(Abrupt medium close-up of Dr. Dre doing a comedy monologue. He is wearing a crumpled sports jacket and tie-less shirt; the background is stark.)
There's an old joke. Uh, two elderly bitches are at a Catskills mountain resort, and one of 'em says: "Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I know, and such... small portions." Well, that's essentially how I feel about life. Full of loneliness and misery and suffering and unhappiness, and it's all over much too quickly. The... the other important joke for me is on that's, uh, usually attributed to Groucho Marx, but I think it appears originally in Freud's Wit And Its Relation To The Unconscious. And it goes like this -- I'm paraphrasing: Uh... "I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member." That's the key joke of my adult life in terms of my relationships with bitches. You know, lately the strangest things have been going through my mind, 'cause I turned forty, and I guess I'm going through a life crisis or something, I don't know. I, uh... and I'm not worried about aging. I'm not one of those motherfuckas, you know. Although I give peeps second chances these days, that's about the worst you can say about me. I, uh, I think I'm gonna get better as I get older, you know? I think I'm gonna be the merciful, virile type, you know, as opposed to say the uh, merciful fuckin' pussy type, for instance, you know? Unless I'm neither of those two. Unless I'm one of those niggas with saliva dribbling out his mouth who wanders into a cafeteria with a shopping bag screaming "DEEEEEEEZ NUUUTTTS."
Annie and I broke up and I... I still can't get my mind around that. You know, I... I keep sifting the pieces of the relationship through my mind and... and examining my life and tryin' to figure out where did the screw-up come, you know, and a year ago we were... in love. You know, and and and... and it's funny, I'm not... I'm not a morose nigga. I'm not a depressive little bitch. I, uh...
Annie, you ain't shit.
The rumors are truly false. First, in an interview with Washington Square News, Brian Chippendale says there is no guarantee for a fifth album this year. Second, it seems as though Lightning Bolt's much-gossiped improv album, Frenzy, has no expected release date, if ever. “When it comes to weird improv stuff, sometimes we’re just at a weird stalemate,” said Brian Chippendale. “But I think our next album’s probably gonna be more song stuff.”
Hey, I'm just the messenger. However, the good news is that your urine is finally back to its normal color and smell, meaning you are free to piss yourself when Lightning Bolt hits your neck of the woods. LB has currently penciled in a tour beginning in late March and running through April, hitting a bunch of hot clubs that are -- yep, you guessed it -- yet to be announced! Check out the dates here, and refresh refresh refresh!
In the meantime, feast your eyes on Chippendale's Ninja comic book, feast your ears on Black Pus 3, and feast your brain on a forthcoming second album from Brian Gibson's Wizardzz group. Wax on, whacks off!
New Study Claims Record Companies Lose Only 0.7% of Sales to P2P Sharing; Record Companies Dispute Location of Decimal Point
Are you ready? No, seriously. Are you sitting down? Have I got a deal, er, SHOCKA for you! Some wise-ass German researchers have made the preposterous suggestion that P2P music downloads don't actually have the gouging effect on record sales that Sony BMG 'n' friends whine about all the time. You might be saying to yourself, "Clearly, this is a clouding of the truth by those damn liberal independent media sources and the arrests of middle school kids and soccer moms should happen like, on the hour." Sir or madam, allow me to convince you otherwise.
The two punks in question go by Felix Oberholzer-Gee and Koleman Strumpf, and the study is entitled "The Effect of File Sharing on Record Sales: An Empirical Analysis" (alternate title: "Dear Huge Record Conglomerates: Please Stop Whining! Love, Fefe & Koko"). After zeroing in on the logs of two OpenNAP P2P servers and comparing the digits with sales figs from Nielsen Soundscan, they found that the 1.75 million songs downloaded packed a "devastating" punch of uh, 0.7% to the 680 albums sold. Ooh, foreal, that's gotta hurt. Except it doesn't. So why are record sales so lame, now that the file-sharing monster's turned out to be a threat equivalent to that of a My Little Pony?
First off, record companies' sales stats are based on the amount of CDs they ship, rather than how many are actually sold. That shipping number's come down in recent years because big music chains don't want tons of inventory stacked up in the back room anymore. No more playing frisbee with all those extra copies of the Glitter soundtrack. Bummer. Also, keep in mind that you can snag a copy of The Notebook on DVD and go home and make out with Rachel McAdams on your TV screen for the same price as Paris Hilton's album, and I'm guessing the first one would be more fun. Not that I would really suggest either of those endeavors. In fact, I would actively shun you.
Of course, there's always my own theory: maybe there's just not a lot of music sitting around in Best Buy that people want to listen to because it's... well, bad? Either way, I extend a statement to the Big 4 in the immortal words of Snoop Dogg as interviewed by Ben Stiller playing Matt Pinfield on SNL: "Mannn, shut up, youse givin' me a headache!"
You can check out the study for yourself here.
First, Jonny Greenwood releases the soundtrack to 2003's Bodysong, then Thom releases The Eraser in 2006, and now Phil Selway, the baldest drummer of all-time, is rumored to be working on an album later this year.
According to At Ease, folk producer/musician John McCusker told The Scotsman that he's going to produce Selway's album later this year. And... um... that's about all I have. Questions anyone?
Audience: Is it a collabo? Is it going to be a folk album? Does that mean Radiohead will be done with a new album before Phil works on this project? How will I know if the female condom is inserted properly in my vagina?
Calm down, people. You'll find the answers to these questions someday in your lifetime. You just gotta believe in yourself. Oh, and the female condom is inserted properly when the inner ring's pushed against your cervix and the outer ring lies flat against the opening of your vagina. The cervix prevents the condom from going any further, so no worries there.
Billy Corgan Steals Pumpkins From Your Doorstep, Says They’re His; Claims You Should Have Thrown Them Out Sometime in November
Billy Corgan reminds me of Jewel. Both of them came out with poetry books, and both of them have U.K.-approved snaggle-teeth. Also, nobody really cares about either of them anymore after a snot-stream of lukewarm musics. Actually, I never even heard Jewel's prime-era stuff, not to mention her most-recent work, so I can't wax about it really, but Corgan? His latest album was not only worse than the Deux Machina and Adore monstrosities, but worse than the McRib. I know, you probably didn't think it was possible, but something actually sucks more than the McRib, TheFutureEmbrace be thy name.
But just to be sure, let's break this shit down:
TheFutureEmbrace vs. The McRib, an analysis
The McRib: Rubbery, lukewarm, tough to chew but somewhat tactile
TheFutureEmbrace: Rubbery, lukewarm, impossible to chew and somewhat douche-y
Winner? The McRib by a snatch
The McRib: Snouts and entrails, ground-up canary beaks, reconstituted, un-throbbing gristle
TheFutureEmbrace: Audio snouts and entrails, ground-up techno breaks, rehashed, un-godly lyrical themes
Winner? The McRib by a pube hair found under the bun
The McRib: You might be able to trade your used McRib to a homeless person for a urine sample if said homeless person is out of jars
TheFutureEmbrace: You might be able to trade your used FutureEmbrace to a pawn shop owner for a copy of Winger's In the Heart of the Young if said pawn shop owner is out of his goddamn mind
Winner? The McRib by a cheese wedge
The McRib: Only edible in a pinch if you've already chewed on your car tires and/or cooked your dog on a spit for lunch
TheFutureEmbrace: Only listenable in a pinch if you've already perused the entire catalogue of Take That and/or Brian Welch's solo material as ‘Head'
Winner? The McRib by a dingleberry
So you see? A record by a respected musician, worth no more than a recycled cafeteria cow patty. BUT THERE'S GOOD NEWS AFOOT! Realizing that people are already sick of his solo work after only one album, Corgan has reunited his fabled Smashing Pumpkins project and announced tourdates! In a statement on his MySpace page, he says: "We truly look forward to playing again for fans young, old, and missed..." What's better, the only for-sure returning member is Jimmy Chamberlain, who found his Jimmy Chamberlain Project project to be too lucrative. "Get these screaming girls off me!" he is known to have said.
