Thursday, September 30, 2004

I ♥ Huckabees

Peter Travers in Rolling Stone gives a pretty good review to David O. Russell's I ♥ Huckabees. If you've ever seen Three Kings or Flirting with Disaster you know Russell makes some crackerjack movies; real funny, real odd, real unexpected. He's like the anti-Ron Howard. Of course, as referenced in Traver's review, The New Yorker calls it a disaster. But you know what? The New Yorker's full of shit. How do I know? I found the review under the section "The Current Cinema". God forbid we call them movies.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Put me in coach/ I'm ready to play...

Well, D.C., you got your baseball team. No more figuring out ways to get up to Baltimore, no more Red Sox highlights at the top of the local sports broadcast (not that I mind, really). Now don't f- this up. Now here's my suggestion: Make the music selections pure D.C.: all go-go and Dischord bands. When there's a pitching change, play Fugazi's "Waiting Room". And so on and so forth...

Tuesday, September 28, 2004


Oof! The Travis Morrison solo album gets trashed on Pitchfork. And a silent tear falls from every Dismemberment Plan fan...

A cheap sunset on a television set could upset her...

Wilco's performing on Conan Wednesday night. So set the alarm, sleepyheads, and try to divert your attention away from "Elimidate" for five minutes.

I'm proud of my genius, just like a painter/ and dumb like a poet...

Word is, if they were giving out 24 genius grants, I'd be pricing hovercrafts right now. Once again, I get robbed.

Monday, September 27, 2004

Turn it up loud, captain...

The new U2 single, "Vertigo", is for sale at iTunes. It sounds very... early '80s. That's the best way I can describe it. It sounds like something off of Boy, almost, from the bass to the breakdown. Even the cover art is kind of new/no wave.

And man, my last few posts have been positively VH1-esque. I need to get my indie cred back. So how about that Modest Mouse band? That came out of nowhere! How about this Interpol? Spooky!

I think that just about does it...

They're putting all your names in a forbidden book/ I know what they're doing but I don't want to look...

Let's take bets on whether this gets Elvis on the terrorism watch list. I'm just saying... Next time he tours the U.S., it could start and end in Bangor, Maine, with an afterparty in the Cat Stevens Memorial Holding Cell.

Go ahead and call the cops/ You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops...

Tom Waits is going to be on David Letterman tomorrow night, and according to, he'll play one show in Seattle on October 18.

Talk Show Host

Well, this is great news if you're patient. But on the other side, doesn't this guarantee five more years of Jay Leno? Mediocrity has no expiration date.

And things got wierd/ and I started growing/ Bob Dylan's beard...

Newsweek has some excerpts from Bob Dylan's upcoming memoirs. From the little bit I've seen, this might have better writing than David Lee Roth's Crazy from the Heat. I guess I lost that bet.

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Up on Cripple Creek

Anyone else excited for Robbie Robertson's Native American musical? Two words: Opening. Day. It's too bad that info gets buried in some article about a Band box set. I'm not getting too worked up; I've heard two discs are going to be Neptunes remixes of Moondog Matinee and one disc is a DVD of Garth Hudson coughing up blood while trying to guess the root chord of medievil atonal scales (though there is commentary by Martin Scorsese: "Ooh, that was a good cough. Really dislodged something").

Together We're Heavy

Oh boy, D.C., you're in for a treat. The Polyphonic Spree is playing a free show at the Kennedy Center Millenium Stage on Friday, October 1, at 6 pm. There's nothing on the Kennedy Center website right now as far as I can tell, but it does rate a mention on the ka-razy Polyphonic Spree website. I'm sorry I'm going to miss it, but I am seeing R.E.M. and Springsteen in Philly that night, so I won't be crying myself to sleep. Unless someone says something incredibly mean to me at the show.

Friday, September 24, 2004

The monkey and the plywood violin

70 things you didn't know about Leonard Cohn, courtesy of the Guardian.

The taxicabs were driving me around/ To the handshake drugs I bought downtown...

Word on the street is that Tweedy's going to be on Nightline tonight, although there's nothing on the Nightline website mentioning it, or even saying what the focus of the episode is. [begin cheap joke]Maybe they want his opinion on cheap Canadian prescription drugs.[end cheap joke]

Broadcasting now/ and lying loud...

