Weekly Volcano music columnist who swills forbidden cocktails while injecting dangerous, sweaty, catchy, alcohol- drenched, cigarette- smoke-smelling, hard-volume rock 'n' roll plasma into his veins.
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Bobble Tiki is a big magic buff. If there’s a top hat and a rabbit involved, chances are Bobble Tiki’s into it. So, this week, when Bobble Tiki heard that This Blinding Light — who will be at The New Frontier Lounge Friday, May 22 — were into magic too, well,
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Where were you the first time you tuned into 89.9 FM KGRG — either by accident or because the kids you were skipping third period with turned you onto it? Bobble Tiki, of course, doesn’t remember, because he’s older than most and has willfully forgotten all memories that don’t involve close
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Nature being arduous enough, Bobble Tiki tends to avoid the supernatural. He has, however, had his brushes with the otherworldly. He called Miss Cleo once, just to find out if the accent was real. And Bobble Tiki swears that every time he has his tarot read the Nine of Swords
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Boy Eats Drum Machine. Sounds like a nasty, if not danceable, accident, doesn’t it? Well, Bobble Tiki is here to tell you it’s not. Portland’s one-man, beat-based, performance-art inspired Boy Eats Drum Machine — also known as Jon Ragel — will inject the New Frontier Lounge in Tacoma on Saturday with
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You can call it by its full name, Cody Foster’s Army, or simply by the letters CFA, but know one thing: this band crushes. In CFA’s relatively short lifespan as a metal entity, Bobble Tiki has come to know and — more importantly — much respect the thunderous licks of
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Maybe it’s just Bobble Tiki, and that’s just fine — but does it seem to anyone else like Ian McFeron, despite his youthful looks and, in fact, youthful age, has been around for freakin’ ever? In Bobble Tiki’s head, at least, it feels like McFeron has been bringing his easy,
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Has there ever been a more appropriately titled music festival than the one set to engulf downtown Tacoma this Saturday, April 4? The festival Bobble Tiki speaks of, of course, is the Gray Sky Blues Music Festival, which kicks off directly after this weekend’s Tacoma Daffodil Grand Floral Parade and will
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Bobble Tiki feels like he really “gets” the Voodoo Organist, you know? He feels like they’re soul brothers, of some sort — not in an afro shag carpet sense, but like they were meant to hang together — to kick it. Bobble Tiki always feels the draw of sin when
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There are too many genres. Emo, screamo, twee pop and crunk. Who really knows what any of these classifications mean anymore? Bobble Tiki certainly doesn’t. Awash in brands, genres these days mean next to nothing. Mustache rock, however, now there’s a musical classification Bobble Tiki can get behind — all prickly
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Bobble Tiki has just one simple message for Girl Trouble (whose 25 year anniversary show you can read about on page 13 in this fine rag): Halfway there. Yes, Bobble Tiki isn’t the type to be standoffish or pick a fight — especially with four old school Tacoma punks that are cooler
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Bobble Tiki likes to say he put the “bump” in Bump Kitchen — always pointing toward his lap and doing one of those pelvic thrust moves with a wink. Typically, Bobble Tiki does this at Bump Kitchen shows, when trying to lure unsuspecting middle aged women drunk on white wine
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Bobble Tiki knows it’s been a long time, and he apologizes. No, not for taking last week off. Every few months Bobble Tiki just needs a break before his Tiki head explodes. Bobble Tiki apologizes because he knows it’s been two months since the last Weekly Volcano-sponsored (supposedly monthly) Lava Show at
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Bobble Tiki has a confession – the truth about a side of Bobble Tiki that often embarrasses him just a little. Bobble Tiki has a definite sweet tooth for uber-produced, catchy as hell, beautiful people endorsed, crazy hooded sweatshirt with crazy dragon pattern wearing, KISS 106.1 ready pop rock. It’s true.
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Bobble Tiki enjoys many things, but two of his favorite are dancing and pretending he’s smarter than he actually is. Don’t ask how things got to be this way, just accept Bobble Tiki for who he is — a very complicated, yet simple little Tiki. One of the places Bobble Tiki
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While Bobble Tiki has spent plenty of column space over the years lamenting about how little he shares in common with today’s youth — there is one thing Bobble Tiki and the kids both possess. Bobble Tiki and the MySpace, YouTube, text message generation both have very short attention spans. It’s
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Bobble Tiki really doesn’t have a “new school” bone in his Tiki body. No, in truth, Bobble Tiki is about as old school as they come. He hates text messaging. He can’t understand the world’s infatuation with the Internet. He thinks “Twittering” is silly. He doesn’t check his Myspace and he’s
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Ok, ok, ok. Bobble Tiki admits it. He’s a slacker. He’s a mess. Sometimes, he’s a wee-bit unreliable. OK, OK, OK.. Bobble Tiki admits it. He’s a slacker. He’s a mess. Sometimes, he’s a wee-bit
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If Bobble Tiki could turn back time, if he could find a way, he’d probably be living a quiet forest ranger life, yelling at boys in Abercrombie & Fitch T-shirts to put out their freakin’ fires. He’d soberly plod his way through the workday, finding small pleasures in stubbly snag
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As is typically the case this time of year, Bobble Tiki is gearing up. No, not for the annual boxed wine intervention that Bobble Tiki’s family unleashes like clockwork shortly after the holidays come to an end, or the trip to the mall for pants a waist size bigger — Bobble
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Of all the many things Bobble Tiki enjoys about the holidays, one thing sits atop that list. The parties. Sure, booze filled eggnog is nice, Christmas trees smell good, and candy canes are fun to suck on until they get really sharp and end up drawing blood in your mouth, but nothing
