I Had to Tell You About the New Roky Erickson Documentary and Tour
By Papaya on Apr 12 2007
Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction, a statement rarely applicable to the TMT news column. Yet, nowhere is the phrase more appropriate than when describing the bizarre life and times of psych patriarch Roky Erickson, whose experiences could literally and figuratively be described as mind-blowing. First coming to prominence in the early 1960s as founding member of The 13th Floor Elevators, who are often credited as the first psychedelic rock group, the group continued breaking new ground, playing, and recording throughout the decade. Eventually, his vocal support for marijuana and LSD proved to backfire on him, causing much police attention and ultimately leading to his arrest for a single joint. While on trial, he plead insanity rather than face a 10-year prison sentence, which also proved to backfire -- the plea got him sent to a mental hospital, and his several busted escape attempts from it got him sent to the Rusk State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.
There, he was subjected to electroshock therapy and heavy doses of Thorazine. After being released, he spent the next few decades undertaking new musical projects, claiming to be an extraterrestrial, and living under the eye of his heavily religious mother (among other things). It was only after legal custody of Roky was awarded to his younger brother in 2001 that he began recovering, regaining control of his life to the point where he is now able to make music again, even playing several shows and festivals in the past and near future.
A documentary about Erickson's life, entitled You're Gonna Miss Me (via Palm Pictures), is due for a theater release on June 8 and a DVD release July 10. Note to movie producers: I think I can speak for all aspiring musicians dabbling in recreational drug use from Texas who have religious parents when I say the recent documentaries about Erickson and Daniel Johnson have not exactly been the most encouraging. Just one movie about someone not suffering from schizophrenia by their late 40s would be a serious breath of fresh air. It's difficult to complain though, because at least judging by the trailer on the film's website, this movie is going to be a much-needed retrospective on the important achievements and far-out events in the life of one of the most influential musicians of the 1960s.
But seriously, electroshock therapy?
Meat Puppets Reunite; Miss Piggy Stops Doing Coke
By Petya Romanov on Apr 12 2007
In honor of the seventh anniversary of Jim Henson’s death, the long-forgotten Meat Puppets have decided to reform. The American populace had their first taste of The Meat Puppets in 1976 during The Muppet Show. Originally billed as the local butchers, their airtime was significantly cut when Henson started targeting a more youthful audience and needed more positive and less brutal characters.
The brothers, as they were deemed to be, had little qualms about the lack of airtime, but egos stared to flair when Miss Piggy was introduced to the cast. It was understood amongst the puppet world that Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog were romantically linked, but the crude Meat Puppets didn’t care so much for societal norms. Rumors started that Miss Piggy was having a fling with both brothers, and from 1975-1977, the three faced a limited suspension. Things culminated, finally, on April 2, 1979, when Kermit guest-hosted The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. Miss Piggy was in attendance to watch her frog do his shtick, but after the show, The Meat Puppets showed up completely drunk and offered her a gram of coke if she would perform several sexual acts on them. It was the late '70s, and Miss Piggy was notorious for her coke habit, so she submitted quite easily. Kermit walked in while the three were heavily involved in acts not suitable for this publication. The police were called, but matters were settled out of court. The Meat Puppets agreed to leave the Muppet family for good, and Miss Piggy checked herself into rehab.
Now, almost 30 years since they left the Muppet family, the brothers are back, and this time they are making music. They have a brand new album, Rise To Your Knees, which is chock full of 12 songs in the vain of their old, off-the-cuff lifestyle. Yet, at the same time, it is a rebirth from their clouded past of drug abuse, jail time, and other legal problems. The album is due July 17.
Look for them on tour this spring, hitting mostly West Coast venues. No word if Kermit or Miss Piggy will be making any appearances alongside the brothers, but word is they’ve squashed any problems from the past.
UPDATE: As of April 10 of 2007, the year of our lord, Miss Piggy has announced she is completely clean and has also become the latest spokespig for PETA. Congratulations!
* fans-only event, tickets not for sale
Clutch Come Through in the… You Know; Tour Plans Upcoming, Pending Approval of Family of Auto Mechanics
By Gumshoe on Apr 12 2007
As I think back on my long association with Clutch — from the time I first heard the classic “Juggernaut” B-side to the time I saw them play an enhanced ‘swing’ version of “Dragonfly” in a Spokane dive — I can’t help but run through different associations I have with their band name. To wit, ‘clutch’ can comprise an important part of an automobile, the part that windshield-wiper fluid goes into, methinks. I’m not really sure though; I’ve always been a white-collar pussy, to be straight about it. I used to date a girl from a family of car mechanics, and they would just sit and stare at me, amused. I wish they would have talked to me more though because I’m sure they were thinking the same thing I was: White-Collar Pussy.
Which brings me to another use of the word ‘clutch’: some things are just, well, CLUTCH, and some things aren’t. For example:
Clutch: making the winning basket with .01 seconds left to play in the NBA Finals
NOT Clutch: playing your little brother on a kiddie hoop and dominating him like Bill Murray’s swooping rejection in Rushmore, then telling your mom he’s not very athletic
Clutch: hot sex with a totally hot hottie in the hot-as-hell backseat of a hot-pink VW bus
NOT Clutch: masturbating with your thumb in your ass in the back of a short bus
Clutch: when your best friend shows up at a concert with your ticket and a fatty, which you both enjoy in the front row
NOT Clutch: when your best friend shows up at a concert and explains that he spent your ticket money on Taco Time, a Love Tester arcade game, and a 3-D poster, which you enjoy grudgingly while he watches the show
Clutch: watching Pantera open for Skid Row in 1992, just before the Big Hair Ban
NOT Clutch: watching Skid Row when Pantera’s done
Clutch: Scotty Ian
NOT Clutch: Ted Nugent
Clutch: hearing Deltron 3030 at a college party five years ago
NOT Clutch: hearing Deltron 3030 at a college party last night
Clutch: being vegetarian
NOT Clutch: talking about being vegetarian
Clutch: every Clutch album up to and including Pure Rock Fury
NOT Clutch: every Clutch album since Pure Rock Fury
See how some things come through in the Clutch and some don’t? It’s a fine line, let me tellya, and though Clutch haven’t been too clutch of late, they got another chance when they released From Beale Street to Oblivion on March 27. They’ll also try to make a ‘swish’ in a concert venue near you, unless you live in Pullman, Washington... but I guess that’s a given.
How many tourdates does it take to impress Scotty Ian?:
NOW! That’s What I Call Selling Indie Rock at Wal-Mart, Volume 1!!!
By Judy Berman on Apr 11 2007

You know Vice Records? Right, right, it's the record label arm of everyone's favorite nihilistic hipster publication, Vice Magazine. Since the whole Vice empire is known for its haughty irreverence, one wonders whether the day has come for the magazine to start making fun of the label. I may as well save them the awkwardness by beginning the ridicule right now. Here's the deal: Vice Records has announced plans to team up with other big indies, potentially including Matador and Sub Pop, to release a series of compilations akin to the nauseatingly popular Now That's What I Call Music series. Targeted to what Vice's general manager Adam Shore called the "very casual record buyer," the albums will include such crossover (oh man, if there was ever a word to make you barf, that's the one) artists as Bloc Party, Silversun Pickups, Bright Eyes, and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, as well as erstwhile indies like Sonic Youth (say it ain't so, Thurston!) and Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
Shore, who may just be considering a switch from crotch-hugging jeans to Armani suits, risking unfavorable photos in Vice Magazine's "Dos and Don'ts" section, further explained: "We're partnering with MTV2, and the focus is going to be Wal-Marts, big box stores, red states, and TV advertising — to really go beyond.... We don't really expect indie-rock stores to support this record." Hey, don't worry about biting the hand that feeds you, dude. And while you're at it, let's hope no one reads into your statement and realizes that what you're really saying is that you're dumbing down indie rock for a mainstream audience -- a proposition that's insulting to both the genre's current audience and the faceless masses for which the compilations are intended. Let's go one further and think about what it means that Wal-Mart and red states represent the kind of audience that indie labels are trying to reach. The word "indie," derived from the word "independent" and carrying the connotation of difference and iconoclasm, has died infinite deaths in the past few years, but that doesn't make this one any less gruesome. On the bright side, I can't wait to see the TV commercials.
The Flaming Lips Play Interstellar Baseball Using Live DVD And Tri-Color Mitts Made Of Wizard Powder And Togetherness And Milk
By Squeo on Apr 11 2007
Wayne Coyne and those other two freaky freeformers are lighting a Pyre to the Supreme Being of No-Pain and Light with their first-ever live DVD, called U.F.O.s at the Zoo: The Legendary Concert in Oklahoma City, and if the stars align and the planet we call Home keeps turning and churning and giving the illusion that the Sun has left us when really it's just saying Hello to the rest of the world and will be back soon to shower us in more Tenderness and Secular Renewal, the DVD will be coming out sometime (Time?) in July. Starting April 6, the band will be selling Limited Edition posters through their store, which is so fitting, because given enough time, everything ultimately comes in a Limited Edition, even our own corporeal forms.
The Flaming Lips also have some seriously Eldritch tour dates coming up in Far Off, Far Out places like Myrtle Beach and Pompano Beach. Coyne explained, "When the records come out, we hit everywhere as quick as we can to be out on the circuit. The second summer, you try to go to all the weird, cool places where you want to shop and eat exotic food." This is just a guess, but I bet when they play at Brown University, everyone will be throwing around Giant Balloons of Mellifluousness and then Robert Coover will get up on stage and give a speech about the possibilities of the Digital Medium to advance Metafiction and Art, and then Brian Evenson will get up on stage in a Rabbit costume and warn against the Dangers of Mormonism, and then Wayne Coyne will take back the microphone and launch into "The Supreme Being Teaches Spider-Man How To Be In Love," which will be on the soundtrack to Spider-Man 3, and then the whole crowd will form a Human Spiral that looks like it spirals into Nothingness but really, at the very center will be The Answer To The Question and that Answer will Level all Buildings and Heal all Wounds and pluck the Final Guitar String.
See you there: