Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Black out the windows/ it's party time...
I can't do this all on my own...
Art avenger, let's start the adventure...
The heart of enemy territory...
With millions of colors reflected in daylight/ right on the kickdrum/ turning the sound up on...
Monday, August 30, 2004
Sunday Reading, A Day Late
New York Times talks up the new Bjork album, Medulla. The Times Online gives it 5 stars.
A little off-subject, but the Guardian has an article about Mackenzie Crook, who played Gareth Keenan on The Office.
NME.com has a rundown of the MTV Video Music Awards.
The Washington Post covered the D.C. National Rock Paper Scissors tournament.
Partisan hi-larity via Wonkette.com: Cheerleaders for Truth, Swift Yacht Vets, and Pleasure Boat Captains for Truth.
Sunday, August 29, 2004
And the radio is in the hands / of such a lot of fools/ Tryin' to anesthetize they way that you feel...
Allston Rock City
If you can't afford a broken nose/ how can you afford to fight?
A few days ago I heard a song that I couldn't place and it was driving me nuts. I knew it, just couldn't place it. Was it the Strokes? Interpol? I really couldn't tell, and it could have been either. Then I realized I was listening to the intro of "Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand. And I have that album; I've listened to it fairly recently. But it just sounded like all those other bands, however you want to categorize them. Any band is going to have influences, and may wear them on their sleeve. The Stones had American soul and blues bands; Springsteen wrote "Born to Run" as an epic Roy Orbison song. Rarely, if ever, do bands just appear out of the ether; no matter how good, they're standing on the shoulders of giants. The trick is to make those influences into something new. And you can listen to Ted and hear any amount of influences: the Clash, Gang of Four, Thin Lizzy, early '80s pop-metal, the Jam. The list really does extend beyond my knowledge and my patience. But he makes it all his own. God bless him for it.
One song does sound like something else: it's the next to last song (at least on the version I got; Lookout has it listed as the last song), "Walking to Do". It's got this amazing call and response ending. Anyway, it sounds like another song and it's right there; it's like having a word on the tip of your tongue. Frustrating.
I don't know why he doesn't get the hype the other bands do, but it reminds me of an article I read in the Guardian a few weeks ago, that I linked to (and I'm too lazy to go back and find). I guess Lookout just doesn't have PR machine working like other labels do. Ah well.
It comes out October 19. Here are people smart than I reviewing "Me and Mia". You can download it from Lookout Records. I might right more in-depth about it later, as it sinks in. For right now, I haven't stopped listening to it, and it grows on me more every time.
Saturday, August 28, 2004
Defend Johnny Cash!
Rock Paper Scissors
Rolling with the Stone
As a side note, compare Rolling Stone's review of the new Steve Earle album ("one of the year's best albums") to the Washington Post's review ("a good album that could have been a great one").
And as long as I'm just coasting on the fumes of Rolling Stone's editorial content, here's something about the Freaks & Geeks soundtrack, coming out a few years too late, on September 14.
Friday, August 27, 2004
He couldn't get arrested in Hollywood, so he came out to D.C.
Around the Sun
All is full of love...
8/25 New York, NY @ Piano's Upstairs Lounge
8/25 Chicago, IL - Panic! @ Smart Bar
8/26 San Diego, CA @ Yeah!
8/27 San Francisco, CA @ Mixed Elements
8/27 San Diego, CA - Vice Versa @ Recognize
8/27 Denver, CO - Lipgloss @ La Rumba
8/27 Miami, FL - Revolver @ Soho Lounge
8/28 Las Vegas, NV - Rawkerz
8/28 Boston, MA @ The Plan
8/31 Sacramento, CA - Lipstick @ Old Ironside's
9/1 West Palm Beach, FL - Wormhole @ The Lounge
9/4 West Palm Beach, FL - Popscene @ Respectable Street
9/3 Chicago, IL @ Berlin
9/3 Honolulu, HI - Rebel Rebel
and i realize/ that i hate the sound of guitars/ a thousand grudging young millionaires...
Thursday, August 26, 2004
On the funny pages
And while I'm on the subject of comics, and I meant to link to this a while ago, here's the least action-packed Spider-Man strip you'll ever see. (I can't make it link directly, so make sure to pull up the comic from Wednesday, August 11, 2004.) The guy can lift a dumptruck over his head, but he can't stay up late? Pussyman is more like it.
One last funny pages-related thing. I'm begging the crossword puzzle creators and editors of the world: stop using the clue "Start of a Dave Barry quip." Every damn week I feel like I'm trying to figure out this guy's wacky take on marriage or messy kids.
I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now...
School's out forever, Alice...
"To me, that's treason. I call it treason against rock-and-roll, because rock is the antithesis of politics. Rock should never be in bed with politics."
He's right. Rock should really be about starring in commercials for Staples and shilling for golf clubs. It should be about maintaining your 4 handicap or making sure there are enough ingredients for "The Big Unit" sandwich at Alice Cooper'stown. Cause that's the dangerous rock lifestyle we expect. Not this politics crap. We should all listen to what Alice has to say about music, as opposed to some fly-by-night, gimmick "artist" like Springsteen. Anyway, before telling the assembled reporters, hanging on ever word, to "watch this drive," he went on to say:
"When I read the list of people who are supporting Kerry, if I wasn't already a Bush supporter, I would have immediately switched. Linda Ronstadt? Don Henley? Geez, that's a good reason right there to vote for Bush."
Good a reason as any, I guess. Better than any I've heard. But what about the people rockin' out for Bush? Brooks and Dunn. Lee Ann Womack. Christian rock band Third Day. A better lineup you couldn't find at any state fair, I do declare.
Snore. See what the Philly Inquirer has to say about the mix of politics and music.
Anyway, I guess Alice will ignore Bob Dylan's whole catalog, or Creedence Clearwater Revival's goddamn fantastic "Fortunate Son" or any number of songs that deal with politics either on a literal or metaphorical level. I guess you don't worry about that stuff when you're too busy trying to hit your cue to pick up the albino snake from the roadie and show it to the audience.
In spite of my fear of suffering the wrath of Alice for dangerously trying to intermingle politics and music like it was golf and aging shock-rock icons, Concerts for Change (this is their third name, since beginning as Concerts for Kerry is finally coming to D.C. One show (alright, more of a happy hour) is on August 29, the other is September 2.
I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A.
i got to get back to work. i am researching the late,
great walt kelly, creator of pogo. he is next on my list.
i forgot to mention that a sparrow shat on my head
in ventura. i have been well assured this is very good
luck. so i share my good luck to all. now i must mosey
on. i got to get my clothes out of the sink and hang
them in the sun.
This is what makes her a great writer: so much info in such concise language. Can't wait to see what she has to say about Pogo.
Under the Table and Dreaming...
Get yer hands off of my woman, motherfucker...
And the last known survivor/ stalks his prey in the night/ and his fortune must always be...
Lying on the floor, I've come undone...
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Shake the Sheets
Kicking the Heart Out
Also on iTunes, R.E.M.'s "Leaving New York" is up for sale. I'm still not impressed; I'll just stream it off their website if I feel the need to hear it.
This is what they mean by a short list?
Coming to a district court near you...
Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
I go through all this/ before you wake up...
Water, once again, finds its own level...
Biscuits for Smut
HELMET have moved back the release of their latest album, Size Matters to October 5th because of singer PAGE HAMILTON's collar bone injury. The band also had to rearrange its fall tour . . .
Moved back from when? 1997? I remember when they came out with Meantime came out, they were supposed to be the king shits; Page Hamilton was supposed to be a musical genius. Then, nothing. I remember the follow-up, Betty, sounding interesting but going nowhere. A few weeks ago, "Unsung" popped into my head, and I'd been meaning to listen to the CD. I wondered what happened to them. Now we know: the old injured collar bone excuse.
Lost in the supermarket...
