Fortune’s Folly is Fucking Fantastic

“Ms. Calysta, one of these days you’ll be world famous, and I’ll tell everybody I know that I got to see those gorgeous eyebrows of yours in person.”

Every now and then these cool cats from a local band come into a store I work at. Being just down the street from a music studio, I get to see a lot of this. Sometimes these types come in with a shine to their eyes that will put a smile on your face. Most of them have a pretty good thing even if all they ever end up doing is play king of the bar, so I try to make time to catch their acts.

Over a patch of time I got to observe this unusually close knit group of folks who were happy to be alive and buying snacks. They made sure to mention that they were doing their favorite thing just down the road; making music.

“What are you guys called ?” I asked

Ms. Calysta took point without hesitation and stated ” Fortune’s Folly, we’re psychedelic pop!”

Woah…stop the transaction. Nobody just goofs around with psychedelic pop, that genre takes craftsmanship and dedication. I was then handed a band sticker, a work of dark art that resides on my travel mug to this day.

Although I am one to keep my expectations in check, I had a pretty good feeling about Fortune’s Folly. The time I was able to get around and see them was at Old Nick’s Pub. Located on the outskirts of the Whiteaker Community of Eugene Oregon, Old Nick’s is a decadent punk venue with great sound and dark atmosphere. You can spill a beer on the concrete floor, but not teeth.

I was delighted to have a brief moment with Ms. Calysta before the show started, as she has an undeniable charm to her. Subtle here, expressive there, overall she’s a real hard person not to like. Fortune’s Folly took the stage well after midnight. The floor had gathered with an eclectic crowd, the likes of which could have been their own center of attention anywhere else. The stage was set for a performance, and from the moment Folly began their set, you could feel something worthwhile was going on.

I would soon find out that Ms. Calysta was not just a pretty face, she was about 16 different types of amazing. She could have just straight owned it with her singing, projecting all the right notes. On top of that she added high energy one of a kind dancing, owning the stage and the crowd. It was more than a pleasant surprise to hear what a crisp, professional, polished sound this four piece band had. They performed like a well oiled machine, playing off each other’s strengths with no gaps or goofs. It didn’t  take too long into their set to realize that performaners this good aren’t going to be local for long.

If you ever get a chance to see Fortune’s Folly live, don’t hesitate. When they take the stage they don’t ask if you’re having a good time.

They demand that you do.

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Makara Heart Chisels Out A Gorgeous Musical Sculpture.

 

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I told myself…from the beginning…if these were all the memories and moments I would get…I’d be okay with that, and I would cruise on those images for the rest of my life.

On any given evening in the Whiteaker Community of Eugene Oregon, there is something good going on. People, places, and events will allow you to get lost in the culture of the night.

This sort of atmosphere can be magnified times ten during the annual Whiteaker Block Party. You could very well have the time of your life stumbling into someone’s basement party before you even have a chance to experience the local artists, crafters, food booths and musicians.

It was a hundred and five degrees during the 2015 Block Party, and upon entrance I was greeted, dare I say enchanted, with funky danceable keyboard rythyms, and a voice that did more than just catch the ears. It was a voice that spoke straight to the soul, a hint of pain, a hint of playfulness.

Standing off to the side, I soaked in the pleasureable tunes of Makara Heart. As much as I wanted to stay and take in all the goodness Makara had to offer, I thought if this is just the beginning of the block party, I’m going to be on one hell of a journey exploring all the great things the Whiteaker had to offer.

I destined further up to the food booths, eyed up the craft booths, witnessed one generation teach break dancing to the next, checked out some other music, and said my hellos. The entire time the soundtrack playing in my head was of the exoticl y crafted songs of Makara Heart. For a moment I was stunned by the fact that I could not shake how original and hypnotic she sounds. Was it possible that the first act I caught was the very best thing about the Whiteaker Block Party?

I ventured back to give her a second listen, and once again I became transfixed. After a couple more songs, and to be truthful, it could have been six songs as I was spirituality transported to a place where time did not matter, Makara stepped away from the keys.

She gave me a look from toe to head, ending her move with a flirtatious cheeky smile.

“What’s up? ” she asked me.

“That was great! ” I replied, using every ounce of restraint that I could muster in the moment, trying not to geek out and make it look like I’ve never been anywhere or seen anything before in my life.

We chatted briefly about her music and albums for sale, of course I had to buy one!

“What’s your favorite color?” Makara questioned.

Purple was my reply, and to this day, I don’t 100 percent know why I gave that answer. I’m a blue guy, dark blue at that. The rational, practical part of me wants to say that I told her purple so as not to tell a stranger what my favorite anything was. The romantic in me, the man who enjoys nothing more than to take in a good scene would say that I chose purple so as to promote conversation further down the road. One album purchased and I made my way.

I carry the imagery of this day around in a pocket inside my brain.

It would be a while before I gave this purple tinted cd a listen to. The cover is very striking, her picture is haunting and fragile. The album sat on my shelf in front of my other music, and in a casually strange way I felt that she was looking over my other wares, protecting them from the harm of a cruel and clumsy world. “Fellas, you’re going to be okay,  Makara is here to protect you. ”

Once I was able to clear my mind and give the music it’s proper due, I was absolutely taken back by the beauty of the songs. The name of the album is Bittersweet Memories, and it is absolutely gorgeous. The musical structure has an unusual listen ability to it, pulling you into the stories being told. You are given the essence of something you didn’t know you wanted to absorb.

As most artists cringe upon how others interpret their work, which is basically their soul, I will let you know that my writing skills are what would barely quality as amateur. I just know great when I hear it.

The songs are about love, love lost, beauty, and a whisper of something deeply personal and moving. I was overcome with the thought that I was so fucking sorry to hear that her heart got broke.

I told myself from the beginning, that if these were all the memories and moments I would get…I’d be okay with that…and I’m not.

That’s the poetry and romance of life.

The best is yet to come for Makara Heart.

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Wrong Cops Is Bluntly Bohemian

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The psychotically lovable cops from the movie Wrong are the star of Quentin Dupieux’s dopey comedic  2013 release, Wrong Cops. Where as the movie Wrong has a sort of serene and steady weirdness to it, the comedic scope of Wrong Cops ranges from dry avant-garde, to a vivid surrealness that has it’s own rhythm.

Mark Burham puts in some over time in playing the grubby, skeevy, spits while he’s talking, Officer Duke. Steven Little, who last time out played a very effective and persistent dog shit detective, is Officer Sunshine. The officers have developed a taste for low end corruptivity and harassment, and they really ought to do something or other about that fella who’s bleeding to death in the back of their patrol car. Although these actors aren’t the most experienced out there resume’ wise, they do an excellent job carrying the load here. There is sort of a fierce naivety to there performances, as if they both watched Training Day, and said ” Yeah I can do that”.

Quentin Dupieux effectively uses his bag of tricks with the linear narrative and tone of this movie, more so than in the previous installment of the characters in this movie universe, because this one is mostly playing for laughs. Veteran help is liberally employed  throughout the cast of actors, with most notably, Marilyn Manson playing the funniest sex crime victim you’ve ever likely to see.

Wrong Cops is worth the time a day more so than it’s predecessor in the sense that it’s not only a lot more intriguing to watch where these louts end up, it also just might leave you grinning from ear to ear in the end.

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Quentin Dupieux wrote and directed a movie we praised some time ago called Rubber, featuring a killer tire as it’s lead. This time around, his 2012 film Wrong has a cast that is human in name only, because their actions and character are clearly something out of a dream world.

Wrong is the story of Dolph Springer, his lost dog, his new found guru Master Chang,( a cringe worthy William Fichtner) and, of course, a dogshit detective. As Quentin Duplex is quite possibly the only director with ability to make a killer tire entertaining, and this time around he painted a very sublime picture of determined oddballs in impossible situations,

It would sell the humor short to lump it into any one category. Throughout the film the presentation of absurdity shifts from dry, to broad, to over the top, and there will be an occasion or two where you’ll question if the joke is on you for watching it. The main surprise of this story is the fact that anything could happen, and it’s presented in such a matter of fact way, as if we’ve all been there and done that. That is just the sort of charm you don’t stumble upon to every day.

With as much as this film has going for it idea wise, there is an overall feeling of a missing ingredient. Perhaps a more consistent tone could have been achieved, as there aren’t many laugh out loud moments, this one is more of the ‘my goodness this is some kind of weird’ variety. Wrong would never be confused with Anchorman’s style of humor, as the biggest laugh are sure to come when the movie is over and you’re attempting to tot tell your friends just what you’ve watched.

Give Wrong a try,  and at the very least, you wont find it boring.

R.L Burnside Means It

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As exciting as it is to embrace the things that capture the pulse of right now, it’s also healthy to cleanse the pallet now and then. R.L Burnside owned a groove like to no other, and when he says I got an ass pocket of whiskey and a front pocket of gin, if you don’t open this door I’ll kick the mother fucker in…I believe him.

Like A Reverse Flash Gordon

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When a comet is set to collide with the planet Hondo, the citizens decide to send their most decorated solider, General Trius, on a mission to find a new home their people. Crash landing on Earth, Trius is all but ready to obliterate the natives until his actions are thwarted by the powerful essence of…music.

There are two things that the planet Hondo does not have, well, two things that we are made aware of, music and buckets. Upon discovering a passion he did not know he had, General Trius gives himself the Earth name of Bill, picks up the banjo, places a bucket upon his head, and starts himself a family. The days go by and Bill is content to entertain his young daughter with fairy tales of the far away planet of Hondo and it’s odd customs.

The one day Bill’s life is punctuated by the drama of the inevitable.

What we’re talking about here is The History of Future Folk, a charming sci-fi tale of music and passion. While this feature is low budget, it never feels cheap, and deftly uses it’s sci-fi elements more as enduring qualities than a reliance on the spectacle.  Nils d’Aulaire plays General Trius/Bill with a refined balance that you just don’t see everyday. He’s detached and cool, not to cool for school, just cool enough to get a competent job done.

Tight direction, a pace that is never dull and yet allows for the characters to exist a little in each moment, and music that, if we’re being honest, is scene stealing material. One could easily surmise that all of these elements, in the hands of any other director, with production from any other studio, could have led lead to a misfire at best, or a just plain bad idea come to life at worst. However, at this particular time, with this precise group of individuals involved, the underdog of all underdogs  have just produced the sort of crowing achievement that every artist dreams of.

I won’t lie to you here, I had seen this movie advertised for some months on my Netlfix, and it seemed interesting enough that I would get around to watching it. Life experience will teach that not every quirky idea come to light is pulled off as well as it could have been. Reading a description involving a banjo playing alien folk duo certainly teases the old pleasure center of the brain, just not entirely enough to drop what one is doing, throw it all the chance, and brace for the potential disappointment. Rest assured, you’re not going to have a bad time with this movie, additionally, you’re not going to want to keep quiet about it either.

With only 14 total reviews on IMDB for this 2012 release, and less than 600 likes on Facebook, it will seem unfathomable, if not unconscionable that a larger audience has not been garnered for this fine piece of work.

So now it’s in your hands.

This is your baby.

You tell the world about your baby.

So Good You Will Melt and Then You Will Reform Yourself

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Remember last year when your neighborhood just could not fucking get over King Tuff? Well Milk Music has returned at just the right time to make sure that shit doesn’t happen again.

Milk’s Music’s four piece ensemble of playful timing and arrangements are as fresh and crisp as ever, so  anyone who was willing to settle for just more of the same will be especially delighted. The guitar solos are as long, rich, and luxurious as one could possibly ask for, and it would not be a complete shock to find out that in the midst of one of these solos, Weezer’s Pinkerton  was played note for note in it’s entirety. The lyrics are both relatable and grande, with some of the tracks telling the story of any our lives, while other tracks speak to you on a mystical scale similar to the likes of Marc Bolan and J.R.R Tolkien.

Milk Music’s latest offering, Cruise Your Illusion, is probably the fourth best album of the year, if only because it’s more poetic to finish just out of the money.

The Fabulous Stains Now on Netflix

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Corrine “Third Degree” Burns (Diane Lane) and her all-girl punk band The Stains ( featuring a surprisingly chubby Laura Dern ) are given a chance to tour backing up a young English punk band The Looters (featuring Paul Cook and Steve Jones of The Sex Pistols,Paul Simonen of The Clash, and a surprisingly thin Ray Winstone) and an old washed up heavy metal band The Metal Corpses. They’re driven from one dingy show to the next by affable Rastafarian, Lawnboy, on a bus which on a good day might be held together with duct tape.

When the Stains new song ‘I’m a waste of time’ ends up garnering more attention than the veteran bands that took them in, everyone wants a piece of their next move. A next move that may be hard to come by from three girls with such limited life experience.

This isn’t an Oscar winner by any means, but it does have a certain charm to it. The performances seem to come off without a sense of self awareness. Seeing three punk legends just after the crash of punk mix it up with several up and coming actors, well that’s a god damn piece of time right there. Without revealing any spoilers, several social trends are conspicuously revealed before they actually took place in our real world. You may notice some similarities between The Stains and 2010’s The Runaways, but outside of Michael Shannon’s fun performance, The Runaways is just a bright, shiny, forgettable movie. The Stains display of culture and character will stick with you even though the pace and visual imagery may not be up 21st century standards.

Ladies and Gentlemen The Fabulous Stains had a very limited release in 1982 and has never been available on vhs or dvd due to so many reasons, that the amount of questionable tit on display is probably the least of the studio’s worries. Viewing this has been hit or miss, receiving brief play on late night cable and art house/ film festival revivals. All of that and the right word of mouth has only added to it’s cult status.

You can have a Super Bowl party if you want, but it’d be a whole lot cooler if set your projector to The Fabulous Stains.