I was on Youtube looking for the new Baroness video, the first off of their incredible Red Album that came out on Relapse earlier this year, when I inadvertently stumbled upon this heap. Apparently this band is also named Baroness, and their video… well, it speaks for itself. So I decided to just post this one instead. Enjoy.

Baroness
“Baby Wont You Kiss My Lips”

Tonight Nectar, The Stranger, and Light In The Attic Records present STUDIO, an evening of disco sweat and dancing mayhem with deejays Fucking in the Streets, Glitterpants(Club Pop resident), H.M.A., and TJ Gorton. We will be spinning Electro-Funk, Soul, Italo & Sleazy Disco all night long for you to drink, sweat, and dance to. Plus, vintage 70’s Playboy and Deep Throat LP soundtrack giveaways!!! This will be one of the craziest disco party the Northwest has ever seen, so don’t miss out on a night where we turn the Nectar into a 1970’s discothèque!

Here’s all the official info:

Saturday December 8th
Nectar, The Stranger, & Light In The Attic Records Present
An Evening of Disco Sweat & Dancing Mayhem…
“STUDIO”
w/ DJs FITS, Glitterpants, Heavy Metal Army, & TJ Gorton
Spinning the choicest Rare Soul, Electro-Funk, Italo & Gay-Ass Disco cuts this side of Manhattan!
$3! 9pm doors
*Red Carpet Entry! Vintage 70’s Playboy & “Deep Throat” Vinyl Soundtrack Giveaways!
*Hedonistic Dewars Drink Specials All Night!

Babyshambles’ Olympic champion lead man, Pete Doherty, didn’t show up for a secret Babyshambles set at London’s IndigO2 club. The bass player and drummer played a couple songs by themselves, then pulled a fan out of the crowd to take his place. They asked the people there if any of them knew how to play guitar. 18-year old Jamie Bell answered the call. He played and sang on a version of “Carry On Up the Morning”.

(Story from 411mania.com.)

This isn’t the first time a band has pulled an audience member onstage to fill in.

On the 1973 Quadrophenia tour, drummer Keith Moon decided to take fifteen horse tranquilizers before a show at the Cow Palace in Daly City, CA. This is almost four times the amount for a horse.

When informed of his overdosage, Moon said, “I’m fucking Keith Moon.”

He passed out in “Won’t Get Fooled Again” and again in “Magic Bus”. When Moon became completely incapacitated, Pete Townshend asked the crowd, “Does anybody know how to play the drums?” Audience member, Scott Halpin, said yes, and filled in for Moon for the rest of the show.

It was reported last week that Stolen Transmission (home to locals Schoolyard Heroes), was dropped from Island/Def Jam. JZ posted about the news here, he said it was “totally unbelievable,” and he was right. Folks at IDJ are saying label owner Sarah Lewitinn jumped the gun on spreading the news and Stolen Transmission is still part of IDJ.

Via Billboard.biz:

Despite reports that indie label Stolen Transmission has exited the Island Def Jam umbrella, the business relationship might be firmly intact. A source tells Billboard.biz that details need to be worked out and at the moment Stolen Transmission is still a part of IDJ.

“Meetings are scheduled for next week between IDJ folks and Rob Stevenson (the A&R man who was also let go and championed the indie at IDJ), and we plan on talking about how to move forward,” the source told Billboard.biz “(Stolen Transmission founder) Sarah Lewitinn jumped the gun when she wrote her posts over the weekend. At this point, Stolen Transmission is still an IDJ venture, and the expectation is that it will remain a venture.”

The indie’s staff was cut last week as part of IDJ’s wider layoffs. Afterwards, Lewitinn, via her personal blog, wrote that the label has started in her bedroom and “now it’ll just go back to being run from my apartment again. We plan on continuing with Stolen Transmission and are really excited to be returning to our indie roots.”

Of course we all know Repeal Day wasn’t last night but the night before.

What’s that? You’ve never heard of Repeal Day? Where have you been drinking?

At first, the notion stinks of Hallmarkery—a holiday contrived to sell crap, in this case booze instead of greeting cards and coffee mugs. Predictably, after a few rounds of discounted (or free) Dewar’s in Neumo’s VIP room, shameless calendric exploitation makes perfect sense. Good idea, Dewar’s! Make up a holiday! Drape us in goofy feather boas and plastic-felt pimp hats and take our picture with a pair of bra-popping burlesque babes! Do whatever you want, as long you give me free booze!

And free music. The lineup on Wednesday was promising and mostly delivered.

