1. You're going to see Mr. Airplane Man at the Kirkland tonight, right? In case you missed it, Chris Rucker got an update on Magaret's new arrival, due in November: no, it's not an album. Though she's working on one of those, too: "I actually have been more creative and writing more songs since I got pregnant than I have in a long time."
1. Big Bear may be the most colossal "metal" band in town right now, but since that's just one of the many groupstheirmembersplay in, you'll have to excuse 'em for not killing shit more often. (Hell, when we saw one of these groups a couple weeks back, guitarist Joel Roston briefly forgot which band he was in.
Tough to say what the kids are sweating more this summer: the keytars and homemade Elvis jumpsuits that've made Leslie and the LY's Boston's #1 kitsch-hop rap attraction (think, like, Gravy Train!!!! meets Har Mar on the Home Shopping Network circa 1984) or Leslie's Bedazzler-enhanced gem-sweatercollection
1. R. Kelly album out today with all five parts of "Trapped in the Closet," which assiduous blog-surfers will already have downloaded last month. Now you can also watch the 15-minute-video miniseries, included as a bonus DVD. MTV's also got it online. Warning: it's on their new super-broadband site, which we had zero luck viewing.
Thanks to everyone who came out and did the damn thing with Caps + Jones + Bananas on Friday night at Enormous Room. The out-of-town squad murdered Central Square, and our gal Jasanne helped us dull the pain with a gingery concoction that was still unnamed when OTD left the building urrrrly, thereby missing some GNR madness later on.
OTD PLAYS DEVIL'S ADVOCATE: It was easy for political-leftist, pop-contrarian music snobs to get on the bus for that kindler-gentler hippie-shitkicker schtick when Big & Rich came up -- and it was even easier for actual rednecks, who could nod in the general direction of Gretchen's "Redneck Woman" to prove dey still some good ol' boys, gawdamn.
The moment that killed Live 8 dead was that part when Madonna, in London with gospel choir, got fixated on a line from her song "Music": "Music/makes the people/come together." Of course she's got to sing it over and over: SHE'S MAKING A POINT HERE GODDAMMIT. Demanding that everyone clap to it -- like, getting MAD AT the Golden Circle crowd not standing up for it.
Before they moved from Boston to Ohio many moons ago, Cheater Slicks released a Jon Spencer-produced album, Don't Like You(In the Red), that was beloved by everyone except the band themselves; regardless, it put Boston garage punk back on the map during a dry spell. A decade later, they're still indispensably relevant: on the inside cover of the new Dirtbombs singles anthology, Mick Collins is holding a copy of Don't Like You under his arm.
1. In the 1980s, the California thrash band Hirax were but a footnote: among the legions of bands signed to Metal Blade who never got anywhere near as big as Metallica, they entered the metal-trivia lexicon by crossing paths with original 'tallica bassist Ron McGovney and employing a black frontman.
"Doing the damn thing big big big this Friday with Caps and Jones, whose Moving in Stereo mixtape is all kinds of bonkers. Honestly, this thing is gonna be big. Big like a pickup truck. Big like Patrick Ewing. Big like eating 20 tacos. Big like wall-to-wall carpeting.
Here's how it works: load up the iPod, then get thee to a little red newsbox.
1. SWVL interviews Danger Mouse about Gorillaz stuff (PHX link here). At Banned Music you can download The Grey Album, as well as more recent copyright-busting remixes like Hippocamp Ruins Pet Sounds, which does for the Beach Boys what Danja Danja did for Lennon/McCartney.
We don't do this much, but Jessie May Hemphill may still have that gun. She's a tough broad. Also, not coincidentally, one of the five or so Delta blues singer/guitarists who is guaranteed to re-arrange your ass, brain, and heart on first listen. She's "important" because she influenced everyone from the Stones to Mr.
Let's get meta, shall we? Jamie Foxx-as-Ray-Charles up against Ray Charles-as-Ray Charles in new/recent maintream hip-hop fantabulousness. Both tracks are like whoa. You already know the answer, but go ahead and try to figure out which is which.
By all accounts, Plunge Into Death's Area D killed it all-ages style last weekend with his kiddie duo the Humanimals. D knows about double duty, and tonight he's back helming “Musk,” his weekly retard-disco dance party at the Midway Café in JP. With a guest set from the Awesome Brothers, a Providence kindergarten-accident-synth-rock duo who have a way awesomer secret than the White Stripes: one of them’s not really a brother: