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David Yow is one of the more interesting frontmen to have come out of rock and roll in the past few decades, if only because of the contradictions inherent in the way that he operates: on the one hand, he's a classic rock wildman-- I've personally witnessed more piss, puke and genital exhibition from Mr.
As Hallowe'en approaches, so does the impending release of Metallica's new album, Lulu, a double-CD collaboration with venerated legend Lou Reed. As if the pairing of Metallica and Reed wasn't random enough, the album is an adaptation of a trilogy of works by late-19th-century German expressionist playwright Frank Wedekind, whose work is perhaps best-known as having inspired the 1929 Louise Brooks vehicle Pandora's Box:
Green Day photo by Carina Mastrocola; more photos here.
GREEN DAYTD Garden, Boston, MAMonday, July 20, 2009
Ok, let's get it out of the way first. If you are the kind of person who believes in any sort of punk orthodoxy, tonight's Green Day concert would send you reeling back to your Weezer memories -- and to be honest, seeing this band in 2009 almost filled me with nostalgia for a younger time in my life when pondering why Green Day wasn't punk was a more pressing concern than, you know, global warming, the end of the music industry, the end of industry, period, and the impending 2012 Mayan calendar debacle, etc etc.
"This show's going to be 97% gay guys... and, like, 3% fat chicks", said the guy next to me to his friends. We were all waiting in an eternal line on Lansdowne Street, and as everyone around me started passing the booze amongst themselves, the "real talk" began, I suppose.
If you are reading this and thinking "Who is Pylon?" and "Who is Randy Bewley?", then you can count yourself in a large majority of rock music fans; for better or worse, the legacy of Athens, GA stalwarts Pylon is forever overshadowed by the twin titans of R.E.M. and The B-52's, two contemporaries who most definitely did not follow Pylon's general ethos of quitting while they were ahead.
Arriving at Kutshers Country Club in Monticello, NY, I felt like I was living through an early 90's equivalent of Bergman's Wild Strawberries,
minus the awards ceremony: a pastoral dream-romp through one's past,
where the sights and sounds of one's formative years were brought back
and forced to clash with aging sensibilities.
Ah, it's summer, the time when school is out and Boston's rocker-aged population puts down their books and starts dreaming up hypothetical bands with crazy gimmicks that will take Boston (or at least PA's Lounge) by storm. Having trouble coming up with a High Concept project that will, maybe, perhaps, join the vaunted ranks of The Bentmen, The Upper Crust, Kaiju Big Battel, and a million other Boston Idearock pioneers? Here's a few to get started: