They say smell is the sense most tied to memory. A whiff of some scent can send us years into the past, to an emotion long forgotten. But there’s another sense inextricably linked to memory — at least for me. The sense of music. Naysayers in the audience will object: “Music isn’t a sense, dummy! [...]
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A few months ago, I saw The Hot Toddies perform at a local watering hole (figure of speech)[1]. The Oakland-based, all-girl quartet plays an ironic mix of twee surf-pop, girl-group beach party, retro-inspired philspectorism[2]. But the Splenda-sweet melodies and truly brilliant multi-part harmonies are belied by the absurdist and cynical lyrics, ranging in topic from [...]
Last night I went to see The Hot Toddies from Oakland at Audie’s Olympic[1] They’re a four-piece, all-girl[2] band that plays 60s girl-group-inspired tunes heavy on irony and tongue-in-cheekiness (“W W W dot whoa-oh-oh-oh dot com”). They were really good and fun and cetera. Great harmonies, too. But that’s not my point. My companion for [...]