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From Boing Boing: Eccentric diner-menu infodesign
Drill down to the Calvin Trillin article. I only ate here once… naturally, I promptly forgot what it was called and where it was located. It should remain an enigma stuffed in a hollowed-out loaf of bread fried in boiling pickle-juice and garnished with gummy-bear pico de gallo.
An interview by Jay Ruttenberg that appeared in the September 27-October 4, 2001 issue (#313) of Time Out New York. The interview itself took place over the phone on September 8, 2001.
Chill factor: Windy City singer-songwriter Edith Frost nips at our ears and hearts with two new albums
Her voice overflows with an earthy sweetness one typically encounters on dusty country records, yet singer-songwriter Edith Frost ignores distinctions between old and new, city and country, art and kitsch. Her Chicago apartment is loaded with Hello Kitty tchotchkes and cowgirl memorabilia; 15 feet of vinyl eat away at her living room while her hard drive swells with MP3 files. She bought her first modem in 1982, launched her first website in 1994 (it was devoted to cowgirls) and currently maintains a site about her music so thorough that it lists crummy reviews alongside raves and even highlights the portions of her interviews that she deems most embarrassing.
Excerpted from a show review by Sally Jacob that appeared in the Village Voice (New York, NY) in the issue of November 10-16, 1998. It’s reviewing a CMJ showcase I did with Archer Prewitt & Sam Prekop on November 6th at Brownie’s in NYC.
<…> A little bit country, a little bit Chairs Missing, Frost wrapped double down comforters of purr and strum around cool waltz and swing beats (tapped out at this show by Archer Prewitt, who’d just wound up his own gently transporting set). <…>
Another Monday… I had to work of course, and had a good rehearsal with Ryan Hembrey. I can’t believe we’re leaving so soon for this tour, it’s just a little over a week away!
They’re having a big pledge drive on WFMU, my favorite-of-all-favorite freeform radio stations out of East Orange, NJ. Reason I’m mentioning it is because I’m listening tonight (they broadcast over the internet, thank god!) and they played "Never Get Ahead," a really great tune by one of my new-favorite Chicago artists, Bobby Conn. I was so excited to hear it that I e-mailed in to pledge $20 (which is a lot more money than I’d normally be givin’ away!). If you pledge $20 you get to adopt a record, any record in the WFMU library, and whenever that record gets played, they HAVE to mention you as being the adoptive parent. Guess what record I adopted! (No, not MINE, silly! BOBBY’S!!) God, I hope nobody adopted it already. If so, I may have to start a bidding war because I really have my heart set on THAT one.
…Wow, they just announced it, I DO get that record!! whoo-hoo!! That just totally made my day.
Excerpted from an article by Franklin Bruno that appeared in the Village Voice (New York, NY). The article was called "For the Sake of the Song" and talked about Smog and other indie bands.
<…> Recording under her own name, an indie heresy, Frost is perfectly at ease with her gentle strum, clear voice (more Emmylou Harris clarity than Lilith Fair acrobatic), and modest, country-inflected songs. Frost’s earthy sentiments — "Ahh… we’ll snort with pleasure/Ahh… we’ll forego washing" — are not those of the ice-maiden producer Rian Murphy sometimes seems to want her to portray, though David Grubbs’s piano on "Follow" and the harmonium and cymbals of "Denied" have their own sonic appeal. (Reportedly, her current touring band plays these songs markedly differently.)
A review by Ben Ratliff that appeared in the New York Times…
Edith Frost, a 32-year-old refugee from an underground country-music scene in New York who is now based in Chicago, has made a debut album that’s built to last. More to the point, it’s almost designed for a long wait before its discovery, with its close-to-the-vest inward guilelessness, its austerity and desolate emotionalism.
A review of my first EP that appeared in Number Two (New York, NY) at some point in 1996…
I have a problem with nudity. Maybe I’m a little too conservative. Maybe I’m a little prude. But honestly, I have too much trouble getting into the shower to want to be exposed to it, pun intended. So when I’m finally ripe, finally cave I just keep my head up, look at the wall, and feel around for dirt. Usually with the lights off. But this Edith Frost. With the reassurance of a gentle kiss on the shoulder provides the resounding echo of reassurance. These aren’t light numbers… I’m completely serious, and completely thankful.
Well, I have moved my ass to Chicago, y’all! If you’ve arrived at this page then you know I’ve already switched Internet providers… my new e-mail address is XXX (now invalid).
GUESS WHAT… there’s a big fat feature story about my music in this week’s edition of the Chicago Reader. This is the first time I’ve done a real interview for a real newspaper with a real photographer and all. whoah…
I played my first gig in Chicago at the Empty Bottle on Friday night, it went great! I got to open for Rebecca Gates, the singer from the Spinanes, who I dig a lot. You know, she played a cool cover of the Pretenders’ "Talk Of The Town", and I was sick because I had come *this* close to playing an old country tune called "I’m The Talk Of The Town," a totally different song — it would’ve been perfect!! Maybe we oughta do it up as a split single, eh?
Let’s see, what’s new, what’s new… well, did you get to hear me on the radio? I was a guest on WFMU at the end of July, along with Appendix Out and Songs:Ohia. (Big thanks to Robin for inviting us!!) We also did an instore showcase thingy at Adult Crash, a cool record store at 66 Avenue A in Manhattan, that was a lot of fun.
A review of my first EP by ‘J’ that appeared in the Summer-Fall 1996 issue of Mud (Buffalo, NY). Don’t know the exact day the issue came out.
Four songs on this EP from a lady going solo. I lost the press sheet for this record (all apologies) so I’ll just give the opinion part. It’s a folk album and a sad one at that. I’m not into the music much but at least it ain’t that garbage that every bar in Buffalo specializes in on Friday nights. It’s original, something Buffalo knows almost nothing about – just look at our newspaper. If you like the traditional 6 string – the kind that switches from major to minor chords (I think), then this will be the sparkle in your eye.