I’ve heard tell that you awoke a terrible thing during filming. What was awoken?
Tea Cozies: Less than a week before we made the video, which was filmed in our basement, we encountered a giant spider we called The Beast. It was literally tarantula-sized, and fast. We think the reverberations of our music roused it from its beastly slumber and it came out with guns a-blazin’. No one slept easy that night. The day before the shoot, our director and Brady were in the basement staging the lights. The Beast emerged and scurried across the floor (SERIOUSLY IT’S SO HUGE YOU CAN HEAR IT WHEN IT SCURRIES.) Brady jumped four feet in the air and the director, Rich, screamed like a child but proceeded to bring his shoe down on The Beast, mortally injuring it. We all feel bad now, but we are certain the spirit of The Beast haunts that music video.
What message does The Beast communicate from his afterlife realm?
That drinking beer is REALLY hard through a mask. And that he, or she is totally pissed.
Tea Cozies play Saturday, Oct. 27th at Columbia City Theater.
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Kim Dotcom is readying a new online service called Megabox that will provide a legal method for people to digitally access music while still paying musicians, an approach, he posits, that will “[unchain] artists and fans.” Dotcom was the operator of Megaupload, which the US Department of Justic shuttered in January for alleged copyright infringement.
Check out the video below for further enlightenment and major-label '90s electronica flashback.
Dear perpetuators of the Recording Industry Association of America,
You represent a dying model. Technology has rendered you irrelevant. Musicians today can achieve worldwide exposure with little more time than it takes to order a cheeseburger and fries. Your A&R man has a real nasty hangover, but he really doesn't want to tell you why he's been getting so shit-faced for the last couple years. Here's the reason: With an internet connection and a hint of ambition, any artist, band, or circus sideshow can achieve the same results you'll charge them thousands, or if they're big enough, millions, for. There's no mystery anymore to what you do, and with little else than a Facebook, Soundcloud, Bandcamp—or, hell—even a (roll over Beethoven) relaunched Myspace account—your next big mover is soon to be your last missed-opportunity. What's more, smaller labels give their people real love, and that idea will give your accountant an ulcer.
Voluminous will be the volume in Neumos for the 2012 Decibel Festival. As of last night, the additional speakers were loaded in. These shiny black monoliths of low-end splendor now await you at the front of the stage, like afterlives for your ears. There are speakers hanging from the back of the room as well. The system is surround, pristine, and hearty. Sonics will be chiseled and pinpoint, arriving sound waves to your hearing, chest cavities, and aortas from the inside out.
In other words, analog moths will fly though digital flame, but with these additional speakers, the insecta arthropoda will instantly be blotted out by the actual fucking sun, the bass sun. Earplugs may be advised, unless you’re a 500,000 mile wide moth, and you want to land on the sun.
The DB in Dub Showcase is tonight’s presentation. Monolake, Tarik Barri, bvdub, and Cyanwave will be going, and carving.
by Dave Segal
on Tue, Sep 25, 2012 at 10:32 AM
Representatives of Light in the Attic, one of the best reissue labels in the world, are in the midst of a 3,000-mile road trip from Seattle to LA and back. Their journey includes visits to 58 record stores in 10 days, in order to hand-deliver LITA’s wares and create some goodwill among music retailers (as if the fab catalog weren’t enough…). LITA’s documenting the trip with daily videos, which you can view on the label’s blog and in this post (second episode). This is straight-up porn for people still enamored of brick-and-mortar stores and vinyl—Rated M.
(Also, LITA's offering a chance to win $50 gift cards at lightintheattic.net to those who write most convincingly about their favorite record shops. Winners will be announced Oct. 5. See the blog for details.)
This morning Hydra Head records founder Aaron Turner posted the bad news on the label's blog—the end is near:
Hydra Head Records has never been a smooth-running operation. We've spent the majority of our existence excitedly scrambling from one thing to the next, taking on more than we could ever possibly hope to achieve, and never quite finding solid footing in the midst of our self-induced whirlwind of chaos. Though not every second of doing this label has been enjoyable, it has been a very rewarding and meaningful project for me, and I hope for many of the other lives to which it has been directly connected. The fact that it has lasted close to two decades at this point is astonishing, and much has changed during that time - the lives of those directly involved with running the label, the bands and artists we've worked with, and the nature of the music industry itself. Though many of these changes have been positive, or at least illuminating, the impact of our history and current industry circumstances are culminating into a slow and somewhat painful death for the label. It certainly isn't an entirely unforeseen event, but we didn't think it would come quite so abruptly, or (perhaps naively) ever.
