This post has a facetious title, but when two Times op-ed writers use the same idea to support opposing arguments in the span of two weeks, we need guidance and we need it fast. OTD has been mulling this one over for a while, and the trigger went unfingered because it seemed like a moot point, and because we didn't really have a point to make, just a question to ask.
That dude Edan has been shouting out Dagha's solo material for a minute, and before that the Humble Magnificent was a vocal supporter of D's old supergroup Electric -- a/k/a Electric Company -- even shouting them out in a Phoenix top-5 list about a year ago. Dagha -- Dwayne Simmons to his moms -- has a long resume in groups that get no respect from douchebag indie-rap kids, but some of those limpdicks know him anyway thanks to his verse on "Rock and Roll," that stand-out, lysergic-guitar-blasting psychedelic smash on Edan's recent Beauty and the Beat
"Rock musician Chris Brokaw" -- in NPR-ese -- got the "Here and Now" treatment over at WBUR on the occasion of his solo-with-band album Incredible Love. (Those of you who've been wondering when that Codeine/Rodan/early Karate sound was gonna make a comeback, serve yourself.) If you've got eight minutes, take a listen:
When last we checked in with Bobby Sullivan -- a/k/a Sullee -- Hingham's great white hope was a teenage Celtics fan with roots in the hardscrabble South End of yore, a five-minute stint (at five years old!) as a Maurice Starr protege on his resume, and big dreams of stardom.
Could an Irish kid who lives with his folks in a oceanfront house in the tony Boston 'burbs really make it as a hip-hop heavy? There were doubts.
No idea who these kids are, but they're doing it real big, like Grandma's House big. Let's have a vote. The best part of the following email is (a) the "144 cans" of Crunk Juice; (b) "T.F.D.S. (Truly Fucking Doing Something)"; the Mexican restaurant called "No Problemo"; (d) dudes raffling off Thanksgiving dinner with their families.
It's not like we've been away or anything, but we feel a little off our game. All good, just busy. OK, some updates . . .
1. BIG BEAR NOMINATED FOR METAL ALBUM (???) (!!!!) OF THE YEAR. Also feel free to hit the Plug Music Awards site and click in a vote for fellow Bostonian Edan for hip-hop album of the year; ex-Mass laptop commuters Mobius Band and Boston-raised, New Hampshire-based robodisco dad the Juan Maclean for Electronic/Dance Album of the Year; secretly-from-Boston indie-nerd faves Clap Your Hands Say Yeah for Indie Rock Album of the Year; Boston mixtape kingpin Clinton Sparks (not mentioned as the DJ behind Clipse's) We Got It 4 Cheap, Vol.
bashment* (n) (1) Reggae/dancehall music. (2) A West Indian party where reggae music is played excessively. (3) A definition of something wicked. (4) Getting some sex or having sex. (5) Loving someone. (6) UK term for hash. * paraphrased from UrbanDictionary.
Taking a break from war profiteering and dodging that pesky special prosecutor, the veep and his second-in-command (who bear a noted resemblance to Cambridge agit-pranksters Ian Maxwell MacKinnon and Eric Zinman) are once again bringing their cabaret routine to Zeitgeist Gallery, testing out "new and corrected scenes and songs" from a timely Iraq-set remake of the 1986 blockbuster Top Gun, in advance of a fringe-festival run timed to coincide with next year's midterms.
Sarah Tomlinson will report this in next week's Phoenix:
With the new Mission of Burma album in the can, drummer Peter Prescott and fourth member/ tape manipulator/sound engineer Bob Weston are reuniting their other art-punk band, VOLCANO SUNS, for a December 29 show at the Middle East. They’ll be joined by KUDGEL, whom Weston once recorded at Steve Albini’s house.
It's said that DJs have a sixth sense that allows them to read a room: to discern -- by osmosis or tell-tale visual clues or smell or whatever -- which records will make a particular audience turn inside out on the dance floor.
OTD, apparently, does not possess this sense.
This became painfully apparent last Friday, when OTD damn near wrecked a perfectly good iPod DJ night at Bill's Bar
While the rest of guyville pawns its guitars and leases laptops, Roh Delikat -- who already made their indietronica album -- appear to be scaling back the gigabeats and getting back to old-fashioned guitars and bass and drums, on some late-20th-century rock-type shit. Kristina still has the prettiest voice since Juliana Hatfield and the chillest corsets since Man Ray got man-razed.
We swear there's a good excuse this time: dingos ate our Blogger software. For serious, we're so getting off this engine. The Hidden were all like "Dude, can you post the mp3 already? People are gonna think we couldn't sell out our own rec0rd-release show!" Well, they were nicer about it. But we were sweating. Error 426? What the fuck's an error 426? So yeah, we could've had the TuesTickAlert up last night, but we wanted to give you time to chew on that Burma cover.