Friday, July 30, 2004
Jude Law might play Ian Curtis in movie.
"Leaving New York" will be the first single off the new R.E.M. album.
Hulkamania! Hogan's daughter is going to give you a pop-music piledriver, and Lou Pearlman's going to watch sweatily from the shadows, eating sloppy joes and touching himself inappropriately.
Black Cat happenings
Last year's Run for Cover event at the Warehouse Next Door had an interesting concept: Members of Washington area rock bands formed supergroup-style tribute acts for the night, playing 10-minute sets dedicated to one band -- complete with costumes and all the necessary affectations. It was a blast, and there's another edition tonight on the Black Cat's main stage. The bands and members are a closely guarded secret, but we have it on good authority that you can expect to hear sets dedicated to such artists as Sonic Youth, Oasis, the Modern Lovers, Rush, the B-52s and even an all-female Van Halen. Doors open at 9:30.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
My obsession continues...
It feels good. It really does.
Report: Saw Cuba Gooding, Jr. during my lunch break at Atlantic Fish Company. When the waitress brought him his change, she asked him to "say it? Please?" He said "Show me the money!" and she gave him his change. He seemed very happy to be recognized.
By: Michael, Allston
Saturday, in the park, I think it was the fourth of July...
Why Can't I Be You?
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
No retreat, baby, no surrender...
"I just want to say Bruce Springsteen had it right. No retreat. No surrender," Kerry said after concluding a six-day cross-country trip to his hometown of Boston for the nomination and his nationally televised acceptance speech on Thursday.Supposedly this is his campaign song, and this is old news, but it's news to me (I've heard otherwise that it's "I Won't Back Down" by Tom Petty. Who knows? I'm no journalist). Maybe Bush can use "Downbound Train."
Slate.com uses a Wilco reference in a Dispatch from Fallujah.
To get political for a second, Edwards' speech tonight was good, but it didn't light any fires. Sharpton's, the bit I saw, was great. How did Sharpton turn from ready-made punchline into true-blue cheerleader? Barack Obama's speech from last night, that was pretty fantastic.
Wanna see my smilin' face on the cover of Rolling Stone
Prince had a quote in Entertainment Weekly a few months back: "It took me four albums to get on the cover of Rolling Stone. Now it takes new artists only one. There should be rules for that kind of thing!"
Yes. Yes there should. People are trying to stop gay marriage, and this stuff's going on? Where are our priorities?
More Celebrity Sightings in Boston
Reported: I saw Mayim Bialik and Jenna von Oy of Blossom shopping in Copley. Jenna had on a shirt that read: 11-2-04 The End of an Error. Mayim was covered in Kerry buttons. by: Chad, Boston
A Blossom reunion, perhaps? I may have just broken my fingers from crossing them with such force wishing that this could possibly happen.
A Change Is Gonna Come
Also, check out the Globe's rundown of celebrity sightings. Halfway down: Steven Seagal and Ralph Macchio? Fan-tastic. Who was the first one to reach for their wallet when it came time to pay for that meal? There's this uncomfortable moment when the check is placed between them, they both stare at it, then glance at each other... "Uh, I'm a running a little low, Ralph, but I'll get you back." And who submited the one about seeing "Jon Stewart walking with David Safaii (MTV producer)" on Newbury Street? David Safaii's dad? "Who's that walking with famed MTV producer David Safaii?"
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
I had a friend, he was a big baseball player back in high school...
Starring Gwen Stefani as Crystal Bernard
And in case you hadn't heard it enough in commercials and from Jettas driven by sorority girls, Jet's going to perform everyone's favorite song of 2000, "Are You Gonna Be My Girl?"
Party at the mansion...
There's bourbon on the breath/ of the singer you love so much...
