Last weekend at a party I got to see my good friend Noah from Bellingham, and at this party he described to me a tattoo he had seen - I'm not sure if he saw it in a book, or on the body of an actual person, or chiseled into a stone tablet handed down from Crom himself - but the mere description of it was enough to blow my mind into utter oblivion. Someone in this world has a tattoo, across their entire chest, of Yngwie Malmsteen shredding a hoagie on top of a mountain of hamburgers. This has got to be the single funniest idea for a tattoo I have ever heard in my life. Even funnier than this. I need to see what the tattoo actually looks like, if it is as brilliant in reality as it is in my mind. I have been fervently googling the internet in an attempt to find a picture, but alas I have come up empty handed. So, I am sharing the description of the tattoo with you as it was shared with me, in the hope that someone who knows where the tattoo lives can help to share its brilliance with everyone. Please, if you know anything about the Malmsteen hoagie burger tattoo, for the love of god, share.
You can hear Jerry Abstract's remix of Sleepy Eyes of Death's "Crushed by Stars" here.
Mr. Abstract's next DJ gig is at Broken Disco Fri. June 19 at Chop Suey.
Overheard in the office:
"Infected Mushroom—is that a real band?"
"Yep."
"This ain't your grandparents' mushroom!"
"Actually, my grandfather died of an infected mushroom."
"Oh."
"Does anyone want to hear the song that goes 'YOOOU! GOT WHAT I NEEEED!'?"
"Yes."
"Oh. It appears that Biz Markie's record label has had it removed from YouTube."
"I guess YouTube doesn't got what you need!"
It's hard out here...
...for a gangsta:
50 Cent testified that his attorneys hired the firm to inspect the 52-room, 48,000-square-foot-plus mansion in Farmington, Conn., in 2003 before he bought it from Tyson's ex-wife. The company was to make a visual inspection to determine how much it would cost to repair the roof, decks, driveway and other aspects of the property."I thought it was necessary because I didn't know what damages or what it would take to keep the house uptight and up to speed," the rapper testified. He said the mansion was the first house he bought.
The company's estimate was for about $500,000, but 50 Cent spent about $6 million on repairs and renovations.
Can you name the song in the Away We Go trailer? Not the Alexi Murdoch one, but the other one.
If you know it, Kate in Questionland would love to hear from you!
Last night at Moe Bar was a listening party of the new Sleepy Eyes of Death remix album coming out soon on local label Mass Mvmnt. Scientific American played a megamix of all the remixes, and though I don't have a hard copy to review, everything I heard last night sounded great. No surprise given both the quality of the source material (those synths!) and the caliber of remixing talent assembled for the project: Jerry Abstract, Truckasauras, Pezzner and Hansen of Jacob London, AMS of Fcs, and many more, pretty much all of whom were in attendance last night, giving the even the feel of a little Seattle techno social. It's pretty inspiring that Seattle has enough quality producers in town to turn out a home-grown project like this, and it was a nerdy joy hanging out with them (and witnessing geekery along the lines of, say, DJ Turk talking shop with Scientific about the pros and cons of various warping algorithms in Ableton Live).
Next door, Rye Rye was making her Seattle debut, which was boisterous, fun, and short. I caught "Wassup" and one other number, went back next door for a drink, and then it was all over. It was a small crowd (the room curtained in half), but a good amount of dancing. Fun, but nothing to change my pre-show assessment: "Her songs, like "Bang," don't transcend party rap to become proper pop anthems in the way that her mentor's do, but they are at least top-quality, heart-palpitatingly rhythm-heavy specimens of club music."
I posted this thematically appropriate song in today's Morning News on Slog, but hearing it again (seven times in a row) reminded me of its claim on the title Best Song Ever (This Week).
