Top 10 TV Shows Of 2014

November 24, 2014 Leave a comment

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If we’ve learned anything about TV so far in the 2010’s, it’s that great television doesn’t follow the same rules it did before Netflix. Now everyone is getting into the game, and binge-watching is the new normal. Network TV still gets it right occasionally, but for the most part cable and online outlets are where the magic happens. With a lot of shows already entering the holiday hiatus, this TV season is already almost over! Here are my top ten shows of the year:
10. A Young Doctor’s Notebook (aired in the UK in 2013, USA 2014)

9. Marry Me

8. Parenthood

7. Mad Men

6. Silicon Valley

5. 24: Live Another Day

4. House Of Cards

3. Last Week Tonight

2. Transparent

1. Derek

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The One I Love-***** (Out Of *****)

November 21, 2014 Leave a comment

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Any time the Duplass brothers decide to put their efforts behind a production, I’m inclined to see the result. They have a knack for making low-budget indies with wide appeal. The One I Love might be their most interesting film to date, and that’s really saying something. Produced by the siblings, the film stars Mark (as Evan) along with Elizabeth Moss (Sophie) as a couple facing a rough time in their marriage. They’re sent on a getaway by their therapist, played by Ted Danson, as a way to reconnect.

The bizarre occurrences that take place on the property really test the two. There is a guest house visible from the kitchen of the main residence. The people they find when they enter the cottage throw Sophie and Ethan for a loop that would make Luis Malle proud. They’ve done a good job of keeping the rest of the plot under wraps, so I think saying any more would ruin it for you.

Duplass and Moss are both great in their roles. As a couple that’s drifted apart, they play Evan and Sophie as two people trying to rediscover the love and passion long missing in their relationship-Evan willing to try anything to regain Sophie’s trust while Sophie is incapable of seeing in Evan the man she married. Justin Lader’s script finds a way to both suspend our disbelief in some of the film’s logic while keeping the emotions very much grounded in reality.

Director Charlie McDowell makes his feature debut with this movie. He made a wise choice in letting the script and actors do most of the heavy lifting. The camera never seems intrusive, so it really feels more like we’re a fly on the wall just watching these characters as their story unfolds.

Released in theaters back in August, you can now watch The One I Love on demand through your cable provider, on Amazon instant video, or just buy the bluray.

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Stars at JBTV 11/20/2014

November 20, 2014 Leave a comment

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Ahead of their headlining set tomorrow night at The Vic, Montreal’s Stars stopped by JBTV to play a few songs. I, along with an intimate crowd of fans, were treated to a six-song set sampling tunes off the group’s latest release, No One Is Lost. The record has been out for a while now, so most of the audience felt free to sing along without messing up the words. For those that did screw up on “This Is The Last Time,” it was ok because there was a technical issue with the monitors and the band (and the fans) took a second shot at it.

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Amy and Torquil, co-singers of the band, seemed pretty loose on stage. Bass player Evan took to the mic during the glitch to talk a little bit about his great grandfather Ed Kelly, former Mayor of Chicago-quite possible he made this up but it seems possible. Most of the half hour or so in the studio was filled with music, not chatter. And honestly, I like these songs much better live than I do on the record. There’s more life in them with the live drums playing a big part of the sound.

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Torq dedicated the set-and album closer “No One Is Lost” to the memory of Frankie Knuckles, Chicago dance music pioneer. A classy move, no doubt. And the song lived up to that house spirit with the crowd throwing their hands in the air with wild abandon and dancing like we were at Sub 51 down the street.

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Dial In-“The Balloonist”

November 16, 2014 Leave a comment

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I love checking out talented musicians, especially when they’re making music right here in Chicago. Shane Wirkes and Daniel Modica have been together as a duo for a while now (a single was released almost exactly one year ago) and today they’re releasing their first EP as Dial In called Lost Frames. They were kind enough to ask me to debut this track, and after listening myself I was more than happy to oblige.

I like they way the song feels like it was written with two conflicting ideas in mind that end up melding together smoothly. There is a bit of an 80’s feel early on, like half Duran Duran’s “Hungry Like The Wolf,” half “Lady In Red” by Chris De Burgh. The slow piano stays steady as you hear fits and starts of electronica in the background. Eventually they meet and dance a bit before becoming one.

Dial In will be playing a release show for the EP at Mayne Stage along with Bellum Boca and Tyler Etters on November 20th. Get tickets for the show here.

Stevie Wonder-Songs In The Key Of Life Performance

November 15, 2014 Leave a comment

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I’ve seen stories over the past decade or so saying Stevie Wonder is done. Saying Stevie Wonder can’t play. Saying, Stevie Wonder is washed up. Well I’m here to tell you, the reports of his decline have been greatly exaggerated. Last night he delivered one of the greatest performances I’ve ever seen, taking the audience at the United Center on a trip in his rocketship of positivity. Songs In The Key Of Life is one of the most iconic, influential, and intimate records ever made, and he played it as beautifully as ever.

After his band took the stage, 27 strong including his daughter Iesha (a vocalist), Stevie was led out by his special guest on the tour india.arie. He spoke for a few minutes about the album, about getting his big break here in Chicago, and about writing the song “My Chere Amour” about a girl he was seeing in the city. He made a great joke, saying “She may even be here in the audience tonight, but I haven’t seen her yet.” He was led over to his keyboard/piano control center and said “Alright let’s do this.”
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He played the whole album through, so no need to post a setlist. The crowd sang along with almost every lyric, and you could feel the palpable reverence in the room. The only time I felt like that was broken came during “Village Ghetto Land.” During the last part of the song, when he sang “People tell us we should be glad for what we have,” he added “Still in 2014″ and people applauded. I found that a bit odd, cheering for the fact that 40 years later our society is still plagued by the same problems that Stevie was singing about back then. A minor hiccup, but it couldn’t stop the good times from rollin’.

The band Stevie put together for this tour is incredible. A ten-piece string section, six horns, three guys on percussion including Stanley Randolph who is an absolute beast on the drums, keys, two guitarists, Nathan Watts on bass, and a fantastic harmonica player whose name escapes me, who held up well against Wonder’s virtuosic talents. He also had six backup singers on hand, so the sounds coming from the stage really matched the power of the sound on the album.
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It’s hard to single songs out when every single track is a classic. My favorites were “Have A Talk With God,” “Knocks Me Off My Feet,” and “Saturn,” which he sang with india.arie. A couple truly special moments came in the second half of the show. During “Joy Inside My Tears” Stevie was completely overcome with emotion and cried openly through the song without missing a beat. And on “If It’s Magic” he gave the band a break and used the original harp music of the now deceased Dorothy Ashby, with her image gracing the large monitors on either side of the stage.

One difference between the show last night and the others on this short tour came post-Songs. After the final notes of the record, Stevie shifted gears into DJ Tick Tick Boom mode, leading the band in snippets from some of his biggest hits. On top of “Master Blaster” and “Do I Do,” which he’s played at other stops, we also were treated to “For Once In My Life,” “Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours,” and “My Chere Amour” before he closed with “Superstition.” After every start and stop, whether a couple verses or just the hook, Stevie’s band would tell “DJ TICK TICK BOOM!” A great amount of fun that I didn’t expect and thoroughly enjoyed.

If you’re not familiar with Songs In The Key Of Life, there’s no time like the present to get acquainted. It’s themes are as relevant today as they were in 1976 (if not more so), and the music is so far ahead of its time that if it came out today people would still shake their heads and say “How did he come up with that sound?”

For a few song clips from the show, check out our Instagram account.

My Best Friend Bill, Whom I’ve Never Met

November 12, 2014 Leave a comment

IMG_1210.JPGIt’s been a couple months now and I still can’t wrap my head around it. It’s like, when you find out something about a person and it completely changes everything you’ve known for your entire relationship. A chill runs down your spine and your mind melts into a puddle at the same time. That’s the awful, cold, confused feeling I’ve had since it happened, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be the same. Will any of us?

I got a call from a friend I made up in Toronto when I was there covering a music festival, asking me if I’d like to come up and do some stuff for the Toronto International Film Festival. Of course I said yes immediately. Toronto is a great city and their film festival is second only to Cannes in prestige. He said there would be a few things I would HAVE to cover, but the rest of the time I could do as I please and my pass would get me into any movie that was playing. For a guy like me, that’s like Christmas morning and my birthday and New Year’s Eve all rolled into one. I mapped out some programming I wanted to see and hopped on a plane to out northern neighbor.

There was no shortage of great films playing: Whiplash, Maps To The Stars, The Theory Of Everything, Birdman…the list goes on and on. One thing I made very clear with my friend was the fact that I would NOT miss Bill Murray day. This point was non-negotiable. As a lifelong fan of his work, I think everyday should be Bill Murray day.

