I’ve never been to Bonnaroo, and I was hoping to keep it that way in 2012. Nothing against AC Entertainment (the promoters of the fest) or the thousands of stinky hippies that populate Manchester, Tenn. a few days each year; massive outdoor festivals just aren’t conducive to a great live music experience most of the time.
Sadly though, it looks like my streak will end here, thanks to three words: The Beach Boys (even though it’s with John Stamos). You can also throw in these two words: Bad Brains. Sure, there are some good undercard acts as well, but I’ve either seen them or could see them without the gentle waft of patchouli.
My Morning Jacket’s latest effort, Circuital, is definitely a return to form musically. That said, I didn’t dislike Evil Urges as much as some folks. The fact that the MMJ dudes never take themselves too seriously is my favorite thing about them, even — and especially — if it results in head-scratching lines like “peanut butter pudding surprise.”
I don’t know if Circuital is the album that people expected in place of Urges (I remember when folks said one more amazing album would put them on par with Radiohead and Wilco, before “Evil Urges” weirded them out), but it’s good.
All that said, another Tennessee Fire would’ve been fine with me.
:: I’m not sure what’s weirder, that Vin Diesel was a rapper or that someone thought it would be a good idea to pair him with Arthur Russell.
:: Speaking of strange collaborations, Big Boiwill be producing the new Modest Mouse album.
:: And speaking of strange in general, Of Montreal’s art director (yeah, they have an art director) David Barnes revealed his next book project: the story of a pregnant male football player and the inner workings of his fetus’ mind.
:: Music sales are up, just not in the way many record labels would prefer.
:: I’ve got some good news and some bad news. Radiohead is playing The King of Limbs in its entirety on the BBC, but it’s the only performance scheduled for the foreseeable future. I’ll let you decide which part is good and which is bad…
:: Manchester Orchestra is hoping to release an album of b-sides later this year.
:: I’m not sure how Drowned in Sound — or anyone not on serious drugs — could think Radiohead’s video for Lotus Floweris the cream of the crop so far this year.
:: Aw shucks, Radioheadisn’t hiding King of Limbs, Part II in some super secret Get Smart vault after all. Not even in the cone of silence. Not even in an old shoe box with two weak rubber bands wound around it.
:: Bear Colonyjust finished up recording album number two. Matt Putman even had a mustache for the occasion.
:: Coachella is in the books (complete with a handful of onstage tantrums), which means festival season is under way.
:: Festivalpalooza, even. The Village Voice is replacing its 10-year-old Siren Fest with the inaugural 4Knots Music Festival.
:: If you want to torture your eardrums, tune into WFPK at 8:50 a.m., 2:50 p.m. and 5:50 p.m. (all EST) today for my first installment of The Buzz. Wittily named, right?
This week’s slate of releases is nice and plump. That new J Mascis solo album is finally hitting shelves, and so is the latest Mountain Goats platter. Both of those are must-haves. Also worth cranking are Amon Amarth, Royal Bangs, Obits and The Pains of Being Pure at Heart.
Haven’t checked them out yet, but I’m also intrigued by Cavalera Conspiracy, Goes Cube and Pharoahe Monch.
Oh, and Radiohead released that new record physically today. I don’t care of course, so go ahead and let me have it.
:: Says Steve Wynn about the new Baseball Project album: “If you are as big a baseball fan as we are or even a bigger fan, we cover all the bases.” Baseball, bases…baseball, bases…a genius wordsmith with a rapier wit you are, Mr. Wynn sir!
This is the first Old and Jaded, but let’s not make a big thing about. So there will be no paragraphs-long explanation about what this will consist of week in and week out. It’s freeform. Or as freeform as a weekly column on a snarky, indie music website can be.
You know, when described as such, Buzzgrinder could easily be mistaken for Pitchfork. I guess the amount of elitism (read: none) is what separates the two and makes the ol’ BG a website I’ve been visiting for damn near seven years and Pitchfork a website I can’t tolerate for more than seven minutes.
Unless it’s their Kanye West review. Sorry Sean, but the new Yeezy is insanely good.
I know this guy. He is a hipster. I called him a hipster. Hipsters do not like that. So, in response, I get a link to this fucking five-page hipster dissertation from the New York Times. Mental note: Never call anyone a hipster again.
But it got me to thinking. I used to be on the inside track of music. Right around the turn of the century, 2001 or 2002. The usual stuff around that timeframe: listening to Death Cab for Cutie before The OC broke them, absorbing anything on Vagrant records like kids a decade before absorbed Sub Pop and a decade before that absorbed SST and Dischord.
:: The Walkman is officially dead. He’s probably up in heaven right now partying with eight-track and laserdisc. But not Betamax. I know that bastard is in hell.
:: Have you been keeping up with Washington City Paper’s series of articles celebrating the 10th anniversary of Q and Not U’s seminal album, No Kill No Beep Beep?
:: You always wanted those Madonna man arms, but you didn’t know how to go about making it happen, right? Well now you can learn straight from Madge herself. Or at least from disinterested personal trainers who work in her new line of designer fitness centers.
:: Tunecore is a godsend for many aspiring musicians without a foot in the industry door. That’s hardly a revelation for indie bands. But when the L.A. Times says Tunecore is a game changer, you know the game has already changed in a big way.
:: If you’re into NCAA football, you’re no doubt familiar with programs that have a rputation for churning out great players at a certain position like Linbacker U (Penn State Tailback U (USC). Now Spinner has sifted through transcripts to give us Indie Rock U: Thames Valley University.
:: Radiohead‘s Thom Yorke just dashed the dreams of a few dozen aspiring David Geffens, Jimmy Iovines and Tommy Mattolas while speaking to high school students recently. He said that it was only “months rather than years before the music business establishment completely folds.”
:: Speaking of David Geffen, it looks like he might buy the L.A. Clippers and try to land LeBron James. Wait, he wants that puppet guy to play for his team? Why not just get Jeff Dunham? I imagine he’s got time on his hands these days.
:: Dr. Dog recently sat down with ShockHound to discuss evolution. Not the kind Kansans hate, though. The kind that fans of good music hate. ZING! Nah, those kids are alright in my book.
:: Jenny Owen Youngs seems to be continuing her genre-defying associations; she’s writing something with Justin Pierre of Motion City Soundtrack. Probably just a telenovela, though.
:: Go win yourself a skate deck. Then promise yourself to start skating. Then sell it on eBay two and a half years later. You know, that old chestnut.