C'mon into the San Francisco Bay Guardian's new music blog. Yeah, we're doing this now, and all the middle-aged journalists around the office are getting real jumpy. It may be the end of their careers as they know it. Yee-pee!
Anyway, expect very strange and perhaps wonderful things from this blog: pop, rock, rap, Turkish protest psych, gossip, mud-slinging, trash-talking, odes to Ali Farka Toure, block-rocking beats, oblique references to Santa Cruz noise-dealers like Zdrastvootie (last seen opening for Breezy Days Band at Hemlock Tavern and out with relatively new CD on Holy Mountain, cryptically titled 2), and even possibly news. Lots of sleepless nights. 'Tis the season because SXSW is right around the corner, and guess who's going to be there?
Yours truly, the blogging fools at the Guardian.
Get a room -- or a hospital bed: Reluctant to miss a minute at the Gossip show at last fall's CMJ Music Marathon.
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go on, Miz Chun, with your hypermusicality. What are all them pet r-o-c-k people doing in Austin? It smells SXSW sweaty up in here ... & what's up with blondie gone acoustic on GMA this morning, taking even more sidelong elbo jabs at former bandmates infante & co after putting them down at the monday hall o' fama snoozefest. tired bleach drama...
Posted by marke b. | March 15, 2006 01:25 PM