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TIVO PARTY TONIGHT

TiVo Party Tonight: The Civil Wars, Patrick Stump, Frank Turner, Cyndi Lauper, Mona, Allen Stone

Ever wonder what will happen during the last five minutes of late-night TV talk shows? Here are tonight’s notable performers:

The Late Show With David Letterman (CBS): The Civil Wars
The indie outfit is supporting debut LP Barton Hollow.

The Tonight Show With Jay Leno (NBC): Patrick Stump
Fall Out Boy frontman Patrick Stump is plugging first solo album Soul Punk.

Jimmy Kimmel Live! (ABC): Frank Turner
Former Million Dead vocalist Frank Turner is promoting new LP England Keep My Bones.

Late Night With Jimmy Fallon (NBC): Cyndi Lauper
Cyndi Lauper is supporting 11th studio album Memphis Blues.

Last Call With Carson Daly (NBC): Mona
The Nashville rockers in Mona are promoting their self-titled debut LP.

Conan (TBS): Allen Stone
Soul singer Allen Stone is plugging new self-titled album.

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GUEST EDITOR

Rachael Yamagata Wishes You Love: An Empty Room And A Grand Piano

When singer/songwriter Rachael Yamagata was growing up, she went to all-girls school that she says warped her into the relationship-obsessed woman she’s become, at least in the lyrics of her songs. She began singing with a funk-crazed dance band called Bumpus while she was in college studying theater. While touring and recording with Bumpus, she was also writing confessional, deeply emotional songs that didn’t fit the band’s format. Happenstance, her first solo album, was a folk/pop charmer. Her tunes have appeared on The O.C., The L Word, Grey’s Anatomy and Alias, and Ray LaMontagne, Ryan Adams and Conor Oberst all expressed admiration for her vocal style. Having just issued Chesapeake (Frankenfish), Yamagata will be guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week. Read our brand new Q&A with her.

Yamagata: When I was in high school and college, I was in places lucky enough to have grand pianos. High school had it in the senior lounge, which was a massive room with couches and rugs galore and big windows. During the day all the gals (girl school yeppers) would stretch out in every which way, poring over books, etc., with the occasional classical pianist sitting down and playing the most complicated pieces with ease. I was not one of these. I would wait until school ended and after sports practice when the building was mostly empty and we were in limbo before play rehearsal began. The sun would be going down, and I would sit alone in this room and start tinkering away. The grand nature of it all, the romantic setting of angst ridden adolescent finding comfort in this beautiful piano—I was hooked.

In college, before still knowing that I would later pursue music, I would frequent empty auditoriums and dorm lounges on Friday and Saturday nights when everyone was out at da party and just play, play, play. Did it all start with “Out Here On My Own” scene in Fame where she’s sitting on the stage by herself and killing it with this beautiful ballad?! I wonder. Was it because I was freaked out by the social networks of college and it felt better to play than try and mingle? Who knows. I just know I love me an empty room and a grand piano.

Later on, I’d get to record in studios, and when we housed at the studio, I’d do the same—up in the middle of the night just playing. I had one song “Over And Over” come to life one night when I was doing so and swore I heard a ghostly trumpet playing a melody. I wrote it out on piano and have owed the ghost royalties ever since.

I’ve recently made the plunge and bought a baby grand for my place, and when I am home routinely wake in the middle of the night and play. Only now, there are cats that like to lounge with me as I do. I have no particular favorite kind as of yet—just that it have heavily weighted keys and a darker sound. Electric keyboards almost infuriate me really, no fault of theirs. They just don’t look as great and they certainly don’t put you in the same magestic space as a grand. I can never really write on a keyboard. I’ve had a trusty upright for years that has chipped keys and has been moved by drunk movers and is all sort of off, but I still can’t get rid of it. It still has songs within it, or at least will make side appearances as a second piano in a track.

For now, I’m all about the empty room and the grand.

Video after the jump.

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MP3 At 3PM: The Dø

The Dø is French/Finnish duo with a penchant for combining different styles of music with spectacular results. The duo’s sophomore effort, Both Ways Open Jaws, is being released November 15 via the Six Degrees label, but to tide you over until then is lead single “Slippery Slope.” The song begins with a powerful army of drums and doesn’t stop there, creating an epic Bollywood-esque feel until the end of the track. With Olivia Merilahti’s M.I.A.-inspired vocals and Dan Levy showing his mastery of multiple instruments, “Slippery Slope” is effortlessly engaging. The Dø will be touring Europe from until December promoting the new album. Download “Slippery Slope” below.

“Slippery Slope” (download):
https://magnetmagazine.com/audio/SlipperySlope.mp3

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VINTAGE MOVIES

Vintage Movies: “Halloween”

MAGNET’s Jud Cost is sharing some of the wealth of classic films he’s been lucky enough to see over the past 40 years. Trolling the backwaters of cinema, he has worked up a list of more than 100 titles—from the ’20s through the ’80s—that you may have missed. A new selection, all currently available on DVD, appears every week.

Halloween (1978, 91 minutes)

A jet-black screen is illuminated only by a bright orange, round-eyed jack-o-lantern on the left. The knife has slipped from carving the nose hole, leaving a slit down into a gap-toothed mouth. Director John Carpenter’s creepy two-fingered piano theme music begins to turn your brain into pumpkin mush as each credit changes from dull orange to blood red, and the jack-o-lantern gets larger and larger.

It’s Halloween, 1963 in Haddonfield, Ill. A couple of teenagers are seen through the eyes of a peeping tom, making out on a sofa. “We are alone, aren’t we?” asks the boy. “Michael’s around here some place,” answers the girl. “Let’s go upstairs,” urges the boy. The voyeur outside walks through the wide-open kitchen door, takes a large chef’s knife from a drawer and slips a mask over his face. Buttoning his shirt, the teenage boy slinks downstairs. “Will you call me tomorrow?” asks the girl. “Yeah, sure,” says the boy, opening the front door. “Michael!” shrieks the half-naked girl from her bedroom as the intruder raises the knife again and again. Mom and dad pull into the driveway to find a six-year-old boy in a clown suit and mask standing out front, holding a bloody knife. “Michael?” says his dad.

Seventeen years later, Dr. Sam Loomis (Donald Pleasence) and a nurse have driven to an Illinois mental institution on a rainy night to pick up Loomis’ patient, that same Michael Myers. “Try to understand what we’re dealing with here—don’t underestimate it,” warns Loomis. “Don’t you think we could refer to ‘it’ as ‘him?'” scolds the nurse. As Loomis opens the front gate, a white-gowned patient leaps onto the doctor’s station wagon, gets inside and drives off, leaving the nurse sprawled on the pavement. “He’s gone. The evil is gone!” moans Loomis.

“You’ve got to tell the Haddonfield police exactly who walked out of here last night and where he’s going,” screams Loomis the next morning at the hospital’s director. “Haddonfield is 150 miles away, Sam. For god’s sake, he can’t even drive a car!” reasons the director. “He was doing very well last night!” shouts Loomis. “Maybe someone around here gave him lessons.”

Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis), a studious teenager, has been asked by her dad, a realtor, to hide the keys to the Meyers house under the door mat on her way to Haddonfield high school. He has a potential buyer for the long-abandoned property. As she ascends the porch steps, she fails to notice someone lurking inside the house.

Loomis and the groundskeeper of the Haddonfield cemetery are looking for a particular gravesite. “Judith Myers, row 18, plot 20,” mutters the attendant. “God damn kids! They’ll do anything for Halloween,” he complains, noticing Judith Myers’ headstone has disappeared. “He came home!” declares a thoroughly frightened Loomis.

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Rachael Yamagata Wishes You Love: Jungman Kim

When singer/songwriter Rachael Yamagata was growing up, she went to all-girls school that she says warped her into the relationship-obsessed woman she’s become, at least in the lyrics of her songs. She began singing with a funk-crazed dance band called Bumpus while she was in college studying theater. While touring and recording with Bumpus, she was also writing confessional, deeply emotional songs that didn’t fit the band’s format. Happenstance, her first solo album, was a folk/pop charmer. Her tunes have appeared on The O.C., The L Word, Grey’s Anatomy and Alias, and Ray LaMontagne, Ryan Adams and Conor Oberst all expressed admiration for her vocal style. Having just issued Chesapeake (Frankenfish), Yamagata will be guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week. Read our brand new Q&A with her.

Yamagata: I met Jungman at least, hmm, maybe six years ago for the first time. He is an amazing photographer and artist. Look him up if you don’t know him. He is Korean in heritage and all heart and soul in spirit. He was moved by my music and related to a sorrow he can detect beyond most and in the most disarming way. He came to a show and introduced himself and brought me beautiful pieces of his work. It was after my trip to Seoul this year that we met again and really got to spend time together. One of the greatest advantages I have in my work is getting to travel and meet soulmates across the world that come into your life because something synchronistically aligned just right. He is most definitely one of them. I was lucky enough to have him take endless pictures of me and the band, as well as meet and be shot by those studying under him. There is a waiting list to do so, and the whole experience for us was a great honor. More than that, he sees the underlying layers of all around him and that includes my inner self, so it was surreal getting to know him. I felt an immediate kinship when entering his studio and if he ever comes out by me, he’ll know why as soon as he steps into mine. He is a generous and perhaps conflicted soul who breathes through his art. I feel less alone when I think of him as well accepting life’s bouts of loneliness and seeing the beauty in it all.

Video after the jump.