<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660</id><updated>2011-12-06T14:55:25.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Powerhouse.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-112257010672788130</id><published>2005-07-28T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T13:01:46.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The house is closed for now, but a new project here at Weekend Ink-- a collaborative media blog that covers the Sunday papers a la Romenesko, Fishbowl, Gawker, etc. It really is much better than anything below.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/112257010672788130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/112257010672788130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112257010672788130' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-111497587953835206</id><published>2005-05-01T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T15:31:19.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Making Their Argument: A Weekend with the Harvard Policy Debate TeamIn 1962, Harvard debate coach Dallas Perkins’ father clowned the entire state of Texas. At the time, the state was swept up in a minor temperance movement that gave towns the power to set their own alcohol laws. Dallas’ family lived on a cluster of farms outside the bone-dry quarters of Abilene in northern Texas, part of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/111497587953835206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/111497587953835206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111497587953835206' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-111021886020954343</id><published>2005-03-07T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T13:14:12.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Covering Summers: How Larry Got His ReputationFifteen MinutesWhen he first got the job, Lawrence H. Summers thought this whole Harvard president thing would be a breeze. After all, it couldn’t be any tougher than what he’d already been through in Washington.He’d worked there for almost a decade, first as chief economist at the World Bank and eventually as Bill Clinton’s Treasury Secretary. In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/111021886020954343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/111021886020954343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111021886020954343' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-110913731860985684</id><published>2005-02-23T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T00:41:58.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNCHARTED WATERS #2TRL might have lost some of its relevance with the departure of Carson Daly, but it’s still more exciting than Billboard, if only because new songs shuffle in and out a lot faster and new entries are more common. Plus, borderline acts like Jesse McCartney and Simple Plan would never have a chance at breaking the official top 10, and the TRL charts give them a chance to bask </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/110913731860985684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/110913731860985684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110913731860985684' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-110913721000307251</id><published>2005-02-23T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T12:45:49.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cosby Honors PoussaintCrimson NewsBill Cosby joined hundreds of Harvard Medical School (HMS) alums on Saturday to honor famed civil rights activist and Professor of Psychiatry Alvin F. Poussaint at an extensive all-day tribute.Poussaint, who serves as Associate Dean for Student Affairs at HMS, has been on the cutting edge of the mental health field since the 1960s. A pioneer in the civil rights </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/110913721000307251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/110913721000307251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110913721000307251' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-110913712702765326</id><published>2005-02-23T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T00:38:47.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stars- Set Yourself On FireCrimson ArtsThe new album from Broken Social Scene affiliate group Stars begins with a warning, “If there is nothing left to burn, you must set yourself on fire.” The song that follows it, however, is no stomper as one might expect, but rather an upbeat, reflective eulogy to a ruined old relationship. The song ends in a chorus of “I’m not sorry I met you, I’m not sorry </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/110913712702765326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/110913712702765326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110913712702765326' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-110913696198045775</id><published>2005-02-23T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T12:47:29.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another largely uninspired column, now running biweekly in the crimson.UNCHARTED WATERS #1There are several forces pulling at the Single these days, with the convenience of iTunes and quick downloads reintroducing our short attention spans to the full-length LP and FM radio’s influence continuing to dwindle because none of us drive. Pop music has to find other ways to seep into our consciousness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/110913696198045775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/110913696198045775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110913696198045775' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-110059644175964910</id><published>2004-11-16T04:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T04:14:01.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eminem: EncoreCrimson ArtsIt’s Friday now and that means it’s been almost a week since ODB died of presumed heart failure in a Brooklyn recording studio. Which is absolutely horrible, because as great as Eminem is, ODB was greater-- wilder, looser, more natural and generally less packed with baggage. There’s some rot in Eminem, some ugly bitterness and insecurity that has not gone away despite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/110059644175964910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/110059644175964910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110059644175964910' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-109548764448827148</id><published>2004-09-18T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T02:09:06.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drew Heidgerken: Punk Rock's Lonely ElephantDrew Heidgerken doesn’t look too punk these days. With a few whiskers by his nose and a thin goatee, he drives around his Bridgeport neighborhood in a blue Mustang, wearing white t-shirts and thinking about his job and his political career. The metal spiked leather jacket he donned as a college student only sees light when the air gets too cold, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109548764448827148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109548764448827148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109548764448827148' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-109433732313665764</id><published>2004-09-04T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T21:11:04.