Oh, how I love you. Unlike so many other objects of my affection, you always come through. And not just because you come when you say you will, or because you’re always dressed for the occasion, or even because you always act as though there’s nowhere in the world you’d rather be except right here, right now, with me.
No, not only do you always deliver on your promise of high-energy music and a great live show. Read more »
Attention, Class of 2007: No matter your age, please read all the way to the end of this conversation with Vincent Gallo to discover what he hopes you will contribute to our future.
All curious others, get ready for an illustrated chat that moves through some of Gallo's fave screen idols and non-auteur films to explore his ideas about making music and movies, and also includes my story about a lifesize wax candle of Richard Nixon's head.
Cameos by Hilary Duff and Michael Jackson.
Yep, this was the year I finally stopped pooh-poohing, scoffing, scorning, and smugly hrumphing in the delightful cool of the Bay Area and caught the traffic jam heading from LA to Indio for Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival, expanded to three days for the first time. Of course, lucky me, I also got to make the traffic snarl from the freeway exit to the parking lot entrance, and then the teeming mass from the entrance to the ticket taker...you get the picture. Read more »
You really gotta feel for LCD Soundsystem -- fresh off the "dance-punk" darlings' conquest of Coachella, bopping untold thousands of the dehydrous ecstatic, there they were the next day, at Mezzanine, playing big to a relatively teensy roomful of adoring fans. Adoring fans, in SF's case, meant a whole lotta surprisingly hoochie mamas grinding against their frattish dates' pelvises (hot, but weird!) and the cream of our post-electroclash scene. Read more »
Sure, British threesome the Cribs are pure indie rock. The boys’ striped shirts and messy haircuts won’t let anyone forget. But the danceable melodies, interesting arrangements, and sing-a-long hooks appear to be catapulting them into pop scene stardom (not to mention backing from Franz Ferdinand and a spot on the Coachella Music Festival roster). Read more »
Holy F**k at The Independent the next two nights, 27th & 28th, previewing material off of their sophomore full-length, due in September. As well, thanks for the !!! preview. Should you care to attend their performance at the Fillmore Monday night. Love to have you out.
In addition, sent you a copy of Land of Talk's debut ep, Applause Cheer Boo Hiss, prior to its March 19th release here in the U.S. Already critically acclaimed in their home nation of Canada, the Montreal trio have been building momentum here in the U.S. Read more »
I know you hate to bellyache but apparently the moment is here for nostalgic baby ravers. Happy Mondays dancing fellah Bez was stopped at the border and won't be fronting the band at the group's first US performance in 15 years at Coachella Sunday, April 29. Read more »
Someone had a real good time the other night. Stooges fans Mark Breshears and David Bernstein write in with their experiences at the Warfield on Saturday, April 21. Love the black and silver balloon drop in honor of Iggy Pop's 60th b-day that night (most memorable salutation from the crowd - "Happy birthday, you fuck!").
Our man in the scene is...somewhere up there. Read more »