So the day came. September 5th. Bill Murray Day. What a great deal of fun! Ghostbusters and Stripes on the big screen (I’d never seen either in a theater before), a Q&A with the man himself, and then his newest film St Vincent. Always a joy to see the brilliant actor at work. While the movie itself wasn’t great, it was pretty good. And Murray was terrific as a jerk with a heart of gold that just needed some polishing. He got a standing ovation, of course. And that was how Bill Murray Day ended. For most.

After the movie some people around me said they were going for a drink, so I tagged along. We went to Tequila Jack’s which is right near Princess Of Wales Theater where the movie played. Drinks were a little expensive so I was sipping a whiskey while the rest of the group pounded shot after shot. About an hour and a half later they all took off to go mingle among other Canadians. I stayed at the bar, planning to leave after I finished my drink (I mean, I paid 14 Canadian dollars so I’m not leaving a drop). Then it happened.

People had been in and out of the bar all night, so when a new body showed up in the seat next to mine, it didn’t really register. I continued drinking, obliviously listening to Drake or Buck 65 or whatever Toronto-based rapper the DJ was playing. Then a voice said “Can I get an 1800?” I recognized the dulcet tones of Murray’s voice immediately. I always heard that he shows up in random places, not one to let his fame interrupt his good times. I looked over quickly to confirm and one glance was all I needed.

Now, when one is seated next to Bill Freakin’ Murray, one has two choices: 1) Completely bug out on him, list all your favorite movies he’s in, ask him what he said to Scarlett Johannsson at the end of Lost In Translation, and alienate him completely, or 2) Play it cool. Drink your drink and hope he says something to you. As much as I wanted to just go to the extreme of the first option, the sheer shock of the moment my mouth couldn’t make any words anyway.

He paid for his drink with a $20 and told the completely ignorant bartender to keep the change. He sipped his tequila a couple times before saying “It’s a lot warmer here than I expected. You think Canada and you immediately think cold. Is it always this warm here in September!” I looked around making sure it was me he was talking to. With no one else around I was confident he was expecting a response from me, so I said quietly “I think so. I’m not from around here.” He asked me where I was from, and when I told him Chicago his eyes lit up. We chatted for a few minutes about this and that. I told him I was a fan and enjoyed the movie. He thanked me and asked if I knew any blues bars in the area.

I had heard of a place called Rex Hotel that had a jazz and blues bar that was only a few blocks away. He said “Great. Let’s go.” I was jumping out of my skin, it definitely felt like it could happen. This was the greatest day of my life. The walk was only about six minutes, but I was shocked no one badgered my new best friend. It was like he was hiding in plain sight.

We got to the hotel lounge and he said “Oh, this is fantastic. We should start a tab. Go give them your card.” If anyone else had asked me to do such a thing I probably would have smacked them in the face for disrespecting me but, seeing how it was Bill Murray and all, I let it slide. I ran to the washroom to splash some water on my face and make sure I wasn’t dreaming. When I found Bill sitting in a little booth alone, I noticed a bottle of AsomBroso tequila. I’m not really in the know on alcohol prices per bottle, but if your theory is the more phallic the bottle the higher the price, this thing must have been a million dollars. My credit card balance had a few hundred dollars of wiggle room, so I was hoping this was one of Murray’s patented hilarious pranks.

We started talking about the movie while Hogtown Syncopators played on the stage. It sounded like everything came out as expected and he took great pride in his performance. He told me a story about some mischief he and Dan Aykroyd got up to back in the early eighties before Ghostbusters shot them both to superstardom, and before Aykroyd became obsessed with UFO’s and vodka.

“His vodka sucks!” Murray laughed. “The only good thing about it is the skull, and even that’s derivative of another brand they used to make in the 70’s.” Since we had been getting along pretty well, I went ahead and asked him, “What’s your relationship like with those guys? Akroyd, Steve, the whole crew?” He told me Steve Martin is a class act and always has been. Never met anyone smarter or more kind. Gilda Radner was a doll, which jives with every other story I’ve ever heard about her.

He didn’t say anything about Chevy, to no surprise. When it came to Aykroyd, he said “You know, when Harold Ramis was about to die, I realized a few things about myself. We hadn’t spoken in 20 years, and I didn’t care if I ever talked to him again. Then someone told me that if I don’t do it now, I’m gonna regret it when he’s gone.” Maybe it was the four shots of tequila he had in 15 minutes, but his eyes welled up here, “We talked for hours,” he sighed. “I went out to his house and had lunch…it was like we didn’t miss a beat. He was such a funny guy. And a great friend even when we weren’t talking.” He paused. “I think if Dan gets sick I’d just live with the regret.”

Murray had a couple more shots of the AsomBroso. I was still recovering from the first (that 100% blue agave is no joke). He said something about Hunter S. Thompson being really cool and I realized I’d totally forgotten that he played the gonzo journalist in the movie Where The Buffalo Roam. When I asked him about making that film, he got really quiet.

He was looking up at the stage where Hogtown Syncopators lead guitarist was finishing up a 20 minute solo on “Cherry Red Wine,” but he wasn’t listening. The bottle was now firmly in his hand, taking pull after pull off the manly bottle. He looked straight ahead for a long time. Maybe it was only a couple of minutes, but it felt like lifetimes passed before he spoke again.

“Thirty-four years,” he said softly and to no one in particular. “Thirty-four goddam years.” He put his hands to his forehead as if to pull his brain out to stop it from running over whatever he was thinking again and again. His demeanor had changed drastically from amiable and fun to that of a hysterical new widow whose husband had just been shot in front of her. He was murmuring something under his breath I couldn’t make out. I asked if there was anything I could do and he yelled out in anguish.

The whole bar turned around to see what was going on. Hogtown Syncopators stopped playing, like someone had lifted the needle on their backing track. Still, no one recognized Murray. It was as of we were living in some alternate universe. “He’s fine,” I lied. “Just too much AsomBroso.” I smiled as they all turned back and the band went back to the 70-minute jam that I think started as “Paying The Cost To Be The Boss,” but it had twisted into some weird Canadian song and I lost interest.

I was starting to get a little freaked out as Murray sobbed uncontrollably. “Bill. What’s happening? Are you okay?” He pulled my shirt and tugged my head in close to his. “I’m a liar,” he yelled. “I’ve been lying all night! Iv been lying my entire life!” My attempts at calming him were clearly not working, so I just rolled with it. “Of course you’re a liar, Bill. You’re an actor. That’s your job and you’re great at it.” Now he looked me dead in the eyes and I could tell he was not amused by my comment.

“My name isn’t Bill Murray. I’m not from Wilmette. I’m from Bend, Oregon and my name is…” If this was a joke, my drinking companion surely wasn’t letting on. He struggled for a minute before starting again. “My name…is…Keith Strandson. I roadied for Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young in the late 60’s. Neil did the music for Where The Buffalo Roam, and they called me up after…” He stopped cold and looked away again, my head still resting inches from his. “After what, Bill!” I yelled a bit louder than I had intended, but the place didn’t come to a half like it had earlier.

Bill or Keith or whoever this guy was let go of my shirt finally. I moved back a little bit, but not all the way across the booth. I wanted to be able to see this man’s eyes whenever he got the gumption to tell me what in the hell was happening.

“I shouldn’t say anything. I’ve been drinking a lot…just forget I said anything.” He flashed a pirate smile and put the near empty bottle back on the table. There had to be more to this story, so I just asked him flat out with a stern look in my eye and a whispered scream, “Look, man. You had me give my credit card to the bartender so you could get a bottle of tequila that costs god knows how many thousands of dollars, and I was willing to go into a great deal of debt because I was hanging out with Bill Murray! If you’re some impostor you need to tell me right freaking now!”

“I’m not an impostor,” he assured me. “I am the Bill Murray that you know from such films as Groundhog Day, Ghostbusters, Rushmore, blah blah blah.” He seemed completely defeated now. He had the look of a man who’s resigned to living in absolute solitude for the rest of his life. “It’s not as simple as that, though. In 1980 things got…complicated.”

My mind was going into overdrive trying to figure out what that could’ve meant. He called the bartender over and ordered another bottle of AsomBroso. He also ordered some mozzarella sticks and when the bartender told him they don’t have that item he said to run someplace that does and bring them back. I didn’t even care about the second bottle of liquor. It’s not like my card can get double declined when we settle up. I had the focus of a million tweens on Adderall as I listened intently to hear this tale unfold.

“When Bill came to Colorado to work with Hunter, they got along famously,” he began. “Drinking, shooting, drugs of all kinds…that was Hunter, you know? He always just did whatever crazy thing he could come up with. So that’s what Bill started doing. One day Neil was up at the ranch, working on some music for the score to the movie and I had tagged along to help out with some equipment. Now, at this point they had just about wrapped shooting the thing so Bill wasn’t around much. We spent a couple days up there, and Hunter took a liking to me for some reason. He told me multiple times, ‘Boy you look just like Billy.”

“We were almost done and Bill had to come back to shoot a couple of establishing shots that Art Linson wanted to use. So he came by and it was me, Neil, Hunter, and Bill. We went for a drive after Bill finished up his day and we ended up out in the mountains somewhere.” He stopped to open the new bottle of tequila and take a swig. I have no idea how he managed to keep talking. I would’ve passed out half a bottle ago.

“Neil saw an elk in the woods and told Hunter to stop the car. We pulled over and Hunter went around to his trunk and pulled out a giant rifle.” His eyes got big as he made this point, “I mean, this thing would take down an elephant!” Another drink. “We all laughed at how ridiculous he looked holding such a massive firearm. Neil said something about how tiny Hunter’s hands looked and Bill chimed in, calling out how ladylike his fingers looked on the trigger.” I felt like something big was about to happen, big I couldn’t quite figure it out.

“Hunter told Bill he thought he saw the elk go behind a bunch of trees and that he should go spook it out.” Here it comes. The eyes welling up again. “Bill didn’t hesitate for a second and got out of the old Buick. He walked briskly out into the woods and started laughing, like he saw two bears doing it or something. Hunter let out a scream and then fired into the trees. I was looking for the elk but I never saw it.” My mouth hits the floor.

“Neil yelled out ‘What are you doing you crazy bastard?!?!?!!’ but it was already done. Hunter walked out into the woods slowly as Neil and I freaked out in the car. He walked back even slower, with something draped around his body like a cape. It wasn’t until he got closer that…” He stopped again. Chugged on the bottle for a long time. Wiped away the tears on his face and began again.

“We could see that it was…it was Bill. Dead cold. Hunter shot him right in the neck. Neil glared at me with a look that said ‘keep your mouth shut’ and I was in such a state of shock that I probably couldn’t say anything anyway.”

“We drove back to the ranch in silence. When we pulled up the driveway, Neil said ‘Do you have any kind of plan for what we’re gonna do now? You just killed a movie star!’ Hunter wasn’t having it though. He just said ‘Movie stars are a dime a dozen. We’ll just fix up the kid here. He already looks just like Bill.’ Neil didn’t think this was a great idea, but I agreed out of fear that one of us would be next. Hunter called a friend of his and the next day I had a new haircut, new clothes, and Bill Murray’s wallet.”

My mind can’t process this information at the time, so I just say “And then?” as if this is all totally normal.

Stripes and Caddyshack were both already shot, so I could coast for a while. I acted a bit in high school, and Hunter got me a coach to help me be more like the real Bill Murray. At the time, Bill had only done a couple seasons of SNL and a few movies. I mean, by now who is the real Bill Murray? Would his career have lasted so long if I hadn’t taken over? You never know. I didn’t really have to work until Tootsie, and I mean, if you can’t deliver a good performance for Sydney Pollack you’re not an actor anyway.”

At this point he was starting to perk up again. He didn’t seem like he felt they had done anything wrong. In fact, he was talking like it was a good thing that Hunter Thompson had brutally murdered Bill Murray so that this Keith whatever could go on and have a long career as a film actor.

I decided to call it a night even though “Bill Murray” wanted to stay and talk more. He thanked me for being such a good listener. I honestly couldn’t decide what was happening. Was this guy really telling me that he assumed Bill Murray’s identity in 1980, so every performance since then has actually been a fraud, or was the real Bill Murray just screwing with me?

It’s been two months and I still don’t know if I believe it or not. I’ve been re-watching a lot of Murray’s movies, and I think from now I’m I’ll consider myself a fan of Meatballs-era Murray and that’s it. I do know that when I left that bar I called my credit card company and reported my card stolen. No way that experience was worth ten grand.

In Tall Buildings-“Flare Gun”

November 12, 2014 Leave a comment

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I first saw In Tall Buildings at Saki Records on Fullerton a couple years ago where he was playing a set for Record Store Day. There were a bunch of great bands playing, but Erik Hall stole the show with very little effort. He ripped through a handful of songs with just himself and a drummer and created more compelling sounds than the previous band that featured at least 8 members. Hall’s guitar wasn’t so much an instrument as an extension of his mind, thrashing out whatever frenzy was in his brain. After that performance, I checked out his self-titled debut record from 2010. It’s a brilliant piece of music that’s had us all waiting for the follow-up for years.

In February that new album will finally see the light of day, and Western Vinyl has just released the first single from Driver.  

You can pre-order Driver here.

As a bonus, here’s a video I took of that performance at Saki where In Tall Buildings covers Neil Young.

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