1. Residents of Planet Blogg already knows about this (as does anyone who listens to the radio in NYC, apparently), but for the rest of yawl, time to get on our level. When Lenny Kaye or Chairman Mao or somebody compiles the Nuggets of bubblecrunk-n-B, this will be the A-side leadoff. Here, check it:
. . . you might want to explain the concept of anti-persperent.
1. Note that even after viewing the above photo OTD's festering crushy-crush on Big Bear's Jordyn Bonds has not dissipated in the least. For those that haven't seen the Bear, she isn't injured: that padding on her leg is a protective overgarment she wears to prevent her thigh from being bruised by how hard she pounds it with the tambourine.
Scissorfight: large, fleshy, hairy dudes making large, fleshy, hairy rock. You saw them on MTV's "You Hear It First." You saw them eat a brontosaurus live on stage at the Redneck Fest in 1997. You punched your girlfriend in the head when they played "Planet of Ass" at the Linwood Grill.
1. We've been saying it for like a year, but having these shows the same night is just stupid. Like, how many fans of New England protest rap are there? Expect, like, dozens of shout-outs to area sports teams -- and also some ranting against The Man -- when the PERCEPTIONISTS broke celebrate their Boston Music Award (snarf!) at the Paradise, 967 Comm Ave in Boston, 617.
1. The OTD family compound has been outside the city limits for a minute, and we haven't really been listening since Team Kimchee went off the air, but Pipeline! still does it real big over there in the Walker Memorial Building on Tuesday nights. Unlike the commercial local-music shows, they've still got time for local bands -- the good ones -- to play long and live.
Remember when the Bangles covered "Hazy Shade of Winter" for the Less Than Zero soundtrack and you got knots in your stomach every time the song came on the radio, like you'd just swallowed a whole cloud of cotton candy? This is like that only way more asskicking: bubblegum speedmetal jams for the new new superheavy century.
Hi. The Bosstones are broken up, supposedly. But something funny just landed in our in-box. And if it hadn't come from who it came from, we wouldn't be posting it. But let's just say we're pretty sure they want you to hear this. So as not to spoil the surprise, we'll keep the description simple: when we cue this up, RealPlayer tells us it's from the MTV Mashups album.
Actually, Mark's holding a real Emmy, which belongs to his girlfriend. But let's pretend it's one of those cute little paperweights they were passing around at the saddest night out in the USA, a/k/a the Boston Music Awards
Before the esteemed Mercury Prize mantle, before allegedly making Lou Reed teary-eyed, before blog-rolling Boston college girls chatted about him on the Green Line (we eavesdropped on one such hilarious conversation last week), androgynous cabaret singer (chanteuse?) Antony performed at the Oni Gallery, a dearly-departed Chinatown loft space.
1. How many bridge-and-tunnel glossies does it take to give Aerosmith's singer a handjob? Both of them, apparently. We love a front row seat for a nasty media war, and Boston Magazine has apparently fired off its opening screw-you in the general direction of incoming interloper Boston Common, a new high-end, large-format admat that's shelling out gazillions in an effort to become the new bible for our fair city's sorta-rich and barely-famous.
The Stooges (top two: JazzFest, 2004, at Louisiana Music Factory; above, in their previous incarnation as the Lil' Stooges, at Ernie K-Doe's funeral, New Orleans, 2001)
"In New Orleans, the brass bands are street-bred. Their chops can handle tricky jazz arrangements, and their second-line rhythms (laid down by drums and tuba) can morph into dancehall raps or straight hip-hop.