The decision to pull the plug has not been an easy one, and in some ways is a not a choice at all. The simple fact of the matter is we've been running on empty for a while now and cannot afford to keep our doors open for much longer. Years of imbalance between creative ideals and financial realities, personal problems amongst the label operators, an unwillingness to compromise our aesthetic standards, a tendency towards releasing challenging (i.e. unmarketable) artists, and the steady decline of the music industry in general, are amongst the chief reasons for our inability to continue. It is a harsh but undeniable reality, and one which we are attempting to confront with as much integrity and grace as is afforded by the circumstances.
Hydra Head's roster is long and impressive—they've released records by so many great bands including Botch, Coalesce, Harkonen, Isis, Big Business, Cave In, Helms Alee, Torche, Isis, Neurosis... and literally dozens of others.
Turner started the label in 1993, when he was still in high school. Now, he says they'll cut off new releases in December and then maintain the back catalog in hops of repaying "sizeable debts."
Now would be a good time to show the label some love and stock up on those records you've been meaning to buy. To start, I recommend this, this, and most definitely this. Their whole online catalog is here.
by Dave Segal
on Wed, Sep 5, 2012 at 6:04 PM
Read the details on The Next Web about how Spotify and iTunes Match pay musicians something less than peanuts per play of a song—1/3 of a cent from the latter, a little bit more from the former. Then get properly outraged or blasé or satisfied according to your sense of entitlement re: the business of music. Then go outside and breathe deeply.
by Dave Segal
on Wed, Aug 29, 2012 at 3:46 PM
Amber Schein, former booker of The Rogue & Peasant, informs us that the Fremont bar/music venue "closed its doors permanently as of yesterday. All acts are being rebooked at other venues." More info can be found here. RIP, Rogue & Peasant.
I believe we've asked this question before on Line Out, but technology is ever-changing, and it often evolves faster than we users can keep up. As a consumer of music, I have my own gripes and hypes about some of the more ubiquitous services (the hyper-positive commenting on Soundcloud, or the fact that Bandcamp's Checkout button doesn't automatically open in a new window or tab, thereby shutting off the music that you like so much you decided to buy.
I haven't messed enough with Facebook's feature to decide whether I like it or not as a consumer, and Twitter is an entirely different beast. Also, I have a running theory that rockers use Facebook and heads use Twitter. And are there others out there? I don't even know. Chime in via the comments section to answer an explain/complain.
by Dave Segal
on Fri, Aug 3, 2012 at 11:23 AM
Dave Segal/The Stranger
This is what Seattle's best CD/record store looks like.
Oddly, despite what Seattle Weekly had led me to believe, the Starbucks branch at Olive Way and Summit in Capitol Hill wasn't stocking local duo Dull Knife's self-titled LP on Seattle label Debacle Records. Guess I'll have to go to Wall of Sound or somewhere like that to find it. :( But if you want CDs by Zac Brown Band, Fiona Apple, Maroon 5, Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, Glen Hansard, and Michael Kiwanuka, Starbucks can help you out. (Eric Grandy encountered similar baffling scenarios at other SBUX outlets.)
In other news, Dick's is Seattle's top vegan restaurant.
The lead story in this week's music section is goddamn hilarious. Dave Hernandez, founding bassist and guitarist in the Shins and current member of Little Cuts and the Intelligence, tells honest, funny, embarrassing stories about awkward encounters he's had with Rick Rubin, Ian MacKaye, and David Lovering.
RIck "draped in a white yogi toga wrap" Rubin
The directions to Rubin's place in the Hollywood Hills led our bulky Ford Econoline, filled with sandwich wrappers and dirty socks, up a dangerously steep and curvy one-lane gravel road. Tightly manicured hedges brushed against the oversize van. The further we climbed, the harder it was to imagine what would happen if someone was coming the other way. We finally came to an elaborate wrought-iron gate that looked like it belonged in The Great Gatsby. A voice came through the intercom, and the gate swung open.
