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Since it's all the rage to do in Seattle, here's my regrets for the year:
The year 2005 was pretty much like any other year, wasn't it? Yeah, I'm asking YOU—you lazy-ass pig snout trough guzzlers who still think the Earth is round. I have NO regrets exposing all the lost transcripts from Galileo's mistrial that I've managed to procure over the years stating that the Earth is an odd-smelling anvil shoved up your ass backward. I have NO regrets clarifying how you cockatoo larvae-fried mimics display a propensity for the quicksand breaststroke, mired chin-deep in a human skillet where Homo-Pathetica (that's MANKIND for you numbskulls) swirls in belief of swine-greased fairy tales like Al Qaeda. It's quite impressive that a few more of you ignorant subspecies of the one-legged marsupial have figured out that you've been hypnotized into actually believing you produce and direct relevance in the eternal puppet show in the middle of a mirage. As Burmese shamans say to condemn the willfully useless and overly pathetic: "You waste the rice and make the Earth too heavy," listing regrets is an act of documenting failure. My old pal Lemmy Caution had no regrets either because there are only about 63 people who actually matter here in Alphaville. Thank your lucky stars that I've merely scratched the surface. SUN CITY GIRLS' ALAN BISHOP RELAYS A MESSAGE FROM HIS DEBONAIR COMPADRE UNCLE JIM
And if Tony gets closure, we get closure.
Shane West did a decent enough job emulating Darby Crash's patented slashing howl. At one point, he even asked if anyone in the crowd had any lip balm he could use, which I'm guessing is the 2005 equivalent of yelling, "One of you get me a beer!" You could go on about how morbid the act of playing these songs was, but why? Many NYHC oldsters put on their retired moshing shoes for the occasion; even former Warzone vocalist Tommy Rat came out of the woodwork. The best part is I went home none the wiser, just happy in a warm and selfish way that I got to see something I've wanted to see since I was 14. Does this mean I can go buy a house now?FMU has a review and pictures and lots of readers saying fuck shane west.
I don't know about you but these past few weeks wading through lists on MP3 blogs has been pretty boring. Even my list is pretty boring. I mean, Bill Callahan hasn't like killed anyone this year or shit on stage or made someone's eardrums bleed, right? American Analog Set? How straight!
My Terry
Price | $89.99
Tagline | “’Aeeaaiggggggghhhhhhhhhh’ means ‘I Love You’”
Description | Terry Schiavo doll in toy wheelchair, complete with realistic drool slick and removable feeding tube. Features eye-rolling, gas-passing and reflexive smiling action. Comes with a six-week supply of nutritious food slurry. Batteries not included.
Hazards | May attract large, belligerent crowds.
- OK, this is sorta an indie list but it's got SCIENCE behind it, it's like the listing of free and legal Mp3s that have been linked by the growing roster of blogs that ELBOWs tracks. Number 1 is SOFT?!?! Who?
Crest Peppermint, Cinnamon or Strong Mint toothpaste on a Saltine Cracker. I can't believe how good this is! These Crest flavors of toothpaste are un-real, like brushing your teeth with an ice cream sundae. I also tried this on Wheat Thins, and other whole grain crackers - but it wasn't the same. It did work well spread thinly between two slices of white bread (white flour seems to be the key), but oddly did not work spread on a plain bagel. Go figure. You know, I once read a news story about two women who were stranded on a boat off the coast of Florida, and they survived four days on nothing but a tube of toothpaste and a half bottle of flat, warm champagne. The warm champagne sounds gross to me... but I now know I could survive on toothpaste in a life-threatening situation.
includes a band named Pissed Jeans. Heh. Heheheheh.
Thurston Moore (Sonic Youth/Dream Aktion Unit/College Girls Gone Wild)
Charalambides - Live/Dead (Wholly Other)
Can’t - 7" (Ultra Eczema)
Leslie Keffer - Devastates (No Label)
Family Underground - Slingshot Feud Vol. 2 (Sloow Tapes)
Eyes and Arms of Smoke - Moonburn (Ramparts)
Fricara Pacchu - Waydom (Lal Lal Lal)
Taurpis Tula - Steel Rods Bruise Butterflies (Chocolate Monk)
x.0.4 - All Alien Part One (Wabana)
Religious Knives - In Bed (Heavy Tapes)
Wayne Rogers - Blues-Ul Alb (Twisted Village
Worst of 2005
Tom Waits
The apogee of phoniness. I think he gargled Roto Rooter after reading Kerouac. Then he fell asleep on a cold railroad track but lived. Too bad. Joe Strummer hated you also.
Trachtenberg Family Circus
Your twelve year old drummer plays at a ten year old level.
