that led to a lot of the problems that we stated having. It’s hard. Any other band our size will tell you. You go out, you make the money you can, eat when you can, sleep when you can. You drink all the time. I would say if you had to pinpoint anything it was close quarters really quickly, but there was no breaking point. It just happened. When we played our last show two years ago we didn’t realize it was our last show when we were playing. Just put it that way. 

Now, provide one key term and definition that describes the band as we last left it.

Maybe “insecure” would be a good word because we were this band that—like I just told you all the struggles we were having, but at the same time we were reading bigass magazines that we always looked up to and they were praising us. That was kind of weird because we always viewed ourselves as being a dinky local band that said fuck it let’s get out on tour, and then we started growing. So insecurity, I say more than anything, because you see these things getting written around you, and stuff on the internet from different states and countries, album reviews and all that crap, and you’re like fuck—can we handle the pressure and live up to this? In turn, we just kind of stopped playing.

Got it. Fuck the supplemental reading part, that was for the tools in class. So thanks to the Sixth Sense, everyone knows ghosts only hang around because of unfinished business. So if you’re the “Walker told me I have AIDS” kid, what did the ghost of the Transit War whisper to you to convince you to play again?

Oof, man, these are fucking really good questions. I think it was just, “Why are you ignoring something you love?” It really was. I think that rings out for me specifically because Mike and Jim continue to play music, and for me, until we had first Transit War practice getting ready for this show, I hadn’t even set— when I put the drums in the case at the last show, the first time I took them out was at the first Transit War practice. So that’s what really kind of said, “Don’t walk away from something you love,” or “Why are you ignoring it?”

Is picking up the drumsticks again like riding a bike? Or is it like riding a bike when you’re really smashed?

[Laughs.] Definitely, definitely like riding a bike when you’re really smashed. I could still play the same, and surprisingly enough I remembered most of the songs first couple times through, but the thing that’s a bitch is the stamina. We’re talking about it already at practice, and it’s going for all of us because I’ve only seen the other two guys’ bands a couple times, but Transit War was always a really energetic band that played live. When we played live we’d always have a lot of energy. It was never a forced energy at a show—it was just how we played. We would play that way in practice, too. So already in practice all of us are going: two songs. Break. Oh fuck, how are we going to do this? So having the stamina, more than anything. We all kind of looked at each other and said how the fuck are we going to do this? It’s taking so much out of me just to play these songs. But I personally said, and I know Jim agreed with me, let’s just leave everything onstage. I think it would be so much cooler for us to fuckin’ fall down, passed out, literally not being able to play than walk away just like ah, barely sweating, thanks everybody. Who knows what the future of this band is and to walk away,—or to not walk away—to maybe just fall over onstage would be the most important part. And that totally didn’t answer your question. Yes, it’s like playing drums drunkenly. Riding a bike smashed. Yeah.

Whose idea was it to reunite, even if only for this show?

I don’t really know. It just kind of came up, and we did it as a joint effort. We said we should really do this, and we looked at Spell Toronto and said shit, you guys want to do it? I started a thread on Facebook between all the members of Transit War and all the members of Spell Toronto and said you guys want to do this? And we just figured out what time was good. We thought the day before Thanksgiving would be really cool, but Tim [Mays] always has something going on at the Casbah that week. But he offered us the Saturday after, and I kind of threw it out there and surprisingly enough everyone’s like yeah, that works. Then it just started putting itself together. We obviously had to call Jaime in Delaware and say are you going to be able to fly out, and as of about two weeks ago we still weren’t even really sure if he was flying out or not. [Laughs.] So we had him send us his itinerary. But that’s Jaime for you.

Are you just going to blow a conch shell and the Transit War will assemble at the Casbah, or have you guys been in touch?

[Laughs.] Mike, Jim and I have been in touch. We’ve been practicing—the three of us. We’re hoping to blow that conch shell and summon—. Honestly, knowing Jaime the way we do, we’ll probably be at the Casbah waiting for him and we’ll see the plane fly over the Casbah—you know how you see them fly really low? You’ll see Jaime waving out the window like, “Be there in 10 minutes!” That would be true Transit War form. Like ten minutes before we play, where the fuck is Jaime? He hasn’t even set up his gear yet, what the fuck is going on? And he’ll show up with a smile on his face and he’s one of those guys where he could do the worst thing in the world to you and then he does that cheeky little smile that he does, and acts like nothing’s wrong and you’re just like ahh, I love this guy, how could I ever be mad at him. So he’s scheduled to come in the night before, but knowing him I wouldn’t be surprised if he goes ohh, dude, some fuckin’ completely ridiculous excuse, but don’t worry man I’ll be there two hours before the show. That would not be unlikely. [Laughs.] We’d like him earlier though.

Two-word summaries of each of your lives since you fell off the planet. GO.

Jaime—baby, Delaware.

Mike—wife, wow I’m trying to think of something. Wife and Europe. Or wife and traveling.

Jim—art and music. For sure.

And me. [Laughs.] Bull and shit. I don’t know. Two words, [laughs] that’s good. That’s hard.

What’s the quintessential story from back in the day on the road that someday you’ll tell some grandkids, whether they’re yours or not?

OK. We have a really fuckin’ rad Transit War story, but I can’t really tell it because I wasn’t there for it. But it involves Mike Tyson, going to dinner with Mike Tyson, getting him wasted, him passing out in his food, and Jaime challenging him to arm wrestle. But like I said, I don’t know all the details on that, so I can’t tell it. But this one also involves Jaime, and it was Nashville. I think we were on tour with Lostprophets. We went out drinking afterwards, and we were just celebrating, partying, whatever. The bar had pretty much emptied out, and the bartender walks up to me. Apparently I was always like the— either appeared to be the most sober or I looked like the voice of reason of the group.

You?

[Laughs.] Yeah, me. Uh huh. Wait ‘til you meet these guys. So she walks over to me and she says um, that curly haired guy, is that your friend? I’m looking around and am like well I don’t see any curly haired guy. She’s like no the one that was talking to me at the bar the whole time and I was feeding him shots. I was like oh, ok, Jaime, yeah.  Yeah somebody just came out and they said he’s passed out in the bathroom. Fuck, ok, sorry. So I roll in the bathroom, have to push the door open because he’s passed out on the door. He’s passed out, has pissed his pants all over, and we’re like fuck dude, this guy just did this shit again—because he used to wet himself all the time. So we pick him up, and we had to climb like forty stairs to get up to the van—had to climb up this bigass hill/cliff. So we climb these stairs, we’re all like this guy just ruined the night, let’s go, we have a five-hour drive, it’s too late to get a hotel, let’s just fuckin’ hit a truck stop. We’ll pass out for a few hours until the sun comes up, and just finish the drive and then we’ll figure out what to do tomorrow. He’s soaking fucking wet anyway. Alright, cool. So we throw him in the van and we all kind of scatter. We get to a truck stop—hey, this looks good. Kind of start to settle in for the night, and we were pretty used to it. We really loved parking in between trucks because it’d soothe you to sleep and we didn’t necessarily have to tiptoe around or anything like that, but there were no spots so we had to park looking onto the freeway. We were literally probably about 20 yards from the freeway in the Midwest—you know, just flat and you can see everything going on from the street. So we start grabbing our bags and I’m like why are my bags soaking wet? My bag’s wet, too! My wallet’s wet, everything! My jeans are wet! Jaime had pissed again, but twice as much. We had a futon in there; he pissed all over our backpacks, over everything. This guy is passed out. He hasn’t woken up since we tried to get him up from the bathroom. We were so fucking mad at him. We took him out, and we laid him on the side of the freeway. And we remember like man, it’s going to rain or something tonight. We took the futon he was laying on and put it on top of the van so it would dry out.  So we laid him out near the side of the freeway and we put up a stick—like what you see in the cartoons—a stick and a blanket so it was almost like a tent. And we didn’t think much of it and just passed out. Then we get woken up by cops. Jaime was actually the first one woken up because passersby reported seeing a dead body on the side of the freeway. So some cops came out. The truck stop is all surrounded, and we’re all sleeping. It was hot as hell so we had the doors open in the van—we just looked like transients. Fucking renegades on the road. Jaime said he was woken up by a boot right there on his neck and his shoulder. He just heard [in a Southern accent]: Boy! Boy! Wake up, boy! Wake up!  And he was so confused like I don’t know where the fuck I am, just sees these cops over him. And he said he remembers looking at this one cop going: Boy, you need me to take you to WalMart, buy you some Pampers, boy? And he’s like I’m with them, and points to the van. That’s when they came and woke all of us up. We would not talk to him for two days. He just sat there like guys, I’m super sorry. That’s a pretty good story, but there’s tons of stories like that. So that’s how the day ended. I took a shower at the truck stop that day. Seven bucks, I think it was.

I’ve noticed you’ve avoided calling this your “last show ever,” or anything. Is that because there are future plans for the Transit War? Or is this a play-and-see situation?

It’s a little bit of both. Not only that, I think there’s a certain amount of compassion that you expect from people and we were never really that band. When we went through some really obvious shit about six months before we broke up, and it was super obvious. Something that anybody who had been following the band would go and look at and be like what the fuck. We’re the band that said we’re not even going to mention it. Everybody knows, but do we even need to reference this? So we’ve hesitated, I guess for one because everybody else is calling it their last show. I don’t know. I would hate to say that to somebody, and—there’s been a lot of bands saying it’s their last show lately and then they go on to play five more. Which I can understand when you get the bug again, so we’d rather put on a good show and let people assume what they want. We all discussed that. We don’t want to be the ones to say that. 

Orange you glad I didn’t ask about Orange Peal? Too bad, I’m asking now.

Ahh [laughs]. Orange Peal. I feel like we almost convinced Orange Peal to sign us. We went on one of the first hokey tours that we ever did, just fuckin’—we have 10 days booked but let’s make 25 out of it and just tell everybody at home we’ll see you when we see you. That was always the work ethic of Transit War. We rolled out and we played the Bay Area and this guy from a San Francisco record label saw us and gave me a card and was like you guys are cool, man. Alright, cool. So we took off and continued up the coast and then the band that we were out with broke up mid-tour, so all the other shows got cancelled. We’re like fuck, we know these ones got cancelled but we’re still planning on these other ones so we have five days we can kill. We’re up there, so I’m going to call this fuckin’ guy from this record label. I call him, I’m like hey man, we’re going to come crash at your house. He’s like uhh, what? You sure about that? I’m like yeah, man, and convinced him to let us show up there. I don’t think we got to stay there for five days but he let us crash there for a night and that night I played him the “Kerosene” video and our entire record and just kept it on repeat. It wasn’t too long after that they really came after us. But Orange Peal was rad. Obviously it’s a label probably 99.99% of the people who read this will never know, but talk about a label going to bat for a small band. And we always wanted to do what we could for the label, but we got the means to do what we wanted to do. And for about two years there all we wanted to do was be musicians. I think every musician says fuck, man, just give me enough money so I can pay my bills and that’s all I want. That’s all I want, if I could just play music and be able to pay my bills, have that covered. We did that for two years, and that was the coolest thing. They helped us a lot. They had all the faith in the world in us. It was really small—there were only three people at the company. I don’t know if they were scared of us, though. They might have signed us and then continued to give us money and records because they were scared of us. I don’t know, it’s kind of making sense now. [Laughs.] I’m piecing a lot of things together here. They were great guys and some of them have hit us up on Facebook saying they were going to be at the show. I would like for them to see us because they did love the band. I would like for them to almost be proud, you know?

I know Transit War fans Miss Your Face. See what I did there? Hi ho. Where can they find you around town for a beer and a quick hello?

I like that. Well, as recently reviewed in Citybeat’s best places, typically you can find a lot of us at the Tickled Trout keeping our musical aspirations alive over some Sinead O’Connor or some OTown, or anything like that. Jim is always out playing somewhere. He’s got a couple bands, and he’s always out playing somewhere so you can always find him. I kind of dink around and go to SmallBar, Livewire, and stay pretty local. Mike does a lot of the same. He lives in Golden Hill, but he works downtown so a lot of times you can find him out and around there. We’re kind of the divey type, divey bar kind of guys, as you know. Yeah, any places like that. And we like a good brunch. That’s one thing I can say we love in life is a good brunch. So maybe see you at the 94^th Aero Squadron too, over a mountain of champagne glasses.

The Transit War play a sold-out show with Spell Toronto and The Strangers Six at The Casbah on Saturday, Nov. 28. 

