a moment of sovereign

Cha-Ching indeed!
spotted in Brooklyn, Atlantic Ave. 4/5 train, 10pm Sat.

a bit closer – nice typeface!

Currently listening :
9 to 5
By Lady Sovereign
Release date: By 06 September, 2005

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I Got My Reasons

most excellent… when I saw this bank (with it’s shitty, I’m a Hong Kong import graphics) this was my first thought. Maybe a free SOV Cd with a money market account?

Posted by I Got My Reasons on Saturday, November 18, 2006 at 2:27 PM
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I Got My Reasons

America’s Neighborhood Bank? HA!!! I haven’t researched this at all but I’m gonna guess this is a Chinese import. That explains the graphics and the feeble attempt to sound authentically American.

Posted by I Got My Reasons on Saturday, November 18, 2006 at 2:29 PM
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bizarrely enough, the cheesy graphics are courtesy of . . . Philadelphia, USA!

Checked it out – its a Philly-based bank, now America’s 18th largest. been buying up local banks in midatlantic and northeast. In order to buy the latest, Independence Community Bank of Brooklyn, Sovereign sold 25% of its stock to Grupo Santander, Spain’s largest private bank – which owns all kinds of stuff in Europe and Latin America. (per Amnesy International, Santander is not particularly evil one way or the other)

but we may not have (Lady) Sovereign Bank around to street-modify much longer.

Its CEO resigned on 10 October 2006, and Grupo Santander will prob buy out rest of 75% and rename the whole thing, per Wikipedia.

So get out those giant Sharpies while you can – everytime I walk by one of these signs on a bus shelter or in a subway, I’ve been itching to add a great big “Lady”!

Posted by Ellen on Saturday, November 18, 2006 at 11:45 PM
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Bob F*ckin Dylan

The currently ubiquitous Mr. Zimmerman. Going to see the man himself, with his current Nancy Reagan-like giant head and spider-like limbs, next week, (w/a big fan), but last night we went to see a benefit tribute to the “Music of Bob Dylan” at Avery Fisher Hall.

When I lived w/a bunch of roommates in Brooklyn, we would play a record every morning as everyone got ready to go.
We each had a fallback: I, the soundtrack to Repo Man, Liz, the bootleg cassette of Bootsy’s Rubber Band, and Stuart – well Stuart would play Blood on the Tracks every morning for about 6 months straight, since “Idiot Wind” seemed to perfectly echo his opinion of his boss’s every utterance. he was a Dylan boy, w/o a doubt. I know an insane amount of Dylan lyrics and -ology, by osmosis.

Last night’s tribute/benefit was bizarre – a disembodied airport voice introduced each act, who walked on stage, played one song, and exited. Very Swiss. Like clockwork. No jams, no change of drum kit, not nothing. Exactly like a Swiss cuckoo clock, in fact, with each performer circulating to the fore and disappearing, to be replaced by the next.

I could do a set list: Bob Mould, Jaime Sapf Trio, Allan Toussaint- but you can read that elsewhere.
Lee Renaldo (Sonic Youth) did a phrase-for-phrase “Positively 4th Street” – cool yet shoddy at the same time. Medski Martin and Wood did “Buckets of Rain” – still not sure what the fuss about these dudes is about.
Allan Toussaint did a fine “Momma You Been on My Mind”; Jill Sobule (“I Kissed a Girl” – showed up w/Cyndi Lauper – who was wearing a strange business-lady suit, hat, and pumps – go figure – for “Ring them Bells,” Roseanne Cash, Warren Haynes, blah, blah, blah – but then the guy the tie-dyed hordes had come to see. Mr. Phil Lesh, formerly of the Grateful Dead.

Now I don’t get the Dead and Dylan thing – I read Great Jones Street by DeLillo. I actually saw one of the ’87 Dead and Dylan shows in Giants Stadium. I wrote to a friend earlier this week that “a youthful enthusiasm for pharmaceuticals” made it bearable, but actually I was just too f*cked up out of my mind on beer to move, or I would have been sprinting for the parking lot shrieking “I can’t take it anymore!!!” Expectations weren’t high last night.

But Mr. Lesh was welcomed ecstatically, and here’s a pic for fans:

He looked pretty healthy, despite his prostate problems.

He was followed by The Roots

Who blew everybody else off the stage and into the cuckoo land where they belonged. They did “Masters of War” – the first verses set to the “The Star Spangled Banner” – the rest a crystal-clear indictment. It was about Nixon and Vietnam, and Reagan, and Bush, and Rummie, and Iraq. It was one of the single greatest moments I’ve seen on stage. If you can get YouTube or audio of it, do it. It gave me the chills.

then Cat Power had a nervous breakdown on stage and played “House of the Rising Sun” instead of Dylan, and Ryan Adams ( I can’t STAND him. I don’t have a reason, I just can’t STAND him.) did Isis. (how the hell long is that song? Memories of Stuart and Bklyn, oy.) And I do love Patti Smith’s “Dark Eyes” – she performed with Tom Verlaine this time. She’s crazy and weird and she’s so fine. Maybe next lifetime I can be her. And then some other guys and finally the lights went on and this blog ends.

but find that Roots performance. It’s so worth it.

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Yes, it was an odd night indeed. Got in late because my friend was stuck in traffic, so we ended up eating two tickets because he and his sister never made it, and we missed the great Bob Mould and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah.

The Roots, the Roots, the Roots — one of the single finest ten minutes of music I have ever seen. In addition to what is mentioned above, every new verse was done in a completely different style. Holy crap they were amazing.

Phil did look good, although his mic was a little screwed up. He jammed to the new “Thunder on the Mountain” from MODERN TIMES.

And don’t listen to Ellen — Ryan Adams & the Cardinals did a great version of “Isis,” with a mediocre, punk “Sick of Love” in the middle.

Cat Power is just plain weird.

Rosanne Cash kicked ass on “License to Kill,” which, like “Masters of War,” could have been written in 2006.

The “Heaven’s Door” finale with Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, Al Kooper, Jennifer O’Connor, and Patti Smith was poorly rehearsed and so anticlimactic.

And only then did we realize we were sitting right near Joe Franklin, so we walked out with him. His friend Joe pointed out that JF knew Dylan before there was a Dylan.

But ooh, that creepy voice — she even announced what song the next act was going to play, taking away the fun of guessing — and that strange ending…

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O, Ryan Adams and the Cardinals can eat dirt as far as I’m concerned. What is with that preprocessed “rock ‘n’ roll!!” schtick. Go away. He looks like he was created by the R’n’R Hall of Fame marketing department for future induction.

correx: Cat Power is far beyond weird. She was clearly the Sinead O’Connor of the night. CP aka Chan Marshall is awesome; do not dis her.

Back in the day (90s) there was another Bob-Festschrift that I attended, w/ numerous homages as well. Sinead O’Connor got booed off the stage cuz she had just ripped up a pic o’ the Pope on Sat Nite Live. She was later sighted by Ian etc., staggering her minute, angry, Irish self around the East Village, heckling abusers and abusing hecklers in a fine brogue. O that was long ago and far away and we are all upright citizens now . . . but it still cracks me up.

Footnote 1: Joe Franklin is very, very weird old radio host in NYC, btw. He spoke to me a bit and I, uh, see Sarah Silverman’s point. . . .

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I think I must be the only person on Earth who merely likes Ryan Adams. I think he has written some amazing songs, but most of them are indistinguishable to me. It seems as though everyone else either worships him (my UN ambassador husband for one), or utterly despises him. He seems like he’d be an ass in person, but I don’t ever expect to hang out with him, so who cares. Cat Power (another of the ambassodor’s faves) is also one I just don’t get. I guess I’m getting too old to care about the edgy, girl-interrupted persona anymore. Next thing you know, I’ll be telling the kids “Why in my day . . . ” And Ellen, I would happily have joined you in either chemical avoidance or sprinting if trapped at a Grateful Dead show. Madonn’!! I wish I could have seen Bob Mould though. Is he still the hottest doughy Midwesterner around?

Posted by QueensGirl on Saturday, November 11, 2006 at 12:21 PM
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Fugazi Fan

Doesn’t it seem strange that Joe Franklin is still alive?  I saw him on the street in Times Square a few years ago and my first thought was that guy must just look like Joe Franklin because Joe Franklin surely must be dead by now.  Ironically it was right near Howard Johnson’s, another symbol of an era gone by.  Maybe I just think Joe Franklin is older than he really is because he spent so much of his career strolling down memory lane.

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I Got My Reasons

the new roots album is pretty good… i’ll review it at some point on my blog… if i ever get time : (

Posted by I Got My Reasons on Saturday, November 11, 2006 at 10:47 PM
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