Kay Kay & His Weathered Underground was, in a word, wonderful. There’s a lot to love about their Vaudevillian baroque-pop, especially because the 11-piece band gets tighter and more explosive with every show. Their Block Party set a few months ago was endearingly swervy; tonight they were laced-up and full-speed ahead. It seemed at first that their music might just be snippets of big-band grandeur stiched together randomly, but as the set went on, a prevailing aesthetic emerged and the the band’s swooning compositional logic revealed itself. Strings, so often a band’s downfall, are used in all the right ways; horns embellish orchestrally, until a muted trumpet gets raunches up their dignity. These parts are almost busy but not, ultimately unburdensome, heavy but uplifing. Lead Undergrounder Kirk Huffman has one of those utilitarian voices that’s rich in character and low in technique, a scrappy, easily lovable combination. Cellist Phil Peterson has a theremin-like falsetto. The band looks like the love child of a punk rock carnie and a jazz band revolutionary. They will be fun to watch and to listen to in 2008.

Siberian: professional, efficient, competent, and unremarkable. There’s nothing wrong with solid, mid-tempo ballad rock, but coming after the singular sweetness of KK&HWF and before U.S.E., you have to offer something more spectacular than what Siberian brought.

My first time seeing U.S.E. and fuck, what a blast—or better yet, a blast-off. By this time the Dewar’s had drowned any inhibitions and better judgement.

It should never be said again that Seattle don’t dance. All that’s needed for a full-blown dancefloor freakout is gallons of good whisky at low prices and a electro-dance spectacle like U.S.E. The crowd reaction was almost more stunning than the band’s performance—boas streaming through the air like feathered snakes, plastic fedoras arching through the room. By the time they brough 40 boa-ed revelers up on stage, the night had become a genuine, certified, out-of-control rager. On a Wednesday. That’s the only way to jumpstart a new holiday tradition.

3:50 on 3 Bands.

United State of Electronica, Siberian, and Kay Kay and His Weathered Underground played Neumos on Dec. 5th. Prohibition was repealed, inhibition was healed, and Dewar’s was don’t. (Dewar’s Scotch Whiskey sponsored the event.) Circus Contraption was on hand, doing hand-stands.

A rounded out evening of vocoded dancing songbird delights:

After finding out that tomorrow’s Sharon Jones show was sold out, I’ve spent the week since trying to convince myself that going to see the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players instead will be just as good. I love the Trachtenburgs plenty, but it’s not working.

Someone hook a brotha up with some Sharon Jones tickets!

Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings - “100 Days, 100 Nights”

Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players - “You’re the One Who’s Made For Me and I was Made for You”

Tiny Vipers recently did a Concerts à emporter sesh with La Blogotheque while in San Francisco (hat tip to Stereogum)

Tender.

Apparently, Shaolin isn’t the only ‘hood that’s had ninja problems. From hot tipper mvp Matt Fuckin’ Hickey:

So back in late winter/early spring 2006, there was a spate of odd robberies at 4 bars on the hill. Madison street pub, CC’s, Bill’s, and the warroom. Someone somehow got in at night, despite the alarms, and stole all the top-shelf alcohol, and, when they could, unsecured cash.

At the maharaja, there was a waiter named Lucky. Lucky often had to close, then open the next morning. When he did, he’d sleep in one of the booths, not uncommon with food workers.

At about 4AM one night, Lucky heard commotion back in the bar area. He checked it out, turned on the light, and found four guys in full ninja gear about to make off with the cash register. They had a messenger bag with several bottles of quality booze.

He grabbed a baseball bat and attacked them. They quickly made their way up a rope they’d dropped quietly through a skylight. Lucky can’t climb ropes well, so he called the cops.

The cops had been patrolling the area, looking for anything odd at bars. They showed up quickly and tracked the ninjas back across to the Warroom roof, and then lost them.

There were several cop cars, but somehow they slipped away. The didn’t get anything from the maharaja, and they’ve never been heard from since.

It’s all true, and one of the coolest things I’ve ever heard of in my life. Lucky told me the story himself, and one of the cops was there and verified that he’d seen the ninjas.

Totally awesome.

Finally, here’s one for all the ninjas out there giving chase:

Yeah, that’s awkward: Fall Out Boy played a Grammy nomination party. And didn’t get nominated.

Remember John Lennon tomorrow at 11:15 pm: Yoko urges fans to take a moment of reflection, and display message of peace.

Unconventional Venues: A new show on Ovation will explore innovative music spaces such as synagogues and ships, (if only that channel were included in basic cable).

Stress is the new acid reflux: Bow Wow rushed to hospital after Cincinnati concert.

…Speaking of acid reflux: Ashlee Simpson digs Salvador Dali?

And another Mexican musician was murdered: The death of Jose Luis Aquino marks the third in a week.

Do you like Street Fighter II? Do you like new-wave rock operas about Street Fighter II? Then you’ll like Man Factory, a band of college students out of Arlington, TX who’ve released the first in a free, three-part EP series of surprisingly catchy odes to Chun Li, Ryu and M. Bison. Some of it is ridiculously stupid (E. Honda: “My passport is fake but my Thai food’s first rate”), but you’ll want to pretend otherwise once you start singing along to hooks that are Mates of State- and Weezer-inspired in all of the right ways. Considering the bar for game-inspired rock is generally lower than dirt, expect this solid EP to transform these kids into nerd lords (and maybe even PAX’08 concert headliners) within weeks.

Dude, everybody all stoked up for ID5? Looks like a real thriller. Did you hear all of those gnarly growls that the zombie/chud/mutants make? Those are courtesy of none other than Mike Patton, the vessel for some of rock music’s most interesting and occasionally irritating vocal stylings. I can’t wait for the part of the movie where Will Smith and the “dreaded creatures” finally come face to face, and Will Smith is all like,

“I’m the last man alive, I am legend, leave me alone!”

and the zombies are like, “Dude, we live here now too,”

so Will Smith is like, “But I’m the only human left, you guys don’t count,”

and Mike Patton gets all pissed off and starts going, “You want it all, but you can’t have it!”

and then he impales Will Smith with a giant spear.

(hat tip to Pitchfork)

Are you throwing a New Year’s party or event that’s open to the public? Wanna advertise it for free in our popular New Year’s listings?

All you need to do is send it in an email to music@thestranger.com. Make sure to write “New Year’s” in the subject line somewhere so I can pick it out of the crowd of “MegaDik” spams.

All events qualify, not just concerts or dance parties. Having a seance? Submit. Wine tasting? Submit. Bong-decorating gathering? Submit. (No NAMBLA gatherings, please.)

Your deadline is approaching fast—It’s TUESDAY, DECEMBER 18TH. Hurry hurry hurry!

So smooth, so delicious.

One of the bravest, boldest composers of the 20th century has died. I first heard about Stockhausen’s passing on a tiny listserv and just couldn’t believe it. Alas, now The Guardian and the BBC have the official word, though Ivan Hewitt’s obituary, much like his misguided reading of the avant garde in Music: Healing the Rift, misses the mark.

Earlier this March, I wrote a Turn You On column about the great composer. To my surprise and eternal delight, I eventually heard that Stockhausen was immensely pleased with the piece. My tribute is hardly complete and neglects to address Stockhausen’s contributions to improvised music, opera, and music notation; I also omitted his far-reaching influence as a teacher, but Stockhausen merits a book, not a blurb.

My favorite book on the man is by the man himself: Stockhausen on Music.

That’s right, before you get your disco groove on at STUDIO, come out and warm your body up to some cosmic grooves, sleazy funk, hi-energy italo, and tropical disco!!! Don’t miss out on another night of drinking, disco sweat, and love-dancing!!!

Friday December, 7th
Club Cabana @ Solo Bar (Lower Queen Anne)
w/ Deejay TJ Gorton
200 Roy Street, Seattle, Washington 98109
Cost : Free!!!
Dancing : 9pm-close

As tensions reportedly mount within the Wu-Tang Clan, as critics weigh the relative merits of the 8 Diagrams and the Big Doe Rehab, as the reunited Clan prepares for tour, a ninja is terrorizing the streets of Shaolin.

From the New Yorker:

In retrospect, it figures that a serial “ninja burglar” would turn up on Staten Island, a borough whose biggest cultural export, the Wu-Tang Clan, long ago nicknamed the place Shaolin, in honor of kung-fu movies. This particular bandit, who is now thought to have robbed eighteen homes on the island in the past seven months, acquired his honorific in September, when he encountered a Dongan Hills resident named Phil Chiolo while raiding Chiolo’s home. He was dressed all in black, with a black face mask, Chiolo said, and he carried nun-chucks, which he used to club Chiolo in the chest, head, and shins before Chiolo was able to retaliate by stabbing at him with a steak knife.

Meanwhile, at the Shaolin Kung Fu Temple, near the North Shore, Sifu Paula Wong, an instructor, seemed unaware of the burglar and his legend. “We’re not familiar with the ninja, since a ninja is an assassin,” she said. “Our training is more philosophy, with Buddhism and philosophies like Bruce Lee.”

Beloved local poster designer Jeff Kleinsmith donated over a dozen posters to Strangercrombie this year. The prints are from past shows featuring Spoon, Calexico, Minus the Bear, the Little Ones, Turbonegro, Mogwai, the Shins, the Wrens, and more, and as of 10:30 am this morning, some are going for the ridiculously low price of $1.99. Everyone can afford that. So, got a Spoon fan on your gift list? A Shins lover? Or maybe your brother-in-law is just a fan of fantastic poster design? Then check out all the Kleinsmith posters available, there’s something for everyone.

