We thought a few more YYYs songs might leak by now, but the Internet seems satiated by the same three that've been up for the last week or so -- even though none of the tracks singled out in SFJ's New Yorker preview have surfaced. Maybe everyone's too busy downloadingtheFlaming Lips record. Whatever.
A little birdie sent us this link a few days ago and begged us not to leak it until it got played on the air. In the meantime, of course, it spread like wildfire, and local radio jumped all over it. Despite the fact that it's three years old and may very well be the worst GNR song ever. Worse than "Madagascar" even.
When it comes to deciding who gets on the Democratic gubernatorial primary ballot. But what about when someone who's skipped the caucuses decides to get into the governor's race, and needs to get the 500 delegate signatures required to get into the nominating convention? Someone like, say, Chris Gabrieli?
Earlier this week, the Massachusetts Democratic Party ruled that Gabrieli can get his 500 John/Jane Hancocks from all convention delegates, not just the ones elected at the caucuses.
Mittens wax nostalgic about AM-radio pop, but their sly, self-effacing worldplay, indie-pop bustle, and modest arrangements feel as new as your little sister’s Click 5 addiction. It helps that their pared-down approach stands firmly within a longstanding Boston tradition of jangle and melody that includes Papas Fritas, the Fly Seville, and drummer Nick Buni’s older brother Jim’s band, Buttercup.
OTD stands corrected: after digging around, we're guessing what the commenter said was that we misidentified the Adam 12 in She Wants Revenge, not the Adam 12 in Powerman. Which turns out to be . . . true! Although we can't figure out a way to link to it, there are photos on MySpace that make it clear that Adam 12 from She Wants Revenge bears no resemblance to Adam 12 from PM5K.
Big smooches to Compound 440r's MicL Ptvn for re-upping his V-day mix last night: this is what happens when discopunk and synthpop fiends google their itunes playlists for the word "love." The tracklist probably mirrors the mixtape you made for your girlfriend last week, or at least had promised you'd make, so take MicL up and pass it off as your own if you haven't already:
ZEITGEIST GALLERY TO MOVE; THE LILY PAD SPROUTS UP IN ITS PLACE
Announcing the establishment of a new venue for creative, original music: the Lily Pad.On March 1st, 2006, the Lily Pad will sprout up in the Inman Square location that currently houses the Zeitgeist Gallery.The Zeitgeist's director, Alan Nidle, is relocating the gallery around the corner to 186 Hampshire Street.
1. Meant to post this up on OTD's 33rd birthday last week -- you'll know why as soon as you hear the Birthday Boy kick shit -- but, y'know, better late than never. Trust us, you need thiz. What we have here are Da Muzicianz, the new Ying-Yang/Mr. Collipark offshoot (not his "intimate club" steez, just regular old crunk-azz, kick-motherfuckerz-in-the-ballz shit).
1. OTD maintained, at the beginning, that if that kid Jack White ever got himself a real band he might get famous. Instead, he got famous first, and now he's finally got himself a real band. He's needed one too, since White Stripes got slammed with a bad, two-album case of Pearl Jam-itis (the condition of being turned by your fans and critics into a classic rock band long before your time).
The T-shirts sported by the audience at the Middle East last night read like the crash course in Rock Music that your older, cooler brother gives you when you're fourteen: Melvins, Misfits, G.G. Allin, Motorhead, Venom, uh . . . The Cosby Show. Okay, well, metal is rapidly becoming assimilated by popular indie culture, so it wasn't surprising to see some of the tight-pants, silly-T-shirt set in attendance.
The new Morrissey album, "Ringleader of the Tormenters", continues to slowly leak all over the internet and the 18-year-old version of OTD is sooooooo totally exicitied! Last week, the slightly Middle-Eastern "I Will See You In Far Off Places" emerged and bore the heavy thumbprint of film scoring legend and notable octogenarian Ennio Morricone.
Couple of quick pics of Southie rhymeslayer Slaine (top, and below with WILD 97.7's Mr. Peter Parker) from last night's jumpoff; snaps courtesy of our dude Matthew Burke, whose full report is coming soon in the fishwrap and sooner online. La Coka Nostra stand up!
Sure, the second song was his typical rolls-royce funk snooze and mostly an excuse for a gratuitous protege plug, but the midnight slot . . . whoa. Some of us have never forgotten that the dude can play guitar. But holy shit: PLEASE let this rocknroll apocalypse be a sign of things to come for the next concert tour, cuz the last one was, like, pretty much a waste of $80.