Monday, July 26, 2004
Dents and Shells
The Slow Wonder
The A.C. Newman album is a lot better than it should be; it's really the surprise of the summer for me right now (supplanting the old number one of how badly Beastie Boy Mike D. has aged; seriously, it makes me fear the passage of time) . It sounds like New Pornographers, of course, but without so much of the studio razzle-dazzle and A.C. doing every song. Not as great as Electric Version, but undeniably catchy as all get-out. High points: "Miracle Drug," "On the Table," and "The Town Halo." One problem: goddamn short. Thirty-three minutes? I mean, even Rivers Cuomo's like "that's one short album."
Sunday, July 25, 2004
The Popular Music
Saturday, July 24, 2004
Ted v. Hil
Friday, July 23, 2004
Everybody's working for the weekend...
Tonight: John Wesley Harding's All-Male Threesome (tee-hee), with JWH, Scott McCaughey, and some other guy at Iota, if you want to go out to Virginia. Agnostic Front at The State Theater.
Tomorrow: Fountains of Wayne and They Might Be Giants at Live on Penn.
The Lord's Day: Concrete Blonde at the 9:30.
Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?
It's interesting, because the movie is so twisted. And there are things explained that make sense, like the shots of everyone sad in bed towards the end; but there are also things that are borderline ridiculous, like the "telekinesis" explanation offered up. But it's nice to know the creator of the Smurfs liked the explanation of the blue creatures' sexual organs, and to find out about all the extras on the website.
Merry Christmas, United Kingdom...
More future temptations (or wastes of cash): the Clash's London Calling is getting re-released as a two-disc set with a DVD; Rocket from the Crypt's Circa, Now! reissue is out now with four new songs (and photos of the band. Yes, that's right. New photos); and now Pavement's Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain is getting the two-disc treatment in October. I'm a huge fan of the two-disc sets that preserve the original album on one disc and put all the extra crap on another. I really didn't "get" Elvis Costello's My Aim Is True at first because I had a special edition with a bunch of b-sides and unreleased songs stuffed onto one disc along with the original album. This dilutes the flow of the album, makes it too long, and makes it hard to experience what brought people to love the album in the first place. (The Costello reissues are now two-disc sets.)
So far I've successfully avoided the Jawbreaker Dear You reissue. I've been strong so far; I think I can make it.
We were singing this song together and it sounded so good
So Ted Leo was great. "Hearts of Oak" is one of the only songs that can get me to swing my sad, formless hips. That song is the straw that stirs my drink. I wasn't sure how good the band would sound now that it's a three piece, including Ted, but it seems to make the songs rawer, angrier, more agitated. And it actually sounded good; the mix was just right. So hats off to you, Black Cat sound guy. The only thing that could have made the show better is all the scenesters and dumbasses shutting the fuck up. But for them to do that, we'd have to turn back time and give them more attention as infants. And when I do invent my time machine, I've got more pressing matters to attend to (number one: not letting Fregosi allow Mitch Williams to pitch to Joe Carter in the '93 World Series).
Anyway, looking forward to the new Ted album in October. Should be good.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Dance to the Underground
It's much like Sophie's choice...
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Superchunk! You're number one!
You know who I can't stand at concerts? People who get offended when I happen to relax with a cool calming smoke whilst I enjoy a some Southern Comfort. Of course, by "at concerts," I mean "on the bus ride home." And by "Southern Comfort," I mean "hardcore pornography." Maybe it's just me (hint: it's not).
What's Up, Matador?
In other Matador news, supposedly Chan Marshall of Cat Power is changing her name to Afasm Msafa, her "old native american name, [meaning] Arrow From A Southern Moon." I would have gone with Dirk Steele, which doesn't so much "gay porn" as screams it from a mountaintop.
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
The World's Sexiest Vegetarian
But really, with a man as sexy smooth as 'Dre, how can one be a sore loser? There's always next year.
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
What's Goin' On?
What is his story?
UPDATE: Missed your chance. He's now got tour dates and pre-sale information on there. So if you didn't get to see the Ryan-Adams-as-a-worm-smoking-a-joint animation, well, you're SOL.
