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Friday, December 1, 2006

Jingle Bell Bullshit

posted by on December 1 at 5:58 PM

If just seeing the cover of the Billy Idol Christmas album wasn’t disturbing enough, watching this might just piss you off.

Billy, fire your manager. Or yourself. Jesus.

Thanks (sorta) to Kwab at the Sunset.

Also Tonight in Music

posted by on December 1 at 3:32 PM

Detroit’s John Arnold will be DJing at the VIP Room (downstairs from the Bad Juju). His productions lean toward broken beat (included in the crates of such legends as Carl Craig and Jeff Mills) and his live appearances (featuring use of a guitar as a MIDI controller) have been great breaths of fresh air, but his DJ sets tend to sprawl all over the music map. House, techno, soul, and yes, broken beat are all up for grabs, and should work well in the VIP Room’s dark, intimate space.

Here’s a mix he did in 2003.

In a Commercial for Gap, Your Name is Mentioned

posted by on December 1 at 1:55 PM


In the grand scheme of things, I like Common. I enjoy Like Water for Chocolate and “I Used to Love H.E.R.” and plenty of stuff off Be, and if he’s got some humorless dissing of gays in his lyrical past, he seems to be learning and growing. (I imagine he took his pal Kanye’s call to cut the homophobia in hiphop to heart.)

Nevertheless, Common’s new Gap commercial sucks shit. Entitled “Holiday in the Hood,” the Common-penned-and-performed ditty is meant to hype the Gap’s hooded sweatshirts, but primarily succeeds in making Common look like a total tool.

The rap sucks, Common’s delivery of the sucky rap sucks, and did I mention how much the rap sucks? SO MUCH. It’s a rap your cousin would do. The only thing that emerges from the commercial with a shred of dignity is the Gap’s hooded sweatshirt, which looks kinda stylish and comfy. Common’s pretty easy on the eye, too, if you ignore the garbage spewing from his rap-hole.

Still, shame on all involved.

Free Tickets to the English Beat

posted by on December 1 at 1:45 PM

Line Out reader and all-around awesome girl, Alithea, has a few extra pairs of English Beat tickets that she wants to share with fellow Line Out readers.

She says “the first five people to email with their full name will get a pair of tickets.” Sweet deal!

The show is this Sunday, Dec 3, and it’s a 21+ event. Georgetown Orbits open. To buy a pair of tickets would cost you over $30 after service charges. Just sayin’.

Tonight in Music

posted by on December 1 at 1:15 PM

Krist Novoselic is playing bass for Flipper tonight at El Corazon. Hannah interviews the band in this week’s Rocka Rolla.

Also tonight:

(Little Red Hen) Listening to local outfit the Swains is one of those experiences that makes me wish I had a side gig as a film-soundtrack coordinator. There’s something about the vividness of their polished, traditional country and honky-tonk that sounds like the perfect theme song for a misunderstood protagonist in a popcorn matinee. Their unimpeachably gorgeous playing achieves that often-elusive balance of technical meticulousness and genuine emotion that allows frontman Danny Baker to deliver lyrics in which he proclaims himself “the king of fools,” yet escapes sounding like a clichéd romantic. Though it’s hard for me to shake my silver-screen imagery, I can also think of few better venues to experience them in than the Little Red Hen, where they’ll be for a two-night stint this weekend. HANNAH LEVIN


(Triple Door) With only a few weeks left in this year, I can safely say Amy Millan’s Honey from the Tomb (Arts & Crafts) will be landing high on my top-10 list. A side project Millan has squeezed in over the last three years while working with both Stars and Broken Social Scene, her solo debut is pure, classic country bliss filtered through producer Ian Blurton’s dazzlingly toasty, fuzzed-up production that only gets better with each listen. Songs like “Come Home Loaded Roadie” and “He Brings Out the Whiskey in Me” unveil her raw, uncompromising skill as a songwriter and invoke an Exile-era Liz Phair standing in Neko Case’s shiny red boots. MA’CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR

Plus! A new episode of Setlist is up—hear tunes by the Going Rate, Awesome, White Gold, Sera Cahoone, the Snakebites, and more!

Robert Christgau’s Consumer Guide Lands at MSN!

posted by on December 1 at 12:58 PM

I am officially indebted to Sean Nelson, who has used his position as editor of Microsoft’s music site to rescue my favorite offering from one of my favorite living writers. Robert Christgau’s Consumer Guide—the legendary, letter-graded album-review column that many of us have been reading for as long as we can remember, the fate of which has been up in the air since the idiotic dismissal of Christgau from the Village Voice—will continue at Microsoft’s music site, with the debut installment scheduled to go live one week from today.

Thank you Sean! Thank you Christgau! Thank you Jesus!

Band Name of the Day!

posted by on December 1 at 12:52 PM


Fantastic. Who knows if they are any good, but you can check them out at the Funhouse on December 10th. Here’s the info:

Sun 12/10
Shredosaurus Rex
The Mortals
The Dead X’s
9:30pm, $5

May the ingenuity never end.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Disco Yodelling

posted by on November 30 at 1:25 PM

First, some background: I first met Dan Savage in the early-mid-’90s, when he was a drag queen sex columnist and I was a bookstore employee performance artist. He started directing my shows, I started writing for his paper, and we started hanging out.

Back then, Capitol Hill’s Broadway was littered in the spring and summer with what can only be called gay jeeps, brightly colored sports vehicles driven by brutally tanned and shirtless men, whose presence and motives beguiled both Savage and me. Key to the gay jeep experience was music—huge, thumping, techno-sex beats (“Everybody’s FREEEEEEEEEE!!!!”) blasting forth from each gay jeep, while the tanned-and-shirtless drivers did their best to act oblivious to the thumping racket, seemingly pretending the music was coming from somewhere else, like a personal soundtrack provided by God to underscore their great gay existence.

The sight of these stone-faced disco jeepers totally cracked my shit up, and before long, Savage and I began indulging in some gay jeeping of our own: Cruising down Broadway in my boyfriend-at-the-time’s Pontiac van (ooh la la!), we’d roll down the windows, crank up the music, and do our best to maintain sexy stoic faces—which wasn’t easy, because I refused to blast any other song besides The Sound of Music’s “The Lonely Goatherd.”

Have you ever tried to look cool and sexy, or even just keep a straight face, while riding in a car blasting “The Lonely Goatherd”? It’s next to impossible, but we spent most of the summer trying, cruising down Broadway—and on special occassions, through Volunteer Park’s notorious “Boner Row”—to the thrilling racket of Austrian children yodelling before an orchestra. It was never not hilarious.

Now it’s eleven years later, and I don’t visit Broadway enough to know if the gay jeep culture still exists, but if it does, there’s a good chance one of the gay jeepers will soon be blasting my most cherished cruising anthem in an entirely non-ironic context, thanks to the new single by Gwen Stefani, entitled “Wind it Up”.

(Thanks to Jake for alerting me to this bizarre twist of history and pop culture, and good luck to all of you in getting that damn yodel out of your head.)

Nice Day For A…White Christmas!?

posted by on November 30 at 12:11 AM

Billy Idol sings Christmas classics. Really!? Yes, really. (Still catching up on my SLOG reading, but I don’t think I saw this over there.)

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

…In The Face

posted by on November 29 at 3:23 PM

i checked in a room today
up above the downtown market bricks
right now a boy gets old
a boy gets bitter
a boy learns not to trust
someone inside his room
the door locks tight
you keep the door locked

months went by and doors got kicked in
two outlaws collecting what they loaned
in a room beside my walls
a girl gets choked
she can’t pay back the loan
48 more hours to go
“48 more hours” that’s all they say
in two more nights
i hear a sound
a shrill from one thin wall away

every place is the same
every day is the same
every place is the same
there’s a conflicting sound
hear the arguments loud
everyday, the sounds of the
violent violent violent

i moved uptown a bit
not much changed
conflict is never gone
but just as a calm sets in
a police line barricades
a place next door i asked
around the lot a store
clerk told me two young
kids were shot mother
was near the tracks dragged
to where a train would go past

every place is the same
every day is the same
every place is the same
there’s a conflicting sound
hear the arguments loud
everyday, the sounds of the
violent violent violent

Who’s going to the Faint at the Showbox this Saturday?

Get In Free To the Little Ones Tomorrow Night At Neumos

posted by on November 29 at 1:57 PM

Microsoft sure seems to want to give shit away for free to advertise the Zune…You may as well take advantage of their generosity.
The Little Ones

The Little Ones are playing tomorrow night at Neumos, and if you show up at the Bad Juju at 8(the bar attached to the back of Neumos on 10th) and speak the password “Welcome to the Social” to the appropriate doorguy/girl you will recieve free entry. Of course, this is only valid for the first 50 people through the door, so get there right on time.

EDIT! I have now been informed that instead of $1 High Lifes, there will be a full open bar between 8 and 9. I wonder how many Zunes will get dropped on the floor.