It's always sweet when I get something in the mail, even when I've paid for it. Today Channel's Open EP arrived on my metaphorical doorstop from DeSoto, and this is what I love about indie labels: on the back of the envelope was a handwritten note, "Thanks so much! I appreciate it - Enjoy! bye, Melissa". You think any jamoke who gets a Jason Mraz CD in the mail gets that kind of personal touch? (Answer: no.)

Once upon a time my friend Jason, who is very sage, said that Columbia House was his relationship; he sends them letters, they send him CDs, he expects they'll be for him but is still happy when they are, they get angry when he owes them money, etc. You know, when I was in high school, when I got a handwritten note like this from a label, I'd pretty much count that as a relationship. Or at least a date. Unless it was from Kill Rock Stars, 'cause them girls are angry with an anarchy symbol for the 'a' and a middle finger drawn in as an exclamation point. But as I was saying, I was a player.

Anyway, the Channels EP is tasty. No Jawbox, but better than Burning Airlines. Thanks, Melissa.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

I Just Wasn't Made for These Times...

Rolling Stone (yes, I am just pillaging their new issue. I'm like Hagar the Horrible of the internet. Argh!) unearthed Robert Christgau from his secret opium den in Greenwich Village to slobber on the new recording of Smile. I think he liked it, but you can never tell with R.C. Thank God for the star rating.

Springsteen for President

Rolling Stone gets it right and has a cover story on the Vote for Change tour. I guess their coverage of Paris Hilton's purse dog will have to wait two more weeks.

Great quote from Jeff Tweedy: "When people ask why this election is so close, I can't explain it. It's like trying to figure out how Billy Ray Cyrus sold 10 million records." I think his choice of artist says a lot about this election, actually.

And of course, Jadakiss: "I think Kerry's aiight. Everyone always ignores the hood, but I think he's a little bit more for the people than Bush."

There's also an interview with Springsteen. If you've read his editorial in the New York Times or seen the interview on "Nightline", there's not much new here. In fact, it seems he has a list of talking points. But regardless, I like hearing what he has to say, at least more than any other celebrity/musician. He has a cautious, thought-out way of speaking that makes what he's saying all the more persuasive. Or maybe I just have a man crush on him. (He is dreamy.)

A week and a day until Springsteen/R.E.M. in Philly...

Lead guitars, movie stars/ Get their tongues underneath your hood...

The Rolling Stones' Rock and Roll Circus is playing one day and one day only at Regal Cinema theaters across the U.S. So get your tickets early if you want to get your Jethro Tull on.

Man in Black

The Washington Post reviews three new Johnny Cash books, all of which sound like they leave a bit to be desired.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Memory Lane

Another Elliott Smith download from the upcoming album is available for download at It's like they're giving the album away.

But saints don't bother with a tear-stained eye...

They're getting the band back together! Son Volt's recording at the end of September and at they're making the process public with a webcam in the studio. I don't think there's going to be audio, so you'll just have to imagine the uncomfortable silence after someone asks "You guys hear anything about A Ghost Is Born. Supposedly pretty good."

Russell Simmons presents...

The Boondocks too hot for the Washington Post! This storyline was pulled from the paper and replaced with older strips. And this happened before, probably a year ago, when they pulled the strips involving Condeleeza Rice needing a man. Granted, this is not a black/white thing, because in fairness, back in the day, they pulled a B.C. where AIDS was referred to as "God's curse upon the Sodomites" and the Blondie where Dagwood and Blondie go to a swinger's key party. (Dagwood: "You know how much I love a good sandwich!")

The great thing is, the Post thought this was too hot to touch, but the one they ran instead on Monday featured a punchline involving Emmitt Till, a black teenager killed in the deep South in the '60s for whistling at a white woman. Well done.

I told you that I wanted to be wrong/ But everyone is humming a song/ That I don't understand...

I've listened to the Around the Sun stream on and it reminds me how much I wish Scott Litt was R.E.M.'s producer. If Bill can't come back, I'd happily settle for Scott. I'm no expert on record producing, but there's a real VH1-esque sheen on the last few albums, and especially this one.

Looking beyond that, there's a lot of little things to like on this. The Spanish guitar bridge on "High Speed Train". The ending of "Around the Sun". Peter's guitar at the end of "Wanderlust". The dread of "Boy in the Well".

And there are songs that are fully great: "Boy in the Well", "The Outsiders", "I Wanted to Be Wrong", "Aftermath". There are a few clunkers, a few interesting mistakes. Michael actually emotes pretty much throughout the album, unlike Reveal where he was as emotionally involved as a frat boy the morning after.

To focus on one song, I love "Aftermath", as slick as it sounds. There's a bounce to it, with those processed horns on the chorus, the backing vocals, the organ, piano, drum beat. Old R.E.M. songs were like a great meal, where all the ingredients were perfected blended. There was, and I'm going to sound like a car commercial or an investment banker, an attention to detail. One thing didn't make the song; it was the whole deal. And listening to the music, and the story about getting along post-break up, it's just a damn good song, and easy to overlook. Anyway, that reminded me why I love R.E.M. I think the foursome of "I Wanted to Be Wrong", "Wanderlust", "Boy in the Well", and "Aftermath" is as strong as any foursome on recent albums. Unfortunately, it's preceding by "Final Straw", which is a piece of crap.

I haven't been able to take it all in as a full album, with other things I had to do and the stream breaking down. But I like it. I guess I just miss being truly excited; now I'm just glad when they meet expectations.

Peace Train

This Cat Stevens story is getting odder and odder. Now he's being deported? Amazing. Wasn't Ted Kennedy on the list last month? ("Ted Kennedy: Enemy of the in-flight drink service.") So that watch list is pretty airtight. I think Avril Lavigne once said President Bush smelled "like old people"; can't we put her on the list as long as we're just making shit up? Robin Williams had an alarmingly believable Russian accent in Moscow on the Hudson; shouldn't we be checking that out? I heard Peter Noone from Herman's Hermits once left a large tip at a Middle Eastern restaurant. I'm just saying...

I wish the followers would lead/ with a voice so strong it could knock me to my knees...

R.E.M. has posted a streaming, full-length version of Around the Sun on

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Get your bags together, go bring your good friends too/ Cause it's getting nearer, it soon will be with you

Rumor is he was trying to bomb us... with mellow guitar stylings and wistful lyrical insight. No word on how much James Taylor had to do with this, but ATF agents are closing in on a small, two-story shanty on the Vineyard tastefully decorated with old lobster traps and scrimshaw.

Shortlist Day

The finalists for the Shortlist Music Prize have been announced, and yes, Franz Ferdinand is up there. Sigh. Somehow they failed to get shortlisted for the Booker Prize, though a bunch of books I'll probably never read did. Also not named: The Da Vinci Code, Leonard Maltin's Movie Guide, or The Family Circus by Request, so what do they know?

I don't understand why/ would you want to bring me down/ When I'm only having fun/ I'm just gonna live my life

Who knew we would be blessed so soon, without even a warning like a bright northern star, a baby born with stigmata, or at least an aggressive street team blocking my access to the subway? Lindsey Lohan's debut single is for sale on iTunes. And everyone who sleeps soundly comforted by the status quo should be happy to note that she's indistinguishable Britney Spears. Seriously, Britney's going to hear this song and be like "I am so fucking awesome. Not as good as these Jello shooters, but pretty damn close." And she really mines a subject that I think hasn't been properly addressed in pop music: how absolutely fucking hard it is to be a celebrity. Why? Total lack of privacy. Chubby 15-year-old girls with ill-fitting low-waist jeans, pervy 38-year-old guys, and homosexuals in the year 2027 are going to eat this song up with a fork decorated with glittery star stickers.

One quibble: I don't think this song reveals anything about her relationship with a certain hunky That '70s Show star. (No, the other one. No, not him either. Nope, not Kurtwood Smith. Yeah, him. Who would have thought?) Am I just going to have to rely on Extra for information? Maybe she'll open up on her follow-up single, "I Want to Feel You Inside Me, Wilmer Valderrama".

Spiders are singing in the salty breeze...

MTV has a a fine rundown of the Austin City Limits Festival and proves that mentioning Franz Ferdinand in a music review is quickly barrelling toward ubiquity.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

What I miss you won't believe/ Shoveling snow and raking leaves...

Another voice in the critical choir about modern protest songs, this time courtesy of

From the Desk of Mr. Sheena Easton, Pt.III

Every time I get a letter from this guy, it comes on Cathy stationary with "From the Desk of Mr. Sheena Easton" at the top. It's adorable. Cathy's throwing up her hands, papers are flying all around, she's saying "ACK!" Ack, indeed.
WAKKA WAKKA Revolutions: "How'd You Like It, Kimmie?"
My Review of Pitchfork's Review of the new Pixies Cover
by Mr. Sheena Easton

"Does this make you moist... down there?" began the email I received early this morning in my office, just then sitting down to my rigorous morning dose of shitwork. In the sender column, I recognized the nom de plume of Gordon Sumner's Ghost. The email took me by surprise, as his words often carry the odour of a threat. They are meant to demoralize, to destabilize, to weaken my morals and subvert my already shaky grasp of reality. Here, he asked a simple question—I imagined the voice of Telly Savalas-as-Blofeld, asking Bond something deceptive and loaded, with millions of lifes in the balance. How would I respond, knowing Sumner could easily have me, at that second, in his crosshairs?

Beneath the first vaginal sentence, he had posted a link to Pitchfork's review of the new Pixie cover. Knowing Sumner had himself been rejected numerous times for a position at this online mecca of the indie-world, I realized he had baked his arrow in the bread, as it were. Nude of its puerility, his message was saying: "take a look at this, tell me what you think, couldn't I do a better job, aren't I good as well?"

I thought it was a disgusting display, but opened the link anyhow. As evidenced by my earlier reviews posted on this 'blog', I am a Pixies fan. Sumner, knowing this and thinking it girlish, was obviously poking fun. But the review immediately caught my attention, particularly when 'Jason Crock' wrote "(the new cover) trumps 'BAM THWOK'"... since my love/hate affair with the song has been well-documented here, I immediately felt compelled to review this 'new cover'. But as it is not available itunes, and since I don't have the song immediately in front me, instead I endeavoured to review the review... and risk the death knell of British comedy.

Here it is:

Immediately, the reader should be made aware, the new cover is 'Ain't That Pretty At All' by Warren Zevon. A review laced with typical Pitchfork contempt, the uninformed reader would have to wait until the SECOND line of the review to understand that. Instead 'Crock' opens the article immediately comparing this cover to older Pixies covers- classics like 'Head on' and 'Wintermute' (but I must ask this as an aside, what about 'In Heaven, Everything Is Fine'?... 'Crock' omits that, obviously embarassed by his collegiate love for Eraserhead and other David Lynch films, a love which has since been deemed bourgeois and not 'indie rock'). So, right off the bat, the review is gay and lame.

'Crock' goes to reinforce the gay-itude here, in the third convoluted line of his first paragraph- calling David Lovering's drumming 'crisp'. My adjective for Crock's adjective is 'flaccid'. When has David Lovering's drumming ever been like an autumn day or a Saltine cracker: crisp? No. There's an implicit nuanced bounciness to Lovering, like quantum reverb on his bass pedal, barely perceptible but there. Not crisp. More like summer. The Pixies have always been more like summer, more like Latin-America, hot and brushed with sweat. Not sweaty, but a little damp around the temples. Certainly not crisp. I don't know what the adjective for Lovering's drumming is personally, but crisp? You've commited the first mortal sin of writing and have failed to express, Crock.

In the fourth line, and close of the first paragraph, 'Crock' attempts a joke. It's an outdated one, used over and over in reference to Black Francis's kaliedoscope of stage names, and is witty only by default. It has an assumed world-weariness to it that I find disgusting and cripples the charisma that Crock affects through the rest of the review. Nice one, Crock.

