It's so crucial seeing the rise of female rappers in hiphop again, here in Seattle and everywhere else. I don't think there's any question that Nicki Minaj's rise in the mainstream is bringing more access and ears to females in the mainstream—AKA Banks Iggy (boo) and Azaleia (coo).
Hers is a name I've been hearing a bit lately from folks back east. Haze's voice almost reminds me of Aubrey until she kicks in that gas and styles more than that guy's seemingly capable of. She should really be getting big props from the more purist side of the game, seeing as it's clear that she spits, like really spits—she doesn't have to rely on, you know, or on extra-extra gangsta talk that seems doubtful she or her folks could back up (the unfortunate thing about Azaelia, especially when she likes to bait guys who clearly have too many guns). Haze, like Nicki and Banks, reps New York, and does it well:
Now hopefully she can do her thing without having to diss her contemporaries, which—as Julianne Escobedo Shepherd points out in her excellent Alternet piece on Nicki's successes and shortcomings as a feminist—is the historic rapper-lady trap. Like Shepherd, I'd like to see a 2012 "Ladies First" as well, or even a "Ladies Night (Not Tonight Remix)", for that matter.
"The Buffalo Springfield's Neil Young." YES, yes indeed!
Photo crud: Nipsh
This is a recent reissue of the first Neil Young LP, Neil Young, and I'm sure the sticker is replicating the sticker found on first issues of Young's LP. On the first run of the LP, there was no mention of it being a Neil Young album—only the colorful psychedelic illustration. As a record nerd I gleefully squealed when I saw the Springfield nod. Young was in the Buffalo Springfield prior to going solo, hence the reference, tho now most everyone prolly knows who Young is, in 1968 they'da known the Buffalo Springfield, so the record label included the sticker.
Anna Minard claims to "know nothing about music." For her weekly column we force her to listen to random records by artists considered to be important by music nerds.
This week, Nipper, Dave, and I each picked one album that Anna has definitely never heard of! Which one should she write about? Vote below! Bonus points if you can guess which person picked which album.
Iron Maiden ran through their White River Amphitheater set impressively. Pyro surged and spurt. Eddies grimaced. Maiden has a strong contingency of diehard fans. Songs focused on the Seventh Son album. I was hoping for more Powerslave. The theatrics were a bit clownish, but Iron Maiden is Iron Maiden, and Iron Maiden can do whatever they want. In the parking lot beforehand, a couple from Mount Vernon pre-gamed in their car with a small cooler of liquor, and splif. They listened to Maiden to get ready to listen to Maiden. There, I heard Powerslave. I approached and requested Widespread Panic, but they had not heard of Widespread Panic. We listened to the song “Powerslave” and they kissed. When I left, the guy said to his girlfriend, “Fuck it, I’m getting a neck-tatt tomorrow, of me getting a neck-tatt of you.” When I got back to my car after the show, they were still there. Maybe they beat me back. Maybe they never left. They were listening to Powerslave. I hope the guy is getting the neck-tatt. (Setlist after the jump.)
Gerard Cosloy's résumé regarding important music is long and varied. He started the brilliant zine Conflict as a youth. He probably saw the Freeze and the Proletariat more than a few times, but I'm just guessing on that one. He hung out with G.G. Allin, ran Homestead Records, is part owner of Matador Records, and runs an extremely celebrated sports-heavy blog called Can't Stop The Bleeding.
When I first read his post, my mouth dropped open in disbelief, causing Starbucks to dribble all over my North Face fleece. Then I remembered somebody telling me that the Kingdome was a total dump that was prone to drop concrete chunks on your head. Which begs raises the question, "Is Gerard Cosloy right? Does hardly anybody miss the Kingdome?"
A few minutes before my reading, store employee Marshall popped in my CD. Not 30 seconds into my go-go playlist, a white woman went to the cashier to complain. The song in question wasn’t even a go-go song. It was Parliament’s 1970s funk classic “Chocolate City”—a song that took on a moniker that was being used by Washingtonians celebrating the city’s first elected mayor, a black man named Walter Washington:
What’s happening, C.C. They still call in the White House, but that’s a temporary condition…
The blonde woman marched straight to the cashier, who referred her to the owner of Politics & Prose. She said the music was “racist” and demanded they stop playing it.
I am so very sad to report that the store actually complied.
