Issue 256 - April 2010

Data/Booty

Data/Booty, a new visual arts and audio project masterminded by Salt Lake City producers Andrew Glassett (Nolens Volens) and Jonathan Higley (//) of MSSV Music, was inspired by the approximately 14,100 Youtube videos that result when one searches for the phrase "booty shaking." Was this exploitation? Was it a form of female empowerment? Or as Glassett so aptly put, “Are they simply waving their ass in the air to attract a potential mate?”

SLUG Games: Beat the Pro

If you happened to be a pro snowboarder or skier at Park City Mountain Resort on March 6, then it was your unlucky day as the best unknowns from around the valley were standing by to take you down in the second annual SLUG Games Beat the Pro, presented by Scion and Yudu.

Localized

There is no excuse for missing SLUG Localized on April 16 at Urban Lounge. The line-up includes Lindsay Heath’s newly minted post-classical project, the ethereal, unearthly drones of Tiny Lights and opening band My Dead Ego. Five bucks at the door, be prepared to be floored.

The Platte

“Independent record stores are important because they care about the music, and they care about little music. I feel like little music’s where it’s at,” says Andrew Shaw, the musician behind local music project The Platte. His newest creative endeavor, a collection of local music covers called Bantam Brother, is set to release on April 17, the third annual Record Store Day. Founded in 2007, RSD is a nationwide celebration of independent record stores and the local music scenes that encircle them.

The Awkward Hour

On paper, Brian Staker isn’t exactly who you’d expect to host the usually multi-hour, sometimes drunken podcast that is The Awkward Hour. Staker holds a BA in English and an MFA in Creative Writing, from the University of Utah. He has also served time as a SLUG Associate Editor, is a current writer for City Weekly and hosts a weekly music feature on KRCL. It seems like he has spent his entire life preparing for The Awkward Hour.

Beehive Bazaar

Crafting. If you haven’t heard of the new generation of crafters, the word itself can conjure up images of a granny with knitting needles making pastel fuzzy sweaters. The Beehive Bazaar, produced and founded by Noelle Olpin and the husband-wife team Molly and Duane Call, is a craft fair for those trendy crafters cleverly disguised as mothers, girlies and possibly the cute boy in the freshly screen-printed tee.

Jean Claude BANDVans

Dear bands: Have you ever booked a tour and missed more shows than you made it to? Have you broken down daily on a tour and had to live in Wal-Mart parking lots? Have you put more than you initially paid into your band’s vehicle? If you answered yes to any of those questions, or if you’re just looking for a band vehicle to help you join the ranks of smelly, starving fuckers treking back and forth over this great continent, look no further—Jared Rodabaugh and Micah Merz started a company just for you.

Mike Brown Meets CJ Miles

I know what you are thinking: Mike Brown somehow tricked a Jazz player by the name of CJ Miles to buy him dinner at the Cheesecake Factory just so he could meet Deron Williams and sit in CJ’s Escalade. So not true! First off, I did not sit in the Escalade. I did lean against it though. And this story is not about D-Will, he just happened to be eating cheesecake at the same spot as us.  But D-Will did come up to our table during the interview and I said something stupid in front of him. 

John Lydon: Anger is an Energy

After taking sixteen years off from the music world in order to write an autobiography, chase through the jungle after silverback gorillas and scuba dive with great white sharks off the coast of South Africa, John Lydon (AKA Johnny Rotten) is back. Mercifully responding to the crying and tooth-gnashing of their American fan base, PiL has decided to grace America with a month-long tour. The Holy Gods of Rock and Roll smiled on me, and I had the dream-come-true opportunity of talking to Mr. Lydon for what turned out to be some of the most nervously thrilling minutes of my existence.