Occurring at 1:45 in the amazing-even-though-it's-just-a-lip-synch video above, some of the greatest lyrics in pop-music history:
Sometimes I stare in space, tears all over my face
I can't explain it, don't understand it
I ain't never felt this way before
Thank you, Holland-Dozier-Holland, and confidential to some beatmaker: Please sample Martha Reeve's "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" (running from 2:06-2:08) and use it in a humongous worldwide hit. I cannot hear it enough.
Seattle's own Throw Me the Statue will release their second full-length, Creaturesque, on Secretly Canadian on August 4th. The band produced the record with Phil Ek (Built to Spill, Les Savy Fav, Modest Mouse, etc. etc.), so it will sound awesome. In fact, let's hear how awesome it might sound! Here is the tracklisting, along with an MP3 from Creaturesque:
1. Waving At The Shore
2. Pistols
3. Tag
4. Ancestors
5. Noises
6. Snowshoes
7. Dizzy From The Fall
8. Cannibal Rays
9. Hi-Fi Goon
10. Baby, You're Bored
11. Shade For A Shadow
12. The Outer Folds
Throw Me the Statue play a Noise for the Needy benefit show June 11th at the Tractor with "Awesome" and Velella Velella.
Comes as no surprise: LiveNation’s fee-less promotion actually does carry service fees
The price of free music: ReverbNation introduces mp3s with embedded advertising
Both sides are relieved the flying pig is gone: Roger Waters wants to play concert at the demolition of West Bank wall
The price of free music pt. 2: Vote for MIA’s candidate and get a free song
Bad news for my wallet: The Record Store Day folks announce Vinyl Saturday
My kind of sausage party: Boston’s Great American Hardcore Fest announced
Our condolences: Xene Cervenka announces MS diagnosis
Seattle pop group Harvey Danger will call it a career with a final concert Aug. 29 at the Crocodile; an all-ages show (date tbd) at Vera will precede that.
The band (who include Stranger editor emeritus Sean Nelson and Stranger art director Aaron Huffman) announced the breakup on their website May 28.
After 15 years, three albums, hundreds of shows, and far more twists and turns than we ever imagined possible, we've decided to put Harvey Danger to rest. The decision is totally mutual and utterly amicable. Everyone is very proud of the work we've done together, but we've also come to feel that our collaboration has—in a very positive way—run its course. We're all eager to try our hands at other projects, musical and otherwise. Chances are we'll all work together in one form or another; if we've learned anything, it's that you never know what will happen. Of course, putting an end to something we've been working on since our early 20s can't help being accompanied by a soupcon of melancholy. Nonetheless, as the Chambers Brothers remind us, time has come today. Rock bands have life spans, and Harvey Danger's has been longer, and more eventful, than even we would have predicted.
Harvey Danger leave a small but attractively shaped discography that will give pleasure to fans of intelligent, well-crafted pop for years.
Riverboat Gamblers, the Girls, Hollowpoints
(El Corazón) Local quintet the Girls do this glam-punk-power-pop thing right. Their massed vocals soar even as they assume a deadpan hauteur. Guitars and keyboards coalesce into a glorious, coruscating blare. Rhythms tighten their grip on your hips, coaxing you into a tense swivel. It's like Sweet, Devo, and Wire at their most accessible and brash, having a bash. Fellow Seattleites Hollowpoints have that breakneck chugga-chugga attack with hoarse, Stiff Little Fingers/Jake Burns—style vocals nailed the hell down. Punk rock like dear old papa used to make. Austin's Riverboat Gamblers fly punk's '77 4EVER flag with panache; it's like eating comfort food while traveling 120 miles per hour. DAVE SEGAL
As always, find even more options in our calendar!
Sleepy Eyes of Death, Champagne Champagne, Rye Rye, etc, etc. I'll try to get to that shit in the morning. But for now: Hollyhood at Havana. Never been before, but will almost certainly go again. The crowning moment: DJ Tigerbeat scattering a stack of dollar bills from the palm of his hand into the airstream created by the fan at the DJ booth, sending said dollars raining down upon the last-call dance floor. Well, that and the blood.