Tickets on sale today:

Doveman and Friends – January 12 – Mercury Lounge

Dinosaur Jr. – January 16 – Bowery Ballroom

Dinosaur Jr. – January 17 – Music Hall of Williamsburg

Here We Go Magic – January 29 – Music Hall of Williamsburg

HARD NYC ft. Boys Noize/Major Lazer – April 3 – Terminal 5

On sale Friday at noon:

Titus Adronicus – January 1 – Mercury Lounge

White Rabbits – January 24 – Bowery Ballroom

PLAN A: Japandroids, Surfer Blood @ The Casbah (early show-7:30 p.m.). Canadian fuzz-rockers Japandroids have had a pretty good year on the strength of their debut, Post-Nothing (check out CityBeater Sammi Skolmoski’s cool article about them), but it’s worth showing up extra early to this early-evening show for Surfer Blood (above)—south Florida youngsters that somehow combine ’60s good vibrations, garage-rock and even Dinosaur Jr.-style indie rock into something all their own. Expect them to be headlining this time next year. PLAN B: The Old In Out, Shapes of Future Frames, Sus Hijos @ Radio Room. Sweaty garage-rockers The Old In Out have proven to be one of the hardest-working bands in the local scene (check out some of that cool video below). Both opening bands feature members from the headliner, and judging by the Future Frames show I saw a month ago (featuring Gary Hankins from Scarlet Symphony on vocals), these guys know how to spread the talent equally. PLAN C: Linnzi Zaorski @ Bar Pink. For those of you who want a more mellow Thanksgiving Eve experience, check out this gorgeous jazz chanteuse from Louisiana.We did a story on her not too long ago (you can read it here) and I’ve been thanked by many a person for turning them on to her. Hopefully, the True North douche runoff will stay in their designated douche areas. BACKUP PLAN: Immovable Objects, The Hundred Days, Mexico City Rollers @ Ruby Room. I have a feeling every San Francisco hipster worth his fixed-gear mettle shuns The Hundred Days for sounding just a bit too much like The Killers and U2. Don’t be afraid. Pop wants to be your friend.

MORE COOL STUFF:

Rifat Ziadeh @ Voyeur. The last time this guy gigged at Voyeur, he played an electro remix of Dire Straits’ “Money for Nothing.” I didn’t really know I wanted to hear that until I did.

“My, What Big Cans You Have” feat. DJ DeVoy @ Side Bar. OK, OK. Despite the name and the location, this is a pretty cool event for a Wednesday night. They’ll have a hosted bar from 9 to 10 p.m. for anyone who brings in two canned food items for local food banks, and DJ DeVoy will be on the wheelz of steelz. If anything, a fantastic and altruistic way to start the night before heading to…

“Jivewire” @ The Casbah. This every-month-or-so dance party featuring DJ Atari is probably the only night when non-scenesters are tolerated and Casbah bartenders have to make something more complicated than a vodka and tonic. In any case, it’s sweaty, it’s dank and if you can’t hook up here, then you must not be a good dancer.

“Fall/Winter Drink Menu Unveiling” @ El Dorado. The El-D wants some feedback on their new cocktail menu and everything on the list (and there are some goodies–check out the menu here) is only $5 all night long. The “Buster Brown” certainly caught my eye.

DJs Gabe Vega, Adam Salter, Saul Q, Shark Attack @ Beauty Bar

Café Tacuba @ House of Blues

DJ Mario Orduno @ Whistlestop

Buckfast Superbee (acoustic show) @ Vin de Syrah

The Dickies, Systematic Abuse @ Brick by Brick

Buck-O-Nine, Skanic, High Tide @ Belly Up

The Stalins of Sound, 357 Magnum, Chango Rey @ Ken Club

“Commune Wednesdays” @ Soda Bar

“Broke $oul Night” feat. DJs Selectakon, Cota Pop @ Tin Can Ale House

Eve Selis, Tim Flannery @ Anthology

GROOVE
Get down to 70s + 80s soul with Sweaterfunk at Triple Crown. (free)

Fringe: An Indie Rock Dance Party at Madrone. (free)

Dark Sparkle 10 Year Anniversary at Cafe Du Nord. ($5)

Stay Gold ft. DJs Pink Lightning and Rapid Fire (Sucker Punch) at the Make-Out. ($3)

Club Shutter ft. DJs Nako, Omar and Justin at the Elbo. ($5)

Groove at Jive Turkey: The Hip Hop Party Rock Turkey Trot at 111 Minna. ($5)

WATCH
Coit Tower Outdoor Film Screening and Live Radio Broadcast to commemorate the anniversary of the Native American Occupation of Alcatraz in 1969. (free)

Get your laugh on at the Romane event with the funniest comics around at the Make-Out. ($7)

Wet Wednesday Zombie Surf Flicks at the Riptide. (free)

LIVE MUSIC
Deastro//Max Tundra//White Cloud at Bottom of the Hill. ($12-$14)

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