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chris Ware- The Nicest Oak Parker Ever It’s tempting to write an intro here proclaiming that the ghost of Oak Park’s Ernest Hemingway has returned home in the body of cartoonist Chris Ware—that the tradition of deceptive simplicity and minimalism has not only been preserved but kept within the village gates. I’d do it, too, but the inconsistencies are too glaring for a proper setup. Chris Ware </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109433732313665764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109433732313665764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109433732313665764' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-109103258715942721</id><published>2004-07-28T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T12:19:47.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scoville Park: The Rise and Fall of a MonumentSix years ago, Scoville Park was a busy place, bustling with teenagers who would go there after school and hang out with their friends while they waited for the southbound bus. Dozens of kids would swarm the place everyday and stick around until dinnertime--making jokes, smoking cigarettes and playing hacky-sack by the statue.Then some older kids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109103258715942721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109103258715942721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109103258715942721' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-109062716396090311</id><published>2004-07-23T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T17:07:41.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Cult of Vector Marketing Slices Through Oak Park   An international corporation is harvesting your children, and it's arming them with knives. Sharp ones, too, and if Cutco International’s standard sales pitch is to be believed, the kids are getting the very best product around—the World’s Finest Cutlery and, according to some former employees, the world’s weirdest, most secretive sales </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109062716396090311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109062716396090311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109062716396090311' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-109029497456910100</id><published>2004-07-19T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T23:42:54.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Willy brings the Doom: http://www.crimeandjudy.com/doom/arabianmix2.mp3http://www.crimeandjudy.com/doom/biteymix2.mp3http://www.crimeandjudy.com/doom/throatmix2.mp3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109029497456910100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109029497456910100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109029497456910100' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-109021999165465115</id><published>2004-07-19T02:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T02:54:10.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whiteco Faces More Criticism From Its Future NeighborsWednesday JournalHaving significantly scaled back their proposal for the Harlem and Ontario development site, Whiteco Residential hoped that its detractors in Oak Park would be satisfied. Instead, they were louder than ever last Wednesday, returning to the same questions and criticisms they’ve been hurling at the development firm since they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109021999165465115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109021999165465115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109021999165465115' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-109013384012983562</id><published>2004-07-18T02:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T02:57:20.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forest Park Police Trained for Stun Gun OperationForest Park Review Five Forest Park police officers were certified last week to train their colleagues in the operation of an advanced electrical stun gun which has recently come under criticism in the national press. The Taser guns resemble normal pistols in shape, and they are used by police across the country as an alternative to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109013384012983562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/109013384012983562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109013384012983562' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-108993455548240074</id><published>2004-07-15T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T19:35:55.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Review: Coffee and Cigarettes by Jim JarmuschWednesday Journal Express! SectionCoffee and Cigarettes started out as a skit on Saturday Night Live—a short five minute dialogue between Roberto Benigni and Stephen Wright in which the mismatched duo drink espressos and smoke in a seedy, anonymous café. It was made in 1986, and in the years following its release, director Jim Jarmusch made a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108993455548240074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108993455548240074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108993455548240074' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-108963733935357362</id><published>2004-07-12T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T09:02:19.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Young Democrats Organize Rock Show For ObamaWednesday JournalWhen Howard Dean ran for the Democratic nomination last winter, snarky detractors said it was a shame that high school kids couldn’t vote. That fact doesn’t seem to bother the Young Democrats of Oak Park, who are sponsoring a youth-oriented benefit concert this Sunday for U.S. Senate nominee Barack Obama at the Oak Park Arts Center.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108963733935357362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108963733935357362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108963733935357362' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-108963726863657021</id><published>2004-07-12T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T09:01:08.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Local Churches Adjust To Transitional PainsWednesday JournalWhile the U.S. government continues to oversee a turbulent power struggle in Iraq, Oak Park will be home to a few challenging turnovers of its own as several area priests vacate their posts and leave the daunting, uncertain task of interim administration to their congregants.According to John Edwards, the senior warden at Christ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108963726863657021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108963726863657021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108963726863657021' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-108910274643998329</id><published>2004-07-06T04:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T04:34:43.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Narcotics Anonymous Prepares To MoveWednesday JournalThe last twelve months have seen an era of détente on the 800 block of South Taylor, as residents patiently wait for the neighboring Narcotics Anonymous facility to pack its bags and move out of their neighborhood.After almost five years of lobbying Village Hall, the N.A. building is set to relocate by the end of the month, and neighbors </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108910274643998329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108910274643998329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108910274643998329' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-108880472938976118</id><published>2004-07-02T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T17:58:44.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chicago Digital is a secret. Despite the massive file cabinet of frequent buyer cards sitting behind the front desk, I estimate we get no more than 200 unique customers a week-- many of them buying one-off Christmas C’s and many more dropping hundreds of dollars on rare classical and jazz reissues. It’s a specialty store if there ever was one, so I always think it’s funny when Chris Miller, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108880472938976118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108880472938976118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108880472938976118' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-108846218471170519</id><published>2004-06-28T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T18:36:24.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lutherans 'Confess Sins' Against Gays In Ceremony at Good Shepherd Church Wednesday JournalIn a symbolic reversal of traditional Christian ritual, a group of six Lutheran pastors "confessed their church's sins" on Saturday night in front of Oak Park's Good Shepherd Lutheran Church. In a scripted liturgy titled "Confession and Absolution," the pastors asked God to forgive their church's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108846218471170519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108846218471170519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108846218471170519' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-108846189936474718</id><published>2004-06-28T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T18:31:39.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Young Chefs Strap on Their Aprons at Culinary SchoolForest Park ReviewFourteen-year-old Nick Sheridan used to eat nothing but happy meals and restaurant food for dinner. Then he learned how to cook, and he's been making three-course meals for his family ever since.Nick says his interest began with a simple grilled cheese sandwich, but by the time I met him at Forest Park’s Flavour Cooking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108846189936474718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108846189936474718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108846189936474718' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-108846166277170560</id><published>2004-06-28T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T18:27:42.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oak Park Cops Trained for Mental Illness ConductWednesday JournalTwo years ago, University of Chicago Law School professor Mark Heyrman was calling the Cook County Jail the "largest mental hospital in Illinois," telling the Chicago Tribune that there were more people with mental illnesses in Illinois' state prisons than in all of its psychiatric institutions combined.Part of the problem, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108846166277170560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108846166277170560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108846166277170560' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-108846146642670661</id><published>2004-06-28T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T18:24:26.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obama a No-Show at Oak Park FundraiserOak Park Wednesday JournalA fundraising benefit for Barrack Obama, the Democratic nominee for the U.S. Senate race in Illinois, should have been a stress-free triumph this past Sunday given Republican Jack Ryan’s recent withdrawal from the race. But as the hundred or so registered guests got ready for the high-profile Oak Park party, they each received a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108846146642670661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108846146642670661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108846146642670661' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-108154335472223301</id><published>2004-04-09T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T16:46:18.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Havana Affair #3: These Chicks Don't Even Know the Name of My BandNo more than one repeat from last week, on first glance, and most definitely no Outkast songs. In other news, the new Avril song is horrible. D-12's “My Band” is single of the year. Usher sold a lot of albums. And “I’m Still In Love With You” by Sean Paul and Sasha will change everything. 10. Britney Spears - ToxicThe charts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108154335472223301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/108154335472223301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108154335472223301' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-107919455546389920</id><published>2004-03-13T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T11:26:48.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lese Majesty - Mikohttp://www.people.fas.harvard.edu/~neyfakh/LM.mp3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/107919455546389920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/107919455546389920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107919455546389920' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-107847507959187481</id><published>2004-03-05T03:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T03:28:09.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Enormous Radio - Class of '96http://www.people.fas.harvard.edu/~neyfakh/ER.mp3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/107847507959187481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/107847507959187481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107847507959187481' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-107816115549718265</id><published>2004-03-01T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T12:15:28.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Liars - They Were Wrong So We DrownedCrimson ArtsSheesh, talk about a worthless album. Not since all those Sonic Youth noise records have I been clobbered over the head with something so disappointingly unlistenable and uninspired. At least the folks behind SY had the decency to release that shit under a different name and label, admitting from the outset that the meager effort they put in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/107816115549718265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/107816115549718265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107816115549718265' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-107620842021072305</id><published>2004-02-07T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T02:14:50.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Havana Affair #2: Her Breasts Were the Best and Her Fanny Mah Lord!It’s been about two months since the last rundown, yet there’s still a few songs that have held on to the top after all this time. Just goes to show you how slowly the American chart moves, and how predictable the whole thing can be week after week. Unfortunately, we did miss “Milkshake,” “Through the Wire,” and “It’s My Life.” </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/107620842021072305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/107620842021072305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107620842021072305' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-10693812073510657</id><published>2003-11-20T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:20:44.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jay -Z - The Black AlbumJay-Z is Michelangelo’s David. And Borges’ Funes. His Jaromir Hladik. Tortured, in other words, because it’s lonely at the top, but conscious of the fact that he can go no further, climb no higher, get no better. He’s been marvelous, it’s a fact, but adjusting your standards really is a bitch, isn’t it? Even worse is trying to reconcile the difference in the expectations</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/10693812073510657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/10693812073510657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10693812073510657' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-106868432625720760</id><published>2003-11-12T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T15:49:15.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasy Gangsters British Sea Power Make Waves British Sea Power come from a small coastal town in England, where the winds mix with saltwater and woodland air to forge an atmosphere of gloom, wavering peace and faint, distant storming that only the dogs can feel. The world ends everyday there, apparently, if the brooding, dissonant Decline of British Sea Power is any reflection.   	Inspired </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106868432625720760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106868432625720760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106868432625720760' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-106859246358465818</id><published>2003-11-11T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:49:31.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todd said this wouldn't be plagiarism, and I think I refer to Swygart enough that that's obvious. Meh.Havana Affair #1Billboard Top 10 Week of 11/10/03Harvard IndependentThere’s a few problems with adapting William “Bloody” Swygart’s top 20 UK countdown commentary to the American Billboard charts. Most importantly, the US market doesn’t have a niche for CD singles, so any chart that ranks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106859246358465818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106859246358465818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106859246358465818' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-106753649987710018</id><published>2003-10-30T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T14:04:58.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Death Cab For Cutie Goes Away to CollegeHarvard IndependentDeath Cab For Cutie are changing, and it feels weird. They’ve been at it for a while now, evolving through technology and technique ever since they made 1999's Something About Airplanes on a simple, poorly equipped eight track tape recorder. Their progress is a classic case of technical proficiency growing by leaps and bounds- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106753649987710018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106753649987710018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106753649987710018' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-106719996058736470</id><published>2003-10-26T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T15:26:18.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Strokes - Room on FireCrimson 2003Stop worrying, dear young hopefuls, they’ve done it. Breathe your sighs of relief, for the boys have not yet let us down. Fuck a sophomore slump- Room on Fire is a masterpiece. It’s been three summers now since the Modern Age EP came out, three summers since the Strokes first stumbled over and imparted their gift on us... three hot summers now of running</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106719996058736470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106719996058736470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106719996058736470' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-106710072571715037</id><published>2003-10-25T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T12:52:08.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Make a Lot of Noise When We Come Through the ClubPresent Magazine 2003I’m standing outside Kirkland House on Monday the 20th, waiting for democratic presidential candidate John Kerry to roll up in his car and give our crowd the going over, the opportunity to hear em speak’n’say his policy and his plans and promises, his mahfuckin doctrine of moral code, enunciated in what should have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106710072571715037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106710072571715037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106710072571715037' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-106576923798329702</id><published>2003-10-10T03:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T20:15:34.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crimson arts can eat it!The French Kicks Live at the Axis 10/08/03	The French Kicks are nobodies.	You’ve probably never heard of them, and neither has America. They’ve been mentioned in passing in the same breath as the Strokes and the Libertines, occasionally. Pillars of the rock renaissance, kind of. An exciting new band, if you’re into that scene, raising hairs and eyebrows and taking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106576923798329702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106576923798329702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106576923798329702' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-106576063528347476</id><published>2003-10-10T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T00:37:14.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is me, selling out! hahah no fuck youBritish Sea PowerTheir name first appeared a year ago alongside bands like the Coral and the Music, mentioned in passing by the trigger happy, hype obsessed NME. Since, no one’s known quite what to make of them, as their debut album, The Decline of British Sea Power, is categorically schizophrenic, undefinable, and most certainly not a part of any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106576063528347476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106576063528347476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106576063528347476' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-106559236067453874</id><published>2003-10-08T01:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T01:52:40.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A People’s History of the Dismemberment Plan It might be a mere coincidence that the Dismemberment Plan put out their first posthumous release on the same day that Tupac Shakur put out his tenth. On the other hand, October 7 may just be The Day for labels to release useless, uninspired cash-ins instead of real records. See also the three new Culture Club reissues, and the remastered version of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106559236067453874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106559236067453874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106559236067453874' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-106499145720477455</id><published>2003-10-01T02:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T02:50:43.