Fishboy plays the Comet tonight with Boat and Awesome, and just as Sam Machkovech wrote in his U&C this week, the band plays a great song about a discarded and forgotten Christmas Tree that decides to make its way back home. The song, “A Surprise Return” is a little something to think about (and sing in your head) while you pick out your tree this holiday season. Here they are performing the song “live” on Chicagogo.

Boat, “Awesome,” Fishboy, Eux Autres
(Comet) Since our pages have already poured praise upon local headliners “Awesome” and Boat, this brief recommendation is better served touting a memorable out-of-towner opening the bill. Fishboy the band is named after Fishboy the lead singer, a bespectacled dweeb-rocker from Denton, Texas, who currently writes and performs some of the most smile-worthy pop this side of They Might Be Giants. The 25-year-old draws epic-length comic-book fliers for concerts and four-tracks songs about anthropomorphic Christmas trees and Teddy Ruxpin, but lest you think this Fish is too much “boy,” he’s gotten help from members of Okkervil River and the Baptist Generals on his albums for a reason. Fishboy comes to Seattle on the strength of his latest record, Albatross, and he’s bringing a frenzy of horns, guitars, and giggle-worthy songs in his lunchbox. SAM MACHKOVECH

Don Caballero, Enablers, Thrones
(Crocodile) There was a point when Don Caballero were one of my favorite bands. American Don is still one of my favorite albums. It’s not like their newest release, World Class Listening Problem, was a bad album—there’s actually nothing particularly wrong with it—but there’s also something about it I can’t embrace. Damon Che is always going to be an amazing drummer, but it’s just not Don Cab without Ian Williams playing guitar. The original band broke up in 2000. Williams went on to form Battles, but Che started the band up again in 2003, keeping the same name but hiring an entirely new band that sounded remarkably similar to the old one. World Class Listening Problem is a good album. But it’s not a Don Cab album. And this isn’t really a Don Cab show. Don Cab broke up years ago. JEFF KIRBY

Speaker Speaker, Velella Velella, Antelope, Immaculate Machine
(Vera) Kathryn Calder has tremendous stamina. When her indie-pop trio Immaculate Machine toured with the New Pornographers earlier this fall, she was onstage during every set of the night: cofronting her own band, sitting in on accordion during Emma Pollock’s set, and working the keyboards as part of her other gig in her uncle A. C. Newman’s supergroup. Beyond that, Calder can lead Immaculate Machine through a dozen or more sprightly, catchy tunes without getting tired or tiresome, only to push it that much further with the kinda-epic “C’mon Sea Legs.” It starts slow, hits a singsong lullaby hook that repeats, builds as Calder’s honeyed voice harmonizes with guitarist Brooke Gallupe, modulates, and pretty much explodes into four minutes of repeated bliss. JOHN VETTESE

Well, it’s better than anything the other American Idols have shit out. I could see this being a hit in the club.

(hat tip to idolator)

Pitchfork reports today on a bizarre new Greyhound ad campaign featuring photos of indie/noise acts including Wzt Hearts, Ruins and Dan Deacon. Deacon, for one, was never contacted to be part of the campaign, and his response to the campaign make it seem like he might not be the ideal spokesperson for the ol’ dog bus:

greyhound bus company is one of the worst run, bullshit companies i have ever had the misfortune to use. they are a total monopoly and take advantage of that with poor service and price hikes and route cancellation. they have bought all the other smaller companies and run them out of their office in dallas. they treat both their employees and customers like shit. they are a cancer.

since i do not drive i used to use them to get to shows (when nothing else was available). on many occasions i had to cancel shows because the bus would be late, my luggage would get lost/stolen, the over sell their buses, and fuck i fucking hate them.

it really upsets me that i am being used to promote them. if i had my way i would see all their buses transport guns to all the people they have fucked over.

like many evil companies they are trying to use subversive advertising and i will not allow myself to be a cog in their wheel of lies and deceit. these rats stink like rotten cum. fuck them with 1000 fires.

in case this message finds its way to someone in the advertising department of greyhound: eat my shorts you dickless pig fuckers.

Prefuse 73 and School of Seven Bells at Neumo’s
Prefuse 73 is the brainy glitch-hop alias of producer Scott Herren; School of Seven Bells are a new band featuring members of Secret Machines and On!Air!Library! Their soft-drug collage rock is a kaleidoscope of gorgeous female vocals, electronic grooves, stargazing guitars, steady rhythms, and warm colors. The band’s synesthesia is all organic; Prefuse 73’s is brilliantly digital, a busy mix of sharp beats and surround-sound samples. (Neumo’s, 925 E Pike St, 709-9467. 8 pm, $13, 21+.) by Eric Grandy

(Hear Prefuse 73 in Donte’s post from earlier today.)

