Husband&Wife, long-time BG babyfaces, recently stopped by Daytrotter to record a great session. In addition, the band is planning to hit the road come March in support of Dark Dark Woods, which will be out Feb. 24 on Crossroads of America Records. From what I’ve heard of the album so far, which includes the track below, it’s going to be top-notch. I can’t wait to hear the rest of it.
In a band? Not famous enough to play Warped Tour? Want to play Warped Tour on a stage that no one will be at except parents and other people who were forced to come? Just kidding, I’m jaded and hate my life and take it out on good-natured things like this.
Earn It Yourself (EIY) is offering the “hardest-working independent band from each region that are successfully building their own careers from the ground up” a spot on the Kevin Says Stage in their hometown. For more information, visit the EIY Warped Tour page.
Hopefully all your dreams will come true. And hopefully your dreams involve living penniless in a one room apartment, having no health insurance and retiring from your job at the local record store that has Ethel Merman comedy albums on vinyl.
[link, AbsolutePunk]
Before I begin, if the commercials are your only form of solace for Super Bowl pleasure because your boyfriend stuffs his chip-eating face and talks about Ben Urlacher, and you want to be surprised at every 30 second spot — do not watch this video. If you only care to see the good commercials and can do with seeing the bad ones early, then go ahead — this one is okay to see.
Will.i.am, of Black Eyed Peas fame, and Bob Dylan, of being totally awesome fame, share their celebrity for a Pepsi advertisement this year. Dylan’s footage comes courtesy of archival film, and is interlaced with shots of Will.i.am performing and various clips of other random whatevers. Seems to be alluding that people aren’t all that different — you and I — from when it was the 60s, and nothing’s really changed all the much. Corporate greed used to dictate everything they watched on television, too?
[link, Stereogum]
This British man still listens to metal after 82 years on the earth. I would say that this is what Jay and Matthew are going to be like when they get older but Matthew is going to be listening to the Gaither Brothers and Jay will probably love Styx.
[link, Fark]
UPDATE: Langerado has been canceled. So we will no longer be running this contest. Sorry to all those who entered. Hopefully you don’t hate music forever because of this. It is OK to hate Buzzgrinder, though.
We’ve got a great contest opportunity for you. The fine folks at Langerado Music Festival have hooked us up with two tickets to the fest this year, which is taking place March 6-8. It’s being held in the beautiful city of Miami at Bicentennial Park. The lineup is looking amazing and is being added to daily, too.
Artists already include Death Cab For Cutie, Bad Brains, Snoop Dogg, Ryan Adams and the Cardinals, Tokyo Police Club, Mute Math, Broken Social Scene, Cold War Kids, Girl Talk and many more. And that means there will be a lot of stages with lots of great music for three straight days.
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We were like the second blog to interview IWrestledABearOnce, before they put all the words together in their name. The Gauntlet also recently conducted a good interview with vocalist Krysta Cameron, and she goes straight from talking about getting held up at gunpoint to farting.
[Steven] and I were walking down the Oceanfront walk with our dog. I have gone running down there in the past and Ross has never had a problem. But we were walking with our dog and some 15 year old kids pulled a pistol and on us and said “bang bang, you all slide?” I was like what does ‘slide’ even mean? Steven and I just starred at them. Steven and I are Scottish and Irish and we both just heard the bagpipes in the back of our heads and were like don’t fuck with us. I am not dying from some 15 year old kid who doesn’t know where his head is. The one guy said to his friend “do you want to take this fool out?” and the other replied “no, I feel bad taking him out in front of his girlfriend.” That was the first time I have had a gun pulled on me. It was insane.
The exact next question was whether she rolled down the windows on long drives.
Oh yeah! Our drummer, I don’t know what his problem is. He is just this insane gas ball. I fart too and don’t have a problem admitting that, be he is just stinky. I don’t know how he does that to a salad. He just stopped smoking cigarettes and is eating a lot of carrots and it is just coming out as carrot farts.
“So hey, you almost had an untimely imminent death. But more importantly, what do farts smell like?”
I was all amped up to do some real journalistic reporting when I saw the blogosphere abuzz about Fleet Foxes frontman Robin Pecknold saying in a MySpace blog that his band “will never, ever, under no circumstances, from now until the world chokes on gas fumes, sign to a major label. This includes all SUBSIDIARIES OR PERMUTATIONS THEREUNDER. Till we die.” I added that teensy bit of emphasis. It seemed that the blogs were too busy eating the Foxes’ special brownies to realize that 49% of Sub Pop (the band’s label) is owned by a major label. I guess Pecknold was too busy eating the special brownies to notice it, too. Oops.
And then I saw that Maura at Idolator beat me to the punch. And then I saw some blogs add updates and notes specifying that Sub Pop — since it’s only 49% major — is still technically an indie, so they were safe. No stupidity displayed after all. And then I saw that the ill-informed blog post doesn’t exist anymore. So I guess someone didn’t agree with the justifications given by the Pecknold apologists. Oops again.
Plus, I would imagine that a permutation of a major label would be a smaller label that a major has a substantial stake in. Oops one more time.
Travis Clark, the frontman for a band called We The Kings, has started a blog aptly entitled Who Is Travis Clark? — I don’t know either. But he’s getting more comments a day than Buzzgrinder gets in a harvest moon, so he has to be somebody. His latest entry is about the first fish he caught:
The fish, which was a fresh water Tilapia, had swallowed the hook all the way into it’s belly. I asked my friend Danny to go get his older brother so that he could help us save the fish. His brother who was a teenager at the time came to the scene with a pair of wire cutters. He took the line and cut it..everything seemed normal up to this point. When I asked him if I could release it back into the water like I had seen on the History Channel, he told me “No, I got it.” Wondering what he meant, I followed him about 20 feet away from the pond, before I could say anything, he turned around with a devilish grin and took the fish and punted it like David Beckham back into the center of the pond. The only thing I remember is screaming “NOOOOOOO!!!!” as the fish hit the water and floated upside down in the center of the pond. He laughed and ran inside as me and my friend Danny sat there in tears….
Now I’m not 100%, but I’m pretty sure this is the reason I’m an animal lover.
Daily Advice:
If you ever see a kid catch his first fish….please….please…..do NOT punt it like a football back into the water…. you will traumatize them for the rest of their lives.
I hope he writes an article about how he looks like Carrot Top or that kid that snowboards and drinks Mountain Dew.
After a week of drama where Coachella organizers Goldenvoice got crapped on for not announcing their lineup when they said they would (seriously, does a couple days really affect things that much?), the lineup is finally posted on the festival site.
Paul McCartney will headline Friday night, The Killers will take Saturday and The Cure will close things out Sunday night. In other words, if I go I’ll only watch one headliner without feeling some sense of cynicism or ironic participation about it. Guess who?
And, of course, Saturday seems to be the most packed-in day, quality-wise. TV on the Radio, Mastodon, Band of Horses, Fleet Foxes and Atmosphere, just to name a few. I envision hundreds of sweaty hipsters running around frantically all afternoon trying to earn scene points by keeping a list of all the bands they saw. Because I’ve definitely never done that myself.
:: Super Bowl hype + scene kids = oh snap! A Day To Remember has released a video for Terrible Towel Fight Song. Go football! And go Cards! Chris Bach called it at the beginning of the year. He’s a better man than I.
:: Looks like Julian and Sean Lennon, John Lennon’s sons, are like Noel and Liam Gallagher — except without the talent.
:: The picture in this post about a Rough Trade signing speaks to my heart. Ted Leo has echoed similar sentiments every time I’ve seen him. He’s dreamy. I’d follow him into the dark.
:: Looks like Paula Abdul disrespected Louisville — and the commonwealth of Kentucky — during American Idol’s stop in the city. It’s alright, though. Even though she’s a doof, we’re an easy-going people. Mark Mudd, if you’re reading this, you have my vote. Be careful.
:: Get br00tal: Opeth and Enslaved are heading on tour together.
