I am a bit wiped out right now. Not from my normal complaints, mind you. I am mostly solid in my resolve during the working hours of my life. No, let me do something a little gross for you, dear readers, and pull back the factory door to show how the sausage is made. Let me tell you how I compile this column week by week. Like Sherlock Holmes, I have my local Baker Street Irregulars who do some diminished-return style gossiping for me. And apart from the schmoozing and information gathering I regularly attend to among the venues to bring these goods to print, I do spend (I am ashamed to admit) a weird amount of time on social media. And it has poisoned me as it has poisoned many of you reading this, I have no doubt. After studying the problem, I have come to the conclusion that most Americans sit in an ugly, uncanny valley of internet use, too little to be sharp and savvy, but too much to avoid the pitfalls of annoying trends and tragic clichés. Therefore, I suggest there should only be two kinds of data users: either you check your email a couple of times a day (normal business permitting) or you have regularly tried to buy a uranium-powered sword or North Korean Gundam Suit from the dark web. Nothing in between. That is my binary borderland. You can thank me for this draconian proclamation later.
Have a great week.
Stella's back in town and with her, of course, is the busk-core street country act Gunsafe she fronts and will be playing a show with tonight at the Outer Space at 7 p.m. ($5). Joining the tattooed, traveling troubadours will be locals Lyndsey Battle and Julio Perdido, who both bring great sets and songs.
Mark Jenny is the guitar ripping half of Legends of the Mind, a local blues duo whom I have repped in this column before. Tonight he joins local scene mainstay Seabury Gould at 7 p.m. at the Westhaven Center for the Arts for an evening of summertime blues for all of you lovers caught between the spring and autumn. This should be a fun night off of the beaten path ($5-$20 sliding scale).
I'm going to ride this local vibe and suggest a mellow dive into the Eastern European sounds of Chubritza, which will be on full display in the warm, woodworked environs of Café Mokka at 8 p.m. Did I mention that the music is free and the coffee is inexpensive and delightful? Now I have.
The Alibi is putting on more concerts these days — nights, actually — and I couldn't be happier. This week's offering is an 11 p.m. burner with local honky tonkin' maestros Side Iron and sweaty, silent opening of Paris, Texas mirage makers Mojave Green. Only $5 is needed to get you in the door, so cough up the second cheapest Lincoln and have some fun, folks.
Picture this: a gorgeous late summer's afternoon in the Humboldt Botanical Garden at the College of the Redwoods and a crack trio of American roots music players are peeling through a set of the best sort of songs from our shared national psyche. This vision of beauty can be yours at 1 p.m. on the aforementioned grounds if you choose to join The Delta Nationals for a Sunday matinee in the gardens. Admission is free for members, $8 for the general public and $5 for seniors. Grow some nice memories.
I first saw former Humbolshevik Ben Chasny's fine act Six Organs of Admittance in NYC about 15 years ago when I was a nihilistic young shithead who didn't care a gosh dang about a fellow traveler's sounds and just wanted a night out from my unheated cement-nightmare overshared Brooklyn "loft." And you know what? The show was a real corker. Psyched-out transmissions from a thick and vibed-out plane ruled the night. And you, too, can have a piece of that fatty goodness yourself tonight at the Miniplex at 8:30 p.m. Genius black-metal-cum-folk-headscratchers Xasthur share the opening bill with local haunters Die Geister Beschwören ($10).
Woof woof. Bow wow. Local "feral" jazz act Dogbone plays a semi-regular free one at the Mad River Brewery this evening at 6 p.m. Enjoy the patio while it's still warm, my puppies.
San Francisco folkster Jenny Gillespie Mason teamed up some time ago with Rob Shelton, a longtime engineer at John Vanderslice's magical Tiny Telephone studio to create the experimental pop phenom Sis, appearing tonight at the Outer Space for a steal of a show at 7 p.m. A mere $6 will get you through the door and also treat you to an auxiliary showing of two of Humboldt's finest feeling-makers: Mister Moonbeam and Comma Comma.
Full show listings in the Journal's Music and More grid, the Calendar and online. Bands and promoters, send your gig info, preferably with a high-res photo or two, to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Collin Yeo wants to know if anyone can autoclave-clean a Gundam Suit inside and out. He lives in Arcata.