Monday, August 23, 2004
Wherever you go/ I can follow/ the path of destruction/ you leave like crumbs...
Twilight Singers She Loves You (One Little Indian)
Greg Dulli takes pride that the Shortstop, the bar in Los Angeles he co-owns with friends, has the city's best jukebox. This covers CD shows why. Dulli and mates, including Mark Lanegan on several songs, offer their interpretations of artists from Bjork and Fleetwood Mac to Marvin Gaye and Nina Simone. The album opens with a surprisingly tender version of "Feeling of Gaze," a song from Hope Sandoval's unheralded Bavarian Fruit Bread album of 2001. Dulli regains the swagger fans have come to expect of him on a street-fighting rendition of Martina Topley-Bird's "Too Tough to Die." Though Dulli shows real love for the originals, the band also turns the songs inside out, twisting Bjork's "Hyperballad" into an intoxicating pop/rock anthem and infusing Mary J. Blige's "Real Love" with a Seventies rock strut. It all comes together on Simone's "Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair," which is transformed into a sweaty howling wail of desperation, love and horniness. (STEVE BALTIN)
Hold me now/ don't start shakin'...
This Friday, catch the Spree on Letterman.
Saturday, August 21, 2004
Friday, August 20, 2004
I Am The World Trade Center
Anyway, things like Sweet Relief break my heart and earn my respect, because here are people that follow their muse and take a huge risk, that try and create something beautiful and worthwhile, and get slapped in the face by whatever you want to call it: destiny, bad luck, God, karma, whatever. I don't know if I Am The World Trade Center will ever get a grand album dedicated to them with contribution from Lou Reed, R.E.M., Pearl Jam, etc., or what, but their story really grabs me. Amy Dykes was hit with Hodgkins Lymphoma while on tour, and you can tell from the website (it may take a little digging; it's a beautiful site, but not the greatest to link to) that it hasn't been the easiest road to travel. I had a friend pass away from cancer, and I know how tough it is to deal with, insurance or not. I've had it hoit closer to home, in my family. So check out her story, maybe give a little love or find a way to support these musicians somehow. I think anyone who loves music harbors that secret fantasy of going on stage night after night to play something that you love, to find connection. And to have that dream cut down, and to not have the support, monetarily, of any of these HMO bandits, is goddamn heartbreaking to me. So here's a little pithy shout out to her and all of her ilk.
Anyway, let's keep things light. Here's the Cincinnati Post's review of Benji: Off the Leash.
Kevin heard it on the radio/ New form of word of mouth...
In other news, Vote for Change tickets go on sale Saturday morning at 10 am. Presales are done, and even though I'm on the MoveOn.org email list and I've given them money, I wasn't good enough to be selected ("randomly") for the sale. But it's alright. I'm sure an R.E.M./Springsteen concert in Philly shouldn't sell out too quickly.
I just love my baby's poundcake...
Your karma's getting bad. Real bad. It's below the Mendoza Line. First you're blocking the Expo's move to DC, now you dick over Van Halen. (Although, really, Eddie Van Halen getting dicked over is just the pigeons coming home to roost.) Mr. Angelos, you keep this up and when you die, you're going to reincarnated as the fabric in Youppi's crotch in the middle of August. Or you'll get dick cancer. I've seen it happen.
Julie Christie, the rumors are true...
Don't marry an uh huh whore...
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief/ All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief...
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Don't think twice, it's alright...
1. The Times They Are A-Changin' -- Apple Gabriel (Israel Vibration)
2. Maggie's Farm -- Toots Hibbert
3. Just Like A Woman -- Beres Hammond
4. Lay, Lady, Lay -- The Mighty Diamonds
5. Gotta Serve Somebody -- Nasio w/Drummie Zeb & The Razor Posse
6. Knockin' on Heaven's Door -- Luciano
7. The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll -- Michael Rose (Black Uhuru)
8. Subterranean Homesick Blues -- Sizzla
9. Mr. Tambourine Man -- Gregory Isaacs
10. Don't Think Twice, It's All Right -- JC Lodge
11. One Too Many Mornings -- Abijah
12. Blowin' in the Wind -- Don Carlos
13. A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall -- Billy Mystic (Mystic Revealers)
14. I and I (Reggae Remix) -- Bob Dylan
Can't find a better man...
Woke up to the sound of pouring rain...
So you wanna be a rock and roll star
Never too young to smoke/ no you're never too young...
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
It's my prerogative...
Sometimes I doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion...
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
It's better to leave than be left behind...
Cheetoes and 100-proof martinis on the roof
It's a good CD for the 'Chunk fans, despite some rough vocals, especially during "Pink Clouds". But you don't listen to Superchunk for sterling musical performances; it's more about the chugging pop goodness, and man there's a lot on here.
Just follow the day and reach for the sun...
Check out their cover of Bowie's "Five Years" on iTunes, which is very alright.
Get your fears out/ Keep the queers out/ I'd love to let them see/ there's no one here as queer as me
Every boy is a snake is a lily/ Every pearl is a lynx is a girl
I know it'll be OK/ When I get a six pack in me, that's right
Monday, August 16, 2004
Leaving New York
Sunday Reading, A Day Late
Sonic Youth. Boston. Globe.
Young artists and their need for attention, via the Guardian.
Grilled Cheese Contest. You're welcome. And a little somethin' about the luckiest judge in America.
Put it in the slot. Ungh, yeah! Anyway, the best jukeboxes in Philly!
Lead guitars and movie stars...
Disney is preparing a sequel to "Pirates of the Caribbean," with Keith Richards possibly playing the father of swashbuckler Johnny Depp.
This is absolutely fantastic news. Keith was supposed to play the John McEnroe part in Mr. Deeds, and that fell apart, so I can only hope this gets realized. Perfect.
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Dear God/ I hope you got the letter and/ I hope you can make it better down here...
When you were mine/ I gave you all of my money...
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
“That’s the rule: nobody flips the Waits tape.”
"C'mon, have some democracy, you low-down dirty ho!"
Next up: the Good Hygiene Award
In other OutKast news, Big Boi just won tickets to a sneak preview of Without a Paddle, starring Matthew Lillard and Seth Green.
"...a sexual calisthenics class"
"Lean Back" comes from a rap group named Terror Squad, which probably should have thought about a new name after September 11. (Just ask the band formerly known as Burning Airplanes.)
Or that band named after the lethal toxin that got sent to Daschle. Ricin? Well, it's Burning Airlines, but what are facts worth these days? Nuttin'. Anyway, L. Brent's column is like the 106 & Park of conservative watchdog groups, playas ain't got nothin' on him. Like L. Brent once said concerning the Federal Marriage Amendment: "Don't hate the player, hate the game. And the game is anal sex."
I wonder what he thinks about my new song I sent him, "Milady, Sit on My Face."
1 Also in that part of Salon is a mention of a New York Daily News piece about Joe Namath drawing the interest of J. Edgar Hoover's FBI because Broadway Joe had "long hair, wore mod clothes and loved the ladies." If lovin' ladies is a federal offense, then consider my phone tapped, baby.
Rock, Rot, and Rule
Interviewer: What makes Bowie rot?
Ronald Thomas Clontle: Too many changes.
What's great? Clontle defending his idea that Madness invented ska against a bunch of callers, telling one that if the she would ask Gwen from No Doubt, Gwen would agree with Clontle. A lot of the humor is surprisingly subtle, and how much you like it depends on some equation involving your bullshit meter, taste for pranks, and if you are way too into music. If you've ever read Wurster's tour diary on the Superchunk site, you know he's a funny guy, but here, he pulls off a great joke for more than half an hour and gets people to call in to argue with him.