Wildildlife, Doomhawk, Weirdlords
(Comet) If you describe Doomhawk to people who’ve never seen them, you are guaranteed to get weird looks and verbal abuse. “I swear, they are, like, fantasy metal, but there’s tons of ska breakdowns! And they are from the forest, but they also have this really complicated backstory about how they were discovered on an asteroid! And one time, they played an art opening at the Lawrimore Project, and Anne Mathern suspended herself above them and bounced around from the ceiling, taking pictures, except the pictures were fake.” See? Nothing about that makes any sense, but it’s all true. Doomhawk are fake and real at the same time. ARI SPOOL

Deck the Hall Ball: Modest Mouse, Jimmy Eat World, Coheed and Cambria, She Wants Revenge, Spoon, the Kooks
(Everett Events Center) When I saw Jimmy Eat World at the Showbox just a couple months ago, it was perhaps the most boring show of 2007. I’ve seen the band a number of times—in their early-emo Clarity heyday, during the band’s Bleed American wonder year—and they’ve always been sparkling, intense, and remarkably tight. But now, as the years have stacked on top of them, they’re just another band going through the familiar motions and they looked like robots onstage. Modest Mouse haven’t hit that point yet, however. So they’ll certainly put on a fantastic show as they usually do. But chances are it won’t feel worth it to stand through JEW’s “performance” and Coheed and Cambria’s annoying sci-fi prog rock to get to the one buried treasure in this desert of monotony (Spoon excluded, they’re the one oasis you’ll come across on the long, tiring trek). MEGAN SELING

This is Hank Williams:

He begot the Monday Night Football Guy:

Who then begot Hank III:

Hank Williams Sr. made music like this:

We’ll skip what Hank Jr. sounded like. What’s interesting is how far the Williams family has come in three generations. Hank III has also done his share of twang, but now he is the drummer of the band Arson Anthem, with Phil Anselmo of Pantera on guitar and Mike Williams of Eyehategod on vocals. They sound like this:

My how the rebellious south has changed.

It’s yours:

Brian Geoghagan and myself made this little mix. It is the sound of local hiphop, the sound of The Program.

The Tracklist
“Future Talk” by Physics
“I’d Never Met You” by Can-U
“AlottaRappers” by Dyme Def
“North By Northwest” (Jake One Remix) Blue Scholars
“Can’t Wait For The Hill” (Intro) by Khingz
“Stardust” (produce by Vitamin D) Gift Of Gab
“Joe Metro (Remix) - Instrumental” by Blue Scholars
“The Water” (produced by Sabzi) RA Scion
“This Is Why” by D.Black
“Perseverance” by Cancer Rising
“Future Talk” by Physics

It’s December 6th, time for the sixth song in our musical advent calendar.

It’s as tasty as chocolate and better than a excerpt from the bible, it’s the Kinks’ “Father Christmas.”

Also just announced were the nominees for the 2008 Plug Independent Music Awards.

Album of the year:
Arcade Fire - Neon Bible (Merge)
Band Of Horses - Cease To Begin (Sub Pop)
Battles - Mirrored (Warp)
Beirut - The Flying Club Cup (Ba Da Bing)
El-P - I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead (Definitive Jux)
Justice - † (Downtown / Vice / Ed Banger)
Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer? (Polyvinyl)
Panda Bear - Person Pitch (Paw Tracks)
Radiohead - In Rainbows (self-released)
Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings - 100 Days, 100 Nights (Daptone)
Spoon - Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga (Merge)
The National - Boxer (Beggars Banquet)

New Artist of the Year:
Bat For Lashes
Battles
Dan Deacon
Deerhunter
Justice
Los Campesinos!
No Age
Sea Wolf
St. Vincent
Vampire Weekend
White Rabbits
Yeasayer

There are a bunch of other categories including Female Artist of the Year, Male Artist of the Year, Metal Album of the Year (with former Seattlites Big Business on the list), Hiphop Album of the Year, and Americana Album of the Year (with current Seattlites the Cave Singers and Jesse Skyes & the Sweet Hereafter listed).

There are also more detailed categories for the “obsessive” music fans including best live act, music festival of the year (Bumbershoot and Sasquatch are in the running) best song, best music video, best live venue (Neumo’s got a shout out), best record store (Sonic Boom and Easy Street are up for that), and best college/non-commercial radio station (no surprise to see KEXP on the list).

You can see the rest of the categories and vote for your favorites artists/magazines/stores/stations at www.plugawards.com. The winners will be announced at the PLUG awards ceremony in NYC on March 6, 2008.