After positioning the van between a Bentley and a perfectly restored vintage Triumph, we exited. There was a distinct Disneyland feel to the surroundings—the eerie feeling that everything from cracks in the walls to the air itself had been meticulously engineered. I wanted to run away screaming.
We entered the house just in time to pass Trent Reznor walking away briskly in a black hoodie. Rubin's assistant (who resembled a horny Anton LaVey) guided us through the taxidermy horror show that was the main hall (dead exotic animals completely surrounding us) to the sitting room where we sat in uncomfortable chairs waiting for Rubin. I made sure Phil and I were sitting right next to each other. He was my spirit animal. My giggling, unable-to-stop-fucking-with-me spirit animal.
Rubin entered, and we rose to greet him like he was the pope. He was draped in a white yogi toga robe wrap sort of thing. Huge head, huge beard, huge face... and absolutely the quietest talker ever. He sat like a Buddha and conversed with James Mercer on a number of topics, at one point asking James to scat (James politely turned him down). He told us he needed us to hear his current project and had his assistant turn the stereo on full blast, playing what Phil explained to me was the band Semisonic. We sat in silence watching Rubin rock back and forth, fingering his prayer beads and grinning at us while the ENTIRE ALBUM played from front to back at a deafening level. At some point, I realized I'd made Phil hold my hand. It was all too much.
by Dave Segal
on Thu, Jul 19, 2012 at 10:52 AM
This directive telling employees of Chicago record store Laurie’s Planet of Sound to “NEVER EVER BUY” used CDs recorded by a long list of artists for the should resonate with anyone who’s worked in music retail over the last decade. The litany may be a few years old, and surely many more titles need to be added to it, but the bulk of the albums by artists here have been sitting unloved in used bins for years, like lousy cheese in the colons of sluggish humans. When I worked for Everyday Music in 2003-2004, I’d see discs by post-GreenR.E.M., Cranberries, Alice in Chains, Beck, Björk, and countless others flooding the store like unwanted guests you’re too polite to kick out (EM bought almost everything customers would haul in). I’m surprised these acts didn’t make Laurie's shit list.
That being said, the Laurie’s Planet of Sound list does contain a few surprises—Suede, Flying Luttenbachers, Apes, Grifters, 808 State, Love Battery—but overall it’s a solid document of ignominy, and whoever composed it possesses a sound business mind. (However, who decides what "2nd Tier Hip-Hop" is and by what criteria?) The one entry that’s most damning, though is “most 90s bands.” Harsh!
I possibly regret to inform you that if the sale of grunge items on Seattle's Craigslist doesn't pick up, this will be the last installment of the SCGW. Unfortunately the same items are posted each week, lately the only new items appear to be music instruments. The highlight of this week's SCGW is a person looking for a pair of used Doc Marten boots who lives on the east side ("which, by proxy at the very least, makes me lame"). Obviously, the SCGW pick of the week.
Although the listings are stale, the trend remains up again this week (surprise!) as noted in this week's GRUNGE GRAF:
Listings after the jump, as usual: links will break as listings expire. Click Quick!
"This went from freshly amazing, to sort've old, to the thing that when done long enough becomes progressively more hilarious to the point that I shortle at work. You're doing the Lord's work." - Andrew Malcolm Dooley on Seattle Craigslist Grunge Watch
It's apparent that word of the SCGW is on the street, as the market for grunge items is currently flooded. It's like 1993 has reared it's ugly head once again, one seller is abusing the term to sell a wooden tool box. As you can tell from the below GRUNGE GRAPH, the trend is up once again, for the fourth consecutive week. As they say in the office, "Grunge talks, bullshit walks, grunge doesn't grow on trees, etc." Oh, and the wooden toolbox gets the coveted honor of being the SCGW pick of the week.
Listings after the jump, as usual: links will break as listings expire. Click Quick!
It started on Saturday, when Emily White, a 20-year-old NPR intern, admitted that she's really only ever paid for about 15 CDs in her life, but she has over 11,000 songs in her iTunes. She collected the songs from mix CDs, her college radio station's music library (which she worked at), other people's iTunes, and, yes, some illegal downloading, and she (apparently) doesn't feel too bad about not paying these artists any money for the music she enjoys every day.
