How how awesome awesome is is... okay, that’s going to get old real fast. In regular syntax, everyone’s favorite Philadelphia weirdos, Man Man, have signed to ANTI- Records. And because the quintet is so deliciously quirky, they released the following individual statements about their new record contract:
$ Modest Mouse
+ Love as Laughter
Okay, guys. For those of you who were totally bummed out that you wouldn’t be hearing Guns N' Roses’ version of “Live And Let Die” in the new Fox flick Alien Vs. Predator: Requiem this Christmas, I’ve got some good news for you!
That’s right! Everyone’s favorite producers of banal movies and biased television, The 20th Century Fox Corporation (a property of News Corp.), has recently lifted its hilariously unwarranted ban on the use of Universal Music Group content.
Just in case you’re, like, TOTALLY lame and haven’t been scanning the Digital Music News site on the internet for the past year or so, the bad-ass ban -- which affected various film and television studios -- was implemented by News Corp. president, COO, and all-around bitchy crab-ass Peter Chernin shortly after Universal Music sued MySpace in November 2006. Did I mention that News Corp. owns MySpace?? Oh, what a tangled web!
The move may be part of an effort to smooth relations between the two catty groups, even though Universal’s lawsuit, which alleges that MySpace permitted its users to upload thousands of Universal’s music videos to the site and that MySpace's reformatting of the videos for playback constitutes copyright infringement, still stands.
Citing unnamed sources, The Wall Street Journal (who originally broke the story) noted that various producers were expressing frustration over the fact that they couldn’t pump their movies full of Andrew W.K. and Smashmouth songs.
In other words, the hasty ban created more of a headache for Fox than Universal, so they wussed-out. But now that they’ve put this ugliness behind them, Fox can concentrate on what’s REALLY important: making quality films.
The Twilight Sad Do Shows With Beirut; Music Writer Continues Having Nightmares About Twilight Sad’s
Oh my scratched chicken turds; did you read that headline? No, not the Beirut and Twilight Sad thing; I'm talking about the incessant nightmares I've been having! That spooky masked child has been haunting me in my sleep. I keep waking up in cold sweats, dreaming that the pillowfaced child is about to pounce on me like a super villainous, scheming wretch with sinister intentions!
What do you mean you don't care about my dreams? What kind of insensitive reader are you? Don't make me cut myself!
Okay, sure, so there's this tour with this Scottish band called The Twilight Sad, and they're touring with this guy/band called Beirut for a few dates. Perhaps one of the more unique combinations of groups I've heard of this year. It's sort of like an indie U2 with an indie Arcade Fire. What? Arcade Fire is indie? Wait; what's an indie again? Man, everything's just been ass-backwards since OiNK got shut down and Radiohead started giving away low-quality MP3s of their new album.
Why don't I just shut up and just give you the tourdates. Would that be more beneficial?
Beirut with The Twilight Sad:
P.S. If you haven't had a chance to hear their rendition of Radiohead's "Climbing Up The Walls" on Stereogum's OK Computer tribute album, I recommend checking out the lo-fi goodness.
Spring term of my freshman year of high school I had study hall with Sarah Westphal, and we spent that entire time in the school library (where, surprisingly, you could better get away with gossiping than in study hall). Our conversations usually revolved around two topics. The first involved making plans for Sarah to get me stoned for my first time in her parents' old minivan during lunch. The second was her explaining to me all the different conspiracy theories surrounding Tupac's death.
Eleven years later, and after both my high school and college graduations, the West Coast rapper is still releasing music. Joining several other major hip-hop acts dropping albums on December 4 will be Tupac Shakur, with his 9th posthumous release, The Best of 2Pac.
The collection is divided into two discs: the first, Thug, features hits like "Changes," "California Love," and "So Many Tears." Tracks from the second disc, Life, include "Ghetto Love" and "Keep Ya Head Up." The Best of 2Pac will also include two previously unreleased tracks (seriously, where are these things coming from?) and two new remixes.
I too find if difficult to shower and dress myself before leaving the house, so I rarely do -- leave the house, that is. And who can argue with that? Fact is, it's just easier to stay home. No riding your bike only to arrive somewhere out of breath and sweating profusely. No hiding bloodshot eyes behind derelict-large sunglasses, indoors. No focusing on the buzzing of the florescent lights rather than what your boss is blabbing on and on to you about in an imperative tone and with a very serious expression on his face.
Nope -- apathy is godliness.
Luckily, someone at Sub Pop has tapped into its mental faculty and pioneered a program to cater to us sorry fat-asses ("fat-asses" purely in reference to myself). Yep, if you've got a computer, which I know you do, you're now free to browse the 200-album catalog of high-quality MP3 ZIP files, downloadable for just $9.90 each. That's just $9.90 more than it was when you were browsing them on OiNK.
The term “festival” gets short shrift. Often synonymous with “horde of drunken shit-sticks in goofy hats and ironic tees who smell like the arsehole of a skunk,” it is hard for truly inspired gatherings to be taken seriously among the enormopaloozas. However, when we think of festivals, some perspective is required. Whether you want to puke pizza in front of thousands of strangers or you want to be entertained to the point of being seduced by live music, you choose your events wisely. Any celebration can be a festival, whether a month-long test of wills in a farmer’s field or three intimate nights at a revered Chicago club. If the annual Million Tongues festival was any more intimate, it would build up an intense longing before arousing you physiologically by way of KY massage, sandalwood candles, and Barry White’s “Your Sweetness Is My Weakness” on stereo repeat (haha... that’s how far out of the seduction loop I am!).
The high expectations for the fourth installment of Million Tongues will surely be met and assumably be exceeded on three consecutive nights in 'Da Chi' in November 8-10 at popular drinking and dancing den The Empty Bottle. Co-presented by Arthur Magazine, The Empty Bottle, and Galactic Zoo (Drag City-compiled, hand-drawn underground psychedelic “dossier”) and featuring plenty of sidestage follies and mainstage fury from the likes of Charalambides and Ruthann Friedman, Million Tongues is sure to be an eclectic, nay, erotic happening.
11.08.07 - Chicago, IL - The Empty Bottle #
11.09.07 - Chicago, IL - The Empty Bottle $
11.10.07 - Chicago, IL - The Empty Bottle %
# Peter Walker, Molten Truth Ensemble (Jeff Parker, Josh Abrams, Plastic Crimewave, Aleks Tomaszewska, Ben Billington), Neptune, and Allá; sidestage performances by Horseback & Michael Tamburo
$ Charalambides, Alasdair Roberts, Heather Leigh Murray, and Alela Diane; sidestage performances by The End of the World Band/ONO & Outpost
% Ruthann Freidman, Aleks & The Drummer, Up-Tight, and Angel Olsen; sidestage performances from Kohoutek, Scarcity of Tanks & Terminal Lovers
(1) Puffy AmiYumi are touring to promote their new album, Honeycreeper (released in September in Japan).
(2) Their new tour is aptly named The Honeysweeper Tour.
(3) The writer-producer for Avril Lavigne and Pink, Butch Walker, collaborated with the girls on Honeycreeper, so I'm sure the album will be stellar.
(4) The Honeycreeper is both a Hawaiian songbird and an outrageous ska band from Albany, New York. Who knew!? I don't recommend it, but here is that ska band's MySpace.
Okay, I'll admit that I eventually ended up clicking Google images because Puffy and Yumi are hott. To my dismay, though, I also stumbled upon this disturbing photo and regret doing so:
Once upon a time in jolly olde England, there lived a little chimney sweep who loved CSS. His name was Basel Pennyweather, and he lived in a tiny house with an old man named Dusterbottom and his six Irish setters. Dusterbottom was old and mean and never let Basel play with the other children in the neighborhood. Instead, Basel had to work in the cold and the dark, cleaning chimneys while other people ate plum pudding and read Dickens novels and laughed merry laughs. The older boys made fun of Basel for his sooty garb and cramped home, and the little girls turned their noses up as the chimney sweep passed by.
You might think Basel was a miserable little waif, but he was not. You see, little Pennyweather believed in the power of music and love, and he had made a very special Christmas wish. Everyday he looked for old copies of the NME in his customer’s rubbish bins in hopes of reading about his favorite band, CSS. He repeated the lyrics to “Let’s Make Love and Listen to Death from Above” as he worked. And when he was done with his work, he perched on the corner outside the American Apparel store to catch a glimpse of young women wearing shiny neon tights, like his beloved Lovefoxxx.
After many days of being used and abused by the neighborhood boys and his guardian Dusterbottom, little Basel sat hiding on his doorstep, shaking and in tears. Suddenly he looked up to see the heavenly glow of the computer screen across the street. With all his might he hoped that it would be a music news website announcing the return of CSS to the British Isles. He wished and prayed, and at that very moment, a beautiful Christmas star fell from the sky and spelled out these glowing words:
CSS Holiday Tour:
** Joe Lean and the Jing Jang Jong
Note: Metronomy play on all dates
Sigur RÃ³s Delays Release of 2-DVD Documentary To Ensure You Starting To Get Pissed Off Because This Just Happened Last Month
Arrgh: Strike this from the record. Heima, the band's dub-disc concert documentary, has been pushed back to a release date of December 4, in order to get just the right glacial shimmering on select scenes. On the plus side, an individually numbered, Limited Deluxe Edition of the film will be available on that day, which includes a 100-page
bound book, and, according to reliable sources at some blog I've forgotten the name of, a bonus necklace made of human teeth.
Got it? Extra month. Hang in there. Write a kōan or something.
The world has already decided the fate of the second half of VHS Or Beta's name, and neither medium is widely used anymore. Hmm. Interesting. While we're in such a pondering mood, let's consider some of life's other important choices that could alternately serve as names for a VHS Or Beta tribute band:
- HDDVD or Blu-Ray
- Vinyl or Cassette
- TI-89 or 91 (I am doing my calculus homework right now)
Of course, we could all wish for a simpler time when things were more like:
- TV or No TV
- William Howard Taft or William Jennings Bryan
- Plague or Syphilis
Or we can talk about fate again:
VHS Or Beta's frontman Craig Pfunder: "As far as the industry, people are buying less and less records. I feel like the trends that happen are short-lived and quick... I try not to think about that or I'll spiral into depression. You go out there and you do the work and you tour and you try to convince people that what you're doing is worthy and real, and they'll judge for themselves."
Or how about the tourdates in support of the Astralwerks-released Bring on the Comets? Okay!