Check out John Lydon on the legalization of drugs on this recent episode of BBC TV showQuestion Time.
He's always a been a blow-hard, but what he's saying does have some truth in it, and sense to it—though he can't convince other panel guest, conservative member of parliament Louise Mensch. But then again, she won't even admit what kind of drugs she's taken in the past...
LAST DAYS HERE (Don Argott and Demian Fenton, US, 2012, 91 mins.)
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Liebling (German for "Darling")
Last Days Here joins the ranks of documentaries about artists who've kept the dream alive against all odds. Depending on your point of view, that makes Bobby Liebling, lead singer for Pentagram, an admirable figure or a delusional one. It's also a cautionary tale about a rocker who never picked up a second trade—you too could end up in the family basement, subsisting on Fig Newtons and crack.
by Dave Segal
on Fri, May 11, 2012 at 2:51 PM
Not to come over all schoolmarmish about things, but talking in the crowd during musical performances has been a chronic problem… probably since long before all of us were born. But that doesn’t mean we can’t make an effort right now to STFU more often while attending shows. (I feel like this concept needs to be repeated on a weekly basis to everyone everywhere. Note: I am not blameless, either.)
Now dig this big crux: If you have to shout to be heard and you’re not conveying information that could wait till there’s a break in the music, then you should hold your tongue—especially if you’ve been drinking cheap beer, eating cold cuts, smoking cigarettes, and are leaning into my face to chatter. Anyway, anything you have to say will be better understood when the music drops out— and there’s the bonus of showing the musicians a little respect while they’re pouring their hearts out onstage for you.
Let’s all make a concerted effort to be more quiet and attentive at concerts, eh?
In 1973, the Who drummer Keith Moon took fifteen horse tranquilizers and chased them with brandy before a show on the Quadrophenia tour. It was at the Cow Palace in Daly City, CA. Moon passed out soon after, during “Won’t Get Fooled Again.” It’s never been revealed, but the reason Moon was so fired up and horse pill swallowing, was that he’d been listening to Trans Am’s 1997 song “Carboforce.” Via a crack in the space-time continuum, Moon heard the song, even though it hadn’t been recorded yet. A sonic plane had ripped and shifted in the parallel multiverse, (where time is wound around a separate and chaotic ergodicity), and a vinyl pressing of Trans Am’s Surrender to the Night shot from an obelisk portal and landed on the turntable in Moon’s dressing room. While getting ready to play, Moon heard the song, became aroused, and commanded, “Someone get me some fucking horse tranquilizers, I’m fucking Keith Moon.”
Er·god·ic (adj) : of or pertaining to the condition that, in an interval of sufficient duration, a system will return to states that are closely similar to previous ones: the assumption of such a condition underlies statistical methods used in modern dynamics and atomic theory. In Moon’s case, the state he was returning to was unconsciousness, that of being unborn. Nothingness. Endlessness. Void.
A pre-existent void to which Moon returned: Where the band Trans Am rides titan machine thoroughbreds 40 hands high.
Those that are hip to all that is good for them might wanna fuck with No 1 2 Look Up 2, the new mixtape from the young Queens MC Big Baby Gandhi. If you like the outlandish, rap-referential of BBG's big homies Das Racist, you might just dig him; voice pinched like Danny Brown, gloriously stupid-smart with a rusty, bodega-bound Def Jukie sensibility, BBG caught my ear last year with his self-produced debut Big Fucking Baby. Amidst all the good weirdo-rap-for-people-that-like-rap that's been lapping at my lobes for the last few months, among my favorite stuff has been the tapes from the Greedhead crew (full disclosure: Greedhead, duh, is putting out the new album from my group Don't Talk To The Cops!, so make of this what you will); Himanshu's Nehru Jackets, Kool A.D.'s Hyphy Ballads and BBG's last joint all get slapped like the Three Stooges (no, I REALLY don't wanna talk about it).
Canadian jet-setter, turntablist legend A-Trak produced this grimy (dip-)joint featuring what currently have to be the rap game's druggiest: Oscar winner Juicy J (enjoying a recent renaissance via a strong run of pharmacologically fueled solo mixtapes) and Detroit's tiger Danny Brown, making for an addictive ode to being, as my mother would've said, high as Cootie Brown. That hook is steady stuck in my head now and I've never had a PO nor a job that required a UA, thank god. Witness a confluence of the signature rap adlibs, as J's "trippy!" meets Brown's battle cry "style." Yeah, and parole officers still don't get no respect outchea.
Word around town is that "Volcano" by local weedsters TacocaT is in the running for Pot Song of the Year by High Times Magazine. In addition, TacocaT will be opening the High Times Magazine Doobie Awards 2012 SXSW Party in March*. I spoke briefly with an anonymous TacocaT to get the scoop on grass and what it means to the band.
How important is pot to TacocaT as a band? Fun is important to TacocaT as a band. Pot makes things more fun. So somewhat important.
What is the song "Volcano" about? About the vaporizer of the same name. We were hoping they'd send us a free one, but it hasn't happened yet. Hint, hint: 334 17th Ave / Apartment A / Seattle WA, 98122
What's the best thing about smoking pot? Getting high. Everything really IS more fun when you're high, or at least when I'm high. I don't want to speak for you.
What's the best way to smoke pot? Hmmmm, bong or vaporizer. Or apple.
How much does pot cost? $20 per 1.6 grams, roughly.
How funny is Cheech and Chong? Moderately funny.
Is pot the best drug? I think so. I've never tried heroin though. People seem to love that stuff.
When was the first time you smoked pot? The day before I graduated from high school.
Where were you? What happened? It was the "senior sleepover" where all the seniors slept at the school the day before graduation. We walked to the end of the football field and i smoked two puffs. I went back to my van and didn't really feel very high.
Do you like Tom Petty? No. I LOVE tom petty.
Are you good at rolling joints? Like a B+.
How do you feel about reggae? I love old reggae. Except Bob Marley and Peter Tosh. Toots and the Maytals are wonderful.
Do you often get into fist fights? Only once.
What are the best varieties of pot? Hmm... Alaskan Thunderfuck has the best name and is the best weed.
Does everybody in TacocaT smoke pot? One member takes fake hits, so its hard to say.
Good luck at the weed contest, TacocaT!
*The High Times website doesn't seem to list TacocaT yet, I'm sure they'll get around to it eventually, mon.
A few days ago, Emily was searching for songs about pizza on YouToob and came across this infectious gem. Taken from a scene in the 1995 masterpiece You're Invited to Mary-Kate & Ashley's Sleepover Party, the 1/2 speed version sounds a whole lot like a lo-fi cough syrup four-track masterpiece. The Olsen Twinz & three female bros (the one in the purple top is defs XX chromosomes) go through a gross-out list of things to put on a pizza, now that the parental supervision is scant. The original version is really fast, the high kid voices turn into absolute brilliance when cut in half. Judging by the number of views and remixes, this video has been around the block more than a few times; sorry to be so late to the table.
*Highlights include every second between 0:00 & 3:42.
He also talks shit on his brother, on the Smiths, and on himself. Apparently during his supermodels-and-blow years, he ordered a custom-built supercar for himself even though he didn't have a driving license, and then forgot about it, and when it showed up at his house he had no idea what they were talking about. The guy was mad as custard!
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but in the words of Richard Fariña: "Its a long long way down to Reno Nevada, it's a long long way to your home." Apparently, the journey back was too much for Seattle's favorite porcine mammary; Tit Pig has decided to split after a particularly chaotic night of unmentionable antics in the biggest little city on the last leg of their tour.
Heshers all across King county may be shedding a tear, but don't despair; Singer Sean Prawn tells me there are new projects in the works. I was talking to one of their fans Ben Cissner about it, who said, “You should mention that on the bright side, we won't have to grit our teeth through a strained sophomore concept album.” “But Ben...they don't even have a freshman album...I think they just had a tape” “That’s why it’s funny”
It's going to be a long weekend, especially if you went out last night for one of the many great shows. It's really important that you pace yourself so you don't become this guy. And I'm not just taking about his fauxhawk.
From John & Beverly Martyn's Stormbringer album, the title track, "Stormbringer," stops me cold every time.
Martyn, an English folky who was a MAJOR heavy for over THRITY years, always could pull some heavy heart strings. He could make you feel sadder and more crushed than most of the saddest and most crushing of blues.
My fave online quote regarding Martyn, from his obit in The Guardian...
John Martyn was one of those people, rare in the narcissistic world of rock and pop, who realised what he produced was far more important than who he was.