Crock wastes his second and final paragraph touching on the soap opera that's gathered so much moss between Black and Deal. It's an appeal to sensationalism and quite unnecessary here—it's enough that Black/Deal would call attention to it in the song itself. That's their victory, Crock, not yours. Let it retain its silent majesty, lest this be 'Access Hollywood' where we harp on the pseudo-gossip of graveyard celebrities. Crock lobs his closing over a sagging net, a limp sideways attack on the Pixies' motives for reuniting ('for their fans, for themselves, or (underlined) for the money?' How much does Pitchfork pay a word, Crock?).

Needless to say, the best part of the Pitchfork review is not even their words, it's Black's line "How'd you like it, Kimmie?", presumably at the end of 'Aint't That Pretty At All?' That alone convinces me that Black's old cockiness has returned and he, at least, has fallen in love with their sound again. Those five words express volumes on the new cover that a two paragraph review from Pitchfork could never. Instead they mire themselves in spinning gossip and murdering the logic of their own metaphors. Zero fidelity.

So there you have it, Sumner. My assessment, if that's what you wanted. Now what? Do cities fall? Do entire populations perish? Yes, you are a good critic, if you need the stroking. Yes, you should write for Pitchfork. Anything to stay your quivering carbunckled finger over the blinking red buttom marked 'forget me not'.

I'm lovin' it...

They must be offering irony as a class for freshmen at NYU this year. This is even better than the new McDonald's commercial where the black woman keeps someone away from her chicken by saying "You better don't!" Sassy! Here's what I want to see:

Mary-Kate: McDonalds gives you enough food for a week!
Ashley: Maybe two!
Mary-Kate: We're twins! Two for twins! Yay...
Ashley: My favorite food to get at McDonalds is the bag and smell it. Sometimes I buy food, smell the bag, then throw out the food. Somewhere where homeless people can't get to it, like the bottom of the ocean.
Mary-Kate: Look how many chicken things I can fit in the well of my neckbones! It's like a clown car in my neck. For chickens. Maybe I'm a chicken now. Bawk bawk!
Ashley: Moo!
Mary-Kate: Let's get out of here. All this food smelling is giving me the dizzies. And you know what happens when I get the dizzies.
Ashley: You sleep with poor people.
[The twins leave, throwing their food into a trash can that Dave Coulier is living in]
Dave Coulier [in Bullwinkle voice]: I'm so hungry, I had sex on videotape with a monkey for money!
Fade out.

I want you around...

Two down, 37 to go. The Ramones are an endangered species right now. But I don't mean to kid. What is most interesting about this story is that Eddie Vedder and Rob Zombie were there when he passed. When I die it'll probably in the company of a dog with a loose bladder and my "bachelor roommate".

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Namoi Wolf, the rumors are true...

Entertaining story on about the lead singer of Les Savy Fav getting banned from a casino for lewd conduct. I'm not a big fan of The Cat and the Cobra, but I'm a big fan of this yarn. I think if you look closely, you'll find it to be a damning statement on the double standard of sexuality in American popular culture. Or it's just a barnburner about a man with a mic, a song in his heart, and passion for mud-wrestling pits.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

"Some things don't hold up over the course of a lifetime"

Over on, someone has posted an early review of Around the Sun from the new issue of Mojo. Doesn't look good. If English rock journalists are saying an R.E.M. album is boring, what hope is there?

Vote for Change... again

This one snuck up on me. After all my bitching about political concerts not showing up in D.C., they're having the all-star final show of the Vote for Change tour at the MCI Center on October 11. I think it was originally supposed to be in Miami, but now it's coming to the seat of Democracy and misplaced arrogance.

Monday, September 13, 2004

Silver City has the first 8 minutes of John Sayles' new movie Silver City on their site.

Friday, September 10, 2004

The Whores Hustle and the Hustlers Whore

PJ Harvey finally announced a U.S. tour for Uh Huh Her. Check out the dates on her website.

Thursday, September 09, 2004

"Franz Ferdinand is the ultimate bland band"

Thank you, Guardian.

What is "Back to Obscurity"?

The long national freakishly-intelligent Mormon nightmare is over.

Because your candle burns too bright/ well, I almost forgot it was twilight...

Insound has a free MP3 from the new Elliott Smith album, From a Basement on a Hill. It's difficult to listen to this song or "A Distorted Reality is Now a Necessity to be Free" without trying to pick it apart like a crime scene or a therapist's patient. Every song on this album is going to have the weight of a last will and testament. When I saw the Twilight Singers, Dulli made a comment about how we'll never know the loneliness Elliott must have experience in the 10 minutes before he plunged the knife in, and I wonder how much of this album will give insight into that loneliness. At the same time, I wonder how much of the album actually deserves attention in terms of what happened.

Sudan is the new Ethiopia

Now there's a second benefit album for Sudan. I just want to say that I think all this awareness started with the "Seventh Heaven" episode with the Lost Boys of Sudan. I've accused Brenda Hampton of a lot of things, but I've never accused her of being behind the curve.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Boom! has an article about music blogs. Why isn't The Ghost of Gordon Sumner mentioned? In a word: politics. In a phrase: Well, no one really reads this. But that's cool, that's cool. I'm keeping it real. I've got cred, and you don't get that by getting mentioned in Rolling Stone. That's just a step up from US Weekly. I'm like Fugazi. Without the talent. Or the tight-ass rhythm section.

Stretch out your legs and dance with me/ All ni-i-i-ight...

Ted Leo's posted some upcoming tour dates on his site. Not that it's an odd occurance to see Ted live. But he's actually playing a couple of two-night sets in Boston and D.C., and two shows in one night in Atlanta. He's also got some great opening bands, like Lucero and The Natural Histroy. And, if you live in the Hollywood area, mark your calender for November 4, because that's Ted Leo DJ Night at the Beauty Bar. Damn Hollywood residents; first they get to see tapings of "Still Standing" whenever they want, now they get Ted Leo DJ Night. And they still want more...

10 A.M. Automatic

The Black Keys page at has MP3s of two songs off of Rubber Factory: "10 A.M. Automatic" and "The Lengths". The album's been getting great reviews, like this one in the Washington Post.

Terror Whores

Comic of the Week. Barely beat out Cathy trying on wedding dresses with her mom. It was close. But damn if this comic doesn't take a piss on the line between offensive and incisive, ballsy and cruel. And that last panel? A brilliant ending. Almost post-modern in its genius. Of course, it helps to not be a republican.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

I'm dancing barefoot, heading for a spin/ some strange music draws me in/ makes me come on like some heroin...

Patti Smith puts on a great show. Seeing her at Avalon in Boston a few years ago may have been a top 5 show... top 10 definitely. She has two shows coming up in the U.S. at the beginning of October, in New York and Providence. The New York show is with Television. God knows who's in the current lineup or what's going on, but I hope it somehow involves Marshall Crenshaw and Evan Dando.

A Grand Don't Come for Free

If I had my druthers, I'd give the Mercury Prize to the Streets. Or Jim Belushi and the Sacred Hearts' 36-22-36. Unfortunately the British music intelligentsia has no time for my druthers, much less my applications for employment. But boy do they have time for twee Strokes/Interpol sound-alikes.

Take another trip around the sun...

R.E.M.'s posted a little medley of songs from their upcoming album at the iTunes music store. The songs are "Leaving New York", "Around the Sun", "Wanderlust", "Electron Blue", and "I Wanted to Be Wrong". Of these, I have to say I'm most excited for "Around the Sun"; Kind of has a clssic R.E.M. feel to it, but more subdued, and not so transparent a nod to the people who miss the old R.E.M. sound. And Michael's singing feels less constrained than on Reveal; it's nice to hear him open up his voice again.

I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks...

Pitchfork is reporting the long-rumored Nirvana box set is finally getting its release in November. Pardon me while I mix metaphors, but it's like Ruben "Hurricane" Carter, finally seeing the light of day after being wrongfully imprisoned in the jail that is Courtney Love's litigation. Except not so much, and Dylan's not writing any songs about it.

Monday, September 06, 2004

Tour De Glasgow, Everybody Come Down

Now this is what I call synergy. The Delgados have a little biking game up and running, with one of their poppy tunes providing the soundtrack.

Friday, September 03, 2004

Tonight, tonight, I say goodbye/ to everything that thrills me...

Pitchfork gives a pretty good review to the Twilight Singers' new album. I still haven't heard the whole album, but I will say this: "Dulli-fied" is the great new verb of the English language; call William Safire. Great last thought in the review: "they do remind us why the earth moved for Dulli in the first place." If you had the pleasure of seeing the Whigs live—or to a lesser degree, the Twilight Singers—you know exactly where he's coming from. Those shows were absolutely monster events of music and showmanship, spiked by great covers. One time I saw them do a medley of their own "Turn on the Water," the Stones' "Gimme Shelter," and PJ Harvey's "Down by the Water"; another time they closed with Prince's "I Could Never Take The Place of Your Man" and the Stones' "Beast of Burden". Whew... I'm getting a little misty. Let's all have a moment for the Whigs...

Don't take any blankets from them...

Dave Chappelle's Block Party. Lineup? Fantastic. Free tickets? Even better. Being bussed to a secret location somewhere in New York? Sketchy. Isn't this how the Trail of Tears and World War II-era internment camps started ("Free tickets to Glenn Miller! Secret location!")? Well, if you're brave, check it out.

Live from San Sotheby's Prison

I like this article about the aforementioned Johnny Cash controversy bestest. Why? A cameo by Triumph the Insult Dog Comic.

This is why DC has no record stores...

Short item in the Post today about a DC public relations type who sang swing music at some parties during this week's convention. An actual quote:
"I got to serenade Katherine Harris at Grover Norquist's tax reform party."

DC: check your soul at the door.

Thursday, September 02, 2004

Two Dollar Shoes

There's a song on the Sub Pop website by Rosie Thomas, "Two Dollar Shoes". It reminds me of Gram Parsons for some reason, and I kept expecting a male voice to break in at some point. Maybe it's just the title, reminding me of "$1000 Wedding"; maybe it's the rambling rhythm and wistful country voice that makes me think of staring out bus windows while listening to a Walkman (come to think of it, did I ever actually do that?). Hell, maybe it's just late and it hits me in the right spot. It's a pretty little song. If you're a sucker for those female singer-songwriters that show up at TT the Bear's in Boston or Iota in Virginia, then you'll be down. That's just fair warning. If you're not a fan of that, you might still like this. Come on, it's free.

So they can't use "Bombs Over Baghdad" at campaign stops?

Did this really need clarification? This is less newsworthy than the Latin Grammys.

The Modern Sounds of Young America

The debut Channels EP comes out September 7 on DeSoto Records. Also, check out the Jawbox videos they have on the site to remember the good ol' days.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Feeding my ego/ in binges and purges...

Free MP3s make the world go round. I'd never heard of The Decoration, but I do like their song "Progress Not Perfection". Also, "Eliza" by the Color Bars is a nice piece of old school pop, like the Posies or Velvet Crush.

Did you get your heartache and your head rush confused...

I don't know what a $2 Bill show is because I am an old man, out of touch with the new MTV generation and their practical jokes and VJs named La La. Give me the good old fashioned Kevin Seals of the world, Dave Kendell hosting "120 Minutes". Hell, give me Kennedy hosting "120 Minutes". Give me the adolescent rush of pink miniskirts on Club MTV that caused afternoons of self-love. Ahem... Anyway, from the Secret Machines:
Secret Machines MTV2 $2 Bill Show

The band will be recording an MTV2 $2 Bill show on Tuesday, Sept 14th at The Roxy in Boston along with The Killers. Tickets will go on sale on the 10th. Stay tuned for airdates on the channel.

Later at lunch/ with the taco lettuce crunch... doesn't so much review as map out the Fiery Furnaces' Blueberry Boat. Sometimes reading Slate can be like walking through the Hall of Mirrors at the Irony State Fair, or talking to the most boring man in the world about his incredible record collection. But this isn't a bad article; even borderline interesting. If you just want to hear for yourself, has the Fiery Furnace "Chris Michaels" for free on their site.

In a world gone mad... has the 25 best protest songs of the moment, which seems to be a weak class. The good thing is, you can download all of them. And it did point the way towards two good sites for free music: Protest Records and Music for America.

Nature Boy

Epitaph Records has the new Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds video, "Nature Boy", up on their site.

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