Thursday, June 28, 2007
Things you aren't good enough to say
-Valient Himself
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Velvet Revolver: Irrelevant people
making stupid redundant crap
The reason I comment on it now is that we are facing a unique time in this horrible tradition’s history. With the reinvigoration of the L.A. sex rock that made the Sunset Strip and the Roxy places of note, not to mention drove truckloads of money directly to the doorsteps of idiots who had an otherwise bright future of figuring out a more efficient way to make a birth control system from the catalytic converter they snaked from work, the contemporary bands that claim Guns n Roses and Motley Crue as influences are in the same ecological niche as the bands formed from their idols’ members. Avenged Sevenfold must now compete for the same dollars and vaginas as Velvet Revolver.
As a thesis statement, or more accurately a mantra, I follow this last example with a simple sentence; Fuck Velvet Revolver. This band is the misguided sexual will of a 14 year old violently colliding with a geriatric ability to get an erection. If you combined all the campy, unsuccessful elements of both GnR and Stone Temple Pilots, shoveled enough coal to get the rock engine to just above ‘Aerosmith Asteroid Song’, then convinced every teenager without back pockets on their jeans that their new favorite band had just materialized from the dimension of heroine scabs, you’d be getting close to the level of god-fucking-awful that this band achieves.
I will leave you now with a link to their new assuredly hit single ‘She Builds Quick Machines’, but not before relaying to you what one special young person has to say about these arbiters of rock. While viewing the video, please try not to focus on the fact that Slash most likely provided wardrobe for the entire cast from his own closet or the startling image of one band member who looks like Skeletor dressing up as the cowboy from the Village People for Halloween. Instead keep in mind this quote from a ‘dracorona’ thoughtfully scribed in the hallowed halls on t3h internetz, “thanks god for VR. it´s the best band in the world. in this moment the music is bore and bad, but velvet is here to save us. they are the best!!!” I think that sums up my case far more eloquently than this poor wordsmith ever could.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Now far be it from me to undermine the staunch edifice of unadulterated hatred for everything that scene legends are required by law to tote at all times, but I consider the young man who penned this comic (and many others) a slice above some. His name is Mitch Clem and you should visit his website mitchclem.com if only to learn how to move to Texas with no money and only the virtue of your cynicism and love of Henry Rollins (I mean did you see Bad Boys II for fuck's sake?) to pull you through.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
If You're Reading This:
But, if you are reading this, and you haven't read The Bad Plus' very excellent blog Do The Math,
well, you're some kind of fool.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Don't Start a Band
I'm in a rock band. I know from experience.
First of all, we're quitting. It's probably for the best, though I'll miss some things about it, mostly collaborating with good friends.
There are surely some things I won't miss about it, like "getting the privilege" to entertain people for free and getting upstaged by bands that can't play their instruments but make up for it by sounding like a more popular band and having super cool hair. ======================================>
For example, most people think that rock bands go on tour, and its all booze, delicious tour rider food, rocking out, and making a boatload of cash.
Most people are, unfortunately, wrong.
Case in point: Do you see that fat wad of cash in the prosperous rock and roller's hand? Good for you. I'll bet you don't know that he never saw a dime (well, one time the band went to Wendy's on "the band's" dime, so to speak). It all went back in the gas tank.
Also, that night, he and his lucky compatriots "rocked out" by getting upstaged by an awful local frat-boy reggae band. Then they "totally f'ing partied" by eating said reggae band's left-over pizza (thanks mom of band members) and sleeping on the concrete floor of the venue. The next morning they got up at 7am and drove for 4 hours through the desert (without air-conditioning) to play another show. They probably get compensated to the tune of $20 each night (if that). 4 or 5 people may have bought something, half of whom probably tried to haggle for a lower price on CDs or shirts. So that's something like $60 dollars in two days. KICK ASS!!!
Point is, most of the time, being on tour is more like this: (image: brainfuel.tv)
Don't get me wrong, I'm not just "in it for the money", its just that the whole rock/pop music scene is a giant snow-job (or load of bullshit, which every suits your fancy) that gets pulled on artists and consumers. The best band in the world is out there and, no, you will never hear them. Really.
Record companies are interested only in the bottom line, they are not evil. It is just the nature of business to be interested money. Despite what MTV would have you believe, hip youngsters are not the taste makers. The real taste makers are shrewd old business men. I mean how hip does this guy look (image: USA Today)
Anyway I'd rather play "old people" music and be treated well than "fight the motherfuckin' power xXpunkXrawkXx!!!" and get treated like a fucking bum.
I'm going to play jazz and other esoteric stuff and snicker with my pretentious friends when people "don't get it". Its really a lot more fun than begging people to let you sleep on their floors every night for a month, and it pays better too.
Anyway, buy shit from independent artists. Don't buy music that sucks, even as a gift for your tasteless friends.
Also, go ahead and post incoherent rants on your blog about music and the music industry. Make sure to let the Internet know why you're an embittered 20-something former rock and roller. Nobody reads this shit anyhow.
With Vitriol,
Worthless Pseudonym
Monday, April 2, 2007
Gordo, you fool
Friday, March 30, 2007
Faux Pas Witnessed at a Ratatat Concert
2. Mosh-Humping - This term might be misleading, because there's no real moshing that goes on at a Ratatat concert, but no matter where you go, you will always see the normally socially-awkward couple trying like hell to make a baby right there in front of everybody. I'm not really a prude, but come on man, you don't want to blow your wad too quick, what are you going to do after the show? Grab some Chalupas and watch Will and Grace? Plan ahead. Although I will say this much: this is the exception that proves the rule of my previous comment. This couple were the only ones who did anything in time with the music, so good for them I guess. At one point I saw him put his hand up the back of her skirt when he thought no one was looking, and fingerbang her to the bass line of the song "Crips." I politely excused myself and grabbed another Coors Light.
3. Sucking - This is perhaps the greatest of all faux pas. 120 Days sucked, a lot. But having never listened to them before I didn't really hold that against them. I held out hope that Ratatat would bring the noise to compliment the already copious amounts of funk in the room. And when they finally took the stage (35 minutes late) they sounded good. "Wow," I thought, "they managed to pull off a great live sound. Why it sounds just like their CD! Wait a minute..." I had witnessed what was essentially the Guitar-Heroization of music, where all the loops, drops, and other goodies that make a Ratatat album sound really cool were being performed by the push of a button and a lot of standing around, while dueling guitars played (poorly) over the top of the preset tracklist. It was a disappointment to be sure, especially considering that other electronic bands (ex: the Album Leaf, and Grizzly Bear) were able to fully recreate the studio sound on stage without simply pushing a button for a prerecorded karaoke track. I'm glad I didn't pay for this show. Scene Legends don't pay for shows.
-Konrad Adenauer