From September 28-Oct.12, we began and completed our third studio album. That made fifteen 12-hour days in a row. Got kind of blurry after a while. For this album/CD, only the band was involved: myself - guitar/vocals/songwriter; Clint Conley - bass/vocals/songwriter; Peter Prescott - drums/vocals/songwriter; Bob Weston - tape loops/sound person. Bob engineered it (he is a very experienced engineer who works for NPR as well as Electric Studios in Chicago), and we all produced it together. Whether or not this made it even more of an anomaly than our usual fare remains to be seen.
The band rarely constructs songs in a typical fashion, and we make no apologies for our basic lack of concern about having a mainstream "hit". But if one is interested in an unusual take on what "rock music" is, or isn't, Mission of Burma could be a place to look. The band, with three distinct vocalists and songwriters, functions in a very democratic/anarchistic fashion. And is not afraid of chaos, though
things are often highly structured if you look just past the surface. As an example of our atttitude, on one song from the just-recorded CD the following happens in the last 1 1/2 minutes: A near-disco groove unrolls with 'creamy' vocals in pleasing two-part harmony. Then we lurch into an "out of control/cacophonous" section where each player researches his own thesis. This morphs into a super-minimalistic riff/beat. Shorly a duet shows up between guitar and tape loop/tape manipulations. The song ends when the band/groove grinds to a halt, and the guitar and tape loop overhand just long enough to prove that things aren't what they appear.It seems likely that the CD will be out in May or June on the Matador Records label.
excerpt:
''I was never that hot on reunions, believe it or not," says Peter Prescott, smiling puckishly at the irony of his remark.
The 40-something indie-rock veteran has, after all, spent the better part of the last four years drumming for the reconstituted yet still fearsome postpunk legend Mission of Burma. And now, after a nearly 15-year layoff (save for a one-off gig a few years back), he's getting ready to commandeer his post-Burma band, the Volcano Suns, for reunion shows at the Middle East Upstairs on Thursday, and then at Maxwell's in Hoboken, N.J., Dec. 30 as part of indie-rock combo Yo La Tengo's annual eight-night Hanukkah residency.
The funny thing is, the reunited Burma's now been together longer than they were the first time around, and Prescott is in better playing shape than he's been in a decade.
''If you're going to do a thing like this, you've got to do it well -- especially when you're regurgitating something old, you don't ever want to do it in a shabby way," he says. At the time of our interview, Prescott and his returning Suns bandmates -- guitarist David Kleiler, who now lives in Los Angeles, and bassist Bob Weston, who resides in Chicago -- haven't had a chance to rehearse together, but they've all been practicing separately.
''For the past month, I've been re-absorbing everything from the old records. The main concern for me" -- Prescott laughs -- ''is that I have to sing a lot more with the Suns, so that'll be a challenge."
The possibility of a Volcano Suns reunion (the band broke up in 1991) had been kicked around for years, but nothing came of it until Yo La Tengo singer-guitarist leader Ira Kaplan got in touch. ''This is the fourth year we've played all eight nights of Hanukkah [at Maxwell's], and we've tried to make the shows as spectacular as we can," says Kaplan. ''In spring of this year, we thought about the Volcano Suns. We were always fans of theirs, and equally important to us, we're friendly with Bob, David, and Peter."
per Fatcat Reccids 'n' Tapes
The 'locks have some new songs up at their myspace... "Caveman Rock" makes me wanna beat my chest and strangle my girlfriend (consenually of course)... and they are supporting an "about the warlocks" pitch written by B. Coley:
In many respects, the style-tombs this LA band plunders exist in the underground's collective subconscious. Rhythm guitar and organ combine like nothing but mid-period Velvets; gentler lead flourishes are pure extensions of the Angelino Byrds/Love/Rain Parade tradition; the pulse's slow-moving inevitability and the shimmering, staggering wall of heavy drug imagery are classic Spaceman 3. These building blocks have been utilised by entire generations of sullen youths. But the way the Warlocks assemble them makes it all sound new, loud and ripe. The band's considerable size (they're an octet) gives them a natural sonic width that skinnier combos lack. And their twin drums can conjure up either the 68 Dead or the 78 Cramps (two truly Platonic ideals). But for all this name-checking, the Warlocks' raunch is unique, thuggy and essential. By Byron Coley, MOJO
Tuesday, December 20
via ForcedExposure.com:
Mike Watt gives an update on "Edward" fromOhio...
edward was born and raised in toronto, ohio (in the east part of the state, near stuebenville).
he did roadie as well as tour manage, sling shirts and even play trumpet for southern culture on the skids for a while but stopped that last year. he put his own band grand national on hold too. he's working on some solo material now. we talk on the phone, seeing he lives in chapel hill, nc. much respect to edward!
