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We Know It’s Only Rock N’ Roll But We Like It

Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007

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PAGING MOLLY RINGWALD: The Psychedelic Furs, Trocadero, December 29th 2006
BY SIMONE SECCI, FOREIGN CORRESPONDENT In this time of wild 80s revival, it’s nice to see the real thing. Well, kind of. Unfortunately the Psychedelic Furs that left a definitive trace through rock music was already dead in 1983. It’s no longer existing and never will. The Furs of today are a great pop band that does the job in the best way, but no longer as a new wave icon. All this, to be honest, didn’t prevent me from jumping on my chair and dancing with the entire theatre when I heard great classics like “President Gas” and “Dumb Waiters”. That’s the way it is with reunion bands — older because time passes for everybody, and a bunch of session musicians cover for missing or dead original members. But still, Richard Butler and his unique voice are there, and so is the guitar of John Ashton and that’s enough for the heart. For the younger public that never heard the band, maybe it was a good start toward finding out more about those records that froze me and so many people a long, long time ago.

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DEATH OF A SALESPERSON: All Things Must Pass

Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007

BY SARA SHERR The Tower Records at Broad and Chestnut was scheduled to close on Friday, Dec. 22. Instead, the doors shut late Wednesday night after an independent Virginia record retailer bought up the last of the remaining stock, which really wasn’t much by then. Two similar mass purchases had occurred earlier in the week, one from a New Jersey record store owner who bought up a bunch of major label stuff (which means a lot of Daniel Powter and Ashley Parker Angel, and returns for credit! Smart cookie!) The other was an unknown company which volunteered to take the bulk of our Bayside stock off of our hands. We boxed it up and sent it off to a warehouse at an undisclosed location in Illinois. Thank you, mystery craptower_leaning.jpg collectors! If you can sell this stuff to anyone, you deserve the Nobel Peace Prize, or whatever it is they give out to Purveyors of Poop. Tower certainly could have used your advice.

Bayside was Tower’s in-house distributor in Sacramento for unlucky indie labels whose stuff we didn’t already get from places like ADA, Caroline, Koch, RED, or any of the other reputable distributors who were not the three majors. I say “unlucky” because somewhere around the first bankruptcy in 2004, Tower laid off its many intelligent local reps like Dave Queppett, who knew his imprisoned West Coast rappers as well as his bluegrass pickers. After that, I would say it was run by monkeys from the San Diego Zoo, but that’s an insult to monkeys everywhere. Bayside never ever sent us what we needed when we needed it, like say, the WDAS collections. They would just continually send back our returns, like say, the Best of Vanilla Ice. A month later, they’d turn up on our list of returns; we’d send them back, rinse and repeat. After Great American bought us, they visited the Bayside warehouse, and I imagine it was kind of like a parent opening up a closet of a teenager’s allegedly clean bedroom and having the previous contents of the floor tumble out. “Uh, what’s this?” “I dunno. Stuff?”

So about a month into the going-out-of-business sale, we were flooded with West Coast rap that was so gangsta that in some cases it didn’t come in proper jewel cases, George Strait Christmas albums, the entire Dada catalog, the En Vogue album that has the manicurists and hairstylists filling in for the original members, and shit that no one has ever head of. (more…)

OS MUTANTES Bread And Circuses

Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007

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Os Mutantes now playing on Phawker Radio. From Perfect Sound Forever:

Tropicalia Glossary – Who’s Who, What’s What.

AI5 – Acto Instution #5. The 1968 military clampdown on Brazil. Temporarily ended free speech in Brazilian media. 5 days after the passing of AI5 two of the Tropicalistas, Gilberto Gil and Caetano Veloso, were arrested, shaved and exiled to freezing England.

Tropicalia – The more Brazilian style of Psychedelia. Not only features pop music, but visual art, literature and performance type arts and artists.

Arnaldo Baptista – Bass and keys. Took drugs. Went nuts after Rita dumped him. Recorded a half dozen solo lp’s after his tenure in Os Mutantes, some with varied results. Attempted suicide in 1983, but runs a Sao Paulo T-shirt business today.

Claudio Baptista – Big brother to Arnaldo and Sergio. Claudio was the mad scientist of the group, providing all the far out contraptions that the band would need to make their racket with.