Let the Idiot Speak
To a listener accustomed to Hootie and the Blowfish, Wilco sounds like the Minutemen—daring, allusive, funky, weird, and yet so right. To a listener accustomed to the Minutemen, Wilco sounds like Hootie and the Blowfish: classic rock for frat boys.
Lord knows how many frat parties I've been to where they've blasted "Ashes of American Flags." And really, is this the only guy who's ever heard the Minutemen? Tell me about this "punk rock" you are so fond of. It sounds exciting. You think there's some Venn Diagram out there, hidden from the world by a shadowy cult like the one sworn to defend the Holy Grail (if I'm to believe Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, and I do), maybe in the deepest corners of the Pitchfork building, that shows an overlap between Minuteman and Wilco fans? Such a thing could not exist. And if it does, then God help us all.
I'm not going to make a case for Wilco being the best band ever. They're my current favorite, and they excite the hell out of me. Whether or not Jeff Tweedy leans on others for musical help, does not diminish the fact that he's a great songwriter. It's not Jeff Tweedy and the Wilco All-Stars. It's a band. Other people contribute to a band. But to say say that they're just average is missing the point. Like them, don't like them; just don't put together some sham article decrying their abilities. And then go back to listening to the Strokes.
I shouldn't get worked up. This is the same site that has an article called "What, Exactly, is Crunk?" for all you cultural anthropologists out there so interested in what those minorities are up to these days. Keeps them off the streets, right?
Monday, July 19, 2004
Marched into the capital brooding duplicitous, wicked and able...
There will be 6 to 10 shows in all, "likely including New York, Los Angeles and Cleveland," according to the paper, in addition to Detroit. Who wants to put money on whether or not any of these shows will be in DC?
Hey glad girls, I only want to get you high...
Sunday, July 18, 2004
The work, the work, the working life...
And on a side note, I'm totally discounting the Lucky Town and Human Touch albums, because they just don't exist. Never heard of them.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Don't ask him for water, cause you'll sink like a ship...
I bought the Pixies' "Bam Thwok" on iTunes, and I decided I needed one more, following junkie logic. Just one more. So I got the Moroccan Role EP. Of course. It was an impulse buy, like when you bought the Cap'n Crunch Crunchberries that were all crunchberries, because, goddamn it, the Cap'n was away and someone had had screwed up at the factory, and this you needed to see.
So upon first listen:
"Ah, Life," sounds like early Stones or Beatles, back when they used to cover American rock songs in German bars. It barrels along like a loose cannon truck driver played by Paul Westerburg in a remake of Wages of Fear. (This, by the way, is a crackerjack idea. And I'm just giving it away. This is like the movie equivalent of the formula for Coke. You'll be printing your own money.) It goes along so fast and so loose that you barely have time to notice any flaws or bullshit.
"I'm Coming Over" is both a threat and a promise. The chorus: "Nobody taught you how to cry." Come the hell on. If he's going to be pulling crap like that, then lock the door. Production sounds like crap too. Overproduced, ready to be used in the background of a climactic scene on "One Tree Hill" ("Is Lucas home... Oh. What are you doing here?").
"Don't Even Know Her Name" is a rambler like Heartbreaker's "To Be Young" and not even as good. Its intro reminds me vaguely of Buffalo Tom's cover of "Wah Wah." I think this is the song that fascinates me the most, even though I like "Ah Life" the best (it barely sticks around long enough for me to think differently). It seems to be on the verge of something great, but doesn't have the stones to go that extra bit. I think the problem overall, is that he doesn't even buy what he's selling. Heartbreaker is so amazing because he convinces you each and everytime, on songs like "Come Pick Me Up," that he's falling apart, that he's murdered. Anymore, the most I get out of him is that he wants to nail this take because he's meeting his friends later and they're going to talk about New York Dolls albums, because, you know, that's what we do in New York City, right? I came across a line off that first album, from "Don't Ask for the Water":
With her hands on her chestAnd isn't that what Ryan Adam's is doing? He's not letting anything out, and just quoting other artists. Oh, this is my Dylan song, this is my Replacements song, this is my Stones jam. It doesn't mean anything. If I wanted to here someone sound like a band I liked, I'd have gone to a lot more Strange as Angels shows in high school (Strange as Angels being the pre-eminant Cure cover band of the Philadelphia metro area. I think they still play at the Bent Elbow Tavern, God bless 'em).