Thanks for your corporate generosity, Zune, and may it never hinge on us providing you our personal information.

The Fun You Missed Last [Night]

posted by on November 29 at 1:53 PM

The Ironclads and Flood the Void just played a benefit concert for the St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital at the Husky Union Building (HUB) yesterday evening. I wish I’d gone to this last night instead (and thought to slog about it yesterday afternoon). Sorry guys. Did anyone else make it out to the show?

Photos after the jump.

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Record Swap Alert

posted by on November 29 at 4:33 AM

This information isn’t useful to me here in Buenos Aires, except perhaps to make small talk about free jazz with the Bush twins tonight in San Telmo, but it will probably be useful to you. There’s a record swap this weekend that is reported to be a cut above, focusing on psychedelia, free jazz, experimental, avant-garde, “world music” and other wacky collector-y genres. Record swaps can be hit or miss, so check it out if you’re into this kind of thing. If you find something cool, let me know in comments.

RECORD, CD/DVD POSTER SWAP Sun Dec.3rd, 2006 10:00 AM TO 4:30 PM S.S. Marie Antoinette, 1235 Westlake Ave N

(Hat tip to Davey.)

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

The Good, the Bad and the Queen

posted by on November 28 at 2:07 PM

good bad queen.jpg

I’m clearly behind on my Brit-pop news: I figured Blur was potentially running out of steam, but I had no idea that the terminally handsome Damon Albarn had a new band, let alone a single in the works.

Here’s a recent live performance:

The Fun You Missed Last Weekend

posted by on November 28 at 12:16 PM

I’ve finally uploaded the photos and gotten the keys to LineOut to expand on this week’s Party Crasher, a marching hootenanny that sprawled across Capitol Hill. The group behind the event, Orkestar Zirkonium, is a klezmer-influenced Balkan Marching Band that is partially composed of members of the Infernal Noise Brigade.
Photos and stories after the jump, under the fold, and hither the yon…

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Tonight in Music

posted by on November 28 at 12:05 PM

Les Georges Leningrad play Chop Suey.

VietNam play the Crocodile.

Young Galaxy play Neumos.

Cat Power plays the Showbox (click here for Hannah Levin’s online interview with Chan Marshall).

And lastly:

(Sunset) Please excuse the analogy, but in football terminology, you would refer to the dudes in Pearls and Brass as “corn-fed boys.” While they may not have that linebacker physique, the phrase in this instance refers more to the concept of growing up in a podunk town, only to one day shock the world with an innate talent that is both genuine and daedal. The Nazareth, Pennsylvania—based band’s latest album, The Indian Tower, is good-ol’-boy rock revamped for a stonier generation; I consider it the embodiment of that über hot, Gummo glue-huffing chic that every fashion magazine in the world seems to be touting these days. Full of crunchy, Queens of the Stone Age—style riffage, but with a much sharper freedom rock gleam à la Steppenwolf, and a pseudoephedrinized pace highly reminiscent of the Fucking Champs, Pearl and Brass’s rock moxie totally belies their sissy name. STEVEN SAWADA

Momma Mia

posted by on November 28 at 11:59 AM


Personally, I find this utterly unnecessary, but I know that there are plenty of fans who think it’s long overdue.

Monday, November 27, 2006

“Land of a Thousand Words”

posted by on November 27 at 5:33 PM

The new Scissor Sisters video…

That Didn’t Take Long

posted by on November 27 at 3:09 PM

The Eagles of Death Metal lasted for exactly only one show on the Guns ‘n’ Roses tour. In keeping with his character, good-humored-yet-ballsy frontman Jesse Hughes had this to say:

“At first the audience refused to welcome us to the jungle, but by the time we took our final bow, it had become paradise city. Although Axl tried to November rain on our parade, no sweet child o’ mine can derail the EODM night train. We say live and let die.”

Oh how I love the Eagles of Death Metal. Why, you ask? Well, lookee here:

Or here:

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Greetings! from Kentucky

posted by on November 26 at 11:09 PM

ugh. I’m sitting here in an empty living room on my laptop in Kentucky, reading through Stranger archives from 2002 and watching King of Kings on the Jesus channel for the last two hours. The movie just ended, and hic et nunc it’s Christian rock music videos; three of the band members are mustached jerry-curl mulletron attack robots and the bassist is a long-haired stoner wearing Jesus shackles. And the song just climaxed with the ol’ whole-step jump finish and strings. Is this some kind of masochistic impulse of mine to be watching this? I’m giving thanks that I’ve never had to live out here.


I’m going back to my book.