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doom Buggy Versus the BeastThursday, July 3, 2003. I’m standing outside of Pilgrim Church in beautiful midwestern Oak Park, Illinois. It’s about six in the evening and the Flatland Music Festival is scheduled to begin in a half hour. The concert is an unparalleled undertaking. Billed as the basement show to end all basement shows, it promised to unite the best of the young moderns of our own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106499145720477455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106499145720477455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106499145720477455' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-106429322331920429</id><published>2003-09-23T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T01:00:23.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Atmosphere - Seven's TravelsOkay so while top 40 hip hop continues to get better and better, innovating and creating new sounds, forging new attitudes and essentially perfecting the art of the pop song, the sad codgers of the underground are fighting harder than ever to convince their equally sad, equally codgery fanbase that being smart and writin literal metaphors and savin up yer money’s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106429322331920429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106429322331920429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106429322331920429' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-106427419391784196</id><published>2003-09-22T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T19:43:13.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106427419391784196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/106427419391784196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106427419391784196' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-95515423</id><published>2003-06-10T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T14:09:15.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Havana Affair via Stylus #1 Im listening right now to the greatest of late night songs, “steadier footing” by death cab for cutie, a song that laments so many of the things i do that it’s not quite comfortable... from the empty feeling you get when you either come home from a party or stay home alone while your friends empty out the door in cabs and cars... to the feeling that you’ve blown your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/95515423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/95515423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95515423' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-94421178</id><published>2003-05-15T20:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T20:57:58.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#1: Wild RogerNo real way to describe our living situation at the time... leave it that we were living together, the lot of us, thirty of us. No one had known each other before, and we had to work and sleep close. I won’t bother with telling what we were doing there, because I’m pretty sure that it isn’t important... all you have to know is that we had a big room where we spent our nights and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/94421178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/94421178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94421178' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-94421150</id><published>2003-05-15T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T20:57:27.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#2: Ted's New CarnivalAbout two weeks in there was a festival in Bemidji, a small city about an hour away with a general store and an airport. It was the most populous place for miles, and we had to drive there sometimes to buy snacks and tools... They were promising to have two thousand people show up to the festival... an “International” food theme... featuring cooks from all over, six </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/94421150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/94421150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94421150' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-94421119</id><published>2003-05-15T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T20:56:49.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#3: BreakEverybody else was moving boxes onto the common, unloading wares and putting them in piles to carry around the site. Lamps, posters, electronics, books, painted boards from past years. Me and Yao skipped out after some time, taking about a hundred notebooks over to our main house and staying there for about a half hour. Yao pulled out a couple of freeze pops, opened all of em at once </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/94421119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/94421119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94421119' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-94421026</id><published>2003-05-15T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T20:56:18.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#4: Crooksville ParkTwenty four hours off now, the possibilities are endless, go anywhere do anything. We were gonna drive, drive, drive, down to Bemidji, an hour and a half in the wind. This was going to be phenomenal, and we were taking the three of us and Fabrice. Fabrice! I knew him well enough, having worked with him two hours a day doing what we did. He was French, a soccer fan, checked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/94421026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/94421026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94421026' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-89063707</id><published>2003-02-13T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T20:16:31.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wrong Turn - Everyone But You I kept a question in mind as I listened to “Everyone But You” for the first time, a question of loyalty, maybe protection, maybe business interests, something that got me thinking about my responsibility in talking about albums done by my buddies, music created by people I know, people I work with. People I’ve split a bill with, hah! Wrong Turn’s at once the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/89063707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/89063707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89063707' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-86288451</id><published>2002-12-19T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T03:28:11.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kevin Bowman Remembers AmericaI’m feverishly afraid of losing my mind, of becoming schizophrenic. I’ve been reading about it and I found out that 1 out of 100 people get sick with it at some point in their lives- that’s just four of my classes. Might as well be me and for all my neuroses and paranoias, it probably will be.I got drunk one night this summer when my mom and dad were out of town,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/86288451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/86288451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86288451' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-83439418</id><published>2002-10-23T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T23:32:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe for the Cool Beans Zine, if the man likes it.Johnny Socko - Full Trucker EffectI was a seventh grader when ska blew up, just coming out of my Nirvana habit, really fascinated with mail order and cred proceedings, thrown suddenly in my face upon my inception to the kiddoscene. My band was called Section 69 and our big A-side was “Punk Mentality” in which the main verse was “What the hell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/83439418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/83439418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83439418' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-83335040</id><published>2002-10-22T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T00:27:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Havana Affair #3: Christina Aguilera is Still Hot in a Nonhuman Kind Of WayThey took too long to make the new Christina Aguilera record. It’s been four years since the first one came out, an incredibly long time considering how fleeting pop love usually is. I’ve always found it strange when the entertainment industry makes mistakes like that, especially obvious ones that a minute of thought or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/83335040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/83335040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83335040' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-83002753</id><published>2002-10-15T02:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T12:55:45.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two additions today, a live Strokes review and Blazing Arrow review.Of Julian, Rhythm, and DeliveranceThe Strokes, Chicago Aragon Ballroom 10/11/02It doesn’t seem like there’s anything left for the Strokes to prove, having shown life to those who wanted to see it and given the finger to the dumb old naysayers who buried their hearts so deep in their wits that not even music as simply great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/83002753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/83002753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83002753' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-82774270</id><published>2002-10-09T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T22:20:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If the Music’s Gonna Move Me I Gotta Feel it in My FeetThe first time Jojo Richman really spoke to me was this summer, and the song that did it was Roadrunner. I was working at a camp in Minnesota and I met a guy from Milwaukee who had heard of the Modern Lovers, rare for the place and damn exciting for me. He liked them enough that he wanted to listen to them right then and there together with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82774270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82774270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82774270' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-82670710</id><published>2002-10-07T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T23:27:29.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAVANA AFFAIR #2: The Stillbirth of Garage and the StreetsI’m listening to “Journey Through Tyme” by Kenny &amp; The Kasuals, early Tuesday morning around these parts. Spent money again the other day, went and bought the Nuggets boxset, the 4 CD expansion of the original 1973 compilation, ORIGINAL ARTYFACTS FROM THE FIRST PSYCHEDELIC ERA… it’s absolutely great and I’ve never heard of any of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82670710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82670710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82670710' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-82547159</id><published>2002-10-05T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T10:58:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You see I was always the one to ask for Nirvana at dances when I was young, getting me and my fat friends together to yell for it up front while everyone else did the chicken dance behind our backs. I got the DJ to play Lounge Act one time at camp, brought the CD right up to him. Two young Mexican gay guys at the booth, all smiles and BIG OL’ DADDY FM shirts on look at it like I'm crazy. “You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82547159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82547159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82547159' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-82443967</id><published>2002-10-02T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T21:22:23.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For a little background before Havana Affair, here's the first article I wrote about the Hives. The HivesLive at the Cabaret Metro in Chicago 6.5.02I’m sitting here, trying to come up with a rock’n’roll way to characterize the Hives without sounding like an over excited newbie or a skeptical misoneist. What the hell are they? Brilliant but manufactured? CEREBRAL but useless? Those don’t work</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82443967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82443967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82443967' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-82443191</id><published>2002-10-02T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T21:48:31.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Following is a column I do for the paper. I'll be posting them on here whenever they get written.HAVANA AFFAIR #1: Life Changes, Crazy Rhythms, and NellyOver the summer I had to decide whether or not I was going to do this Wrong Opinion business again this year. There was a lot to think about, because on the one hand I think a few of the things I said in there were okay- but on the whole it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82443191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82443191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82443191' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-82443071</id><published>2002-10-02T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T21:49:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sonic Youth BATTLE FOR THE BACK2BACKRecording these days is easy, slap something on tape even the simplest thing and filters and additives can make it sound beautiful. It’s a golden age, and constraints are obsolete. People are doing what they want... get a recording program and play, write a short riff and do it a few times, loop it over and sing the tune. Maybe that’s why rock journalism is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82443071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82443071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82443071' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827660.post-82397844</id><published>2002-10-01T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T21:51:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will add articles and things to Rock Me, Powerhouse as I write them. First few entries, at least today's will be articles I've written recently that I like. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82397844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827660/posts/default/82397844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerhouse.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82397844' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
