by Octavia (written at age 8, now age 9) daughter of Azucar
by Luke Lindberg (age 12), brother of Emceegreg
You may think Modest Mouse started out like every other band, starting out just like everyone else. But what you think is wrong, it is so wrong, that it’s crazy just thinking about it. It all started several years ago in a galaxy far, far away......
A man named Issac Timalolo, searching for the perfect pet for Timalolo's girlfriend, Karen Odelaufph, who wanted one dearly. Timalolo was about to give up until he saw this extremely small mouse in the back of a animal store reading to a group of orphans. He ran in as fast as he could and asked the mouse, "What is your name?"
The mouse looked up to him and said, "The name's Modest."
"Would you like to come home with me? I have a girlfriend that would take care of you."
Modest accepted, he was getting bored reading to orphans all day. For many days Issac and Modest would become best friends and hang out all the time. One day while everyone was asleep, he crept into the basement after Issac said don't go in. When he was down there he found something so beautiful to him that a tear fell from his face while looking at it. It was a..... keyboard. He walked towards it, confused and frightened at the same time. He then jumped on the instrument. He accidently hit one of the keys, and was delighted with the sound. He played all night until Issac caught him in the morning.
"Modest, what are you doing up so early in the morning?"
Modest replied in high expression, "Can you teach me how to play this marvelous machine?" Then after that point, Issac taught Modest lesson, then soon after they would go on musical gigs together as the Human and Mouse Band. Becoming famous in over a zillion states. But several months later, Modest the mouse died from old age. Issac was devastated. But he wanted to continue the band in memory of Modest. He hired many musicians to help him fill in band members. While they were practicing, one of the band members asked "Is The Human and Mouse Band sound right now since there's no mouses and we’re all... you know... human?"
Issac was confused. "You think we should change it?" Issac said. They all agreed, They all thought real hard until Issac said "I know! What about Modest Mouse?" All the band members all agreed upon it. And from that day the band would be known as Modest Mouse. To honor the mouse that gave them hearts and showed them how to love, and also have the ability to talk, play the keyboard, and most of all, read to orphans. Modest the mouse.
by Thomas Cadmus (age 13), cousin of Chadwicked
1994 was a tough time for KISS fans around the world when the band started to change. The band started to stop with their man-makeup and costumes with holes so you can see their hairy chests. “Lick It Up” was their first CD with leather jackets and pants, ones with no holes so you don’t have to look at the forest of hair that fans oddly loved.
In the '80s, Simmons seemed to forget about the band. He wanted a film career. The band already lost their identity and fan base. Gene was the main reason KISS was the big thing in the '70s. Once he stopped being the demon, he stopped being Gene.
Okay let’s fast forward things to around ten years later, skipping the tragedy of Eric Carr and the bringing in of Eric Singer. It’s June 1994, KISS starts to pick up steam. Kiss My Ass: Classic KISS Regrooved comes out. It featured artists like Lenny Kravitz, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, and Garth Brooks. Now they’re heading downhill, towards their, well, break-up-ette.
Fans around the globe get depressed. To make themselves feel better they create tribute bands, wearing the same makeup and costumes that show your body hair and ride up on your crotch. They performed at KISS conventions and created nostalgia for the '70s KISS lineup. It seemed to have worked, because in 1996, KISS returned.
KISS Loves You starts in 1994 when KISS was at an all time low. But when they did return, KISS brought some unforeseen costs. The DVD will be released November 20th. The DVD comes with some rare treats like Stockholm 1976. The bonus materials will be enough to make any KISS fan jump. It includes never-before-seen silent Super-8 film of KISS in Stockholm 1976; extensive footage from the 1996 KISS press conference USS Intrepid; the “Beyond Vaudeville” KISS spectacular program; and 90 minutes, yes that’s 90 minutes, of outtakes from the film. Wow.
There you go KISS fans, hope you don’t work on November 20. Have fun and happy watching.
by Alyssa Coscarelli (age 14), sister of Joseph Coscarelli
That’s right! Mr. West is back on the charts and going on tour with his third album, Graduation. He kicked off his bangin’ tour this Friday, October 12. As for the charts, Kanye’s been stuck at Number 2, “YOUUUU”-ed right out of the way by Soulja Boy’s “Crank Dat (Soulja Boy).”
