Sunday, October 3, 2010

The Road To Beardtober 2010: The Wrap-Up

It's finally here! Beardtober has begun! And just in time for some lovely fall weather, too! But now begins the long, arduous quest through No-Shave November, Beard-mas, and of course, Manuary. So here's the final photos... (click for full size)

September 27

September 28

September 29

September 30

October 1

And, for good measure, here's the photo of me from way back on September 1st, when I started this journey:

And now, your final tips.
  • Now would be the time to shape your beard, if you intend to do so. First, study your beard to determine when the natural lines are. For the standard beard, you'll want to shave your upper cheeks of those stray fuzzies, and take care of the wings under your ears, by bringing them in line with your sideburns. You may also wish to shave around your neck; in that case, you'll want to bring it up about an inch, or about the same distance as your aforementioned ear wings.
  • If you're nervous about messing up your beard shape, procure an eyebrow pencil and trace the preferred shape in and around your beard before cutting.
  • Maintaining your beard is SO much easier with an electric trimmer. Get one.
  • If your mustache is starting to grow into your mouth, pick up a travel grooming kit from your local drugstore. This should contain (among other things) a small pair of scissors and a comb. Comb the mustache straight down towards your lips, and trim the ends from the corners of your mouth to the center. Use the top of your upper lip as a guide for length, and keep combing as you trim. You'd be surprised how easily stray long hairs can hide.

Until next fall, fellow beard fans.
- Josh

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Road To Beardtober 2010: Week 3

Little late putting this one up. We played a friend's wedding the weekend before last, did a taping in Boston, and then I started my week playing cello for The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. So here's the missing week. I'll be doing a wrap-up on Friday. (click photos for full size)

September 18

September 19

September 20

September 21

September 23

September 24

September 25

Not really any tips this time, as I'm saving a few for the wrap-up. As you can see, my beard has more or less leveled out. At this point, you may wish to think about how you plan to style your beard. If you're feeling adventurous, I recommend the "Friendly Mutton Chops" (think Lemmy from Motorhead). See you on Friday!

Friday, September 17, 2010

The Road To Beardtober 2010: Week 2

WEEK 2! Played some shows, grew some beard. I was a bit lazy with the daily photos due to gigs (and that's going to continue this week). I also picked up a cello that I have to learn to play by next weekend, so that's taking up a lot of time as well. The band's in Boston this weekend for a post-wedding gig, so come on out if you're in the area! Anyway, on to the photos... (click for full size)

September 9

September 10

September 12

September 14

September 15
September 16
And some more beardly tips:
  • At this length, you may want to start shampooing your face. Think about it: you'd shampoo this length of hair if it was on the top of your head, right? You can wait a while to start doing this, but shampooing (and conditioning) will keep the hair soft and manageable, as well as minimizing dandruff and other itchy things.
  • Continue to resist the urge to shave the edges of your beard to create an outline. At this point, you're almost there, but there's no shame in playing it safe.
  • If you have pre-existing facial hair like me, keep trimming it back every few days until it syncs up with the rest. If it's not exact, don't sweat it: once the entire beard grows out, no one will notice.
See you all next week!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

The Road To Beardtober 2010: Week 1

It's been a pretty eventful week for us. We went into Akdar Studios in Bernville, PA, to do a test recording, which came out pretty awesome. I threw a Labor Dabor BBQ, which was also pretty awesome. And, as promised, I've been keeping tabs on my beardiness. So here it is, the week in review... (click photos for full size)

September 02
September 03
September 04
September 05
September 06September 07
September 08

And now, some helpful tips for maintaining your awesome beard:
  1. WASH. YOUR. FACE. I know it sounds like a given, but all that new hair is going to retain even more facial oil and grime than you're used to. Thoroughly wash your infant beard daily to prevent buildup and dandruff.
  2. It's going to be itchy. Really, really itchy. Use a moisturizer if it gets out of hand, but the daily washings will help significantly.
  3. Resist the urge to style. Yes, that means having a neck beard for a little while, but the wait is worth it. The hair lines won't be fully defined for at least 2-3 weeks, but most likely a month, and you risk ruining your beard by attempting to shape it too early.
See you all next week with more photos and tips, and good luck on the road to Beardtober 2010!