1) Prefuse 73 plays tonight at Neumos. I wasn’t that excited about the show until I heard this mix of his from September. This marks that difficult balance between heady and accessible - good stuff.
Prefuse 73 Live at Club Air - mp3

2) Hollywood Holt is in town for tomorrow’s Sing Sing. The Chicago rapper is part of a new wave of interest in Chicago rappers (it goes beyond just Common and Kanye). He’s got a mixtape available that I’ve listened to just enough to recommend it - the interspersed interview audio definitely shares Holt’s sense of humor.
Hollywood Holt Mixtape - mp3zip

3) Detroit promoters Paxahau have posted a mix from one of their residents Rich Korach. It was “made to take your brain on a journey through the abyss of deep techno/house.” Uh, sure. Either way, it’s a great mellow mix of tracks, more suited for a day in the office than a night at the club. (Thanks Eric!)
Rich Korach - Deep Mix - mp3

4) Mr. Romo and fellow KPSU radio show DJ 31avas compiled a half hour mix for XM Radio representative of the non-indie rock stuff you’ll hear on KPSU. It’s already getting radio play, but they’ve released the recording for Internet audiences as well. It’s a dense (40 tracks in 28 minutes) mix of glitchy, electro-y, robot music, with lots of hip hop early, drifiting into techno as the mix moves on. It’s a fun listen.
Mr. Romo - Mr Romo represents non indie rock KPSU - mp3

Mexican musician tortured: Sergio Gomez joins the ranks of over a dozen performers that have been murdered in the past two years.

Grammy Nominations: Kanye West and Amy Winehouse lead the pack with 8 and 6 respectively. Also, it’s Obama vs. Clinton in the spoken word category? Really?

Just Say No: Radiohead is talking with iTunes.

Mudcrutch: Tom Petty’s old band you didn’t know about reunites!

This is a once-in-a-lifetime gift! The winner of this auction will get to choose which song the Presidents of the USA cover. It can be “Achey Breaky Heart,” it can be “Macarena,” it can be “Baba O’Riley.” It can be any song you choose! The band will learn it, record it, and give you a copy to enjoy for all eternity.

The Presidents of the United States of America record any song you want. The winner will also receive a copy of their new album, These Are the Good Times People, due out this March. Priceless!

The price (as of noon today) is only $355.

Not a Presidents fan? That’s okay! You can also buy a song covered by other local artists including Dina Martina! Visqueen! The Posies! Say Hi! And Erin Jorgensen!

Bidding ends Dec 14 at 5 pm. And should you not already know, all the money Strangercrombie raises goes directly to FareStart. To find out more about this worthy organization, visit their website at www.farestart.org.

“Aw, it’s only a Grammy.” (throws statue off balcony)
“Hey, watch where you throw your junk!”

The Grammy nominees were announced today (a full list of all categories is here). So, who do you think should win?

Record of the Year

Album of the Year

Best New Artist

Best Electronic/Dance Album

Best Rock Album

Best Alternative Music Album

Best Rap Album

And, more importantly, who got shut out that should have been nominated?

A song that I’ve been listening to a lot lately, is Jackie Moore’s 1979 classic disco single “This Time Baby”. This chart-topping single was included on this Florida native’s CBS Records debut I’m On My Way that same year. “This Time Baby” was actually first recorded and released by The O’Jays in 1978, however the song never saw much success until Moore released her cover rendition a year later. The classic soul-grooving disco gem was actually reissued in 1984 with a previously unreleased instrumental version on it’s b-side and charted all over again with much success. A solid disco effort from a legendary and prolific soul diva. Definitely for fans of Loleatta Holloway and Carol Williams.

Jackie Moore - This Time Baby

Just a couple pics from Trent Moorman to tide you over before the review…

_U.S.E.

_{Kay Kay}

Slog/Line Out tipper Matt Hickey made this video of last weekend’s Belmont party chaos for those who weren’t there (and those of you who were too fucked up to remember anything).

First you hate on Van Halen. Fine by me, I’m indifferent. But now you’re doggin’ Journey?

I really hope you just mean the new incarnation of Journey. Or fuck, anything without Steve Perry. But c’mon, man, there are some classics you just can’t deny.

Photos by Morgan Keuler

JOURNEY—Neal Schon (guitar), Jonathan Cain (keyboards), Ross Valory (bass), Deen Castronovo (drums)—is proud to introduce fans all over the world to their new lead singer, Arnel Pineda (“pin-eh-da”). He replaces Jeff Scott Soto, who parted ways with the band earlier this year after stepping in for Steve Augeri, who had to leave the band in 2006 for medical reasons.

Arnel hails from Quezon City in the Philippines and has been singing Journey songs—in addition to original material—with his band, The Zoo, for the past couple of years in clubs all over his homeland. Joining the legendary band is a dream come true for him.

“It’s so exciting to sing with one of the best bands in the world. It’ll be a lot of hard work on my part and I’m actually looking forward to the scrutiny I’ll get from the hardcore JOURNEY fans. I know they’ll expect me to sound exactly like ‘the voice’ (Steve Perry), but that will never happen. I know there’s only one Steve Perry in this world.”

When it was time for JOURNEY to look for a new lead singer, the internet came to their rescue. Guitarist Neal Schon wanted someone new to the music business, so he turned to YouTube. After finding Arnel singing “Faithfully,” he knew he had found the perfect frontman.

Morrissey writes an essay.

This is a painting of the rapper Can-U:
His 2005 CD Stepping Stone is simply stunning stuff. Had he lived in Seattle, he would have been received more ink and attention. Tacoma can be hard on a musician’s career. Nevertheless, Can-U will be at The Program.

That’s what Jennifer Maerz told me years ago when recommending I check out Math and Physics Club. Or was it Dave Segal? He probably recommended them to me too. Because I love Belle & Sebastian, people are always telling me to check out Math & Physics Club. They’ve been around for years, they have a following, they live here in Seattle—and yet we’ve been ships in the night, M&PC and I. I always miss em.

Last night, I finally had a chance—they were on a bill with Tullycraft and Voxtrot at Neumo’s. But when I got there, I’d already missed them. I got to sing along to Tullycraft’s very great little ditty “If You Take Away the Make-Up (Then the Vampires They Will Die)” (hear it here), a song I liked so much I went over to the merch table and bought the new album. Then Voxtrot went on and… they seemed good, but I got bored, so I went over to Moe to meet some friends for a drink.

The first thing a friend of mine said was, “Oh, did you just see Math and Physics Club?”

I told him I’d missed their set.

“Oh, you’d like them,” said friend said. “They sound like Belle & Sebastian.”

“That’s what everyone tells me.”

“That’s the talking point,” he said.

Remember when someone made little YouTube videos illustrating misheard lyrics of Fall Out Boy songs? I still think they’re funny (though I can’t find the originals… now there are just a bunch of not-as-good copycats).

Even funnier, someone has made one for the infamously unintelligible Botch and their song “Japam.” (No, not Japan. JAPAM.)

Ol’ Blue Eyes: US Postage Stamp to feature Frank Sinatra.

Don’t cry for me Argentina: Stewart Copeland apologizes to the President of Chile for a confusing (apparently derogatory) remark about beer, implying she is unattractive.

I like it when my hair is poofy: Moldy Peaches reconvened for the premiere of Juno; Kimya Dawson, Peaches songs were the basis of the film’s soundtrack.

At the end of every In Rainbows is a pot of gold: Radiohead downloading to cease December 10, but the gift boxes have been shipped!

“In the Name of Love”: Africa celebrates U2’s contributions with a covers record.

Pimp C dead at 33: The man behind “Big Pimpin’” found unresponsive in his hotel room yesterday.

Yesterday I was at Sonic Boom, flipping through the used vinyl, when exactly the thing I had always been hoping to witness in an independent record store became a distinct possibility. I heard the door open and someone come in, and the guy at the counter welcome them to the store. The customer’s response:

“Do you have any Hannah Montana?”

Ding dong! If ever there was a perfect opportunity for a jaded indie record clerk to let a customer know in an obnoxious and condescending tone that there was no possibility that a record store like Sonic Boom, which sells primarily music by musicians, not corporations, would ever carry Disney-brand child sugar pop, and that it was insulting for her to come into his music store and ask for something that could never really be classified as “music.” I just kept playing the scene from High Fidelity in my head over and over again, where Jack Black chews out the guy who comes into the store to buy a cheesy pop record for his daughter. That’s every record clerk’s dream, right? To totally stick it to some oblivious parent who wanders into a den of pretension and asks, “Will you please make fun of me for the following reasons?”

To no real surprise, the clerk was nothing but nice and courteous, looked in the database to see if the store had it (which of course they didn’t and never did) and offered to special order it for the woman. There was no condescending back talk. There was no pretentious rant. What a wasted opportunity. If only the same thing could have happened while I was flipping through records at Singles Going Steady I might have had a better chance of getting the scene I wanted.

Sam Cooke

and…

Chet Baker

The fictional everymen, Kay Kay and His Weathered Underground are playing tonight at Neumos with U.S.E. They offer scenes inside a canary cage. A songbird perches, vaudevillian. Brass is tarnished but designated with anthem.

This past June, Kay Kay played on Carson Daly’s show Last Call. Singer, guitarist, Kirk Huffman tells us all about it:

What is it like to play a big TV show like that?
Kirk: First of all, I’m not even really sure how we got the opportunity to play on the show. Somehow our live record Live from the Pretty Parlor floated into their hands and we heard Carson made a push for us. It was definitely the biggest bit of exposure for anything musically that I’d ever been involved with. Getting all 13 of us down to LA was an experience in itself. It was $5,000 in plane tickets, a bunch of weird paper-work, and forms to sign. (Apparently television corporations really don’t like illegal immigrants and do everything within their power to make sure your tuba and bass player aren’t Chiclet selling, job-stealing, drug smugglers from Cabo.) I was just crossing my fingers that all of us would get to the airport by 5 AM to make the flight.

Was it tricky? Did you all have to change anything up for the taping?
The preparation for going down to LA was probably the most difficult part. And yeah, we had to change the songs around on the spot so they would be shorter. When we first went through the song “Hey Momma” during sound check, cameras were still being placed and shots set-up. Our manager was standing next to the show’s producer chatting and looked a bit frazzled. At first I thought maybe we sounded like balls, but they both came up and said, “Man, it sounds great, but do you guys realize you played for 5 and a half minutes and the maximum time limit you have is 3:45?” Instantly, I got testy cause they’re fucking with my songs due to precious advertising time. Phil Peterson (cellist) and I had to figure out what sections to cut from the song without confusing the hell out of the band. In order to do all that we had to play the song for about an hour over and over and each time we finished it was, “Nope, 4:45, nope, 4:28, nope 4:07.” Finally after some deliberation they budged on giving us 4 minutes total and all we had to cut was the guitar solo during a breakdown.

(See video of the show at the end of the post.)

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That’s how many times I had to listen to this new Hot Chip song to decide that it’s totally awesome (it helped to hear it without watching the video). I am now officially stoked for Made in the Dark.

I ended up at Studio Seven last night. While it’s a show I wouldn’t usually go to—Walls of Jericho, As Blood Bleeds Black, and Belay My Last (they all sound exactly how you’d imagine them to)—I still had a surprisingly good time mostly because I like watching live music happen even if I’m not completely into it, mostly because I like watching how kids react to said live music.

Firstly, the Warriors didn’t show up. They got detoured and then lost thanks to the deadly flood in Southern Washington.

I forget the first band’s name—someone local, someone not too memorable. The second band, Belay My Last (I swear they introduced themselves as Filet My Love, a much better moniker), sounded like a crocodile attack. I didn’t like them at all.

The kids went nuts for Walls of Jericho, though, and I didn’t hate them. They danced, they moshed, they crowd surfed and stage dove (dived?)—but they really didn’t know how to maintain a circle pit.

Singer Candace Kucsulain kept calling for one: “Circle pit, circle pit, circle pit!” she’d chant. Some dudes started running, they’d make a few laps around the gaping hole in the center of the crowd, and then you’d see them hide away in the sidelines to catch their breath. Only 30 seconds into the song and the circle pit would be empty for a few long seconds. Empty. Then it’d morph into a loosely packed mosh pit. It’s easier to thrash in place than to do it while running around.

But Walls of Jerico, and the chaos they instigated, were entertaining. I’m not too into their slow mosh with cookie-monster vocals sound (I need more melody in my hardcore, I need more anthems. I need my breakdowns to not be scary.) but the kids last night (average age probably 16), were stoked about it. They pleaded for more, but I left.

On the way home, I ended up walking past Showbox SODO on the way to the bus stop. Flogging Molly was just letting out. Some girl mumbled something about “all the Irish fuckers in Seattle” and sweaty boys changed out of their torn up t-shirts and into their brand new green T’s with Flogging Molly written on the front. There were a lot of teens in the river of people pouring out onto the street, but that crowd looked tougher and older than the one at Studio Seven. They also didn’t smell very good. But I bet they had a wicked circle pit.

United State of Electronica, Seattle’s lovestruck answer to Daft Punk and the Vocoder are playing a free show tonight at Neumo’s in celebration of what Dewar’s is dubbing “Repeal Day,” the anniversary of the end of prohibition. (Dan Savage makes a good case that Repeal Day might be not only a good time to drink but a good time to reevaluate America’s miserable war on drugs.) If U.S.E. were an illegal drug, they would be ecstacy, duh. Openers Kay Kay & His Weathered Underground would be pot or maybe mushrooms. Siberian—I don’t know—Valium? Codeine? I guess those are both semi-legal. Anyway, get high, go to this show, get drunk, have a blast.

(And, yes, I know U.S.E. is stupid and fun, and I don’t care. Van Halen still sucks.)

There are so many amazing, one-of-a-kind things to bid on in this year’s Strangercrombie, The Stranger’s annual charity auction. Starting right now, you have until December 14th to bid on fantastic presents like Cat Power’s guitar! Karaoke with Blake Lewis! A private concert with Joshua Roman!

Today’s item of the day is a golden one—you get to go to a show and get rock photography tips from one of the best rock and roll shooters in town, Charles Peterson!

An individual tutorial for aspiring music photographers with the legendary Charles Peterson. He’ll look at your work, give you some tips, and go to a show to shoot with you. Priceless!

Starting bid: $1.99.

Auctions close Friday, December 14 at 5 pm. Click here to view the other Strangercrombie auctions.