and a book full of quotes
Anyway, here, again, he gets lazy with the lyrics: "Oh, I saw her face/ Oh, I lost my place" is the last thing he leaves us with. May as well be "so long, suckers."
By the way, "Bam Thwok" is solid. I've heard people get down on the "Bam Thwok wakka-wakka" chorus, but really, does "crack crack, crackity jones" reveal to us anymore mysteries of the universe? Of course, this is a return, the first thing we've heard in about a decade, so a lot was expected from this; a furious testament to warped wisdom and circular logic, plumbing the depths of the psyche in 3 minutes of hip-shaking goodness, maybe. But I say it's all made up for by those Joey Santiago guitar lines, as identifiable as fingerprints on glass.
Friday, July 16, 2004
A Whiter Shade of Pale
The first song I bought? Procol Harum's "A Whiter Shade of Pale." That's right, it's a fantastic song. It sounds like prom night at Stoner Regional Vo-tech.
I'm trying to find iTunes exclusive songs and songs I like from albums I have no interest in buying. I know the Pixies' "Bam Thwok" is available on the site, but it scares me. R.E.M. has a 5-song soundcheck set up there, but damn it if I don't have enough R.E.M. live stuff. Then there's the Ryan Adams 3-song "Moroccan Hole" EP. But I'm ready to call some abuse hotline on Ryan Adams over our relationship. Everytime, since Heartbreaker, he's done me wrong. And I say, this is the last time, Ryan. But next thing I know, he's whispering in my ear, telling me it's alright, he's a changed man, he's going to take me to TGI Fridays for frozen mudslides and potato skins, and it's going to be like the old times. "Remember when you put 'Come Pick Me Up' on repeat and drank straight from the bottle of wine? That was a moment," he tells me. And I forget everything else. Then he does an interview in Rolling Stone about how he's going to release an album of spoken word comedy ("Very political, but very funny") with the drummer from the Strokes, and it's like "You fucking bastard..."
Whoo... anyway, where did that come from? Yeah, I like iTunes. I miss Napster and the dirty bootlegs I would find on there (PJ Harvey and Bjork doing "Satisfaction"? Sign me up), but in a world where punk rockers are doing ads saying illegal downloading isn't cool, I'll take what I can get.
Livin' La Vida Overstock
Libraries Don't Want Ricky
Labels dump unwanted CDs as price fixing settlement
America's libraries: The record industry's personal landfill.
Personally, I have Martha Stewart Living: Spooky Scary Sounds for Halloween and it's not bad at all. Good album, couple of good tracks, and I know Joe Levy at Rolling Stone will agree with me. He said so on VH1's "I Love Halloween-Centered Albums". There's this one track with an owl, and by the end, without even noticing it, this werewolf howl has taken over the mix. It comes out of nowhere. Great stuff, Martha Stewart is the DJ Shadow of Halloween sounds.
...With Sting as "Himself"
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Take Me Out
Full disclosure: I don't fully buy into the whole rock revival thing. There are a few bands I like, though almost despite myself. Hot or not? The Strokes: Not. Interpol: Hot. Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Hot. French Kicks: Not. Sometimes I'd just rather listen the Velvet Underground or Television or whatever band is being ripped off. I can't explain my affection for Interpol. They so blatently rip off Joy Division, and the first time I heard the album, I hated it. But the album grew on me; I have no good excuses.