Anyway, he's got his own site. Check it out.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
She's my fave/ Undressing in the sun
As if there wasn't enough Pixies attention these days, Spin magazine has a cover story with the band, featuring the largest article the magazine has ever written: 16 pages! The article features appearances by band members, Evan Dando, J Mascis, Kristin Hersh, Vaughan Oliver, and a cast of thousands! Check out the Sepetmber issue, in stores very soon.
John Kerry would like ta say/ That I'm a crazy muthafucka from around the way ...
As Cheney has no soul, he cannot hear music. Lately he's been taking the stage to the sound your TV makes during a test of the Emergency Alert System.
A cheap shot, it's true. He has no soul. Look into his eyes. I dare you. You won't fear death thereafter.
Choo-choo Charlie had a pretty good band/ But he couldn't understand why no one would come...
Wake Up, Everybody
Phevos and Athena
You Don't Know My Name
Alicia Keys' "You Don't Know My Name": Hello? Can I speak to --- to Michael?
Me: Yes. Yes you may. Who may I ask is calling?
AKYDKMN: Oh hey, how you doin?
Me: I'm doing alright, just drinking some wine from a box. Who is this? You sound like Alicia Keys!
AKYDKMN: Uh, I feel kinda silly doin' this, but um, this is the waitress from the coffee house on 39th and Lennox.
Me: 39th and Lennox? Where's that? Waitress? Coffee house? Who what now?
AKYDKMN: You know, the one with the braids?
Me: Braids? What are you talking about?
AKYDKMN: Yeah, well I see you on Wednesdays all the time...
Me: Wednesdays? Do you work at Popeye's? Because I think calling yourself a "waitress" might be a stretch... wait a minute...
Well this is better than all the people that tried to violate Kurt Cobain after In Utero came out, and it wasn't because they didn't like Albini's production.
So you want to be a rock n roll critic?
I like the site a lot—a lot of their writers are music-saavy, insightful, and funny—and I'd probably enjoy writing for it (if they'd have me), but the idea of having to prove yourself with how many CDs you've owned or what your favorite '80s bands were seems fairly precious. I don't know even if I've bought ten albums that came out this year, much less consider them all "top ten" worthy. I know that they want a certain type of reviewer, and I know I'm a bit of a snob myself, but this feels like being a state school grad hanging out with the indie rock version of the Skull and Bones.
Well, at the very least, it's makes for an entertaining, High Fidelity-esque list-making exercise for a nerd like me.
World Class Fad
Hello Hawk, come pick me up...
Monday, August 09, 2004
Sunday Reading, One Day Late
Review of the Willie Nelson and Bob Dylan show outside of Boston. For the first time ever, for one shining night, murder is only the second biggest thing to happen in Brockton, Massachusetts.
Words of wisdom from Slash.
The Village Voice reviews, a little late, Sonic Youth and the Secret Machines.
This is why we don't let teens vote for anything of consequence. Come to think of it, can we make it so that you have to decide between casting a vote in political elections and, say, the Blockbuster Awards? Either one or the other, but not both. Can this be a bad idea?
And Washington City Paper's Suck-O-Tash recaps the "Run for Cover" show at the Black Cat from a few Saturdays ago.
And when you come calling me down I’ll put on my disease...
Saturday, August 07, 2004
Cooper's Snake Gets Into Some Hot Shit...
Also, having nothing to do with Alice Cooper, white snakes, White Snake, or David Coverdale, the Washington Post weekend section had an article about 'zines going online. Nothing dirty there, either. Sigh...
Friday, August 06, 2004
Bits and pieces
New Social Distortion, Sex, Love and Rock & Roll, is due out September 28, according to RollingStone.com.
Pink Floyd's The Wall is coming to Broadway. So this is basically just Laser Floyd for the tea and crumpets set, right? Think about it. Now think about it after a huge bong hit. Blows you mind, huh?
From Tommy's lips to God's ear?
Yankee... Hotel... Foxtrot
After reading about the review and article, I think I need to go back and listen to "Poor Places" and see knowing the real-life espionage background of the "yankee hotel foxtrot" sample adds any new layers of meaning to the song, or if it was added because sounds cool.
