I heard tell of this . I know trailers have to sell the idea of what is tantalizing about a movie (in this case it's boy angst and nosebleeds), but when will American Punk and Hardcore stop congratulating itself? Can we just erect a statue of H.R. somewhere and be done? Do we need to further enshrine all those pits just so that some 44-yr-old DUDES don't feel like the eighties were a waste? Or is this about not letting it die without wrenching every possible buck from it's legacy? It surely will not die until Jeffrey Lee Peirce is raised from the grave so Gun Club can do Warped or Rollins hyperbolically claims punk was the best thing to happen to America since the freeing of the slaves---which ever happens first.
I'm moving, and maybe you want some of my stuff. It's a hope I have.
I have a trash bag full of promo CDs as well as a postal bin of records (mostly hip hop, some electro, hip house, two years worth B Pitch control 12"s in triplicate, punk & hxc records) as well as a box of mosaicing supplies (glass cutters, tile glue, hot glue gun etc) and about 20 lbs of glass tiles as well as a bag of vintage fabric. Each of these items are "free" if you promise to make a donation to the rock n' roll girls camp for whatever you deem the value at once you put the item/s to use. You gotta get em by Weds.
DEAL CITY. Just email me at the link to the right, or myspace me.
Erase Errata performs live on the new Kill Rock Stars podcast .
To second JR's note on last nights reading "Orphan Schlitz"--twas the best night Quimbys has hosted, period. I have never seen anyone ever overshadow Burian and reel in the yuks as much as last nights line up. And Burian was great. Mark Safety Pin really knew how to curate some fine local talent. My favorite was Meg MacCarville who read this great peice and a Scum Manifesto inspired essay "69 Reasons I should have been aborted" which included everything from "I suck at eBay" to an admission of VD. I couldn't hear half of what she was saying because people were laughing. She was like Lisa Suckdog times GG Allin divided by Bill Hicks' Flying Saucer Tour album. So repulsive it's noble, with filleting genius. Why doesn't SPIN give her a column?
This week, in the Old Chicago Boogie Gazette aka The Reader, I try my hand at a celebrity profile and spend some time with Fred Armisen formerly of Skene! Records, currently of Saturday Night Live. Then, some recommendations 12 tracks for yr end of summer jamboree, incl. three Rick Ross remixes, Girl Talk, Luke Jenner as Kylie, and a return-to-form Jaxxalude.
Thank you and goodnight!
Nilsson + Lose Yr Illusion II + any gothy GSL band = Gosling.
Curing plain elements into something really seductive: PDX chanteuse Corrina Repp
Of Course is a bit of thunky fuck-the-world, with Sam running gtr lines that sound like Ian Williams processed through a bug zapper, punkest thing Kinsella's done this side of emo's pop, songs from the new Make Believe, one of them named for Har Mar's brother.
The Riverdales + Tiger Trap = Partyline. Record is raddest band yet from Alison Wolfe and checks in at a full 19 minutes.
I'm not sure why the Chi doesn't rep harder for her, maybe it's cos the crew she's affiliated with is 406 miles from 60622, but PsalmOne finally has a proper album out. None the less, she's here, she's queer, she's on tour all over.
Yes, I know, my spelling abilities routinely lack, but at least I know how to spell "bitch" correctly
Special to PP readers: This is Nick Sylvester.
Joe Gross, Hit ir or Quit it contributor, old schooler, noise fetishist and Vertigo fan does a guide to the ten essential AmRep releases. I spent my 15th and 16th summer slicking stamps for AmRep mailorders out of a dedicated love of Tar Jackson and Cows Peacetika, albums I have only ever owned on cassette; a fact that makes me roughly 171 in indie-nostalgia years.
My review of TV on The Radio's Cookie Mountain album is up at City Pages.