The first time I heard the Franz Ferdinand album, I didn't like it at all. It sounded like a British version of the Strokes: kind of lazy, kind of catchy, with that singing style I hate. It's basically crooning. Notes aren't so much hit as slid into. So I put it away after one listen. And I kept reading how people liked it. A lot. So the other day I was on washingtonpost.com, in a music chat. I loved the Pernice Brothers, Long Winters, and New Pornographers albums last summer. I lived off those albums; they made me undeniably happy. Just a constant three-album rotation, with some Ted Leo and Hot Hot Heat thrown in. And this summer, nothing has come close. I like Wilco a lot, but it's not a constant roatation album. The Roots I'm just starting on now, but I don't know about its staying power. Actually, a lot of times I still thrown in The Long Winters' When I Pretend to Fall when I've worn out a new album. I asked the music critic for some recommednations, and he mentioned, along with a couple other suggestions:
The Franz Ferdinand album is really fun, too. Band is better live, but still.
So Franz Ferdinand: maybe I'm missing something. Maybe I have to go back. Maybe I didn't realize how great it was.
No, I was right.
It's just... yeah, the British Strokes. There's not a lot there, under the surface. It's got some catchy music, but nothing that moves me. Maybe I'm just cold. But nothing on this album moves me. It's so very twee, pretend witty, and yeah, cold. Like a tundra. There's absolutely nothing that makes you believe in this band, that exists behind the artiface to draw you any deeper. Now, I like Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, I like Rocket from the Crypt a lot. I'm not adverse to just going out and shaking my ass, having my hips appealed to more than my heart or head. But there's almost a low-rent "pedantic" (to, ironically, borrow a word from the Post writer, when he was talking about The Jam) nature to them, like they're studying passion and rhythm and ass-shaking, instead of diving headfirst into it. The more I think about it, it's probably the same problem I have with the Strokes: they seem numbed by some drug that makes them able to talk the talk but not walk the walk. Maybe Franz Ferdinand's problem is their numbing drug is being British, but without any intelligence. Blur and Pulp can be dispassionate and cold, but I think Damon and Jarvis are smart guys, and can turn a witty line. There's not too much witty in a line like "It's so much better on holiday/ So much better on holiday/ That's why we only work when/ We need the money." It feels haughty, it feels proud for no good reason. And it's just there. They could have repeated "box turtle" throughout the song and had the same effect. Lou Reed could pull it off because it was new and exciting when he did it, and even in his simple lyrics, he seemed to understand irony at the heart of it, not just because he knew the definition. There was a side of him that was pathetic, and he knew it.
And maybe this is why I like Interpol: while they rip off Joy Division, that kind of dread transcends, and it works on any level. Or maybe I'm just making excuses for a band I like for no explainable reason. I'm all aboard. Franz Ferdinand... I just can't ride that train.
Is that a picture of Bob Geldof circa now? Because he looks good.
"Tony Danza Promises Talk Show Bonanza"
And thousands of miles away, but in a world much different:
Tony Danza Promises Talk Show BonanzaIt's nice to know someone found Tony Danza, too. Possibly sharing a two-bedroom with Judd Hirsch, maybe arguing over whose hair it is on the bar of soap in the shower. And his re-discovery led to one of the best headlines I've seen in a long time.
Tony Danza on Monday promised television critics that his upcoming talk show will be lively and unpredictable.
You walk cool, but darlin', can you walk the line...
Thesis: Springsteen is the coolest.
Proof: Right here.
QED, Motherfucker. Q.E.D.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
No Limit... except the 12-man roster
To relive the better times in Master P's life, here's a video of him interviewing the cast and crew of Star Wars.
Justin Guarini's another guy whose CDs record companies had the balls to sell at $17 a pop. At least he's landed on his feet.
Monday, July 12, 2004
Storytime (In the Streets of Spies)
The main man of Jawbox, J. Robbins, went on to Burning Airlines. That left me cold. I saw his new band, Channels, play their second show, at the Warehouse Theater. It was sloppy, J. kept looking down at his guitar while singing. There were high points, but not cathedral-ceiling high like Jawbox. And now there's an MP3 of one of their songs on the J. Robbin's website, Storytime (In the Streets of Spies) (it's the third song, for you guys too lazy to look). It's good, it's got all the markings of a J. Robbins songs, but he needs a second guitar. That's where the magic lies. Well, we probably won't have Jawbox again, but we have this. It's kind of like looking at photos from you past when you should be going out and making new memories, but I'll take what I can get.
Bruce Springsteen and Kevin Arnold's Dad
Just recently, I was groovin' to a band in New York 10 feet from the guy who played the dad in "The Wonder Years."
Which begs two important questions:
1) Should one accept judgements of cool from someone who is "grooving"I'm sorry..."groovin'"to a band?
2) What band brought together Dan Lauria and this guy? My guess is it wasn't the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. And I will place money on that. If I had to go with a genre, I think it would be a band that plays jazz featured on CDs you buy at Starbucks.
And did he approach the guy? Did they talk?
ESPN writer: Hey, how you doin'?
Dan Lauria: My wife's takin' pottery classes at the community college, my oldest son's an idiot, my daughter is livin' with some hippie in a VW bus (I think she's pregnant), and Kevin, he's asking me about sex. I just want to have a nice cold beer and watch Namath and the Jets. I hate the 60's.
ESPN writer: Uh... you know they cancelled The Wonder Years a while ago?
Dan Lauria: Go fuck yourself.
Anyway, Springsteen is 12th on this list. Twelfth. Who's number 11? Alex Rodriguez. Yeah, great baseball player, maybe the best shortstop ever, but he doesn't exactly ooze charisma like gravy from Star Jones' purse. (That's right, I made a cheap "Star Jones is fat" joke. All in my plan to bring her discount-shoe-selling, daytime-talk-show-having empire crumbling to the ground.) And 10th is Rebecca Romijn-Stamos. Because, according to the last line, "This gal is chill."
How can you put Springsteen 11th on a list where goddamn Derek Jeter is first? Maybe on the "clutch shortstop" list, but even that would come down to a tie-breaker, because I hear Bruce absolutely carries the Freehold beer league softball team he's on. He steps into the batter's box, tells the catcher "Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train?" and lines a shot over the centerfielder's head. He then writes a song about it, gives it to Patti for her album, and passes out king-sized Rollos for Halloween, never giving any of this a second thought. The man is everything we want to become, aand I can say this without shamehandsome man in his fifties, well-respected across multiple generations, well-spoken, talented, and surrounded in a luxurious home by a loving family. He runs around for 3 hours, singing his heart out, hanging upside down from a mic stand, grasping the audience in the palm of his hand. Me, I can't get the groceries into my apartment with using the elevator. Twice. He could turn us all into Manchurian candidates by the end of his set. "Thanks, hope you enjoyed that 20 minute version of 'Jungleland,' now go burn Dick Cheney's house to the ground." Yes Bruce. Whatever you say Bruce. "And buy a shirt on the way out. My son's talking about going to an Ivy League school."
It's getting to be ri-goddamn-diculous that Bruce comes in 11th on a cool list, behind Brad Pitt, Charlize Theron (I don't care how many songs were written about her on the last Third Eye Blind album. It's Third Eye Blind. I wrote 20 songs about my high school girlfriend, and she's not on the list), and Tobey Maguire. I really don't care if you write for the 3rd or 26th Page on ESPN.com, there has to be some rule about being a dope. And saying "groovin'" when talking about watching a band.
The cure for insomnia...
I'm like Aquaman and Brown Hornet/ I'm like Imhotep but don't flaunt it
Not just for shut-ins with overactive imaginations anymore...