That's incredibly disappointing to hear. When I worked at Borders many years ago, a manager allowed an old white woman to return a gospel CD she had bought there because she was disgusted to find that black people were singing on the CD. I'm as disappointed in Politics & Prose now as I was disappointed in Borders then. When a white customer starts to complain about the racial persecution they're suffering, I think it's okay for bookstores to say that they don't want that customer's business anyway. Politics & Prose, on their blog, say that they regret stopping the song. They say the playlist was allowed to play after the reading, and that they are against censorship. Although apparently, they don't care enough about "allow[ing] one person’s point of view to silence a group discussion" to argue the point to a customer's face.
by Kelly O
on Tue, Jul 31, 2012 at 11:46 AM
New single out August 21st! Rabbit chasing! Muppets! = SWOON!
"Ozma" is perhaps one of the sweetest odes to a dearly departed, snoring, rabbit munching mutt. "Muppet Babies" is the long time crowd pleasing cover of the theme song from the Jim Henson cartoon classic from the 80's. Color vinyl for available through mail order only—black vinyl for everyone else.
Shannon And Her Clams play this Friday, 8/3 @ The Funhouse, PIZZA FEST 2012.
Tré Cool is such a cool name. A very cool name. Just kidding, it's THE WORST (okay, not the worst—looking at you the Edge). Anyway, let me back up. Tré Cool's real name is Frank Edwin Wright III and he is the drummer for Green Day. In 1994, they released Dookie and no one knows what they've been up to ever since. UNTIL NOW. Green Day recently announced they will be releasing three albums in four months. Guess what they're going to call them? ¡Uno!, ¡Dos!, and...oh man...¡Tré!
Oooooho ho ho I get it! Each album will feature a different band member's face on the cover, in that snot topic sort-of-punk-but-not-really-because-computer style. GUESS WHOSE FACE WILL BE ON THE THIRD ONE?
Sorry so cranky today, Green Day. I really did love Dookie and that one time you opened for Blink-182.
by Dave Segal
on Tue, Jul 31, 2012 at 8:06 AM
Eric Burdon, legendary vocalist for the Animals and War, had to undergo back surgery last week and consequently has had to cancel all of his live performances for the rest of 2012, which included a slot at Bumbershoot, backed by Cincinnati garage-rock band the Greenhornes. Bumbershoot officials expressed hope that both artists will be able to play the festival in 2013. Word on the replacement act for the Greenhornes and Burdon should come soon.
by Dave Segal
on Tue, Jul 31, 2012 at 7:45 AM
Ravi Coltrane Quartet
(Jazz Alley) Ravi Coltrane is the son of two jazz masters of the modern moment, Alice Coltrane and John Coltrane. His mother was a pianist and harpist (she passed away in 2007); his father was a saxophonist (he passed away in 1967 when Ravi was almost 2). His mother made a number of great albums and was known for being deeply spiritual; his father is, of course, a jazz god. Yes, it's strange that Ravi Coltrane picked up the instrument (saxophone) his father dominated and revolutionized. It's also strange (in the ghostly sense) that he sometimes does sound just like his father, particularly on the more strained or stretched notes. Yes, much in Ravi Coltrane's music and mode (which is deeply intellectual) can be attributed to him—his own development, life, and genius—but there does appear to be a gene in the Coltrane family for the mastery of the saxophone. CHARLES MUDEDE More info.
by Dave Segal
on Mon, Jul 30, 2012 at 4:22 PM
Hype Machine is streaming iconoclastic underground-pop legend R. Stevie Moore's new album, Lo Fi High Fives (out Aug. 6 on O Genesis). It's a brilliant collection of quirkily contoured songs that foreshadows the whole glo-fi/hypnagogic-pop scene by over two decades.
Seattle label ggnzla recently released a really good Moore cassette, 1952-21??, which you can hear here.
Not a lot happens in Frankie Rose's new video for "Know Me," but if you're into that whole 1980s sci-fi aesthetic, director Ricardo Rivera has constructed a pretty accurate simulacrum. Think Tron, War Games, and Ridley Scott's 1984-inspired Superbowl ad for the Mac, i.e. green computer text, geometric video-game patterns, poison-apple lighting, bizarre eye wear, and loads of dry ice.
It's also an expensive-looking promo for a track off an independent record, Slumberland's Interstellar, but then Urban Outfitters served as producer.