this fall is shaping up to be the best concert "season" i've seen in a long time... there seems to be a never-ending train of rad bands that are out on tour right now. i'm really super stoked on seeing the jesus and mary chain again at the wiltern, queens of the stone age at the nokia ginorma-dome, pj harvey at the orpheum, u.n.k.l.e. at the echoplex, and a fucking ton of awesome bands at this year's vegoose festival... all in the course of two weeks at the end of october. fuck yeah! too bad i gotta miss richard ashcroft pulling his head out of his ass and laying down some cool shit live with the verve in november. ah well, there's always next time, right? RIGHT? whatever, i've got urban hymns on vinyl, so i'll just slap that mofo on and stare at the verve poster above my bed, and it'll basically be the same thing as being there. yeah, i'm really just that lame.
the verve playing "the drugs don't work" live on later... with jools holland
doesn't get much better than that...
...well, except for the rumor i heard that's been swirling around. the story is that my bloody valentine has been confirmed to headline next year's coachella fest. this is kinda bizarre to be hearing about right now since it's just the beginning of september... and i'm still not fully recovered from last year's desert activities. but if it's true that mbv is reuniting and playing, look for me hanging out at the polo field about 3 weeks before the festival actually starts.
btw, kevin, get on it and make a new record! at the very least work on remastering some of the original issues or something. $70 for the "out of print" you made me realise ep at amoeba is ridiculous, even if you're someone who works there and gets an awesome discount (see also: me). we don't wanna hear anymore non-mixes of bow wow wow's "i want candy," so please just get on with it by calling bilinda up to see if she's down with lubing up the ol' windpipes and laying down some new tunes with you (hint: she probably is).
anyone down to go see low at the troubadour with me? i got an extra ticket for their show on the 29th of september (saturday)... e-mail me if you wanna go.
check 'em out:
you can pay me back by buying me a rootbeer float, or by helping me deface bright eyes stickers:
i just finished watching the rolling stones' documentary "gimme shelter" last night. between the hells angels starting a fight on stage with mick jagger to all the hippies frying their brains out on 'cid at 9am, i was hooked. the best part was when mick was walking out of the trailer and POW! he gets popped in the face by some derranged dude and gets a bloody nose for it. shit, son!
the new mindless self indulgence live dvd comes out next week (sept. 11), entitled "our pain, your gain." i couldn't be more stoked. loved and known these guys for a long time, and their live shows are unreal, so it'll be nice to "relive the experience." it's been fun to watch 'em evolve from an underground band that a bunch of dorks who play halo in their mom's basement listened to. now they're out on tour as the emo draw of the summer at "projekcdt revolooshun," headlining alongside stinkin' park and my chemical bro-mance.
check out the trailer, that, while poorly cut and consisting largely of a 15-year-old audience, is still rad:
remember he 90s? msi has been around longer than half their fanbase is old:
that reminds me: hey, emo-kids with rainbow colored dreads? thanks for putting kool-aid in your hair to make it all those wicked sweet colors. those shows can get really hot and sweaty when you're in the pit, and sometimes you get really thirsty. thank god that you're there to save the day with your colorful sweaty ropes made of hair. all i gotta do is reach out, put my cup underneath your carefully crafted 'do and squeeze. yeah, it's a little diluted, and kinda salty, but that's good, right? like gatorade or some shit?
while msi are outrageous live performers, they're no gg allin. as much as i love east coast punk, i could never get into gg. lyrically, his music is kinda garbage. the dude gets naked, plays with his vienna sausage a lil' bit, then takes a shit on stage and eats it. he randomly grabs chicks from the audience and forces 'em to blow him. he's got some really shitty tattoos. i'm not feelin' it. but hey, dee dee ramone was into it:
i recently watched the most popular film in the vast library of dvds available on gg's live performances, the aptly titled "hated." kinda funny how the director todd phillips, went on to direct "old school," the remake of "starsky & hutch" and my personal fav, "road trip." it's also kinda funny how he started off filming steaming piles of shit and continues to still do that.
rolling stone magazine redeemed themselves a few weeks ago when they put the original lineup of GnR on the cover and featured some cool articles about the creation of "appetite for destruction." this week, the cover features maroon 5 and an article with axl wannabe, scott weiland. needless to say, that's just brown.
it's no secret that i adore queens of the stone age. and yeah, it was prolly for the best to see bassist nick oliveri pack up his coke and leave (see also: kicked dragging and screaming to the fuckin' curb). their new bassist, michael shuman*** (of wires on fire fame) has picked up the slack most recently, filling the gigantic void left upon nick's departure. queens still slays it, but something definitely changed when oliveri left.
in the early days, there was some good shit when nick and josh were paired up together, and scarcely has one seen better back cover art than on the first queens of the stone age record where nick oliveri (sporting a shirt emblazoned with the word "cocaine" on it) and josh homme (wearing a "D.A.R.E. to keep kids off drugs" vintage tee) are situated on either side of a chain link fence. get it? oh, and not to mention that great lil' ufo in the top right hand corner. RANDOM? check it out.
aaaaaanyway, recently, nick's kinda gone off the deep end, and hate to say it, but mondo generator sucks a fat nut. ozz fest, nick? c'mon, man, you gotta know shit ain't goin' too hot when you're giving it all up to sharon.
remember when kids thought creed was cool? i seem to distinctly recall some dudes in eastern washington with baseball caps who definitely wanted to lube up scott stapp's righteous staff. here's nick oliveri (with josh homme and chris goss) giving everyone the real skinny, no holds barred style, straight up on music "today" (which, incidentally isn't much different from that of 5 years ago).
"staind is just brown." fuck yeah, dude, i'm gonna start saying "brown" when something is SHIT, too, so i can be cool like the guys in qotsa:
memo to all the douchebags who think it's "cool" to jump up on stage and throw up the "rock 'n roll horns" while walking around "strutting" their shit in front of the band: YOU'RE IN THE FUCKING WAY. no one paid to see your drunk ass haphazardly fall across the stage in a drunken stupor (unless you happen to be the lead singer of the icarus line). you're not in the band, and you probably never, ever will be. you're killing it, bro, and not in the good way. do everyone a favor, go back to the lawn section, smoke a "doobie" and listen to the music, while enjoying it from where you belong: in the fucking audience. until you're up there headlining, get off the fucking stage.
i'm posting my podcast prolly later tonight or tomorrow... whenever i get around to finishing it. i'm still pretty new at this shit, so it's not going to be of the highest quality, but i can promise some rad bootlegs and cool shit to listen to if you're bored.
***side note:what the fuck is up with the trend of putting up terrible pictures of people on wikipedia? we're not all photogenic, but jesus christ, doesn't have to be a contest for dorkus of the year. he's not a bad looking dude, but you snap a pic of anyone whose really trying to nail a part on stage, and they aren't gonna look like a contender for the cover of rolling stone.
alright, someone forgot to protect their wireless with a password, so i'm actually writing this from the comfort of my own home. until someone wises up, i'm free to steal bandwidth to my heart's desire.
now, i gotta be honest. i'm not a fan of the swedish indie alt wankers the hives. tonight, however, i feel i've found a new respect for these pre-processed swedish meatballs.
as usual, i was randomly perusing through youtube clips, and stumbled upon this amazing little gem of the hives doing a covers medley which includes everything from the incomparable saul williams' song "list of demands" and swedish garage rockers the hellacopters "(gotta get some action) now!" to the white stripes "seven nation army" and three six mafia's "stay fly." everything about these douchers makes me wanna pour a beer on their head and kick a little mud on those fake alligator leather shoes they sport, but not until they launch into their own original music (that's 6m 31sec into the clip, though. make it that far, you've seen the best, pass on the rest).
does anyone remember when buddyhead used to be cool and actually talked about cool shit you could understand and could relate to (or at least laugh along with)? reading their latest gossip just seems like a string of inside jokes from the nin tour bus in netherfuckville, europe that no one gives two shits about, 'cept those fat goth girls that wanna get boned by aaron and need to trade in their multiple personality disorders for eating ones. in all reality, though, they're really just using aaron to get to travis.
for now, i'm gonna go back to listening to a bunch of rad black flag demos and watching pre-courtney kurt slay it on a bootleg copy of a nirvana show in austria circa 1989. FUCK YEAH!
i've been bad. not just bad, but negligent. i'm sorry to the two people that are reading this. i haven't updated. though my excuses are just that, merely excuses, i can only say what i've said before: i can and will change.
busy as i've been, i've still managed to find time to attempt skateboarding,join the population of mac users crash b-list hollywood parties, and meet cool people... all while working at my incredibly rad job at amoeba and wasting every last cent on cd's, 7"s and books on the doors. by the way, yep, i got to see paul mccartney play live at the "secret amoeba show." yep, i was three feet away from him during his entire set. yep, i got to witness his soundcheck. yep, i got paid. yep, it was awesome. yep, i'm gloating.
more and more recently, i'm working on experimenting with creating a podcast. yes, just another pop-culturally infused idea that will soon fizzle into obscurity once i find something else to keep me occupied for a few weeks. stay tuned for that shit!
some celebrity just walked into get coffee at the cafe i'm hanging out at on the next block down from where i live. i have no clue who it is. whatsoever. i think it's victoria beckham because there's about 5 MILLION papparazzi buzzing around, and she's got a british accent. and she really looks like she could've been a spice girl. this is especially great because i'm huddled over here in a corner, it's barely 9am, and i literally rolled ut of bed to come down here and steal bandwidth. if you see me in us weekly please feel free to laugh at my ugly mug looking even shittier sitting next to some hot chick.
and since it wouldn't be an entry without some youtube action and a few of my shitty recommendations:
the only "new" album i've been stoked on recently is the bad brains "build a nation" record. check that shit out, dr. know and the rest have still got it, way over 20 years later. no burn out or fade away here, dudes!
being one of the few people left on the planet who actually still buys records and keeps them (is it weird i find comfort in seeing my 500+ collection all lined up on a shelf just waiting to be listened to?), i am continually finding tons of shit i feel the "need" to buy. i have literally cancelled plans because i wanted to have a listen at the original black sabbath box set i bought earlier in the day. fuck, dudes are right. i am weird.
watch this:
anyyyyyyway, as anti-pro-creation as i am, i really these two would've delivered the ultimate duet... a kid. totally would've oozed talent. or been completely useless. wait, it wouldn't have been american, so i'm gonna go with the former... unfortunately, rumour has it that the only biological present that nick the stripper ever gave the lovely polly jean was herpes. moral of the story: don't do dudes in bands, or you'll wind up getting some nasty shit. doesn't matter how cool they are.
so, i've been gone and busy. which is why i haven't updated.
i just moved to hollywood proper, and i finally got a new job. yeah, i work at amoeba. no, i can't get you cool shit for cheap. unless i like you. which i probably don't. whatever.
i've been spending all my money on music, nothing new there. seriously. lucky my new place is a hovel that allows me to afford such luxuries.
on another note, i'm bummed that sea level is closing. fuck echo park and the silverlake scene, btw.
how stoked am i that queens of the stone age are playing with eagles of death metal and the duke spirit? jesus christ, it's like a train of multiple orgasms. i'll tell you: REALLY FUCKING STOKED.
so, to break the stride, i've decided to bring it all back home by... posting about this awesome tv show i just saw: flight of the conchords.
yeah, seriously. but it's different this time! i swear. this one is actually about "the trials and tribulations of a two-man, New Zealand digi-folk band as they make their way in New York City." see? it's about music! kinda. whatever. i've got nothin' new to say. everyone knows i'm only listening to bob dylan right now, anyway.
so when i heard about the new hbo show "flight of the conchords" that stars jemaine clement and bret mckenzie, two new zealand "celebs" that i came to know and love during my stay down under, i naturally had to tune in and see if down was the new up. check it out:
binary solo! be sure to check out the full length episode here. it premieres june 17th. anyone got hbo and wanna tune in and invite me over?
and yes, billy west, you and your voicing talents did contribute to a large portion of the reason why i turned out to be a completely corrupted product of the 90s. thanks again, dude!
there, we spotted everyone from that one dude in nin to karen o of the yeah yeah yeahs to vincent gallo. and of course, the usual "hip" crowd of silverlake and echo park bohemian transients. museum + hyped indie rock bands = pretentious artistic types galore.
the show very different from their performance at the glass house in pomona a few weeks ago. this set was more along the lines of "ethereal aurual ambience" sprinkled with some new takes that they seemed to be experimenting with (hint: light on the vocals). eugene closed the show with "thanks for spending the past 45 minutes with us underwater." if you weren't there, you missed out! oh yeah, and to the dude who was recording the set with a 4-track... post that shit, already!
tonight i'm gonna go check out the burning brides kick off their month-long residency at the echo.it's free every monday in june starting at 9p so do yourself a favor and go. also, make sure you pick up their new album "hang love" out on june 19th when you're out grabbing the new white stripes cd "icky thump." check it ouuuuuut.
burning brides live in tex-ass on 03.26.05:
for those of you out of the indie-music loop, you may have heard/played the burning brides song "heart full of black" at some point on guitar hero. ...yeah. that's all i'm gonna say about that.
moving on... i've been watching futurama on dvd again. that show was amazing, why the hell was it ever cancelled? here's a clip from the episode "bendin' in the wind" (fuck yeah! dylan reference!).
tomorrow i get to go sit in on a cast reading for futurama. my friend joe matt knows the show's creators david x. cohen and matt groening pretty well, so he invited me to go along with him.
this goes without saying: my friends fucking RULE.
usually, i wouldn't post about a movie unless it had to do with music or some shit (check out the new anton corbijn film "control" about joy division frontman ian curtis, for starters) or unless it was pretty fuckin' rad. but this is my god damn blog and i'm going to do whatever the fuck i want because no one is reading this shit anyway.
knocked up, judd apatow's latest blend of "comedic wit" and "heartfelt reality," isn't really either of the above forementioned things. it's good, though, and worth your money, with the exception of those graphic "the miracle of birth" shots. fuck dude, no one wants to see that shit! at least not me. whatever, the rest of the time it's pretty fuckin' funny.
check out this clip:
other highlights include a scene where actor paul rudd's character scores some 'shrooms from "a roadie for the black crowes." laced with musical references and hilarious canadian weed jokes, it's worth watching. plus, the dude from "undeclared" is in it and he's wearing a nin shirt in one of the scenes that i happen to also own. i always thought he was kinda cute in the super dweeby way, so his wardrobe stylist person/whatever gets props for that. fuck you, yeah, i still like and listen to nine inch nails.
and here's the trailer in cased you missed it:
annnnyywaaayyyyy, tonight i'm gonna go see autolux and deerhoof perform at the natural history museum downtown. it's gonna be rad. then i'll prolly hit up the raveonettes show at spaceland afterwards, if there's still time. if i miss it, there's always a chance to catch 'em when they play at the echo on june 8.
and yeah, surprise! i didn't post about dylan, but i still had to fit him in somehow... if you didn't catch the title of this post. oh yeah, and if you're ever in silverlake/los feliz check out the 4100 bar right at sunset junction.... there's an awesome jukebox selection with everything from sonic youth to guns 'n roses to dylan! fuckkkk yeahhhh!
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