Thwarted by his label, EMI, to release his new album, Dark Night of the Soul, Gnarls Barkley producer Danger Mouse plans to issue a blank CD-R with artwork, with the implicit blessing to allow consumers to burn the music to it after finding it on the interwebs. The work is a collaboration among DM, Sparklehorse leader Mark Linkous, several guest vocalists, and filmmaker David Lynch, whose photographs inspired the music.
Danger Mouse had this to say about the dispute:
Danger Mouse's new project Dark Night Of The Soul consists of an album length piece of music by Danger Mouse, Sparklehorse and a host of guest vocalists, along with a collection of original David Lynch photography inspired by and based on the music.The photographs, which provide a visual narrative for the music, are compiled in a limited edition, hand numbered 100+ page book which will now come with a blank, recordable CD-R. All copies will be clearly labeled: 'For Legal Reasons, enclosed CD-R contains no music. Use it as you will.'
Due to an ongoing dispute with EMI, Danger Mouse is unable to release the recorded music for Dark Night Of The Soul without fear of being sued by EMI.
Danger Mouse remains hugely proud of Dark Night Of The Soul and hopes that people lucky enough to hear the music, by whatever means, are as excited by it as he is.
Read the whole article about it here.
Tip: larry365
I’m still touring the blazing deep Deep South of Oregon, where the livin’ is jumpin and the Beavers are hot. (As the most gayest man in the world, you probably never expected me to say that. You don’t know me!) And I must confess: all of this southern-fried beaver has put me in quite an appetite for even more of it, so if I were in Seattle tonight, which I ain't, I know exactly what I’d be doing. Wing Dinging! Like the gaddamm King of Wing Ding Land! Like the biggest Wing Dinger that ever dared Wing Ding! At Carlotta’s Late Night Wing Ding. Which you may never have heard of. But that’s okay. Allow me to explain:
Carlotta is the crotchety old Southern-fried female alter ego of Troy Mink. About once a month, Carlotta sauces it up, crotchety-old-Southern-style, with a parade of quirky guests and shocking drag talent. (Yes, it’s one of those drag-centric type things.) This nonsense has gone on for over 12 years (excusing one or two long pauses), and they tell me that tonight’s show is going to feature the fabulously loathsome and always enrapturing anti-talents of Jackie Hell (oooh!)—plus, a theme! THE LIBERAL NEKKID ‘60s! Carlotta says in a recent press release:
"Since my grandson came out of the closet door I had to become a liberal if I was to except him... so I figure anything goes now... it's hard but I'm tryin.'"
Right. Well. I’m so sick of the fucking ‘60s. But I’m never sick of nekkidness, God knows, and nekkidness is deeply encouraged tonight at Carlotta's—listen to this: they charge $7 at the door, but “take half off, and so will we”, they say, so you know what that means. (The cheaper, the cheaper!) But wait! It get's worse! “Go BUCK for a BUCK!” Saucy! Southern-fried HOT nekkid-for-a-dollar saucy! (Oh, and dress as a fucking hippie or whatever and they’ll only charge you $5, CHRIST AM I SICK OF THE ‘60s!)
I’m not sure if there’ll be booze, so get good and snockered before hand just in case. (But watch your manners!) And, you know, if there IS a bar, great, more booze. But wait! Carlotta says, “Be careful about bringin' in them twisted up cig'rettes, I cain't stop ye, I'm not the po-lice and I'm liberal now... but if the po-lice was to show up they could close us down!" I have no idea what she’s talking about.
It all happens TONIGHT! (And, well, last night, but you already missed that.) At Open Circle Theater. (2222 2nd Avenue, 206.382.4250.) $7-dollars, sliding hippie-nekkid scale. 10:30pm.
LUCKY!
Grant Brissey recommends checking out Obits, the latest from veteran punk rocker Rick Froberg:
Obits, the Lights, Unnatural Helpers
(Neumos) Considering he's the man behind such powerful and esteemed rock outfits as Drive Like Jehu, Hot Snakes, and his current group, Obits, Rick Froberg is decidedly modest. Of his latest band's formation, he says, "We just sort of dicked around for a while until we thought we had something that was good enough to play."The "we" in this case is Froberg minus longtime collaborator John Reis, the other creative force behind Jehu and Hot Snakes. For Obits, Froberg is joined by Sohrab Habibion (formerly of Washington, D.C., pop-rockers Edsel), who proves a suitable counterpart on guitar, as well as drummer Scott Gursky (of Shortstack) and bassist Greg Simpson. On the band's new full-length, I Blame You, as on their two earlier 7-inches, Froberg and company retain and refine the straightforward rock of Hot Snakes (the sprawling, complex constructions of Drive Like Jehu are long gone). The rough edges are smoothed, the heavy-handed riff work is more often scrapped for melody, and Froberg does more singing and harmonizing than ever before.
Larry Mizell Jr suggests 206 Stand Up at the Vera with Scribes, Fatal Lucciano, and others at the Vera:

Scribes, Fatal Lucciauno, BYC, Camila and Shankbone
All eyes on the dude Scribes, by far one of the brightest and hardest-working talents of Seattle hiphop's next generation. His album Sleepwalk flew under the radar of a lot of the older gods, but the kids didn't miss a beat (or rhyme), packing out his shows, such as the 206 Stand Up showcase series he's been curating at the Vera Project. So don't snooze on Saturday, May 16, and get to the fourth edition of 206 Stand Up, which is also the CD-release party for his latest, the optimistically titled Summer-time Sampler. There you'll also catch Fatal Lucciauno, Camila, Shankbone, and homegrown B-boy crew BYC.
The Dead with the Allman Brothers Band, the Doobie Brothers(Gorge Amphitheater) I'm not a Doobie Brothers purist. My interest in the band begins with what many argue is their downfall, Michael McDonald, who joined the group after lead singer Tom Johnston fell ill. You cannot miss the difference between Johnston's Doobie Brothers and McDonald's. If you're a rock head, you will prefer the former; if you're an R&B head, you will prefer the latter. Essentially, McDonald made the white Doobie Brothers black, and consequently, much of their music occupies the same area of popular music with the Average White Band and Hall & Oates. The current Doobie Brothers are sans McDonald. Johnston has returned and now leads a band that has two distinct identities. CHARLES MUDEDE
Yarn Owl, the Terrordactyls(Full Tilt Ice Cream) Yarn Owl, a four-man outfit from Pullman, must be pretty secure in their masculinity. They've got a gentle, playful sound and a near-falsetto set of lead vocals that a lot of bands wouldn't dare try onstage. Not many groups could pull off a sweet, soft relationship song like "Rubik's Cube" (a song that, by the way, rhymes "Yahtzee" with "not see," which is an automatic win) and make it work. They are utterly adorable, and I mean that as a compliment. Good job, men. PAUL CONSTANT