Ray LaMontagne to Release New Album in September, Which Means He’ll Be Touring Soon, Which Means More Wasted Women Will Flirt With Him At Shows
Two years ago I saw Ray LaMontagne live and was stoked. But two years ago I was not as cool as I am now, as I wouldn't be caught dead at a Ray LaMontagne show ever again. Now, don't get me wrong, I do occasionally enjoy his music, and I'm not bashing on him simply because he's handsome, but, from my experience, some of the women he attracted to that show were focused more on shouting sexual innuendos than actually listening to his performance.
Featuring his live band as his studio band, LaMontagne's new album, Gossip in the Grain promises to be more "open-sounding," but it unfortunately doesn't promise not to attract flirtatious women under the influence.
Gossip in the Grain will be released September 9 on RCA Records.
Believe it or not, there are already several books about No Wave, the avant-garde movement that originated in New York City in the late-1970s. Sonic Youth’s Thurston Moore and writer/editor Byron Coley are just the latest authors to take on No Wave in their new book, No Wave: Post-Punk. Underground. New York 1976-1980, due out this month.
The book will consist of 150 poignant images, selected by Moore and Coley, most of which have never been published before. It will also include an oral history delving into the exploration and celebration of No Wave, as well as a comprehensive index of the people, bands, and places that played key roles in the scene.
If you’re thinking a party is in order, Moore and Coley are one step ahead of you. Come join the duo June 13 at the KS Art gallery in NY (73 Leonard Street) for a book signing and the opening of an exhibition of photographs and other items from the book, the latter of which will run until July 2. And as we reported earlier (TMT News), NYC's Knitting Factory will play host to one-off reunion performances by Teenage Jesus and the Jerks (featuring Lydia Lunch, Jim Sclavunos, and a surprise bassist rumored to be Thurston Moore) and The Information.
What’s that? You already had plans for June 13? No worries; Moore and Coley have some additional book signings and Q&As scheduled:
Do you sometimes feel like North America's summer music festival season is missing something? We here in the New World don't really get a chance to dance to Björk in the shadows of an ancestral castle or smear mud on each other in the mythical lands of King Arthur. We do, however, now have the opportunity to experience a New Pornographers-curated musical weekend convenient to the Vancouver Children's Zoo, where we can park our cars at the Horse Barn Parking Lot. I imagine it's just like what it sounds like! Seriously, horses LOVE Neko Case.
The weekend of August 31-September 1 will mean a sweet ending to summer for Vancouver residents and roadtrippers. The New Pornographers have assembled a lineup of their favorite groups from the area and beyond! It's held at the Malkin Bowl in lovely, petting-zoo filled Stanley Park. Artists confirmed include Andrew Bird, Destroyer, Neko Case, Deerhoof, and the Evaporators on the first day, and Visqueen, The 1900s, Stevie Jackson of Belle and Sebastian, The New Pornographers, and a mysterious "special guest" on the last day. Proceeds will benefit the ALS Society of Canada and the Urban Native Youth Association.
Girl Talk To Release LP Under Pay-What-You-Want Model (Because His Fans Have Disposable Income And He Wants To Get Rich And Subjugate People)
Girl Talk's forthcoming album, Feed The Animals, the highly anticipated follow-up to Night Ripper (TMT Review), is set for release "over the next few weeks," according to Billboard. BUT IT WILL ONLY BE AVAILABLE ON THE I.N.T.E.R.N.E.T.! Featuring over 300 samples crammed into 55 minutes, Feed The Animals will see Girl Talk adopting the tip-jar model made most famous by Radiohead.
A physical copy of the album is planned for release later in the year, but until then, you're best bet is to to keep refreshing Girl Talk's website, Illegal Art, over and over and over until your head explodes, resulting in blood splashing all over the walls and on close family members and friends, with scattered brain parts getting stuck in funny places, like your grandma's hair and the sound hole in your acoustic guitar. (Wouldn't it be funny if everyone just started laughing while your grandma picked up the acoustic and started strumming "In Bloom"?)
Girl Talk has a mini-tour scheduled for the summer, but Billboard reports that a fall tour is also in the works.
Do you have fantasies of Santa Claus finger-picking a steel guitar? Are you excited by foot-long, knotted beards? How about scarves? Appalachian folk songs? Jazz music? Songs about eating worms, palindromes, and making a cool milli?
Welcome to Baby Gramps, the purveyor and salesman of the aforementioned musical wares. Gramps, with a voice that sounds like a Swiss cheese muffler, lovingly guides audiences through a free-associating tour of American music. His origins are purposefully mysterious -- he lives in the Pacific Northwest, he’s been playing music since the ’60s, and he, uh, tours sometimes. A mixture of ecstatic singer-songwriter, unfrozen vaudevillian, raconteur great-grandfather, and hobo chic paragon, the act goes down like a glass of warm milk.
The best part is that if electricity were never invented we’d still have Baby Gramps.
Raise your Oreos:
* Devil Makes Three
$ Rogues Gallery CD concert tour
Aesop Rock to Release Instrumentals, A Capellas, and Lyrics for None Shall Pass, Carrie Bradshaw to Fictitiously Discuss This In Her Fictitious Sex Column, American Women to Blindly Accept That Writing a Sex Column Would Warrant A Budget Sizable Enough For Weird, Expensive Headwraps, Fur Shrugs, Cases of Marlboro Lights, and Enough Cosmopolitans to Kill a Lifetime of Loneliness, Intense Periods of Sexual Frustration and Realized Inadequacy
What matters more ladies? Your girl friends or love? It has been my experience that a good high-heel romp with your best gal pals can cure any bout of lovesick man drama. As in: there is nothing quite like a gal pal’s love. Gal pals are just perfect. They are sort of well-dressed and giggle coyly when I say the word “gal pal” or when I tell them about the homeless man I slept with last night. I am so wild, I cannot be tamed! (I am 30-something and unmarried and not afraid. Except very afraid.) Why does Samantha like sex so much? Why do I wear weird headwraps? These things I do not know. I do know:
(1) Love conquers all;
(2) So do cosmos!
XOXO – Carrie <3
To prepare for his big date, a young man went onto the rooftop of his apartment to work on his tan. Not wanting any tan lines, he sunbathed in the nude, but fell asleep and accidentally burned his penis.
Not wanting to miss out on his date with a hot blonde, he applied some ointment to his manhood and wrapped it in gauze. The blonde showed up at his apartment later that night, and after dinner they went into the living room and listened to all of Sunburned Hand of the Man's 18 related releases from 2008 (seriously, 18).
During the movie, the young man’s sunburn began to hurt. After several minutes of extreme discomfort, he asked to be excused.
A friend had told him that milk was very effective in reducing sunburn pain. So he went to the kitchen, poured a tall glass of cold milk, and placed his sunburned member into the milk. He experienced immediate relief.
The blonde, wondering what the young man was doing, wandered into the kitchen and found him with his shaft fully immersed in the glass of milk. With a look of understanding the blonde exclaimed, "So that’s how men re-load their things!"
And then they porked:
@ Comets on Fire
$ WHY?, Matmos
MIA Pledges to Use $100K Payday to Build New Schools, Also Pledges to Use “Building of New Schools” to Sell More Records
Man, that M.I.A. is one slippery mango pickle down river! So much so, in fact, that we here in the TMT storyboarding department aren't even sure how to go about satirizing/caricaturizing her these days.
I mean, come on, Maya! Are you a corporate shill of the Warner Music Group?? Or are you a renegade hip-hop activist??? Those cammo-pants could readily suggest either! Sighhhhh... well, TMT ended up being so confused as to how exactly to play this bit of M.I.A. news that we never really got past the ‘rough sketch’ phase this time. Not exactly our proudest moment, but P says that the music news must be told one way or another (he's kind of a megalomaniac, people)... so, for better or for worse, here's our storyboarding department's initial reactions to some of the British/Sri Lankan hip-hop goddess’s recent antics (keep in mind that this department is mostly made up of unpaid high school interns):
- M.I.A. recently announced her engagement to WMG head Edgar Bronfman's son? Boooooo. Fuck that sellout! Waste her in this story!
- Oh, Edgar Bronfman's son is actually legitimate rock guitarist Benjamin Brewer? Hey, that's kinda cool! Never mind, she's all-good! :)
- Hang on, she reportedly collected $100,000 for a performance at an MTV Movie Awards after-party in West fucking Hollywood that was sponsored by Target?? Fucking Charlatan! She's going doooooooown!
- Wait, it was also sponsored by Converse One Star? Yaaaaaaaaaay!! I loooove One Stars!!
- Oh, she only performed for 30 minutes??? Laaaaaaaaaame! She's a sellout for SURE!
- Fuck! After the performance, she jumped on top of a photo booth and told the audience that she is "going to use it to build schools in Liberia... It costs $52,000 to build a school for 1,000"??? Sooooo AWESOOOOOME!!!! M.I.A. Ruuuuules!!! She could build like two schools! Give this story a photo! She's a real activist!!! Hoooooray for M.I.A.!!!
- Oh wait a second here, she then invited women onstage to dance to "Paper Planes," including Jessica Szohr, Jessica Stroup, and Rumer Willis???? uhhh... BOOOOOOOOO!
Once I went to this party where the host had infused the fuck out of some pineapple into vodka, thereby creating the perfect storm of sweet, tropical goodness and alcoholic potential mayhem. The next day I went to see San Diego band The Locust. I had a hangover that made me feel like I had been repeatedly brained in a dark alley the night before, while small larvae simultaneously hatched and tunneled into my skull. Consequently, watching grown men in fencing masks create extremely harsh, hardcore noise punk in a small, crowded room was one of the worst aural experiences of my life.
And now that magical experience can be yours! The Locust are getting ready for a late-summer European tour, during which I would entreat you to stay away from your coworker's fruity booze experiments and get a good night's sleep beforehand, so that you can actually enjoy the abrasive rock that you're paying good, solid euros to hear.
David Gilmour to Perform “Atom Heart Mother” with Italian Pink Floyd Tribute Band… Yeah, Can’t Really Improve Upon This Headline
From the hills, the anguished cry of Roger Waters could be heard as he read this choice bit of news. Cursing his "pretty boy" arch enemy, the self-proclaimed brains behind Pink Floyd then stalked off to hire a band for his next tour -- any band, as long as they absolutely loathed that baseless "rock and roll" and were willing to have stimulating, creative onstage discourse with Waters, the kind featherhead David Gilmour would never understand. Or would he?
Ron Geesin, co-composer of "Atom Heart Mother," the sprawling six-part instrumental that comprises Side One of its 1970 namesake album, has rounded up the following people for a performance of his (co-?) masterpiece: a 10-piece brass ensemble from The Royal College Of Music, cellist Caroline Dale, 40-member chorus Canticum, and... Italian Pink Floyd tribute band Mun Floyd. There will be two performances on June 14 and 15 during the Chelsea Festival at Cadogan Hall. And on the second day, Geesin said, "Let there be David Gilmour on guitar." And there was true culture ascribed to the performance, even before Gilmour's participation was announced.
Roger Waters looked and said, "THIS IS NOT GOOD."