Update: The fever is spreading. Freestyle Conet Project Battles. I think we're almost at saturation point. The Shaw Report in Entertainment Weekly is seriously considering filing The Conet Project under "5 Minutes Ago".
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Me and Mia
Wax museums are freaky by nature, but this is the king of freaky wax statues. It's not even close. Just the look on his face... brrr. The thing is, it's too natural. That's the way Brian Wilson actually looks and it hits too close to home. I couldn't sit next to it; I was too afraid it would lean over and calmly ask me if I had any Rollos. And if I didn't, where could he find a good, cheap theremin? It's almost as if Brian Wilson wasn't made for these times, but he was made for wax museums.
Anyway, I am reminded of this because Brian Wilson is bringing his live performance of Smile to the U.S.
Mas Yo La Tengo
Yo La Tengo perform tonight on the John McEnroe Show on CNBC.
Not only are they the "house band' for the entire program, but McEnroe himself joins them for a cover of "Beat On The Brat."
Tune in at 10 PM to see the show.
The End of an Error
Do You Want More?
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
In this episode, I continue to beat a dead horse...
Anyway, there's an interview with the Boss on backstreets.com. And he's on Nightline tonight.
To balance this out, here's a Jessica Simpson diet tip, courtesy of Cosmo: "I have two bites of a piece of chocolate cake and then throw out the rest." For cardio, she kickboxes the homeless people who try and dig it out of the dumpster.
Come on ride the train, it's a choo-choo train...
"A backstage pass to the wildest and woolliest ride in the history of the music...Brilliantly captures the extraordinary Joplin character in all her self- effacing glory and is the only piece of film footage like that ever to have surfaced!"
— Joel Selvin, San Francisco Chronicle
In 1970, a train journeyed across Canada carrying some of the greatest rock bands of the time. Janis Joplin, The Band, The Grateful Dead, Delaney & Bonnie, Buddy Guy, Ian & Sylvia and others lived (and partied) together for five days, giving concerts where and when they stopped. The train was called the Festival Express. Festival Express might just have been the greatest, and certainly the longest, non-stop rock n' roll party ever. Nicknamed "The Million Dollar Bash" by Rolling Stone magazine, Festival Express was designed to capitalize on the then-burgeoning craze for multi-day, talent-heavy music festivals.
Well maybe we could cut someplace of our own with these drums and these guitars...
From brucespringsteen.net: "I felt like I couldn't have written the music I've written, and been on stage singing about the things that I've sung about for the last twenty five years and not take part in this particular election," said Bruce Springsteen.
From RollingStone.com: "This is one of the most critical elections of my lifetime," Springsteen says, "certainly since I was a young man. I've built up twenty-five years of credibility, hopefully, with my audience. That's something I've tried to put to good use when called upon. It's also something I don't expend lightly."
Around the Sun
"But I like hip-hop. I'm hopping all the time, man."
Odds and Sods
Here's a tour schedule for J. Robbins' new band, Channels.
Neko Case has two albums coming out. Unfortunately, neither are New Pornographers albums.
The Sweet Relief Musician's Fund has been around for 10 years, and here's a short article about it. It's a great organization, but what did they ever do for Kid Rock's departed buddy, Joe C? Nothin'. Not even a donkey basketball tournament. The blood's on their hands.
You can download speeches from the Democratic Convention for free on iTunes, if that's what you're into. There's actually a lot of stuff you miss in John Edwards' speech if you don't hear it on headphones; I hear he was very influenced by Pet Sounds.
And if you want a preview of the Republican Convention speeches, all you have to do is chant "Candyman" three times into the mirror of a darkened bathroom, but it takes a real set of stones to unleash that kind of hell.
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN/R.E.M./BRIGHT EYES
October 1 Philadelphia
October 2 Cleveland
October 3 Ann Arbor
October 5 Minneapolis
October 8 Orlando
On the MoveOn website there's a full schedule of all the shows, and what the e-mail I got failed to mention was that John Fogerty is also playing with R.E.M. and Springsteen. So the question is: Does he play "Centerfield"? Can the song be deconstructed so that "Centerfield" is a metaphor for the presidency, "coach" is the voting public, and "me" is John Kerry? Wow, I just blew my own mind.
Too Tough To Die
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
The Biggest News Ever
Springsteen and R.E.M. are supposedly paired together, according to backstreets.com and Yahoo News.
Wait a moment. Please. Just a moment.
Okay, I'm sorry. I... I just wet my pants. Just a little bit, but still...
I flew up to Boston last September for the second Springsteen's shows at Fenway Park in Boston. The whole show, being in the magical park, this cathedral of America, seeing one of the greatest performers ever... worth every penny. Worth even more.
I've loved R.E.M. since middle school. The way Michael Stipe wrote, those cryptic messages, it was like a secret code between him and every overly sensitive teenager everywhere. As much as I have a problem with their recent stuff, that flame still burns, and I still love what they do.
The idea of seeing two of my favorites, playing for something that I am invested in with just about every inch of my being—the upcoming election, and God willing, John Kerry's presidency—gives me such a thrill. I can't think about bed right now. All I can think of are plane tickets, of internet sales, of tickets in hand. The thought of the electricity in that air, sometime in the future, it's the reason why you enjoy life.
I'm getting too worked up. I feel like Harry Knowles talking about Blade 2 or something on Ain't It Cool News, just ridiculous. I feel like an asshole drunk dialing his prom date. But this is the reason why I write this crap, why I read about music, why I could go broke buying every album out there. It's passion amplified.
So the official announcement. Wednesday... tomorrow.
On another topic: There's a message thread on Backstreets.com about Springsteen showing up to have pizza with some backstreeters who just did Habitat for Humanity. Makes me think I should buy a hammer. But it's a pretty cool read.
Putting the "Fun" in "Fundamentalism"
The Skeleton Shop
"You wanna go for a ride?"
- "Too Tough To Die" is available for download on iTunes.
- "Feeling of Gaze," "Real Love," and "Hard Time Killing Floor" are up on www.dullicious.com (under "News & Updates").
- Album should be out on August 24, and here's the cover art.
Concerts for Victory
The Conet Project
Who likes their gossip hot?
Kerry's bipartisan band
Sen. John Kerry mentioned at the Democratic Convention that his prep school garage band, The Electras, may be getting back together. But already there's partisan squabbling.
Jack Radcliffe, Larry Rand, John Prouty, Peter Lang and Andy Gagarin, who all attended St. Paul's with Kerry, recently got together in Hartford, Conn., to talk about re-releasing the Electras album.
At first, everybody got along fine. But Rand says "the reunion disintegrated" when the band couldn't agree on whether to go with an established label or distribute it themselves. They also couldn't agree on how to spend the potential profits.
Democratic Electras "wanted to send the profits" to the Kerry camp, Rand tells the New Bedford Standard-Times. But Republicans Radcliffe and Gagarin would hear none of it.
"If the proceeds from my songs go to the Democratic National Convention, I'll be worked up," said Radcliffe.
The band's two factions have decided to re-release two separate albums.
You can buy the Kerry-friendly version at http://www.elextrasrockandrollband.com/.
The Grateful Dead's Bob Weir is pleading with Deadheads everywhere not to vote for Ralph Nader. Performing on Saturday in Boston, Weir told the band's followers to be sure to vote, but the exorted, "Don't vote for Nader. I know him. He's an a--hole," our spies tell us. The band then broke into "Johnny B. Goode," a theme song of the Kerry-Edwards campaign ...
In another bit of news, the husband half of this married gossip team went to Brown University and got a master's degree in journalism from Columbia University, which isn't, you know, a bad school for journalism... if you like your schools internationally regarded as premier learning institutiona for a particular field. This makes George Malloy the front-runner for this year's Marilyn Vos Savant Memorial "Waste of a High IQ" Award.
