Beach House Mount Eerie Castellón: Tanned Tin Fest Has Nothing to Do with Woody Allen
By Liz Louche on 11-05-2008
Spain -- a beautiful, diverse land full of exquisite architecture, mouth-watering tapas, and badass giant bats that eat charming Disney-like songbirds for dinner. (This is true! I just read about it on the internet when I Googled "fun facts about Spain.") It's the European nation closest to Africa, the land that gave us conquistadors (no matter what you think of these land-takin', heavy armor wearin' tough guys, everyone can agree that the word is fun to say!!!), and beautiful, beautiful Penelope Cruz. And now they have yet another amazing thing that we non-Spaniards cannot ever have -- no, not with such flair, such panache. I am speaking, of course, about the Tanned Tin 2008 Festival.
Taking place in Castellón, a picturesque Catalan town I can't afford to visit, Tanned Tin consists of five affordable days of awesome tunes. A ticket for all five days will cost you a cool 75 euros, or you can buy individual day passes. But can you really put a price tag on strolling underneath the sultry Spanish sun? Sharing a leisurely meal with friends late into the night? Gloating to your more impoverished, non-European friends about how you posed for pictures with Mount Eerie in front of a gothic cathedral?
Well, maybe you can, but with a lineup featuring Agent Ribbons, Arms, Audrey, Balmorhea, Barzin, Beach House, Benjamin Wetherill, Cass McCombs, Come, Dälek, Deer Tick, Doveman, Eric Chenaux, Fern Knight, Jana Hunter, Jeniferever, June Panic, La orquesta del caballo ganador, Mahjongg, Mary Hampton, Mom, Monkey Cup Dress, Mount Eerie, Munch Munch, Nacho Vegas, Neptune, P.G. Six, Paul Marshall, R.G. Morrison, Radar Bros., Retribution Gospel Choir, Sam Amidon, Sr. Chinarro, Tara Jane O'Neil, Thalia Zedek Band, The Declining Winter, The New Year, The Strugglers, The Wave Pictures, Voice of the Seven Woods, and Zu, consider the bang successfully gotten out of your buck
11.12.08-11.16.08 - Castellón, Spain - Teatre Principal and Casino Antiguo
Canadian Supreme Court Says Linking to Defamatory Information Is Not Considered Publishing and Therefore Legal – Replace “Defamatory Information” with “Torrents” And We Got Ourselves a Precedent for Legal File-Sharing in Canada, Folks! Yeehaw!
By Mike McHugh on 11-05-2008
One day in 2006, Vancouver businessman Wayne Crookes got mad at some blogs. Claiming the sites had defamed his character, he filed suit against the offending blogs as well as a number of other websites, including giants like Google, MySpace, and Wikipedia, claiming these big boys allowed users to anonymously post slanderous comments. But Crookes didn’t stop there. For his douche-de-grace, Crookes sued news focused file-sharing site P2Pnet for linking to the alleged defamatory content. Hmm, I wonder why people felt the need to libel him in the first place? He seems like such a swell fellow.
According to TorrentFreak, the British-Columbia Supreme Court recently ruled in favor of P2Pnet, determining that linking to defamatory information is not the same as publishing it, which clears P2Pnet since material must be published in order to prove defamation. Not only is this a fantastic decision for free speech, but also for everybody’s favorite hobby -- getting free shit off the internet. Since most BitTorrent sites only link to files and publish nothing on the site itself, this case could stand as an effective precedent reference against potential file-sharing suits.
So, enjoy your landmark case, Canada. I’ll be here in America, hiding under my desk hoping our fucking copyright czar doesn’t catch me downloading High School Musical 3. Sure, I could go to the theater, but I prefer to get my Zac Efron fix in private... Seriously, his eyes are like little pools of eternity.
Icy Demons to Tour North America With of Montreal and Yeasayer, Temperatures in North America to Correspondingly Plummet; Coincidence??
By Nobodaddy on 11-05-2008
Get in here and shut that door, boy; quick, yer letting the heat out! Didn’t you hear? There’s Icy Demons outside! What?! What do you mean you “haven’t heard the legends?” Didn’t yer ma and pop teach ya anything??? Lord o’ mercy. Well, what’re ya waiting for? Sit down then... I guess it’s a granddad’s job to do everything around here.
Ya see, legend has it that every fall, when the last of them colored leaves is finished fallin’ from the last maple tree, that’s when the Icy Demons come. Awakenin’ from their summer of slumber and fresh off of the release of a new album of demonicly crafted pop inventiveness, say, this year’s Miami Ice (TMT Review), they descend upon the land of the mortals and rove the countryside with their ill-gotten chums, frostin’ over the farmlands and blowin’ down the thermometers with their icy breath!
Oh, and you better believe they’re a-comin’ for us, the whole cursed crew, with their terrible siren songs meant to lure the unawares outside into the chill! It won’t be long now. I can hear ‘em marchin’, even now. There’s the fearsome Pow Pow (Man Man, Need New Body) on drums, the demented captain Blue Hawaii (Need New Body, Bablicon) on bass and vocals, the woebegone Jeff Parker (Tortoise) on guitar, the insatiable Josh Abrams (Prefuse 73, Sam Prekop) on upright bass, the maniacal Chicago improviser Tomeka Reid on cello, and, of course, the flesh-freezing Russell Higbee (Man Man) on guitar! They’re all comin’ for us, I tell ya! I can feel it now, boy! The grip of the Demons’ icy fingers on my heart! Runnin’ along the left side of my body! Tinglin’ my left arm and... aw, wait. Call an ambulance, boy.
Ice Forecast:
* of Montreal
** Yeasayer
*** Royal Bangs
