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DON'T STAND SO CLOSE TO ... THE CRITICAL DRUMMER

Posted by Billyjam, June 2, 2007 07:20pm | Post a Comment
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During the much-hyped, highly lucrative and recently launched Police reunion tour, Sting reportedly jumped about onstage like a "petulant pansy" during this past Wednesday's Police concert at the GM Arena in Vancouver, Canada which, again reportedly, was "unbelievably lame" -- all this reported not by some extremely harsh music critic, but by the reunited trio's very own drummer Stewart Copeland, who also ripped apart his own performance as making a "complete hash" and something equally dismissive about guitarist Andy Summers' performance.

The self-critical artist wrote all of this on his personal website in a posting he uploaded Thursday. He continued to write in this highly-critical review of the previous night's show that "the groove is eluding us. We crash through 'MESSAGE' and then go straight into 'SYNCHRONICITY.' But there is just something wrong. We just can’t get on the good foot. We shamble through the song and hit the big ending. Last night Sting did a big leap for the cut-off hit, and he makes the same move tonight, but he gets the footwork just a little bit wrong and doesn’t quite achieve lift-off. The mighty Sting momentarily looks like a petulant pansy instead of the god of rock." The Police's members were notorious for getting into backstage fights back in the their heyday. Copeland continued: "It usually takes about four or five shows in a tour before you get to the disaster gig. But we’re The Police, so we are a little ahead of schedule. It’s only the second show."       

Note that none of the other reviews of the same show that have appeared in the media so far are nearly as critical as Copeland's. The band's third show was scheduled for tonight (Saturday, June 2nd) in Edmonton, Canada. For a review of that show check back in with Copeland's website sometime Sunday June 3rd or soon-after for (hopefully) another review.

(In which Job enjoys theatrics at a new West End.)

Posted by Job O Brother, June 2, 2007 06:11pm | Post a Comment
We were maybe fifteen minutes outside of LA when Carrie first chirped, “Are we almost there yet?”

Logan shot a look that said, “I love you and you’re very dear to me but so help me God I will cut you open.”

The drive to 29 Palms was mostly uneventful. Bathroom breaks inevitably took us to greasy spoon diners, where guilt over utilizing the facilities without purchasing food caused us to orchestrate elaborate, timed infiltration.

“Okay, you and Carrie go in first. We’ll hold back a few minutes then enter.”

At some point it was decided that Logan should be nicknamed “Blimpie”. [In the original writing of the trip's blog, Blimpie was the name used, until Logan found out and used a tone of voice that caused me to subsequently re-edit everything. -Ed]

We had been at the 29 Palms Inn almost five minutes before we agreed it was love at first site. Ours is the most isolated cabin, located at what they call the West End, which I guess makes Carrie and Logan “West End Girls” for the weekend.


 We've got no future, we've got no past; Here today, built to last.
Amidst a constant stream of jokes about the many, grisly ways in which we would all meet our doom in the desert (snakes, sunstroke, redneck slashers) we staked out our bungalow and heartily approved.

Next, we trekked the walk across the desert sands and brush to the pool and restaurant. After a quick dip, we settled into a dinner table.


Feed us.


We were soon being served by a complete and total psychopath.

Mac Attack - I'm Over My Head

Posted by Miss Ess, June 2, 2007 03:18pm | Post a Comment
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All I ever really want to listen to is Fleetwood Mac, and I am NOT talking about the Peter Green years.  I'm talking the full-on 70s, shawl wearing, twirling, super chemistry, exposed chest hair with gold chains, cokehead Buckingham/Nicks era. There is no comparison.

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Sitting here all day, I have had the self titled Fleetwood Mac CD on repeat. I have heard these songs since my birth. I bet my mom listened to this record while she was pregnant with me. These songs are ingrained in me. There is not a bad track on this record, but my favorites on  this and all their records are always the Stevie Nicstevie nicks lindsey buckinghamks tunes. Some of the earliest memories of my life are these songs, trying to sing along, trying to understand the words, thinking how weird it is that "children grow older" as sung in "Landslide" and how I was gonna grow up soon (this was when I was about 5 maybe?). Yikes!