Two people queried me the other day, assuming I am up on the bloggerstein less because I have been writing profesh more, but that is not the case. I'm hardly blogging because I sometimes spend hours a day cooking now, nose to the recipe grindstone. I stopped eating sugar, wheat, most dairy and most all processed foods about six weeks ago. I'd recommend to anyone to stop eating sugar. You will feel amazing.
Josh Dumas passes this on regarding American Apparel .
American Apparel Issues Ultimatum to Clamor Magazine
In response to advance previews of Clamor Magazine's forthcoming special
section on American Apparel, the Los Angeles-based clothing company has
issued a letter of demands from its Media Relations office.
Cynthia Semon, Media Relations Director at American Apparel, sent an
email to Clamor Politics co-editor (and editor of the American Apparel
section) Mariana Ruiz and Clamor co-founder Jen Angel, citing
inaccuracies and accusing Clamor of shoddy and amateur journalism. Ms.
Semon demanded, "if the article is not immediately removed online, along
with a retraction and an [sic] public apology posted online and
published appropriately, we will be forced to seek legal action in light
of such gross, blatant, negligent and irresponsible journalism."
"We have issued a correction of unintended factual inaccuracies," stated
Angel, "However, we have no intention of retracting the stories or the
issue in which they appear. Apart from the correction we have made, we
stand by those stories as they appear." The correction is noted below.
"We're publishing articles here that are critical of American Apparel's
business practices and challenge the credibility of their carefully
crafted 'progressive' identity, and they're not happy about that," said
Clamor co-founder Jason Kucsma. "That a social justice magazine with a
yearly operating budget of less than $150 thousand is being issued an
ultimatum by a company that turned $250 million in profit last year
seems a little incongruous to me.
Three articles, one photo essay featuring a former American Apparel
employee, and a series of parody American Apparel ads make up a 10-page
section analyzing American Apparel's business model, sexual harassment
claims made against founder and CEO Dov Charney, and the co-opting of
progressive values to hype an otherwise less-than progressive workplace.
The Fall 2006 issue in which the special section appears is scheduled
for a newsstand release of September 1, 2006.
Read more about the section and read a sneak preview of the American
Apparel section at:
Jesus fuck, I wish I could have a brain that worked like this . Mostly, lately, I just make jokes about The Rapture and skim the butterfat from available sentiment; it is an hour into the weekend and I am tired from making a workweek outta hammering the refresh button of my own opinions. You'll see what I mean next week: fresh URL-able proofs.
a. Why is her main move jerking so violently as if she is trying to whip her extentions off her head?
b. Doesn't part where Beyonce cries in "Ring the Alarm" make you forget everything you ever liked about Jay-z?
c. Beyonce as startled robot? What is with her stepford-stiff Pussycat Dolls home workout strip for your man bit?
d. Why does every verse Jay drops on B's songs make me wish she was engaged to any other rapper? Verses so bad it'll wipe "Fourty Four Fours" off yr brainplate. Seriously--Special Ed, Common or a fucking Oakridge Boy. Any of them would suffice.
Conclusion: Startled, too thin, lost in the cornfield, trapped in the corner, flagellating herself with her blonde locks--the new Beyonce presented is as a victim. If all B stands to loose if she lets J go to her budget-doppleganger Rihanna is Chinchilla coats, as the song goes, then she needs to let him go. She could buy a chinchilla house, and have a little dignity intact; she should stop dancing in the crops in her Jimmy Choos and get on with it. I hope she goes on Oprah soon and Oprah gives her some what for.
Read JR's blog. "84 degrees and Sunny like Cher's dick" he reports. WTF?! Haggle him about book recommendations, he just read Vollmann's Europe Central in like, three days. Book maniac. Or Britt's which has taken a turn from the salacious to the delightfully hateful!
