Rage Against the Machine Announce Show in Minneapolis During Republican National Convention
By Kid Midnight on 08-07-2008
News Story Color Key:
Black = Me standing next to a tree
Blue = Me in my soapbox
Just days after playing a headlining show at Lollapalooza in Chicago, RATM have announced a show September 3 in Minneapolis. The band will play the local “venue” Target Center. Interested? Tickets will be available this Saturday morning. Don’t forget your riot gear!
As you may have heard by now, Rage’s set at Lollapalooza was like a pile of oily rags inches away from a lit match. Attendees near the front of the stage were being pulled out of the crowd in large numbers and required medical attention. Later in the set, police officers on horseback responded to a large crowd of citizens, non-attendees, who attempted to storm through a fence and make their way to the show. Throughout the violence, the band even stopped playing for several minutes on multiple occasions, making efforts to calm the more aggressive fans. Singer Zach de la Rocha pleaded with the multitude of listeners to step back, make room for everyone, and treat each other with respect. Following a second interruption of the music, in a truly disappointing and frustrating moment, de la Rocha’s appeals for calm were followed by the declaration of their next song: “This next one is called ‘Bullet In Your Head.’”
I laughed at first; the total opposite nature of the two moments seemed ridiculous. Then I realized that the irony was unintentional: did Rage really hope to put out a blaze by tossing in more wood? How can a band honestly expect peace when even their band name signifies action and protest? Can you really expect a throng of excited people, already annoyed with a day spent in the blazing sun, desperate for release, to mellow out to the hardcore sounds that Rage Against the Machine has to offer? Does anyone else see the utterly ludicrous nature and darkly humorous laughs that this situation has to offer? “Please calm down... Bullet In Your Head.”
That’s why this next date in Minneapolis has me worried. Rage Against The Machine's Target Center show coincides with this year's Republican National Convention, which will be held in St. Paul, a short highway drive away from where Rage will be performing. You’ll be able to taste the tension in the air; you may be able to cut it with a spoon. Now, I'm not suggesting that RATM are planning a violent demonstration. I know that this is just a single show, not a multiple-day festival with the antagonizing nature of heat, exhaustion, and long lines to irritate the crowd. However, with the potential for very high tensions due to the RNC invading the generally democratic Minneapolis, I fear the worst. The early days of September already look to be unstable, and a band like RATM, who seem intent on motivating their fans to action, only adds more unease.
I Was Partially Right: Max Tundra Readies Parallax Error Beheads You in Preparation for Hot Chip Tour
By Mr P on 08-07-2008
Remember last week when I wrote up a story (TMT News) about Max Tundra touring with Hot Chip? Of course you don't, because you never read my shit. :*( Anyway, so the story was primarily about the tour, but I spent the majority of it bitching about how his new album has been in the works for a ridiculously long time. Fed up with the empty promises of the new album, I said the following:
But fuck it, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say the new album is done and it’s being released October 7. I have nothing (really, nothing) but my gut instincts to go off from, but October 7 would be a great date, as it would coincide nicely with his upcoming UK tour with Hot Chip.
And what do you know? A week later, Domino has officially announced the arrival of Parallax Error Beheads You, due not on October 7, but October 13 (presumably October 14 in the U.S.). I was only a week off! And, since I posted the tour story a week earlier than the official announcement, perhaps my internal clock is simply a week off. Or, more likely, I can see into the future. Besides, I just knew that Greyhound bus dude was going to repeatedly stab the guy sitting next to him, behead him, eat parts of him, and then stuff body parts in his pockets.
& Wiley
^ Hot Chip
$ Domino's Crystal Anniversary series with Juana Molina
* Clinic, of Montreal, DAT Politics, James Chance
Deerhunter Tour; Inexplicably Avoid Hunting Lodges, Tours with Times New Viking
By Heidi Vanderslice on 08-07-2008
This past Sunday, I attended one of the illustrious McCarren Park Pool Parties, not knowing the full lineup and hoping to not get peed on by The Black Lips. And what was my little soul blessed with? Three wonderful, beautiful things:
1. Les Savy Fav lead singer Tim Harrington on a Slip‘n’Slide with his infant child!
2. Tim Harrington's subsequent slurred ramblings on the stage mic!
3. Quoth Harrington, as four lovely men took the stage: "D-E-E-R-H-U-N-T-E-R!"
If only Tim Harrington could accompany them as MC for this big ol' mess of tourdates. However, I am pretty sure that Trent Reznor would have something terrifying to say about it.
I guarantee that no one in Deerhunter will ever be able to utter another phrase as badass as, "Next week I'm touring with Nine Inch Nails."
T-O-U-R-D-A-T-E-S:
& Times New Viking
$ Nine Inch Nails
Rich Idiot Pays $23K For a Reel-To-Reel of Beatles Stoner Chatter
By Mike McHugh on 08-06-2008
A recently unearthed reel-to-reel tape of a giggling and gossiping Beatles sold for $23,446 in an internet auction. The half-hour long tape, recorded in 1964 and discovered in a north England attic by one lucky punter, features a fun-having Fab Four chatting like pals and laughing like maniacs, including a version of “I’ll Follow the Sun” that reduces the presumably baked John and Paul to a pair of uncontrollably chuckling morons.
Along with all the merriment, early versions of "I Feel Fine," "I'm a Loser," and "Don't Put Me Down Like This" appear on the tape. The identity of the auction winner was not revealed, but honestly, I hope this yahoo remains anonymous forever. I never want to see the face of a Beatlemaniac so rabid that not even the deluxe edition of Help! provided enough footage of The Beatles getting high and giving each other titty twisters (or whatever the hell they put on the expanded special features of fucking Help!), inevitably driving the lucky winner to dropping the equivalent of an inner-city school teacher’s salary on a reel-to-reel of Liverpudlians with the munchies.
Some people have too much money.