Sunday, July 11, 2004
John Kerry vs. an Adorable but Flatulent Dog
But he is easy like a Sunday morning, I will give him that...
Saturday, July 10, 2004
Motherfuckin' Yossi with those goddamn muffins...
1 This is the same Blimpies where Matthew Allison threw his Blimpie at the man behind the counter. [Editor's note: why?] Because the man wouldn't give him extra lettuce.
Cracks me up, for no good reason.
I've never been a huge Beasties fan, but everytime I hear "Intergalactic" I think about hearing it in a van on a dirt road in England. So I got that. (I should really pick up Hello, Nasty.) And of course, I loved "Sabotage" and a lot of Ill Communication, but thought that album was a bit long. I really don't know if I've listened to the whole thing in one sitting. And Paul's Boutique is alright, but it's not as groundbreaking for me as for others; it's like getting to a great party too late. So that's my full disclosure. But this album actually sounds short by comparison. And already too much has been made about how this is the Anti-Bush album. I mean, it's in there, but goddamn if music writers and critics don't grab onto one thing and make that the story of the album, obscuring everything else (see the drone on Wilco's "Less Than You Think"). The music's a lot less show-offy than I expected, too, almost dark in some places, but I guess when you're talking about the Beasties, dark is a relative term (it's not like when Blink-182 awkwardly shifts from jerk-off jokes to songs about suicide. That's like watching an ape drive stick). Anyway...
Best Songs: "Ch-Check It Out," "Crawlspace" (almost left off the album according to the editor's notes), "Who Got The"
Scariest Thing: Mike D's neck
Friday, July 09, 2004
I've entered a game of pricks with knives in the back of me...
OK Go : This Will Be Our Year
David Byrne : Ain't Got So Far To Go
Jimmy Eat World : Game of Pricks (BBC evening session)
Death Cab For Cutie : This Temporary Life
Blink-182 : I Miss You (James Guthrie mix)
Mike Doughty : Move On
Ben Kweller : Jerry Falwell Destroyed the Earth
Sleater-Kinney : Off With Your Head
R.E.M. : Final Straw (MoveOn mix)
Bright Eyes : Going for the Gold (live)
The Long Winters : The Commander Thinks Aloud (future mix)
will.i.am of The Black Eyed Peas : Money
They Might Be Giants : Tippecanoe And Tyler Too
Clem Snide : The Ballad of David Icke
Yeah Yeah Yeahs : Date With the Night (live)
Fountains of Wayne : Everything's Ruined (acoustic)
Nada Surf : Your Legs Grow
The Flaming Lips : Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots (live on the BBC)
Old 97's : Northern Line
Laura Cantrell : Sam Stone
Tom Waits : Day After Tomorrow
Elliott Smith : A Distorted Reality Is Now A Necessity To Be Free
Thursday, July 08, 2004
The question is...
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
He's blind AND he's throwing up!
Has Anyone Else Read Dear Mr. Henshaw? That Shit is Deep.
So a toast to the people at Dell, Allagash White, and Henry Huggins, wherever you are.
What a waste of gunpowder and sky...
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Kim Gordon and the Captain Jack Hand Cream
On the Sonic Youth site, it says:
Describing the record, the band has asked listeners to imagine "Bare Trees" era Fleetwood Mac jamming with "Jealous Again" era Black Flag
And you know what? It helps. It really does.
The princess phone's been quiet
Saturday, July 03, 2004
Friday, July 02, 2004
I awakened to the cry/ that people have the power/ to redeem the works of fools
Future Soundtrack for America
Also, Tom Waits has a new one coming out in October, Real Gone. So if you're keeping score, we can look forward to new R.E.M., Ted Leo, and Waits that month.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Lucky Boston bastards...
June Bug vs. Hurricane
A Grand Don't Come For Free
Let me take your hand, I'm shaking like milk...
With "Love Cats," I suggested that we were going to do something that's kind of like a Disney take on jazz, based around the Aristocats.