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Tupelo Chain Sex blasted loud, dirty, funny, sexy, and party party party. I miss them. They're generally forgotten. I played them a lot on college radio. Listening to them is like being forcibly dragged on a bar crawl in Hollywood. I salute you, madmen of the past.


Mar. 31st, 2009 09:53 pm
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d.boon, originally uploaded by William Thalmus.

Me too, man. Me too.

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hammer spears
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Elvis Costello. Promo 12" released at the same time as King of America. "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" recorded live at the Heartbreak in NY.

I lost the actual vinyl during the Great Failure of the 1990s.

Has anyone ripped this to mp3? I think it was also released on some crazy-ass 11 CD collection of rarities, and maybe to part of a singles collection, but I can't find it anywhere.

Thanks to the efforts of the beautiful and talented [ profile] mcbrennan this has been located. For now it can be found at my Tumblr. Go Cait!

Also: going through the discography looking for it reminds me how much he declined as an artist after the 80s. Oh well.
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far ghambowl

1 - Go to "wikipedia." Hit “random... Read More” or click The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to "Random quotations" or click
The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days” or click Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use photoshop or similar to put it all together.

5 - Post it to LJ with this text in the "caption" and TAG the friends you want to join in.
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Thanks to [ profile] nosrialleon I found out that Zorn is playing five nights in a row at Yoshi's in SF. So I just blew $200 on the "package" which includes everything but the Secret Chiefs show: Wednesday to Sunday late show.

I have no idea where I'll stay or anything else, but this is happening. I'll never get to see the Masada stuff live unless I go to New York or Europe anyway.

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Today I spent four hours in a Starbucks in Temecula, California.

Temecula is one of the New Suburbs here. There's an Indian casino and a crapload of little box house development, all new. It's inland and too hot. All of the white guys look like cops here, and all of the nonwhite guys look like gangbangers. I thought I saw an independent bookstore but it was a mormon bookstore.

I drove Bob down there to get dental work done, so I went to Starbucks and paid their ridiculous wi-fi tax and worked for a while. Various gang members, trophy wives, and sad-sack strip mall employees went in and out. Old people sat near me and had earsplitting conversations about real estate prices and their medical problems.

I got work done, and then I read some good fiction. (I can do that now again because the Adderall is working.) But I experienced pain. Let me share my pain with you. My pain is: THE STARBUCKS CHRISTMAS MUSIC.

We all know that there are two types of Christmas music in the U.S. One is the usually religious but musically acceptable set of Old Carols. Almost all of them talk a lot about God or use noninclusive phrases like "born is the king of Israel." However, the music is old and good.

The second type is the pop music about Christmas written in the second half of the twentieth century. It's sometimes sentimental, occasionally romantic, rarely theological, and full of the kind of plastic whimsy one sees in Disney films. Little drummer boys and cotton candy snowmen come out of fucking nowhere and the kids are all eating and the grownups are all having snuggly winter sex. The music itself is uniformly emetic.

The management at Starbucks has chosen to play all of the modern pop Christmas music as performed by the following classes of musician: whiney Garrison Keillor country folk artists; breathy little indie girls; assholes with mandolins; safely dead old black guys; that guy from that one old movie; and Paul McCartney. I could almost swear I heard Bright Eyes doing "Frosty the Snowman" and Arlo Guthrie belting out "Let It Snow." And I'm way serious about the mandolin guys. They are major assholes.

So if you're somehow in a Starbucks this "holiday season," enjoy your CinnaNog Blatte or Caramel Mestizo or whatever, but put in earplugs. You might think this is funny, but school's out when you're stuck in line and Dave Matthews is scat-singing through "Do You Hear What I Hear."
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Honest to goodness, the bars weren't open this morning
They must of been votin' for President or something

I love this album. I loved X before I saw them live, listening to White Girl and Los Angeles on KROQ while in high school. The harmonies in fifth, the sad resigned loud-ass music, the barre chords. What more could an O.C. punk want? They were L.A., and chaos, and soul, and everything I didn't have at Newport Harbor High School.

I went off to UCLA and promptly saw X at my own college, in Ackerman Grand Ballroom. They opened with "This was supposed to be the new world" at 1500 dB and loads of feedback. Exene was wearing a cowboy hat covered with spangles. I wanted to marry her and John Doe simultaneously.

From age 18 to 20 I listened to the first four X albums on repeat. Later on the peak of my music journalism career was interviewing them for Creem. Twenty years later [ profile] miss_geek and I went to see them and they hadn't lost it.

Not sure why. Maybe it's because they were a stealth country blues band disguised as punk, or maybe they just were tough enough not to die or get lame from the lifestyle.

X never made it outside L.A. I remember John Doe saying that they shared that with Oingo Boingo: bands that were loved in L.A. and a few other cities and never got national success. And the weird thing, too: their lyrics look awful without the music, but with the music they're wonderful.

I remember that my dormitory floor at UCLA my freshman year was a musical fondue. My notable success was getting about ten people, including the diehard Springsteen fan and the guy who only liked ska, to become X fans. I bet they still are.

There's no nostalgia here. It's just good god-damned music, okay? It could have been made yesterday, or might be made tomorrow. They just had it. Someone has it now.
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Years ago there were some great error beeps on Negativland's site, done by the Weatherman. They included stuff like "my peodopular pediption had a fip-fip" done in the most annoying voice possible, that of the Weatherman himself.

Anyone got them? They've vanished. I only found one on someone's mp3blog.
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It's a David Bowie kind of afternoon.

Seriously, his music makes so many things easier.
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...Chuck Taggart's essential "Down Home" music show is 86'd from KCSN along with just about everything else. They'll play "Adult Acoustic Alternative" and have their Music Biz Department seek out other music, or something.

They've been trying to dump a perfectly good radio station for a couple of years now.


Aug. 24th, 2008 05:11 pm
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I am amnesiac and can't remember which kind person informed me that the Chrome Box has been re-released, but thank you. I love Chrome. And if you like early gloomy industrial noisy shit, you will too.

They're forgotten by too many. Any locals who want some, hit me up.

Wire cover

Aug. 22nd, 2008 05:18 pm
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For [ profile] obnoxicant and other Wire fans, an unexpected version of "Outdoor Miner."

Via Bedazzled
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...can crash at my house any time they're in town. Really.
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I've never been a fan of Vice magazine, but these photosets of early 80s L.A. hardcore are great. They totally capture that scene.

Can't wait for the book!
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Cool rock 'n' roll band & nice people The Prids had a nasty car crash in Fresno. Several of them broke bones and one had to be airlifted. They're pretty screwed.

Drop 'em a few bucks. They're in for a long painful ride without cash back to Portland, and could use food and pillows.

For locals: Babyland, Shiloe, and Sleepmask are playing a benefit for The Prids Tuesday night at Spaceland in LA (1717 Silverlake Blvd). I know this is short notice, but please help spread the word.

More info at:

via [ profile] defenestr8r


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