I am sorry that as of late the blog is only slightly more interesting than the 12-hour pollen forecast on weather.com. I have nine concurrent assignments of writing and have been listening to nothing but the crazy-delicious TVOTR nu-nu, Return to Cookie Mountain for five straight days for upwards of six hours a day, breaking only to fix dinners and stalk the alleys by my house for the trash gems of fall-moving; that and checking my neighboors trash-area for a slightly warped Christine McVie solo album. He was xtra hardline about getting a dollar for it at his garage sale the other day, I tried to bargain, and he took it and put it back in the "$1 ALBUMS" box. I wanted to tell him to to stick Christine McVie and his water damaged Tabernacle xmas albums in his ass. But I didn't. Now I am adamant about getting it for free. So far he has only put out a box of brown carpet. Vengence and that Christine McVie record will both be mine! For free!
Anyhow, that's really the bulk of it. Read a book instead--you have my blessing.
PS: Happy Birthday # 31 to Matt Clark, sweet and fine as ever.
Paper Rad is in town tomorrow: doo man group, extreme animalz, new videos and comics excitement. with Water Babies and special guest jazersizers and djs.
AT Red-I --2201 S Wentworth 2nd floor
( Cermak and Wentworth in Chinatown next to the arch)
9pm-2am show $5 cover
Iranian pop singer Googoosh. Keywords: severity of bun, Annie Hall outfit, strings, Persian disco snap dances.
The Pack- "Vans". At once, a song, a paen and a commercial, but I respect it because it's not for expensive shit, it's about pragmatism over Air Jordan indulgence --"It's a $36 punk shoe"--as the verse goes. All that's missing is directions to Payless in the outro.
The man with the dog is sending me a new psychic signal; spotted him 10:30 am yesterday morning, again, totally still on the east end of the block, on the corner, facing the opposite way as usual, in white socks not black, not with his dog, but with a shopping bag from Target. WTF?!
Between the two corner bldgs, there are now three couples with tandem bikes. You may be thinking it is dorky, but it looks real cute when they are pedaling off together, or coming home from the store with a giant baguette sticking outta the basket like they are on a commercial for France. Is the tandem purchase some love-secret passed between the couples, 2F to 1R to garden apt style?
Five of the last six times I parked my car in front of the house, on the NE corner across, the retiree man with the suspenders, pompadour'd hair tonic'd slick'd mohawk and the yanked up black socks is standing still, with his red dog on it's lead, like a lederhosen stauary, both facing due west IN THE SAME SPOT EVERYTIME. All different times of day. Is it an animal omen if the dog's attention is not on me? Or is the man's socks a signal?
I will be sad to leave this neighborhood, with all of it's old people walking very slow to the store/their death and the concerned nana's of eastern blocs ringing our bell to say "you kitty eez trap on porch you come get shay jump you luze hair someone steal she very preety kaht come get now" three times a week when Monkee is out singing "Meow Meow" from the overhang.
On Lilli Carre's new website she has posted her little cartoon movie that I love about the girl and a moon.
css at pforkfest
If loving their music was not enough, you can now also love CSS' youtube exploits. My favorite is when they look for Catpower in a dumpster.
More Hardcore Histories at MessHall
HARDCORE HISTORIES: Vegetarianism, Veganism and Animal Rights in Hardcore Music
Sunday, August 20, 7-9 PM.
FREE and all ages!
6932 N. Glenwood Avenue
Rogers Park ("Morse" stop on the Red Line El)
Join Andre Foisy and Terence Hannum of the bands Unlucky Atlas and
Locrian as they discuss the prominence of vegetarianism, veganism, and
animal rights in the hardcore music community. In their discussion,
Terence and Andre seek to demystify the rise
vegetarianism and animal rights in hardcore communities since the
early 1980's. They will look at the influence of socio-economic
conditions, class structure, family structure, youth rituals and
religion on a number of bands and other participants in the scene.
Also up for discussion are how these influences relate to identity
construction and the establishment of common world-views.
During the event, attendees will create a timeline tracing the lineage
of these issues in hardcore music. Records will be played by bands
that promoted vegetarianism, veganism and animal rights such as: Youth
of Today, Drop Dead, Earth Crisis, Conflict, MDC, Cro-Mags, Day of
Suffering, and the impossibly right wing band Vegan Reich. Bring your
records, experiences, zines, videos, and sense of humor to help fill
in this timeline. Vegan food will be served.
Fuck the Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It and The Poole Palace--here's "The Challenger", by Baby's Gang--it's an italo-disco precursor to the Chicken Noodle Soup dance (and it's wild variations). Also, watch for a nine year old Princess Superstar making her rapping debut atop the teacher's desk. Watch hard and practice The Challenger with friends often--it's not often that a dance involving taking yr sunglasses on and off comes along.
I forgot til I saw the poster just now: Mauled by Tigers Fest is This Wknd!. Meneguar, Krunchies, Death Set, The Bananas, Videohippos and about 20 more rad bands you have hardly heard of, but who are worth staying inside on a weekend day to see.
Frida Hyvonen is going to straight up wreck you, in my top 3 for for oh-six all the righteous way home. The album is not out til late fall (10/24/06, Secretly Canadian), so you will have to wait; she spills girl secrets, names things that have not been named, sings about fuckin' like American girls can't... or won't -- Charlotte Church or Catpower are never going to toss out a "so I pull up my pants" mid-verse, and sing it with the casj aplomb like she's singing about going to the store for a bag of apples; she's rolling confident and cool--total Diamond Pussy Crew, Euro-bureau.
On Frida's website, there are mp3s and little movies. GET INTO IT!
God, I love craigslist.
Free "Vintage" Barn for the dissembling .
JIC you needed one.
I heard it from the source themselves, my deep wish came true! MONORCHID IS REUNITING FOR THE T&G THING! YES!
Thanks to Arashi for forwarding this on.
1. Stern Brow of Branigan.
2. The Unscrunching of the boot.
3. Decorative tarp-draping
4. Phantom of the Limo Driver
5. After-hours Mumenchantz orgie/modern dance zombies
We went. Lollapalooza's Saturday showing was a moderate time to be had: Sonic Yout' with Kim G fronting is frilly sang-froid deluxxxe, her legs look like ropes; in an outfit du H&M summer, calestenics-dancing, she sang about free girls and bad boys and the elusive humping and oppression, including a shuddering take on "Inhuman". Quel bonkers / way to rip it, team.
Flaming Lips, I had not seen since last time they played Lollapalooza, circa summer 94*. Back then they were a band, as opposed to a parade. Coyne shouted to the watchful many many many, to sing along so loud their voices stop traffic on Lake Shore Drive, and then after that implored to sing along louder than that-- so loud as to prevent Israel from destroying all of Lebanon and it's people. Later, he conceeded that war stopping via a Lips-singalong was not infact possible (Kofi Annan=way bummed), but it's the thought that counts. Is it really, Wayne?
Between every song in Kanye's set was chock with heavy pauses, and it wasn't moments of silence for Darfur, it wasn't for costume changes or for the harp player to adjust her mask. It stalled shit out, the cameos were weak save for brick-o-fire-Lupe, Jigga never showed, Kanye threatened to fire soundpeople and backstage workers ON MIC, in front of 60,000-ish people. No class, no grace, no fun. "There are going to be reprocussions for embarrassing me in my home town." For that, he can only hold himself responsible.
I been busy:
Sufjan betrays the state. (Reader)
Flogging Flosstradamus in the disco (Reader)
Gettting Pitchfugged in words and snapshortorials(Stop Smiling)
no apologeeze for the ambition/shame of indie that runs rails through Sufjan and Pitchfork scene reportage; props due to Franklin for the Pavement reminder and letting me bounce ideas to him live from the ball field dust.
Maybe you don't care, but maybe you do, but I figured I would share--here's a special/exclusive sneak preview of the video for the single off the forthcoming Rapture album.