For every discussion about how Sturgill Simpson and Chris Stapleton are bringing energy and fervor back to country music, while making it “real” again, I can’t help but feel like Nikki Lane is getting shunted to the side. She’s been kicking out albums since her 2011 debut, Walk of Shame, a full three years prior to Simpson’s debut. The title track’s liberated, feminist embrace of the same topics Simpson would get praise for on Metamodern Sounds in Country Music‘s “Life of Sin” three years later should give Lane the same acclaim as her male peers, but for some reason, she’s been quietly relegated to the background when discussion of taking back Nashville comes around.
Read the full recommendation at Modern Vinyl. Published 1/23/17
Like many folks, I woke up Friday morning feeling afraid and uncomfortable, uncertain as to what was going to happen to the United States. I knew of the many marches planned for that night and the next day, but by the time noon rolled around and the president-elect replace Barack Obama, I was fairly well sick with worry.
So, as is my wont, I went to the bar near my house to watch Jeopardy and zone out. Jeopardy was pre-empted by the parade, so I got to watch a limp work its way down Pennsylvania Avenue while I drank cheap beer and tried to tamp down everything.
By the time I got home and sat around watching Venture Bros DVDs, I was a morose, sad-sack guy. Then — then I saw a video that gave me hope. Self-described “alt-right” demagogue — in reality a white nationalist, racist, bigoted piece of human garbage — Richard Spencer was in the middle of an interview, and just as he began to explain the Pepe the Frog pin on his lapel, he got fucking cold-cocked.
Read the full op-ed at Cinepunx. Published 1/23/17
Regarding the whole Midcoast Cares Rock For Relief concert on Monday, here’s what I’ve been able to confirm: Obviously, some banners were torn down. See the above Twitter exchange for 96.5 the Buzz personality Slimfast’s reaction to an inquiry. This tweet doesn’t help matters any, either.
There was a benefit for Moore tornado victims at the Kansas City Power & Light District last night. And, it being a benefit, nothing stayed on-topic. At some point during the show, Slimfast, a DJ for 96.5 the Buzz, allegedly tore down a banner for the Kansas City Local Artists Radio Show, an online streaming radio program. People are collectively losing their minds on Facebook, as well as in a post over at Day to Day ASA.
I appreciate the thoughts behind this but the “Apparently they do not support freedom of speech either!” line kills me. You can delete anything you want to off your Facebook page. It’s your subpage of a private website ran by a multi-million dollar corporation which receives ad revenue from other multi-million (if not billion) dollar industries.
The new memoir by Rhoney Gissen Stanley about her years with Owsley “Bear” Stanley, entitled Owsley and Me: MY LSD Family, is currently out via Monkfish Publishing. The publishing house is best known for some really heavily spiritual reads, so it should come as no surprise that Owsley and Me is super-new age / hippie-dippy.
The book (co-written / tweaked / helped with by Tom Davis) is a series of stories that are, plot-wise, intensely interesting, but told about a series of people toward whom you have no attraction nor sympathy. It’s rare to say that I’ve ever actually hated anyone depicted in a book, fictional or not, but when one considers that this is a memoir, and talking about real people, I was continually astonished that the personages in Owsley and Me are so astonishingly unlikeable.
Yesterday, after posting news regarding Underground Communique‘s returning Ska is Dead single series, they posted some more solid details, as well as some hints as to what you can expect.
Like the last series, there will be three 7-inches on black vinyl and three 7-inches on color vinyl (last year, it was white), and they’ll ship in three monthly installments of two 7-inches each, starting in July. Pre-orders start at 2:00 p.m. Eastern Standard Time on Friday, May 25 via the Ska Is Dead store.
After all the hoopla regarding the SOPA/PIPA stuff last week, and the takedown of Megaupload, we’d heard a lot from the likes of media pundits and analysts, but nothing really from the folks supposedly affected by the whole piracy thing against which SOPA was supposed to defend.
That was until Friday, when Valient Himself, frontman for Venusian boogie-metal rockers Valient Thorr, took to his Twitter feed (@valientthorr) to lay out what might be the most rational deconstruction of the whole thing I’ve seen thus far. The Pirate Bay’s screed is funnier, but this is far cooler and personal. I’ve taken the liberty of assembling all the tweets into an easy-to-read couple of paragraphs below.
Leslie Simon is a tourist. All her books are written in the breathless tone of a 13 year-old’s diary, combined with the breezy weightlessness of a Cosmo article. Geek Girls Unite is no different. Even the reading lists provided – which are excellent resources for anyone looking for a good book – and her lists of influential women in each category – all very notable and quite worth knowing – are fraught with errors. It’s Our Band Could Be Your Life, not This Band. Courtney Love is a star-fucker, not a geek heroine of any sort. Et cetera.
Kickstarter, the popular crowd-sourcing means of project fundraising, might not be all it’s cracked up to be. By no means am I suggesting that the site or the folks behind are crooked – nay, nay, I say. They take a straight 5% off the top, and the rest goes to the folks raising the cash. No, to what I refer is this: there’s a certain negative aspect to raising money that might end up negatively affecting one’s relationship with one’s fans.
The site’s been used to raise money for everything from movies to TV shows to books to records, and it’s in that last category that we’ll be focusing, as well as the negative connotations that Kickstarter is beginning to acquire: namely, that this is a way for bands to get folks to pay for stuff that doesn’t exist, and they’re willing do nearly anything to get your money.
Attention record nerds! You’re idiots.
Now that I have your attention, please allow me to clarify and explain: some of you are amazingly short-sighted idiots with the compulsory habits of Beanie Baby enthusiasts. Seriously. I’m not doing this to be “shocking,” I just have a need to get this off my chest and let you folks who buy multiple copies of new releases in various colors are no better than the folks who fucked up comics for everyone in the early ’90s.