Jenny Toomey, formerly of Simple Machines/Tsunami and now of the Future of Music Coallition was on Bob McChesney’s Media Matters this past week, talking all sorts of smart stuff about music in the digital age. She had some particularly exciting things to say about indie lable distro via digital files at the end of the show (perhaps the final chapter to SMR’s Mechianic’s Guide…). It looks like the show’s not listed in the archive yet, but if you subscribe to the podcast, you’ll get it.
Anyway, hearing her talk got me all excited about the 1998 Simple Machines goodbye party, which a huge crew of folks from Greensboro went up to DC for. This was about the time I got my first digital camera, and I was taking pictures like crazy, but none from the shows have made it to our flickr. Here’s one of Trei and Ceri from that weekend, though. I’ll track the others down when I get home tonight. Late 90s nostalgia, here I come again.
Tsunami’s last album, A Brilliant Mistake, is one of those albums that no one really talks about, but that I have listened to 100s of times, and never went on a long drive without.
In other public radio news, David Byrne is on Soundcheck this afternoon, hopefully that will be the segment they podcast. It’s available here.




We got to spend the day before Greg and Molly’s wedding with
Mmmm. Biscuitville.
I didn’t try a bowl, but the cross-section looked delicious.
This was our hotel in the T-to. Some girls we were talking to at the Spoon/Clientele show on Sunday night laughed at us for staying there, but it was being renovated, and we got the room for $69. They also made fun of us for drinking Molson Canadian at the show (which was also the cheapest). Apparently, Labatt’s 50 is more of a beer for watching indie rock shows, and MC is just for hockey. Hmm. Good to know.
View from the room (23rd floor!)
More view from the room
City Hall was next door
One-way signs in Canada don’t say one-way, which was a little disorienting.



This was a sound effects machine for CBC radio in the 80s, there were several drawers like this on the unit, and a wordless control panel on it on top
They had several displays where you could just punch a button with a picture of a show or the name of a historical event and excerpts would play on a little TV. They started out all lit up, and then each button would dim as that clip played.
We ate at a great pan-Asian place on Queen St. West called EAST!, which is situated right next to the best piece of graffiti I saw on the entire trip.



