Little (Air) America
Monday, August 02, 2004
Rock and Roll Circus
A review of the new Old 97s album.
Orange alert for iPod users. Yeah, keep wearing those white earplugs. Turns out they whisper "I'm hip"; they say "I'm important"; and they scream "Steal my fucking iPod."
Wait... this guy was in Uncle Tupelo? So he knows Tweedy? If I ever run into him, that's the first thing I'm going to ask him. The second thing I'll ask him will be "Just what exactly constitutes an uncomfortable silence?"
Nobody likes Bush...
Wakka Wakka Revisited
The Boston skyline is pocked. Sensitive eyes see it—every poetic death in this city is charted and marked. You can see the deaths like you can sort of see the Milky Way, it's just like the imprint scientists look for to identify a blackhole: debris surrounding invisible sinkholes where big souls collapsed. No afterlife for those unlucky bastards—just limbo or nihil.
Forgive me for getting carried away, but that graveyard tang is what makes Boston rockers rock more profoundly than the rockers of other cities. The great Beantown songwriters are spirit mediums for the annihilated. Every golden Boston anthem is two-parts rock, one-part funeral dirge. And each has adifferent spin of the city's melancholy.
Which brings me to my redress of the Pixie's BAM Thwok review I had posted a couple of weeks ago on this blog...
I was at a wedding at the Hyatt Harborside near the airport last night, probably the best view of the Boston skyline on the harbor. One-hundred-eighty degrees of my view, at all times, was dominated by that stone obituary. If I wasn't working, I would have been drinking.
So driving home, I've got the radio on. Not FNX, something else, and I recognize the so-called iPOD exclusive. Kim Deal cutting through the frequencies, Frank Black's dry commentary. And it's like I'm hearing all those black holes reopening as I pass along route 1A into Lynn. Just like Stephen Hawking recently said in a classic flip flop of the intellect: black holes donot destroy information, they transmute it into something unrecognizeable,something weird, let out in spurts over eternity.
Something like the goddamn bridge of this song.
I've spent a lot of time in basements—the cellar was the Fortress of Solitude for my devastating preadolescence. And in those basements, I've listened to a lot of Pixies. And for a moment, listening to BAM Thwok, downtown Lynn felt like a cellar lit with a black light and comic books spread all over the place. So much energy it hurt.
So color me a thinking democrat, I withdraw my flaccid critque of BAM Thwok, and can only say that Kim Deal has made Jim Henson, making muppets in Heaven, an even happier man.
Songs from the Crystal Cave
Don't throw your hands...
Me, as much as I'm an R.E.M., I've never really been a huge fan of this song; it's too pithy for me. (Though I can't deny that orchestral swell towards the end... in the video, the camera pulls back, everyone gets out of their cars... very nice.) And while I know this was an attempt for Michael Stipe to step out of his lyrical shell and address an issue simply and directly, I prefer his cryptic, more poetic lyrics. "Everybody Hurts" offers no real comfort beyond a blanket, pseudo-therapeutic, sappy half-thought. "Find the River," with its fable of finding comfort in dangerous times, using metaphors of cities, water, and childhood, is ten times the better song.
Any which way, the Sentinel's series is an interesting idea and the article's not a bad read.
Logic Will Break Your Heart
Available on iTunes (recorded live on Live 105 San Francisco)
1. Still In Love Song (acoustic)
2. Lola Stars and Stripes (acoustic)
3. Yesterday Never Tomorrows (acoustic)
Coming soon on Napster (recorded live at Napster)
1. Lola Stars and Stripes (acoustic)
2. Yesterday Never Tomorrows (acoustic)
3. Gender Bombs (acoustic)
4. Still In Love Song (acoustic)
5. Talk To Me (acoustic)
Save Us, S.O.S.
Hot Hot Heat is also featured on a compilation of live tracks from CBC Radio 3 along with the New Pornographers and some bands that I don't know the first thing about (probably crazy Canadians, I'm sure).