If you remember, a few months ago I posted (and even got a few comments for once) on made-up band names
Q: I'd like to name some bands who've played at CBGB and get your recollection on what you thought the first time you saw them perform.
A: Okay.
Q: The Talking Heads.
A: Love them.
Q: Even the first time you saw them?
A: I've always loved them. They're fantastic.
Q: Patti Smith.
A: Wonderful. She played here for a few weeks.
Q: Pearl Jam.
A: Great. They played a few times.
Q: AC/DC?
A: Very loud. They were great. Spinal Tap was also very good. They are excellent musicians
Q: Courtney Love.
A: Very unpleasant. I will never have her here again.
One of the oldest MP3 blogs, Never Came Home, went silent last year. Cynical, irreverent and all that shite, it introdeuced me to the Selfish Cunt phenom. When it went silent, it was a big loss.
Of course in its true cryptic fashion, one can find either links. However this works.Friday, November 25, 2005
posted by Z* @ 11:43 AMFuck this. Coming soon hyperadar.com but in the meantime hyperader.blogsome.com
Christopher Orlet pays tribute to Dave Brubeck on his 85th:
WITH THE DAVE BRUBECK Quartet jazz was for the first time embraced by a mainstream audience, largely due to the Quartet's appeal to white college kids. Critics, of course, considered such vulgar popularity a sign of weakness. "The jazz world likes to view itself as outsiders from popular culture," said jazz critic Ted Gioia. "And jazz people are always uneasy whenever one of the fraternity crosses over to this large public audience." Jazz musicians were uneasy too, suspicious of anything not sticking to the familiar Kansas City four-four. "You don't swing," Miles Davis once sneered at Brubeck. Later, Miles had to admit that Brubeck did in fact swing, but insisted his band didn't.
Of course Brubeck did swing, and he was cool, in the sense that Elvis Presley was cool. And William S. Burroughs and later Andy Warhol. In the sense that he was a creator, not an imitator. Uninterested in the pose of the sulky, anti-social tough-guy, Brubeck wanted to be cool on his own terms; a jazzman, yes, but an essentially decent human being too.
?Yeah, for Christmas shopping, I'm gonna have to go to the dollar shop and buy everyone a coffee mug.
We haven't picked on old Senile Bob lately but here he is taking time out of his colostomy bag rotation to take part in the creepy media's "memorializing" of John "I'm just a bitter guy" Lennon on his deathday anniversary to settle an old score with Ira Kaplan over an obscure comment in an obscure newspaper:
Ira Kaplan of the band Yo La Tengo wrote in the SoHo News that the Dec. 7, 1980, suicide of Darby Crash of the Germs, a Los Angeles punk band, was a more important death than Lennon's.
"I thought that comment was obscene," says Robert Christgau, chief music critic for the Village Voice and a music writer since 1967.
"A lot of people were not excited about Double Fantasy [the album Lennon released just before his death], but I thought it was a great record. Was Lennon's solo work more important than the Beatles'? No. But the Beatles were the greatest rock band of all time, and they set an impossibly high bar."
Here's a nice present for the Christmas tree:
Hello. I am happy to announce that I will be back on Indie 103.1 with my show, Harmony In My Head, on Tuesday nights from 8 to 10 pm West Coast Time starting 12-27-05 (a year to the day we shut ‘er down last year).
Recently my manager told me that the Indie folks asked if I wanted to be back on the station, and seeing I was going to be in town fairly often in the next several months, I thought about it for about for half a second and said yes.
For those of you who listened to the show last year: It’s more of the same. All kinds of music and commentary and, of course, there will be visits from Heidi Almighty. The Harmony In My Head site, www.harmonyinmyhead.com, will be back up with all the annotated notes and the show can be streamed from the Indie site: www.indie1031.fm. I am presently working on the play list for broadcast #1 and it’s going to be a good one! The show wouldn’t be the real deal if Engineer X wasn’t there with me so I asked him if he could do it and he can so we’re back at full strength! If you liked the notes from the show last year, an expanded version of them is available as a book called Fanatic! available from www.21361.com.
White revealed last month that he accepted Coca-Cola's invitation to write a song "along one theme of love in a worldwide form" for an ad, and Noel is not impressed.
The Oasis guitarist told the NME: "Jack White has just written a song for Coca-Cola. End of. He ceases to be in the club. And he looks like Zorro on doughnuts, I don't believe in adverts. He's meant to be the posterboy for the alternative way of thinking.
"Coca-Cola man. Fucking hell. And OK, you want to spread your message of peace and love, but do us all a fucking favour. I'm just not having it. It's like doing a fucking gig for McDonald's."
Gallagher also said he did not believe in ads and did not need the cash. However, Noel and his brother Liam are believed to be pocketing a six-figure sum from Toshiba for endorsing its 803 MP3 mobile phone.