"Crystal" is one of the best songs Miss Stevie ever wrote, in my opinion. First of all, the name of the song, "Crystal," is just so damn classic for a song by Stevie. You know it's her right away. Then there are the beautiful lyrics about a multidimensional, all encompassing and almost scarily polarizing love. I love how the song starts so quietly and goes on forever, fading and fading.

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(In which Job orders some desert.)

Posted by Job O Brother, June 2, 2007 11:41am | Post a Comment

I've made a horrible mistake.

...Okay, maybe I'm being too dramatic in describing it that way. It wasn't a horrible mistake, just a mistake. I apologize for being so over-the-top in my choice of words; it's horrible of me.

I promised y'all a conclusion to my boyfriend-in-the-hospital saga and had even completed writing most of it, but left it on my computer at home, which I no longer have access to. Therefore, you will still see Part 3, just not this weekend.

But why not this weekend? Because I'll being regaling you with a new series of reports from the desert!


A picture of the desert and one of those flat, black things that cars like to drive on.

Yes, I carload of attitude is making its way today to the glamorous town of 29 Palms, California, where we'll be staying at some isolated cabin, drinking tequila and mojitos, taking new photos for our MySpace profiles, hiding fake snakes and terrifying each other, and basically being ridiculous.

In the desert, no one can hear you make an ass of yourself.

Accompanying me is my post-op* boyfriend, Corey, my dearly beloved friend, Carrie, and another sweetheart-o'-my-heart, Logan, who has the distinction of being one of the floor managers at Amoeba Music Hollywood. We'll see what dirt I can get on her before we return to work. Career advancement through blackmail, anyone?


The author, his boyfriend and Carrie with Logan, circa 1986

This is all promoted under the assumption that I'll find Internet access out there, of course. If not, I'll write but post later in the week.

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MASHUP PARTIES PROVIDE MUSIC FOR THE A.D.D. GENERATION

Posted by Billyjam, June 2, 2007 09:14am | Post a Comment
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Bootie SF, the popular, long-running San Francisco all-mashup dance party finds continued success both at home and on the road in cities including New York, Paris, and LA, where the party (appropriately retitled "Bootie LA") returns tonight (Sat, June 2nd) to Safari Sam's at 5214 W. Sunset. Working the wheels of steel tonight in Hollywood will be resident DJs Adrian & the Mysterious D, and Paul V (Indie 103.1) plus a special guest, the mashup pioneers The Evolution Control Committee. "Bootie," which takes its name from "bootleg," started out half a decade ago in San Francisco -- a time when the mash-up craze was in full tilt with mostly UK produced bootlegs or mashups, such as the wildly popular 2Many DJs' Nirvana vs Destiny's Child hybrid "Smells Like Booty" being passed around in MP3 form on the internet. Since then the genre has continued to grow, albeit below the radar due to many factors, including its illegal status.
 
Recently I caught up with Adrian & the Mysterious D -- the two ever-busy founding members of the mobile club, who two weeks ago were in the Big Apple with "Bootie NYC" at downtown club Element. Last weekend they were back home with a big Memorial Day party in San Francisco. Next weekend (June 9th) they'll throw another Bootie SF with the two founders spinning alongside Live 105 DJ Party Ben and guests DJ Matt Hite and Canada's Lock3down plus a performance from their "mash up band" Smash Up Derby featuring Miss Trixxie Carr. At a Bootie SF party about a month ago they had some pioneering guest DJs who world-premiered their groundbreaking WiiJing techniques (they hacked a Nintendo Wii and turned it into a unique new DJ controller). I asked Adrian and the Mysterious D about their club and the history of mashups, their Top FIve Mashups, and the genre's place as they see it in pop music culture.

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