Rita Lee – Singer, writer, costume and style designs of the band. Took drugs. Planned to poison Sao Paulos’ water supply with LSD in 1968. Beauty, brains and she looked white. Rita has had a long career in Brazilian pop music, peaking in 1978 with “La Parfuma” Rita’s deep throat disco tribute to Amyl Nitrate, selling a half million copies (no mean feat in Brazil). Shortly thereafere, pregnant Rita was arrested for marijuana distribution.

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COMMENT: Bloggerati Killed The Alt-Weekly Rock Stars

Friday, December 29th, 2006

Our hugumbus YEAR IN MUSIC Omnibus is about to drop, but while we’re finishing up polishing this turd, chew on this from our pal JOE WARMINSKY in WASHINGTON CITY PAPER:

Don’t get me wrong—I fully embrace what the blogosphere does provide. It’s essentially a broad, asymmetric rebellion against the SoundScan regime and the stodgy business plans of the major record labels. Blogs offer what good fanzines used to offer: stylistic detours, obsessive detail, contrarianblogger.png viewpoints, and a secondary economy that allows overlooked musicians to flourish, at least on a small scale. There isn’t much money in it, and it’s mostly done for love—or at least for the validation of other geeks. Alternative weekly newspapers like this one have long filled that role, too.

The problem is that—when compared to the worlds of zines or alt-weeklies—the blogosphere often feels like an arms race. Sites battle one another, writers battle commenters, commenters flame one another, and back up the chain again. An album like Clipse’s Hell Hath No Fury, the No. 1 disc on the Washington City Paper’s critics poll, spurred so much good online commentary that I decided to scrap my review of it for the CP. Within a week of the disc’s release, it seemed as though every angle was covered. And that was just because of the debate on one site, Oliver Wang’s popular Soul Sides. (Never mind the fact that it was impossible to get a jump on the blogs. Clipse and its record label were so protective of the disc that advance listens were almost nonexistent until it inevitably leaked online two weeks before its release; those leaks had been thoroughly digested long before less savvy fans could hear the album.) CLICK HERE FOR THE MORE

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NPR FOR THE DEAF: We Hear It Even When You Can’t

Friday, December 29th, 2006

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IGGY POP Live Manchester Apollo 1977.

FRESH AIR: Moe Of The Stooges Still Worth A Million In Prizes, PLUS Andre 3000

Listen to Thursday's show...

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NPR FOR THE DEAF: We Hear It Even When You Can’t

Thursday, December 28th, 2006

thom-yorke-2.jpgON FRESH AIR TODAY:
Thom Yorke is the lead singer and songwriter of the band Radiohead which has released six critically acclaimed records and explored the boundaries between rock and electronic music. Spin,magazine named Radiohead’s OK Computer the number one album of the past twenty years. Thom Yorke’s new solo CD The Eraser is his first release without the band. This interview originally aired on Jul. 12, 2006. ALSO: Singer and songwriter Stuart Murdoch is the front man of the indie pop band from Scotland, Belle & Sebastian. The seven-member band includes a guitarist, bassist, keyboardist, violinist, cellist, drummer and trumpeter. This year they completed their seventh album, The Life Pursuit. When they began a decade ago the band released only singles, refused to speak to the press, or to appear in press photos. This interview originally aired on Mar. 6, 2006.Listen to this story...

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HOLLA: GUNS! WEED! COPS! Say It Ain’t So, SNOOP!

Thursday, November 30th, 2006

THE WOOK REPORTS: Wait a second – am I to discern from yesterday’s news that Snoop Dogg’s an unrepentent and heavily-armed stoner? Exactly. That incredulous, “how far outside of the pop cultural beltway do you hover, Wook” sentiment is exactly how the LAPD must feel every time they have to do some limpin’ to the pimpin’,snooop-rs.jpg whether it be at LAX or outside the NBC Studios. The fact is that after a decade of extoling the virtues of the sticky icky icky clear across the commercial landscape – be it music, film, porn or kids books – “Snoop as stoner” is an accepted American institution, on par with “Kennedy as liberal” and “Paris as whore”. If an iniatitive was placed on the California ballot to legalize marijuana within five feet of the dude, it would pass overwhelmingly. Hell, the new issue of Rolling Stone is adorned with a practical campaign ad, positioning Santa Snoop as the cuddly, holiday-ready bad boy against societies true ills – the “SUPER-RICH” and “MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE”.

Wait, what’s this about cocaine, a gun, and hidden compartments?More... Oh, michaelricha’ please. Has Johnny Law learned nothing from America’s love affair with the Duke boys? Look past the obvious difference in skin tone and choice of wheels, and you still got a “good ole boy, never meaning no harm,” pursued by a negligable law enforcement entity that seems all the sillier for the rationale behind bringing the strong arm down. Speeding, doing acrobatic car leaps over drained ditches, moonshine, hot white women, weed, cocaine, guns – it’s all the same, filed under “things Americans love.” Hell, even Roscoe P. Coltrane had a fondness for dawgs! Remember Flash?

Ease back, Snoop. Someday in the not too distant future, the Oliver Stone of Generation Y will undoubtedly put two and two together and birth a cinematic opus to America’s bogus Drug War that’ll use your life and times as a pertinent backbone, for never has there been artist whose first accepted public utterance was a fitting byline for the biography that would unspool.

“There’s so much drama in the LBC, it’s kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G.”
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Reminder: REHAB IS FOR QUITTERS

Monday, November 27th, 2006
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Rehab by Amy Winehouse [hat tip to TOMMY ZANE]

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All Of This Happened While You Were Sleeping

Sunday, November 26th, 2006

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YOU CAN PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND A MEMORY: NY Dolls, TLA, November 25, 2006

NEW YORK DOLLS [FLICKR]
PEACHES/MR. QUINTRON
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CITIZEN MOM REPORTS: What the hell is Quintron doing back there?
OK, there’s keyboards, and one of those whirling synth things you wave your hands over, and there’s a small drum kit, set behind the grill of an old Lincoln onstage at the Trocadero. The headlights work, of course, and when they blink to life, you know Mr. Q is about to go off. And my man lets loose, a Deep South dervish sweating through his nice white suit. He calls it “swamp-tech,” and that works in the way that Beck is “surfer-tech.”

Quintron really won me over when plowed into the crowd, found the one dude standing still with his arms crossed, declared him a “badass motherfucker,” and laid the party down right there. Miss Pussycat, being a badass motherfucker herself and looking naughtily prim in white hose, looked on approvingly.

It warmed the cockles of me heart to see the way Peaches worked the Troc crowd into a sweaty horndog mess. It’s good for the kids to try new things.

She’s got a guitar stance like Gene Simmons, wide-legged and cocky, setting forth on the “Teaches of Peaches,” scaling the speakers and lap-dancing a few stoners up in the balcony. That was cool, but nothing I haven’t seen before. Where Peaches made me her bitch was when they brought out the bike — one of those ’70s chumpies with the banana seat and the big U-shaped handlebars. So hot.

On to the TLA for a New York Dolls nightcap, and the rock was as tight as David Johansen’s leathuh pants. (And that’s tight, my friends.)

He is your Fairy RockFather, nearly old enough to use his Social Security checks to pay for the red nail polish, but you’d best believe he’ll rock your socks. Obviously the crowd was older, but no less kinetic, probably finding all kinds of new meanings in “Pills,” ones that they were either too young or high to get back when.

Sylvain Sylvain handled Johnny Thunders’ “You Can’t Put Your Arms Around a Memory,” and the newest, “Dance Like a Monkey,” whipped the crowd into no less a wiggly sweat than Peaches had wrought on the kids earlier. One day it will please them to remember even this.

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We Know It’s Only Rock N’ Roll But We Like It

Sunday, November 26th, 2006

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IMPEACH MY BUSH: Peaches, Trocadero, November 25, 2006 [FLICKR]

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GETDOWN IMPERATIVE: Drop All Kittens, Puppies, Newborns And All Previous Engagements And Get Thine Ass To The Troc And Shake It Like A Polaroid Picture In Mr. Quintron’s General Direction TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday, November 25th, 2006

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oblivians.thumbnail.jpegFor the uninitiated, imagine if Pee Wee’s Playhouse was located on the Dark End Of The Streets of N’awlins where it’s sweaty and black and a little bit dangerous and the good times roll fast AND weird. Just the way you like it! Seriously, we saw these cats at Silk City 10 years ago at least. And we are still smiling about it. NOW PLAYING ON PHAWKER RADIO: The Oblivians Play 9 Songs With Mr. Quintron DIG IT!

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ALL MODS CON

Friday, November 24th, 2006
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ORIGAMI IS MY LIFE

Wednesday, November 22nd, 2006
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“Pink Bullets” by THE SHINS. Enjoy.

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