Who will the other members of the reunion be? Iha, James and Auf Du Mar, Melissa, right? Well, that's where things get weird. Although both haven't been ruled out of participating in the reunion, we here at TMT have the ever-lovin' dirt on their replacements should things not work out. For one, Buckethead, fresh off his stint with another washed-up genius, Axle [sic] Rose, will be playing rhythm guitar. (And, under direction from Corgan, he'll replace his KFC bucket with a pumpkin! Don't worry, he's been doing neck exercises...) That might not sound that crazy, but on bass? Why, none other than the McRib! That's right, the McRib will lay down funky, grungy basslines like its preparers lay down funky, grungy barbecue sauce. Add a few onions and foreign-country festival dates and you have one hell of a news item!
Don't let these tourdates squirt grease into your eye when you take a bite:
What better day than Valentine's Day to hear the news that R&B singer turned gospel singer turned R&B singer Al Green is planning on releasing a new album? Al Green, widely known as a love aficionado in his prime, will be teaming up with producer ?uestlove of The Roots for his still untitled follow-up to 2005's Everything's OK. OK indeed, Al. Especially when you're spending yet another Valentine's Day alone, laying miserably in a pile of dirty clothes on your bedroom floor, staring blankly at the ceiling, next to a half-eaten can of baked beans on top of a pile of half-finished beginners' crossword puzzles, listening to the Beavis and Butthead Do America soundtrack, all while wearing a hoodie indoors. Without any pants on. Drunk.
Hypothetically speaking, of course! Back to Al -- not a whole lot in the way of detail has been released as of yet, but I think it's safe to say that love, the driving force behind this holiday, will be a major focus on the album. Since the album hasn't yet been released, you can't very well spend the night with your sweetie listening to it around the fireplace - but you can do any of these totally fun and low-budget activities:
- Watch the Old Faithful webcam.
- Listen to the Beavis and Butthead Do America soundtrack (see above).
- Politely debate the legitimacy of the 1876 U.S. Presidential Election.
- Drive aimlessly around, yelling the names of '80s hair bands at pedestrians.
- Hold a two-person rock-paper-scissors tournament.
- Go to KFC, where every Wednesday you can get chicken fried steak, two sides, and a biscuit for $2.
- Sit at home, cuddle up, and read every TMT news article and music review published in the past year -- ABSOLUTELY FREE.
I'm a bit partial to the last one, but I suppose the choice is yours.
Look for the new Al Green album in the fall of 2007.
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, a band and internet special deal, will go on tour in April. They've got an album coming out called Some Loud Thunder (TMT Review) that apparently already came out. Who knew?
With the album indiscriminately rocking stereos and music blogs at will, all we can do now is dream and hope the tour will indiscriminately rock as well. Yet, there are some who are out to get our heroes, who will not clap their hands and say "yeah." Those people are represented by Don Tandy, an Andy Rooney-type curmudgeon who likes complaining about things almost as much as he likes not dying.
He's most famous for his nonfiction works, I'm Tired and Yuck Fou: Offensive Tales From The Korean War. Here's an excerpt from his latest article, "What's with all this clapping? Who claps? When I was in Korea, we never clapped. We got the clap, but if someone actually made a noise with their hands, I'll be damned if he wasn't cut down to PFC faster than you could clap. But don't clap!"
A strange man. You can see the band clap their way into your hearts and minds staring in Providence on April 10. Tandy will be there, enlisting some famous authors such as T.S. "Taint Stain" Eliot, H.G. "Huge Girl" Wells, and F. "Scott" Fitzgerald. Find them in the DJ tent!
The Clap tour:
A lot has happened over the last 25 years. Alec Baldwin won a Golden Globe for his riveting performances in 30 Rock, the Dixie Chicks won the 2007 Best Album Grammy Award, and (perhaps most newsworthy) Scissor Sisters made an appearance on NBC's Passions. Who better to synthesize these major events into music form than a group whose name is Yorkshire slang for "Shimmy, shimmy cocoa pop! Shimmy, shimmy rock!" (as sung by that one guy who co-starred with Tom Hanks in Big).
According to our headline, Throbbing Gristle are set to release their first album in over 25 years. Titled Part Two -- The Endless Not, the 67 minutes and 25 seconds worth of new material will be released April 3 via Mute. Initial pressings of Part Two will be released as a "Special Edition Totemic Gift," limited to 1000. Handmade in Thailand under Peter Christopherson's supervision, each of the four gifts will include either copper, bone, rubber, or wood built into the jewel case. The music's the same in all four, but if you're a commodity fetishist, you can pre-order the set of all four by specfically requesting it from Mute.
Tracks from the new album have been made available at Throbbing Gristle's MySpace, but who the fuck wants to hear clips when you can READ THE TRACKLISTING. Yes, that's right! The tracklisting has been unveiled!! The tracklisting comes complete with song titles, so you can finally see which songs they've been working on over the last 25 years. Additionally, the tracklisting is numbered and put into the order in which they appear on Part Two, presumably so that potential listeners can try to experience the flow of the album without the music. (Note: tracklisting does not include songs that didn't make the album. These tracks are only songs that have made the final cut for Part Two.)
It is unknown at press time whether or not Mute will be selling the tracklist separately, but you can bet your toosh we'll let you know as soon as we find out.
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose. Free-folk’s just another word for nothing left to call Charalambides. Sad-Sack’s just another word for TMT’s most unimaginative writer.
Prolific artists don't just get prolific exposure from us for being merely prolific. If that was the case, this site would be called TinyBreedsLikeRabbitMixTapes as a tribute to the overly fertile Ms. B. Spears or TinyNonStopDancePartyMixTapes in honor of "The Gentleman of Music" James Last, who has produced close to 200 big-band styled pop cover albums over his illustrious career. Sheer numbers are always nice but secondary to quality music. Thus, their proclivity to produce aside, there is no way a Charalambides tour is going to pass unnoticed by us at TMT. That would be like spotting notorious fashion bitch Mr. Blackwell at a truck-stop tuck shop in a "Who farted?" t-shirt. Sirs and madams, that just doesn't happen. When the holy tonal rollers Tom and Christina Carter announce some dates, we tend to shout the news out in our typical bombastic style.
We don't usually have to wait too long to do so. Narely a week goes by without us pleasure-seekers receiving a few good kicks to our reward centers with Charalambides news. A week must have passed because a new tour has begun already! Most of the dates in the not-to-distant future (read: starting tomorrow) are with the kindred spirits and BFF Matt Valentine and Erika Elder (MV+EE) and feature a bunch of exotically named bands like Starving Weirdos, Climax Golden Twins, and Oaxacan, depending on the day you go see 'em. Naturally, the Carters will be at SXSW in full force, playing the Ecstatic Peace Showcase as Charalambides, a trio set with Thurston Moore, and after much fervent speculation, backing Jandek (Tom only). The San Antonio show listed will include a gallery showing of art and photographs by both Tom and Christina and Shawn McMillen in addition to the live spectacle.
And if that wasn't enough news to fill your shoes, the Carter-run Wholly Other label will be riding the crest of the vinyl wave and will be releasing actual RECORDS soon, including a collaboration between Tom and the Yellow Swans' Pete Swanson (a one-sided silk-screened album no less!), a vinyl version of Christina's Electrice, and releases by likeminded folk Friday Group and Zaika.
# w/MV+EE with the Bummer Road; $ w/Windy and Carl & Dead Machines; % w/Tetuzi Akiyama; ^ Christina Carter/Tom Carter/Thurston Moore trio w/Tetuzi Akiyama, Peter Walker, Warmer Milks, and Ian Wadley; * Ecstatic Peace Showcase w/MV+EE, Magik Markers, Sunburned Hand of the Man, Wooden Wand, Thurston Moore, Tall Firs, Pagoda, Black Helicopter, Monotract and more TBA; + Tom Carter, Shawn McMillen, and Ian Wadley backing band to Jandek, ! w/Shawn McMillen