And boy did the shit fly.
Really, White didn't say anything that isn't already true for a whole bunch of other people. She was just given a platform in which to say it. But, even if I initially wanted to roll my eyes and walk away from it, her post has spurred a discussion that should've happened years ago. A number of musicians have come out to defend paying for music, music fans are coming clean about their downloading habits and discussing when it's okay, when it's not okay, and thinking about what it means to share music without artist compensation.
The funniest response is from Yo La Tengo. She named them in her post as a band whose music she got for free and yesterday they Tweeted this:
Ugh, Guitar Center has been an unfortunate force to reckon with ever since I started playing music, and sometimes it is the only option when you are on tour in some weird town and need to make an emergency purchase. But when I think of every lame comment I’ve heard from a sales rep there, from overt chauvinism (“this girl was a pretty good drummer, not just for a chick, but you know, actually good!”) to patronizing comments presuming you don’t know what you are doing, to aggressive masturbatory peacock-ing (I had a sales guy actually pick a guitar out of my hands and try to continue a sales conversation while he casually shredded out a solo) I get pretty bummed.
That said, last year I ran across a really interesting interview in the Denver Westword with Guitar Center Vice President of Operations Laura Taylor about how she was was fully aware of the way women get treated in the stores and was trying to improve it.
"Being a female, being a player, being in a male-dominated industry for so many years, I was the one who approached my boss [Gene Joly, Executive Vice President of Guitar Center stores]. I said, "Look: this is something that we really need to focus on." It has been off everyone's radar, and it is just how it has always been...One of the Girls Rock Camps didn't want to join into this alliance with Guitar Center. They didn't want to take any of the opportunities we were able to give because they had had such bad experiences in our stores. We are still working with them to change that. But when we hear stuff like that — and I've heard that pretty much verbatim from customers, that the experience is just awful — you wouldn't want anyone to treat anybody that way. Again, it is our industry. It is male-dominated. It always has been. In the 22 years I've been with Guitar Center — which, I mean I'm 42, so most of my life I have been in this industry — I've seen where it has evolved and where it hasn't, and where we need to go. I'm really excited, and I really do believe that we can make a difference and we are going to."
I thought that was pretty awesome that some steps were being made to fix this! Maybe now I wont have to mentally prepare myself for demeaning comments when I just wanna buy cables! Except I haven't really needed anything from there lately, and that interview took place last year. Has anyone noticed any difference in the way that you are getting treated in the stores?
The four major labels—Warner Bros., Universal, EMI, and Sony—have tapped an anti-piracy company called proMedia to search the web for copyright infringements. The twist here is that proMedia employs students to snitch on other students who are pirating music on blogs, forums, and file-hosting sites. proMedia’s operatives track down students using BitTorrent or P2P networks and strong-arm them into paying thousands of dollars per violation of intellectual property to the record companies.
I’m against stealing music, but this tactic represents a new low in dealing with the issue of lost revenues. It’s more likely to generate yet more ill will toward the majors, rather than profits.
Another week, another bunch of things on Craigslist. This week's Grunge Watch is heavy with musical equipment, probably due to people cleaning out basements for what the PNW calls spring. It's June 13th, I'm wearing a cardigan.
For the analysts, the trend is up again this week. We saw a 5% decrease in lamestain futures. Unfortunately, the cob nobblers of last week remained unsold, the autographed Bleach CD and Chris Cornell photo are still available. In addition, the Alice In Chains shirt also hasn't moved, though it would compliment a pair of wack slacks nicely.
First up, the SCGW pick of the week:
local seattle concert posters- over 100 - $50 (covington) Though the price may be a little steep, this looks like a collection of contemporary hand bills from the Seattle region. It appears that some of the fliers are in a bound plastic folder, which can assure you that this seller means business when it comes to condition.
Dod FX-60 - GRUNGE - $50 (Seattle) Look for the owner of this device at Comedy Underground soon, because this description is funny. Have a look at the whole listing for "many laffs," but ponder this bewildering wrap-up sentence right now: "PS - Citizen Dick plays a show like every other night so you are not going to miss anything if we meet up for a sale at the Off Ramp."