I say, for Kanye’s gold diggin’ standards, this album about "Drunk and Hot Girls" and "Barry Bonds" is just “aight.” I don’t ask for much. All I wanted in his new album was something to sing in the shower as I pretend to rap. But, to tell you the truth, the words “harder, better, faster, stronger” don’t quite cut it.
To sum it all up, Kanye hasn’t quite graduated the Class of 2007. But, if you must be a supporter of Mr. West, go see him as he embarks on his world tour...
Whatever makes you stronger.
10.30.07 - San Diego, CA - 4th & B
10.12.07 - Nashville, TN - Vanderbilt University
10.17.07 - Vancouver, British Columbia - General Motors Palace
10.18.07 - Winnipeg, Manitoba - MTS Center
10.19.07 - Philadelphia, PA - Wachovia Center
10.26.07 - Dubai Country Club - Dubai
10.29.07 - Boston, MA - TD Banknorth Garden
11.11.07 - Miami, FL - Bayfront Park Amphitheatre
11.17.07 - Paris, France - Zenith
11.18.07 - Brussels, Belgium - Forest National
11.19.07 - Amsterdam, Netherlands - Heineken Music Hall
11.22.07 - London, England - 02 Arena
11.24.07 - Brighton, England - Brighton Centre
11.25.07 - Bournemouth, England - Bournemouth International Conference Center
11.26.07 - Nottingham, England - Nottingham
11.27.07 - Cardiff, England - Cardiff International Arena
11.30.07 - Dublin, Ireland - Phoenix Park
11.1.07 - Belfast, Ireland - Odyssey Arena
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Hi ya'll! Björk is extendin' her tour! Yay! Forum avatars for everyone!!!!!!!11
The butter is melted and the flour stirred into it slowly but surely, until it has blended with the butter:
* Big Day Out Festival
$ Sydney Festival
Having the memory of an elephant can be a truth-telling bitch at times and a godsend at others. There are too many embarrassing nights I wish I could block out of my mind. On the plus side, I can remember everything about my Grade 7 French teacher, Madame (Mme.) Menard. She was a young-ish, beautiful, new teacher who taught for the love of the language and was serious as a heart attack (10 cent line of the day) and hell-bent on turning the class into Francophones by the end of the year. In fact the only cracks in her prim and proper exterior appeared, infrequently, when a funny part of what we were reading made her chuckle (she would let out a “Woopalai!” or “Oiyoiyoiyoiyoi...!” while we sat stone-faced in front of her) and, often, when a particular story, poem, or image moved her to tears. During these emotionally charged times, she would stop, bow her head a little, and say, “it ‘urts my ‘eart.” Needless to say, the gang of clowns to which I belonged latched onto the pensive, lovely phrase like a baby to a teat and used it for EVERYTHING. A girl looks super hot in crazy tight jeans? “Ooh, it ‘urts my ‘eart.” Someone got bagged in dodgeball? “Ouch, it ‘urts my ‘eart.” Someone let out a disgusting fart during gym class? “Ewwuuch, it ‘urts my ‘eart.”
I can appreciate Mme.’s catchphrase now that I’m older. If it didn’t sound so ridiculously faux-French, I would have used it when my son smiled, babbled, or crawled for the first time, when the Ottawa Senators made it to the Stanley Cup Finals last year (despite getting their asses handed to them by Anaheim), and whenever I have listened to Castanets. Ray Raposa and his rotating band of romantics will be breakin’ hearts (definitely) and takin’ names (why not?) starting tomorrow at the SUNY campus in Purchase, New York, just in time for the release of his new album In the Vines on October 23
10.19.07 - Purchase, NY - SUNY Purchase
10.20.07 - Philadelphia, PA - Johnny Brenda’s
10.21.07 - Washington, DC - The Red and Black
10.23.07 - Williamsburg, VA - William and Mary College *
10.24.07 - Chapel Hill, NC - Nightlight
10.25.07 - Montreat, NC - Montreat College
10.26.07 - Athens, GA - The Secret Squirrel
10.28.07 - Lexington, KY - Icehouse
10.27.07 - Knoxville, TN - the Pilot Light
10.29.07 - Chicago, IL - Empty Bottle #
10.30.07 - Grinnell, IA - Bob’s Underground (Grinnell College)
10.31.07 - Indianapolis, IN - The Underground *
11.01.07 - Bloomington, IN - The Cinemat
11.03.07 - Toronto, Ontario - Whippersnapper Gallery
11.07.07 - Portland, ME - Space Gallery
11.08.07 - Somerville, MA - P.A.’s Lounge
11.09.07 - Annandale-on-Hudson, NY - Bard College
11.10.07 - Ithaca, NY - Cornell University
11.11.07 - Lancaster, PA - The Sugar Tank
Raposa will release In the Vines thorough the Asthmatic Kitty label. Partly inspired by “a Hindu fable about being trapped in an inescapable fate, with death and he limitations of our physical lives closing in from all corners,” it is safe to day that In the Vines is destined to be another engaging and vital listen. Thankfully “it ‘urts my ‘eart” that the man does not seem capable of disappointing people with his records.