- Josh

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The Road To Beardtober 2010: A Photo Essay

Beardtober: A portmanteau of "beard" and "October"; the event of growing a totally awesome beard for the month of October.

For the uninitiated, Beardtober is an annual event of dubious origins (I credit the creation to my old college buddy Charlie), in which participants attempt to grow the best beard they can during the month of September. This adequately prepares one for the events of Beardtober, mostly due to the fact that one now has a beard.

Those who know me, know that I occasionally grow an awesome (or "fuck-off") beard during the winter months. While I've participated in these hirsute festivities before, I've never attempted to document the transformation. To that end, I'll be photographing myself daily during September. Every week, I'll post a progress report showing the week's growth, as well as helpful tips for maintaining your beard, should you choose to join in.

Now behold, the commencement of Beardtober 2010! It should be noted, as I look real funny with no facial hair, I have kept my goatee. I will trim it back as the beard comes in.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Josh's New Job

So...

A few weeks ago, I found an ad on Craigslist simply titled "Music Writers Needed". The job promised a position reviewing albums for an online music magazine, with such perks as free music, free shows, and the chance to interview famous musicians. The only catch: it was an unpaid position. However, they were looking specifically for a metal writer. I said "What the hell?" and responded. A few days later, I was the newest reviewer for MXDWN! I recently completed my first review, which went live a few days ago. In a trial-by-fire twist, the first album I had to cover was only tangentially related to metal. It's TOOL frontman Maynard James Keenan's trip-hop side project Puscifer. Check out the link below, and keep your eyes pointed at my Facebook page and the band's Facebook for more reviews as they come! And if you like it, feel free to click that ol' Like button and/or send it to all your friends! PLEASE feel free.



Monday, August 16, 2010

WIDGET!!!!

So we were messing around with our TuneCore account (which I set up a year ago and promptly forgot that I had) and made you all a little "widget" to play with.

What exactly is a "widget", you ask? I know I did. THIS is a "widget":


Pretty neat, huh? We thought so, and hope you do, too. It has all kinds of cool features like a fully streaming version of our latest EP, "The Sobriquets Are Out Of Style", some photos of us from my Flickr, our videos on YouTube, our Twitter feed, tour dates and more. Please, feel free to share it and embed it on your favorite blog, message board, social networking site, etc. Feel so incredibly free to do so.

If you have any trouble sharing it, e-mail us at band@thesobriquets.com and we'll send you the HTML code ourselves.

Hope everyone is enjoying their summer, and we'll see you all from the stage real soon (you could use the widget to find out when and where, it is that useful).

-Dan

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Dan's Take On The Film "Inception"

It's been a quiet little while since we've updated from Camp De Guerre, due mostly to us taking a bit of time off after tour and going about our real lives. I found I've had more time to do things lately, such as throwing out a third of the contents of my apartment, spending time with my wife while she's not immersed in academia (I am now the proud husband of a Master of Art History), going to shows that I am not playing in (saw The Melvins with Josh and they absolutely blew us away) and in general just enjoying life at a slightly less hectic pace. That and going to work. But you all know how that goes.

I've also had a chance to get to the local cinema this summer. I know what you're thinking: "Dan, summer is full of a bunch of over-budgeted schlock designed simply to drive ticket sales for a week or so, and then be quickly replaced by the next pile of refuse! I thought you had culture!" My answer to this is: "Yes and no! I do enjoy many cultural, high-minded things. I also enjoy eating popcorn in frigid air-conditioning and watching shit blow up! I am well-rounded to a fault."

So I saw "Inception" today, which has been a highly trumpeted film of the summer, is supposed to both be THE film of the season and also maybe plug the oil leak in the Gulf, mend the schism of national politics and reunite the lineup of The Smiths. I don't know if it did any of these things (Morrissey still seems to be a hold-out), but it did do what a movie is supposed to do: make me forget about everything else for its running time.

