SONIC REDUCER Roll over and let MF Doom give you the news: even during the soporific, sunlit waning days of summer, you needn't wander far before tumbling headlong into a deep ditch of gloom. Read more »
SONIC REDUCER Drifting into a coma at last week's lethargic Oakland A's<\d>Los Angeles Angels game, I suddenly woke with a snort, dropped my bag of peanuts, and realized what was missing. No, not some bargain-price rookie flamethrower, though that wouldn't hurt. It was too quiet. I needed some screeching Queen songs to drown out the deranged A's fans screaming behind me.
But it wasn't just me the A's and their fans were suffering from a dearth of head-bobbing, fist-punching at-bat music, in addition to a real game. Read more »
ZEITGEIST This year just may go down as the one when nerds finally ruled the school, scattering HP calculators, parentally purchased button-downs, and World of Warcraft guild master credentials as they tripped on their own shoelaces on their way into WonderCon or the Lick Observatory. The infestation of all screens big and small hasn't been quite so intense since the Ronald Reaganera '80s, when nerds were regularly toasted on TV's Happy Days, then found fame in the cineplex's Revenge of the Nerds (1984). Read more »
Nope, we weren't talking about Kelly Clarkson's pandering public apology to Clive Davis there's an American idol to kowtow to. Or the minisnippet of the new Britney Spears single, "Get Back," all over YouTube, its title alluding oddly to a song by Paul "Latte Rock" McCartney's old beat combo. Read more »
SONIC REDUCER Been around da block as Jenny and I have? Then you're all way too familiar with that cad Hoochie Coochie Man, that bogus Boogie (Chillen) Man, and natch, Nick that Loverman. But hey, who's this new game, Grinderman? This grind has little to do with a full-bodied Arabica, the daily whatever, or the choppers that go "Clink!" in the night. It's all about that which is toppermost of the poppermost on young men's minds, always skirting young men's fancies. Namely, sex, sex, and more sex. Read more »
SONIC REDUCER "It was a period where you thought anything could happen," Thurston Moore once told me, talkin' 'bout the early '90s alternative rock scene spawned by Sonic Youth's widely regarded masterpiece, Daydream Nation (DGC, 1988).
One might say the MTV-coined catchphrase "Alternative Nation" went as far as to take its cues from SY's double disc, which was self-aware enough to dub a track "The Sprawl" and heady enough to venture into the big-statement two-LP turf also being hoed by onceSST kindred Minute Read more »
SONIC REDUCER Can the Big Apple rightfully claim the cheese without "New York State of Mind" or even "New York City Cops"? How can we motor through Mobile without an anthemic blast of "Sweet Home Alabama"? Even boosters would have a tough time mustering a jones for El Lay if not for "I Love LA." Hometown pride is a construct, built on ballpark anthems, puny hot dogs, and bizarre caps with too many buttons. But even as we cringed at the Live Earth lineup, the idea of Antarctica musical antics intrigued. Read more »
SONIC REDUCER Knowing felines the way I don't, I'd venture that most pussies squander a life or three every time they step out the door and off life's balcony railing in search of their next fleshy plaything. Read more »
"I used to joke sometimes that I'm Judee's last boyfriend," concedes Patrick Roques, producer of Dreams Come True, Water's two-disc 2005 compendium of Judee Sill's unreleased 1974 third album and demos. "I don't mean to sound egotistic or anything, but I loved this woman like I'd love a girlfriend or wife."