In the Vines:
1. Rain Will Come
2. This Is the Early Game
3. Westbound, Blue
4. Strong Animal
6. The Fields Crack
7. Three Months Paid
8. The Night Is When You Can Not See
9. Sounded like a Train, Wasn’t a Train
10. And the Swimming
Fuck the new Wu-Tang album, fuck the new Ghostface album, and fuck the noise regarding the release dates. It's time for RZA to shine! The Hip-Hop Chess Foundation (HHCF) has just announced RZA as the winner of the 1st Annual Chess Kings Invitational Champion Belt. Part of an effort to raise money for the HHCF Education Scholarship Fund, RZA beat out eight other participants, including GZA, Sunspot Jonz (Living Legends), Ralek Gracie, Paris, Amir Sulaiman, and Casual (Hieroglyphics). The final match was between GZA and fellow Wu-Tang member Monk.
Combined, the volunteering artists helped the HHCF raise $10,000 in educational scholarships, which were awarded to the participants from Oakland's Unity High, Youth Uprising, San Francisco's O'Connell High and Muhammad University of Islam. Fucking awesome!
Random chess tip: The best way to play aggressively is start with 1.e4 as white and play an open game. As black, defend 1.e4 with 1....e5 and defend the Ruy Lopez. Against 1.d4 play 1...d5 2. c4 d:c4 the Queen's Gambit Accepted.
UPDATE: Wu-Tang have canceled their upcoming tour!! Ghostface Killah's dates are still on though. Raise the motherfucking ruckus, indeed.
On Tuesday, Matador Records revealed the tracklisting for Cat Power’s next album, Jukebox, which is slated to be released January 22 of next year. The covers record draws mostly from country and soul artists, such as Lee Clayton and James Brown, but it also features staples of Chan Marshall’s repertoire, like Bob Dylan and Hank Williams. It even has a cover of Creedence Clearwater Revival's “Fortunate Son.”
Interestingly, Marshall covers the theme from New York, New York, which should fit in nicely with the Memphis tone of the album, while the album also includes one new track, the Dylan-inspired “Song for Bobby.”
Unlike 2000’s The Covers Record, which featured bare-bones Chan, The Dirty Delta Blues band plays on the album.
Jukebox tracklisting, with publishing credits and everything:
1. Theme From ‘New York, New York’
Written by Fred Ebb/John Kander, published by EMI Unart Catalog, Inc. (BMI)
2. Metal Heart
Written by Chan Marshall, published by Dormat Music/Mattitude Music (BMI)
3. Ramblin’ (Wo)man
Written by Hank Williams, published by SONY/ATV Acuff Rose Music (BMI)
4. Song To Bobby
Written by Chan Marshall, published by Mattitude Music (BMI)
5. Aretha, Sing One For Me
Written by J Harris/Eugene William, published by Happy Hooker Music/Irving Music (BMI)
6. Lost Someone
Written by James Brown/Bobby Byrd/Lloyd Stallworth, published by Jadar Music Corp. (BMI)
7. I Believe In You
Written by Bob Dylan, published by Special Rider Music (SESAC)
8. Fortunate Son
Written by John Fogerty, published by Jondora Music (BMI)
9. Silver Stallion
Written by Lee Clayton, published by Resaca Music Publishing Co. (BMI)
10. Dark End of the Street
Written by Chips Moman/Dan Penn, published by Screen Gems-EMI Music, Inc. (BMI)
11. Don’t Explain
Written by Arthur Herzog, Jr./Billie Holiday, published by Songs Of Universal, Inc. (BMI)
12. Woman Left Lonely
Written by Spooner Oldham/Dan Penn, published by Embassy Music Corp./Dan Penn Music (BMI)
It wouldn’t really be a Bright Eyes tour without a few of Conor Oberst’s friends along for the ride, now would it? Between M. Ward, My Morning Jacket’s Jim James, and Neva Dinova’s Jake Bellows, it seems like Oberst is constantly inviting the same handful of friends on tour with him. Conclusion? The dude needs to branch out his social circle a bit more.