You've probably read some reviews and heard a whole lot of hype about "Inception". You've heard references to its supposedly convoluted plot-line and hard-to-follow fantasy universe. Let me put these fears to rest. If you were able to watch "The Matrix" and took away from it more than a late-night image of Carrie-Anne Moss in leather, than you should do fine. There is nothing in this film that anyone who slogged through all six seasons of LOST can't wrap their noggin' around. Also, at two and half hours, it is a much smaller time commitment, and contains trace amounts of Michael Caine.

I'm attempting to give you a brief rundown of the plot without ruining anything. If you're one of those people who doesn't like to know anything before watching a film, then click that little "X" in the upper right-hand corner of the browser (or nondescript red dot if you're a Mac).

Basically, it's pretty simple. In this world, people can enter your dreams, where your mental defenses are severely lowered, and take information from you that you would not normally share while awake. There are people who are paid good money to do this, and they are called extractors. Leo DiCaprio, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Ellen Page, Tom Hardy; these guys are all extractors and are apparently very good at it. And there are all these rules when you're in a dream about how to conduct yourself. You can alter the physical reality of the dream, you can alter your physical appearance in the dream (if you've studied the person that you are going to impersonate, no cheesy tear-off masks a la "Mission: Impossible" here). At it's core, you essentially steal the information you need from the person, usually from a safe (this is the dreaming person's manifestation of keeping their secrets hidden). Then you need to get out, preferably without them knowing you were ever there, and leave them thinking it was (you guessed it) all a dream.

In order to make it an interesting movie, the team is charged with the task not to take but to implant an idea in the heir (Cillian Murphy) to a major energy empire's head via a dream. The idea is the he dissolve his late father's conglomerate so that a rival (Ken Watanabe) does not get pushed out because of a massive monopoly. This is thought impossible in their world (the implanting, not the monopoly), but the team soldiers on to do it anyway (there are motives from Leo's character that I won't get into so as not to give everything away). And there are of course complications in accomplishing this task. And explosions. And shooting. Lots of shooting. This is where the baser, less refined part of my brain gets all smiley and giddy.

But the biggest reason this whacko-brained sci-fi concept works as a coherent film is because it sets rules on its universe and works within those rules. Unlike "The Matrix", where all of a sudden Keanu can bend the very fabric of existence with no consequences, "Inception" sets out its rules and sets out the consequences to the rules. If the dreamer starts to realize that their mind is being invaded, they will try and dismantle the dream, which involves a physical dismantling of the physical surroundings (this is where the cool shit start happening, buildings collapsing and such). If the invaders wish to alter the physical landscape, they can. There is an absolutely dynamite sequence where Ellen Page's character bends a city street at a ninety degree angle, creating an Escher-like skew on perspective. The reel could have broken right after that, and I would have been still pretty satisfied with my movie experience. However, alter the world too much and the dreamer's mind senses something is wrong, and all its sub-conscious imprints (read: extras in the scene) will attack you in defense. Rules. Consequences. Consistency. I love it. This is where the high-minded, story-oriented part of my brain gives an approving nod.

I've boiled this film down to a basic idea for a movie-goer: it is an excellent mix of high-minded plot and story with healthy doses of cool shit happening. You do not get so bogged down in the minutiae of how the dream-invading works on a chemical level (and they do employ a chemist to regulate the sleep) that you lose interest, and on the flip-side, it is not by any means a non-stop thrill ride of explosions and catastrophe. This is how I like my sci-fi: just give me the gist of the technology (I know it's advanced, you fool), show it to me in the context of this world you've created, and then show me it doing incredibly cool things. Substance and 'splosions, that's pretty much my action film criteria.

The film does not take you for a complete idiot, and in granting you that courtesy, proceeds to reveal itself layer by layer in a careful and well-paced manner, giving you the shock-and-awe when necessary, and giving you the explanation when needed as well (Page's character as the newbie to their world acts as an excellent device for explanation, as you are asking the questions she is asking out loud at almost the same time). If you found "Transformers 2" to be your be-all-end-all action movie choice, maybe you should pass on this one. "Inception" has no interest in being a franchise, selling you a lunch box or getting it's own cartoon spin-off. It was not a cult graphic novel with a bastion of die-hard fans to dissect it, nor an obscure novel. It is an idea thought up for and executed in the medium of modern film. It is an original idea, with no history or mythology and no product tie-ins. Honestly, when was the last time you saw an action movie that was all those things.

I could go on for more paragraphs about the acting, the casting choices (it even makes Tom Berenger look good), the location shots and the special effects. But a good movie renders all these things individually useless by calling attention to none of them, and simply letting them exist in the universe that was created for them. And "Inception" is a very good movie.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

How Josh Single-Handedly Destroyed His Band's Reputation As Philly's Least-Tattooed Band: A (single) Photo Essay

It all started in the car on the way home from a gig. Having just played the Pillar Lounge in Reading, PA, we were driving home (or more accurately, Dan was driving) and Dio's 1983 classic Holy Diver was the album of choice. Because you are the driver. You own the road. Somehow, we got into a discussion about the merits of Ronnie James Dio vs. Ozzy Osbourne, and after having the Internet prove that Dio is in fact several years older than Ozzy, I also informed everyone that Dio was suffering from stomach cancer. His website indicated that the chemotherapy was working, the treatments were becoming less frequent, and Dio had plans to return to touring with Heaven & Hell (a reformation of the Dio-era Black Sabbath) as soon as he was better. Offhand, I mentioned that if Dio should for some insane reason NOT survive, that I intended to get a memorial tattoo to commemorate his life, and his impact on mine.

Sure enough, two weeks later, Dan calls me to break the news: Ronnie James Dio had lost his battle with the dragon. He was 67. Right then, I remembered I had a promise to keep.

Over drinks (because Dio was DEAD, dammit!), I told my ladyfriend about my vow, and that I intended to keep it. After some discussion, we settled on ground rules: no colors, and no birth/death dates. I said I'd sleep on it to see if I really wanted to go through with it, and I did a bit of research to find the perfect place. Thanks to the good folks at Yelp, I chose Olde City Tattoo on 2nd and Chestnut. When I woke up this morning, I was still committed. And off I went. But before that, I printed out a graphic of the Dio band logo.

Interesting side note: If you look at the logo upside down and don't mind that some letters run together, it reads "devil".

I drove up to Olde City around 1:30, parked, and went into the shop. I was greeted by a very lovely young woman named Jamie, who took my printout, got all the necessary details, and scheduled me for 6:30 that night. Appropriately enough, I heard Black Sabbath's Heaven And Hell playing on the stereo, which was a good enough omen for me. A little bummed that I'd have to wait, I returned home and did some laundry, assorted household chores, etc. I just hoped I could maintain my excitement until then, although the $40 cash deposit helped to ensure that.

I returned at the appointed time and met Smitty, a large, imposing, and heavily tattooed individual who would also be my artist for the evening. He led me to the chair and gloved up, then sterilized my shoulder and shaved the area. He applied what I can only describe as a temporary tattoo tracing of the design to my shoulder, checked the placement, then had me look at it in the mirror. Satisfied with its location, we began some of the longest minutes of my life.
He removed a fresh fine point needle attachment from a sterile bag, hooked it up to the power supply, and started with the outline of the letters. It was not as painful as I had imagined, mostly like getting a series of very tiny shots again and again. Certain areas were more painful, but overall very bearable. The fine point work took about 25 minutes, at which time he let the work rest and applied some salve which changing to the larger shading needle. I hadn't been watching much, because really, who wants to see themselves getting stabbed repeatedly for any length of time, but I glanced down now. I was so far pleased with the progress. It actually looked good as it was, and I thought about stopping there, but I decided against it. If Dio could handle stomach cancer for six months, I could deal with something poking me for a little while longer.

Smitty began the shading, which was MUCH more painful than the fine work. The process is the same as shading on a piece of paper, except it's your damn arm. This part only took 20 minutes, thankfully. I had been taking Smitty's advice to keep breathing, and it definitely paid off here. After a while, you sort of tune the pain out and focus on the Van Halen record on the radio. The shading completed, Smitty applied a heavy coat of ointment, and let me take a look on the mirror. My first reaction: "DIO!" Second: "This is for real-real now." Smitty put a bandage on it, gave me the care instructions (and a free sample bottle of Lubriderm to keep it moisturized), I gave him $60 more dollars, and said goodbye.

As I headed home, all I could think about was what I had just done to myself, and how the damn thing was starting to burn. Upon arrival, I lifted my shirt to show my ladyfriend and discovered that the tattoo was bleeding much more than I expected. I dutifully left the bandage on the requisite two hours, then washed it off and put some Lubriderm on. At this point 4 hours later, it's just a little itchy, and still bleeding lightly. So how'd it turn out? Was it worth the 45 minutes of Lilliputian spearing? And the possible loss of this T-shirt? Take a look for yourself.

You're damn right it was.

I'll miss you, Dio. But your music will live on in my heart, and your sweet sweet logo on my arm.

RONNIE JAMES DIO
1942-2010

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Last Weekend's Fests: A Wrap Up by Dan with More Pictures by Dan (Part 2)

Saturday, 3/27/10: Fetzer Fest III, Allentown, PA

We made it home from NJ in four pieces, retired to our varying homes and awoke rested and ready for fest #2. When we arrived at The Sterling Hotel, it seemed clear that a) most people had way more information about anything going on than we did and b) we were going to have to learn some Avenged Sevenfold covers or something right quick. There is this genre of American hard rock that sprang out of the NuMetal scene between say, 1999 and 2002, that seems to permeate the lesser populated sections of most states. I do not know what to call it, it does not seem to have a name. I don't know how to explain it, just imagine if you based your entire band's style off of MTV's Headbangers' Ball and its immediate proteges, and then STOPPED taking in any new information. I think I may have just explained it. Trust me; like pornography, you know it when you see it.

I think I eventually found a roster on some swag-cluttered table that listed us as playing at 6:30pm on "The Chill Stage". Apparently, the stage is named this because it is on a sheltered, outdoor patio and is in fact much colder than the other stages, which are fully surrounded by walls.

At this point in our arrival (45 minutes or so), I am quite unhappy with a lot of things about the day so far. I am unhappy with the organizers for giving us almost no info about things like back line, running order, set times, etc. I am unhappy with James for booking us on this thing without bothering to find out what kind of fest it was. I am unhappy with the Hot-Topic-wannabe-metal-kids who keep trying to cadge cigarettes off of me. So I do what I do best: I go outside so as not to draw the rest of the band into my little spiral of unhappiness, and bring everyone down, man.

Happening upon a group of young musicians, I blend into the wall. They see me, but do not ask me for cigarettes, so I relax a little. I get drawn into their chat, and before I know it we're all talking about King Crimson records and guitar gear and general guys-in-bands stuff. These guys are in a band from Long Island called SingleSpade, and while I share very little in common with them musically, they were awesome guys and pretty much single-handedly turned my day around. So thanks, guys, wherever you are now.

Back inside at the bar, I get some JW and watch Brooklyn's The Whispering Tree, whom we've played with before. They have the unenviable task of being the first band to play for the day, and are doing it at the end of the crowded barroom while a much, MUCH louder band sound-checks in the next room. Here we have a female pianist and vocalist and a French male guitarist attempting to play their subtly gorgeous tunes and they are just getting swallowed. But they are such pros, they roll with it.

It becomes clearer to me that maybe I'm just being a huge alpha-control-freak about everything that day, and I should just re-fuckin'-lax. So I do. With my pal Johnnie Walker.

Playing in the slot right before us were The Dreamscapes Project from Fairfax, VA (coincidentally right around the area where we recorded "The Sobriquets Are Out of Style"). These guys were absolutely great, their wise-cracking, 3D glasses-wearing frontman Keith was the perfect amount of loud, boorish and energetic that keeps it fun. And any band that shows up to hard-rock fest with cellist and covers The Smiths at a hard-rock fest gets points in my book. They get us loosened up in order to play. It also helps that I think we're all a bit buzzed from drinking all afternoon as well. I run into some guys in a band called Kagero, whom we played with about three years ago. They are a gypsy-folk-punk band, and they are killer live performers. I'm starting to feel a little more amongst our element than I had earlier in the day.

By the time we start setting up, it's clear that we're all ready to play. The Dreamscapes Project has assuaged our fears that we do not belong here, or at the very least, we don't belong here right along with them. In an attempt to "bring the rock", I decide to turn my 30 watt combo amp all the way up in order to fill the room (they have not been miking amps). For about a minute, I'm getting sweet, tube driven tone. Then, with that familiar sound, I hear the tube fuzz out and die. I now have a dead amp and we have to play in about 60 seconds.

Luckily, one of the sound crew is watching the whole fiasco and runs out of the room to return with a 150 watt head that he puts onstage behind me on top of 4x10 speaker cabinet. You don't have to be a gear-geek to follow the difference: take my amp and multiply it physically and sonically by four. That's what I get to play through now. I am slightly ecstatic.

The set came off pretty well, great energy, the kind of locked-in playing we've been able to pull of consistently over the last several months or so. Kagero is on next, too! They get the whole crowd going, dancing in a circle up by the front of the stage. And now that the set is finally over, I find I don't mind hanging out here that much after all. See how the story arc moved me from one place to another, making me a better person and even learning something, too? Isn't it great we're all better people because of this?
But seriously, we had a great time. Our fest-weekend was a success, we met a lot of new bands and got to see some old friends. And all the food was significantly cheaper than in Cape May, which was a huge plus.

-Dan

Last Weekend's Fests: A Wrap-Up by Dan with Pictures by Dan (Part 1)

So first and foremost, we are chastising ourselves severely for being away from the blogiverse (Is that even a word? Will James yell at me about the spelling?) for so long. That's the downside of being a working band, we spend a lot of our lives working on (less fun) things that are not The Sobriquets, and this makes us forget to do things like update the blog, restring our instruments, check the tubes in our amplifiers (more on that in Part 2), etc.

Let's travel back in time, shall we? Last weekend (March 26th-27th, to be exact) we had the great fortune of playing two festivals in the Mid-Atlantic region.

We've been doing this fest since its inception in 2008, back when we were a lowly three-piece with one record to our name and severe lack of back beat. It's a great fest, put on by the same people who do the Millennium Music Conference in Harrisburg, PA, and they do a superb job every year of keeping things running tightly and on schedule. They offer up two days and nights of bands as well as some great musicians' panels where independent artists get together and talk about all the nuts-and-bolts of being an independent musician (marketing, booking, branding, production, distribution, and so on).

James, Josh and Nick arrived in Cape May early on Friday to partake in panels and general knowledge gathering. I had to work (big surprise), but met up with them in the evening in time to play our set at The Ugly Mug in downtown Cape May. But first, we ran around the rather chilly beach like fools for a bit.



We got to play with a handful of really great acts, like Kelly Carvin and the Future (who featured an absolutely astounding guitar player that they apparently met that day at the hotel and asked to sit in), True Witness, fellow Philadelphians New Liberty and The Dead End Cruisers (who we would hang out with the following day at Fetzer Fest). Everyone played a great set, and it was refreshing to do a show with so much camaraderie between bands who had just met each other that day. We all came from different places and we all approach playing music differently, but it's great to be amongst high-quality musicians who are supportive of one another, rather than being spiky and cold to each other. Warm feelings all around!

I would also like to note that it was the first year at Cape May where it did not rain biblically on us. That's the risk you run doing a fest at The Shore in March, and we were happy to be able to be outside for parts of it.
More pics and video will be posted via The Sobriquets on Facebook as I get them finished up. Not a fan of The Sobriquets on Facebook? Make it happen, you can see all kinds of documentation of shenanigans on the road, as well as some of the serious work (playing music) as well.
-Dan
Coming up: Part II of the Fest Weekend featuring Fetzer Fest in Allentown, PA.