Luckily, fellow Nebraskan folkster, Simon Joyner, wasn’t doing anything and decided to join Oberst and Co. on their upcoming U.S. trek. Sure, Joyner has toured with Bright Eyes multiple times, but hey, when you’re stuck inside a tour bus for months at a time, it’s a little hard to make new friends. In other news, Oberst’s Paxil prescription should kick in any day now.
With Joyner set to open the first half of Bright Eyes’ upcoming tour, Maria Taylor, The Felice Brothers, and Nick Freitas will take over for him starting November 6 in Memphis, TN.
Joyner’s dates are as follows:
There Will Be Music: Jonny Greenwood’s Soundtrack to There Will Be Blood (There Will Be Movie) Coming Soon
I ran to the train today. I don’t like to run, I don’t like to be rushed. I don’t like to humble myself to the schedule of a disgusting can that moves fast. But I did, and as I made my way down the steps onto the platform, I swore, as it passed deeper into the tunnel, leaving me behind. If trains could talk, this one most certainly would’ve laughed, and why not? It sees me every day and must know my feelings on time and schedules and all that. If it were educated, it would most certainly ask me why it should wait, why it should humble itself before me. Trains can’t talk though, and they aren’t educated, and it is times like this, watching them run away into tunnels, that make us all glad they can’t point out our flaws as we can theirs.
So I sat. A man was playing a guitar and singing. I hated this man. Platforms are for people who have places to be, and this man was trying to make money by staying put. I watched my fellow victims of schedules pull out newspapers and books and homework and job-work and phones and headphones and video iPods and music iPods and the usual fare that people occupy themselves with besides experiencing their surroundings. I sat and waited. Stop and smell the roses, a common utterance that has no bearing anymore. Instead, everyone should sit and wait on a train platform and watch and listen to everyone else.
I listened to the man playing guitar, the man I once hated. I mellowed as I listened to it echo through the underground station, bouncing off people and their words. He was great, and I felt like I was hearing something, really hearing something. It’s my new favorite thing, this “found music.” No more packages, no more music as product (though it almost always is when you really think about it) -- just unrecorded, unedited music that you stumble upon. There’s something purer and instantly personal in some odd way when you find it. When I first moved to my new apartment, I opened the windows and found my neighbors’ band practicing. They are awesome, and after hearing them in this messy, muffled, life-filtered way, I almost never want to hear a studio album. I don’t even want to hear them live if it means not stumbling across it from across a field.
The messy things are what grab me these days. I’m reading unpolished writing from my peers (and my own), watching unpolished movies, and now listening to unpolished music, and it just feels that much more honest. Life is messy, why shouldn’t art be? Which makes me all that much more sad to read about Paul Thomas Anderson’s new movie, There Will Be Blood, scored by Radiohead’s Jonny Greenwood. Admittedly, this movie looks fucking good, but until now, Paul Thomas Anderson has been mostly dishonest, rehashing Robert Altman’s work in a very marketable, polished way. I have high hopes for There Will Be Blood, and it is my experience that the personal story, the personal art, is the one that is felt the most by everyone -- the uglier, the more truthful it sometimes can be. Sometimes nothing is more offensive than life, clean.
And as I get ready to see this movie on December 26, backed by J. Greenwood’s efforts released on December 18, I’ll hope that there’s room for something ugly in Hollywood that isn’t the latest mass-market romantic comedy. If not, I’ll keep waiting, because it’s there. It’s out there. I just need to miss my train more often, open my window more often, let life filter out art rather than the other way around.
There Will Be Blood tracklist: