They were slated to play Vera tomorrow night. End Hits has the scoop.
It looks like we've got a wet blanket on our hands in the form of a disgruntled Baltic Room neighbor who—surprise, surprise—moved within blocks of a nightclub and thinks it's too loud. A large number of complaints, apparently from one individual, have led SPD to make a series of visits to the club lately, most recently on Wednesday night during Decibel's Mary Anne Hobbs show. I received an email from Decibel's Sean Horton outlining the situation:
On Wednesday April 13th 2011, from approximately 10pm until 1:10am, we were continually threatened by the SPD with a possible shut down and incarceration when we were clearly under the 90dB noise ordinance limit (readings came in at an average of 75dB through out the night, while standing directly out front of The Baltic Room at 1207 Pine St). We monitored the volume all night and I can say for certain that had the police been monitoring the volume with their own dB meter, they would have come to the same conclusion. If we're under the limit, how are we breaking any law and how can we be threatened with a shut down/incarceration if there's no police evidence that we were over the limit? Until we get an actual reading from the police, this sort of threat is unjustified.
Link to Mary Anne Hobbs blog about last night, which talks about this issue:
Det. Mark Jamieson, SPD's media relations officer, implied that as long as the club continues to work with the city that the issue can be worked out in a manner agreeable to all parties involved. Their criteria for determining what is an acceptable noise level, however, is a little ambiguous. The legal dB limit on the books is not the only factor used when determining if the volume is considered excessive. Other factors are based largely on the officers discretion, such as their general sense of the noise outside the club and whether or not it can be heard directly in the complainant'(s) residence, Jamieson said.
Events will continue to happen at Baltic Room, but will the SPD be on hand monitoring dB levels all night? Talk about a buzz-kill. Hopefully the new sound-proofing measures will alleviate the issue before things escalate any further. It'd be unfortunate to see the opinion of one person threaten the entire sustainability of a club that has done so much to up their game in terms of renovations and quality bookings and has become a vital spot for electronic music in Seattle.
You should have asked to use "Road to Nowhere."
They practice witchcraft to harness their power
Pedophile rape lil kids for energy
The Satanic rituals; W.T.C. (R.I.P.)
They let the Pentagon on fire
That's lighting the pentagram on fire
All these bodies for what?
So you could scare everybody into one world huh?
I'm not on some bring '94 back shit here but you can go ahead and be excited about Flocka, or Travises Porter and Barker—but don't you sleep on P. HOW DARE YOU QUESTION HIS TREND SETTING, LOOK AT WHAT HE BROUGHT TO THE TABLE. I might just blog a fuckin' Prodigy video a day until he's home.
Despite a triumphant concert in Miami and a Grammy win within the last few months, Buju Banton's dark days are not behind him. After an initial trial on drug charges was declared a mistrial, Banton has been found guilty of conspiring to set up a Florida cocaine deal back in 2009.
...Banton was arrested in December 2009 on charges that he tried to set up a cocaine deal in the Tampa area. Though, Banton maintained he was merely trying to impress the drug dealers because he thought they had record industry contracts.
...Banton was found guilty of conspiracy to possess with the intent to distribute cocaine, possession of a firearm in furtherance of a drug trafficking offense and using the wires to facilitate a drug trafficking offense. He was acquitted on a fourth charge of attempted possession with the intent to distribute cocaine.
Banton could face up to 20 years in jail.
Can't imagine this video's concept helped. Them judges be watchin!
I walked by, two hours ago, heading to Pike Market. Walked back by a little bit ago, and he’s still there. I went in, for a closer look-see.
Someone should call the cops and arrest this guy, right now. It's a sunny day, a person shouldn’t be playing this video game this long. I heard him say the word, “Fortnight.” WHAT?? This guy has people chained to tables, somewhere in Eastern Washington, in a subterranean room, and he’s doing things to their fingers, toes, and skin with chemicals. He also plays with Star Wars figures on their foreheads.
The Rambo game says, “Be the ultimate warrior ‘Rambo’ and shoot and rage!” Holy fucking shit. Whoever is downtown, get out now.
The van is pulled over into an inspection area and we get out. Eight inspection agents with flashlights and pistols stand next to the eight from Mad Rad — Champagne Champagne. The drug dog inside the van is barking hysterically. Like it has never barked before. “I FOUND IT, I FOUND IT, I FOUND IT, I FOUND IT.” Loud, clearly enunciated, trained barks. The dog that was inside the car next to us got out of that car and ran inside our van, and started barking. Not good. Multiple dogs going nuts inside the van. I say to the lead agent, “Beautiful sunset.” And it was. A pink into burnt orange, light blue becoming dark. The inspection agent did not respond.
We had not been stupid. There was nothing in the van. That we could remember. But how thorough had we been? One of Thomas’ bags was of particular interest to the dogs. The agent said, “The dog is detecting large quantities of drugs in this bag, but there are no drugs in it.” Thomas had his dirty clothes in it, and shrugged. The agent dumped them on the ground. Dog still going nuts, “THIS IS IT, THIS IS IT, THIS IS IT. DO I GET A TREAT NOW.”
The van was thoroughly inspected. P had forgotten one item in a forgotten pocket in his P coat. He was read his rights, answered some questions, handed over the forgotten item, and that was it. We were told we could get back in the van and be on our way. I thought for sure we were fucked.
Also, good morning!
A task force made up of local and federal law enforcement agencies is actively pursuing leads into the 1997 slaying of hip hop artist Christopher Wallace, better known as Biggie Smalls or Notorious B.I.G., according to two sources familiar with the investigation.
According to one law enforcement source, the investigation into the 13-year-old unsolved case was "reinvigorated" months ago as a result of new information, but the source would not elaborate further because of the ongoing investigation that includes the Los Angeles Police Department, L.A. County District Attorney's Office and the FBI.
Full story-so-far here.
Today I hopped over to the Deerhunter/Atlas Sound blog to (very belatedly) get my hands on all four volumes of the latest free Atlas Sound Bedroom Databank releases (I'm the kind of superfan that has to—and up until this point, has had—every single Atlas Sound recording ever), only to find this bummerific post at the top of the page:
"Your Files Have Been Deleted"
Apparently Sony Music Owns my bedroom. Feel free to call or email and let them know what you think. I can understand them requesting for me to remove a cover but the only one I can imagine that happening with is Dylan. Which was on Vol. 1. Which was not deleted. I am re-uploading the files now. I'll put new links in the posts.
The file Atlas_Sound_Bedroom_Databank_Vol_2.zip identified by the key (17q0oya5mkx84ow) has been deleted by Sony Music Entertainment on November 26, 2010 at 12:44pm.
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Information about the party that deleted the file
Company Name: Sony Music Entertainment
Contact Address: 550 Madison Ave., 24th Fl. New York, NY 10022
Contact Name: Anti-Piracy
Contact Phone: 212.833.4976
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The specific reason for the removal was:
unauthorized reproduction and distribution of copyrighted sound recordings owned or exclusively distributed by Sony Music. This is a post-only mailing. Replies to this message are not monitored or answered.
So there you have it. WTF, Sony? I don't think I'm speaking out of turn here when I say that you don't own Bradford Cox's personal home recordings, that he was only trying to share, for free, with his fans. I'll wait to hear more about this (if more comes to light) and in the meantime, wait for those links to pop back up. As far as Mediafire file-sharing controversies go, the Logos leak, this ain't...
Limewire's file-sharing service was shutdown by court order today. But I can't remember the last time I used Limewire. These days, you can just Google "[album title/band name] .rar" and find your way to any number of online file hosting sites or aggregators with full albums, individual songs, and what have you. Yeah, stuff pops up and gets taken down, and sometimes it's not as good for that specific remix of that specific song (hypemachine's better for that), but you can find pretty much whatever you're looking for. At this rate, the courts will start closing these sites down around 2015, by which time we'll probably all be sharing files by some other means anyway. So, yeah, it's another symbolic victory for copyright law and the record labels, but I don't think it substantively changes anything.
(Note: You are still encouraged to buy records because you want to support artists/believe in some kind of karma/enjoy artwork and packaging.)
Derek Erdman just moved to Seattle from Chicago. As he is hilarious, Line Out wanted to give him a weekly column, and all we told him was that it had to somehow tie into music and/or the city at night. Instead of doing this, he basically wrote something that apologized a couple times for not really having anything to do with either, and then he wouldn't touch it. Thusly, we give you the first installment of Caperin' with Derek Erdman. Look for it every Monday! —Eds.
Before I moved to Seattle, people sent me a bunch of articles about the Seattle Freeze. I didn’t really read the articles because I don’t really like to read, but I gathered that when you go to Seattle people are really nice but they don’t invite you to their parties. One of my roommates and I stayed up until 6 am the other night doing bong rips (her, not me) and we discussed this nifty phenomenon, but she thought it just meant that people in Seattle aren’t friendly at all. I’ve had at least 11 people from Chicago ask me if the Seattle Freeze is true. Geez Louise, I dunno! There’s some wonderful graffiti on the I-5 that says “WHY LIE THIS PLACE SUCKS”. When I told an ex-girlfriend who had moved to Seattle two years ago that I was moving here, her initial reply “WHY? THIS PLACE STINKS!”. She’s since moved away, which perhaps has something to do with me because I’m an awful boyfriend. But no, people really like to not like this place!
Trust me, I don’t intend on writing about being new to this town forever, because eventually I won’t be. But there are a number of things that I find confounding about this place that other people don’t at all seem to notice. LIKE GARBAGE. In Chicago you can throw a couch or an Ikea OMAR (oh, brother) shelf in the alley and some city truck will come and take it away. Apparently here you have to take the same things to a place and pay them to take it! I understand the necessity of this, but it really just causes people to leave furniture in the roundabout at Donovan and 12th. I’m sure this happens in other places, but recently at this particular location I’ve seen a particle-board hutch, half of a futon, four TVs, and a mostly destroyed wicker chair with a sign that exclaimed “FREE!”
A few nights ago, I stood on the corner of 1st and Broad in Belltown and asked people what they thought of Seattle. I don’t have a problem approaching strangers, but I think most people are uncomfortable being asked pointed questions on their way to eat. It seemed to me that most people visiting from out of town loved it here. Three people that lived here simply stated that they’re moving to other places. While in Belltown, I was tempted to eat, but decided to stay far away from Umi Sake House. When Rap Master Maurice was on Too Beautiful To Live in 2008, Luke Burbank suggested that I go there and it was a delight (though I may have been on drugs). But in the four times I’ve been back since, the quality has decreased rapidly. Look, I made a graph!
I like nearly everything about Seattle, except for Taco Time. Man, that place makes me so mad. It’s become the thing by which everything must be judged, forcing me to always look on the bright side of everything. Last week, I went into the apartment that I just rented near Alki Beach, and the inside was teeming with flies. My first thought was: At least this was better than living at Taco Time! The next day I spent the first part of my day calling a bunch of Taco Times pretending that I worked there and needed to call off because I was sick. Some of the people that I talked to got really mad, so I figured we’re almost even. I do have to admit though, their ice is great. It’s that crushed-up, hospital-type of ice. But those crunchy burritos are totally gross “food sticks,” like edible batons to be passed in some sort of sub-par Mexi-fast food relay race. Also, I can’t ever seem to find a post office here. I had to mail a bunch of hamburgers today and I sat in a McDonalds parking lot trying to find a post office on my phone for at least 20 minutes. Eventually I found one in Georgetown and it was empty and the clerk was really friendly. THEN I went next door to a sandwich shop called Sandwich Shop. It looked like it was from 1982 on the outside and it looked like 1986 on the inside. The sandwiches looked much like those my aunt Judy used to make me when I was six, and when I got home to eat it, there was a dollar bill between the paper and the sandwich. People just seem to love The Sandwich Shop on Yelp, but I certainly didn’t see anybody there when I went.
Recently, I went to the Pony to see La Sera and Broomsticks. I’ve decided that I’m going to try to spend at least 70 percent of the rest of my life at Pony, which reminds me of a mix between the punker bar in the movie After Hours and the punker bar Tech Noir from The Terminator. It was La Sera’s second show ever, and they’re going to have a record out on Hardly Art soon because their music is lilting and divine. The guitar leads sound like keyboards! A person named Carlos Alberto Fernandez Lopez (referred to as SLOPEZ by his ex-coworkers at Ikea) was telling people that in the last episode of M*A*S*H*, Captain Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce kills himself, which is absolutely NOT the truth. I was introduced to the love of my life this same night, which was a puffy blue Michelin Man jacket worn by a person named Johnny. I couldn’t stop telling him how much I liked that jacket, and I later found out that he left it in his car with the doors unlocked and somebody stole it.
When Grant asked if I’d like to write a column for The Stranger, I was ecstatic. Not only because I’m going to be able to do things and meet people and then write about them without really asking first, but because the Stranger is five times better than the weekly I was used to in Chicago. Grant mentioned that I’ll have to write mostly about music and nightlife, which I certainly intend on doing more of from now on. I just thought this would be a nice way to meet you. HELLO. If you have any events or places that you think a new person in town should have a look at, please don’t hesitate to contact me.
Oh, about the house that I rented near Alki Beach: The landlord told me that a guy killed himself while living there, and it’s in my lease that I’m not allowed to have dogs even visit the premises. Alas, it doesn’t say anything about not having giant housewarming parties, which is why I’m inviting everybody that reads this to the one that I’m going to have in November. It will be all day long, so you really don’t have an excuse not to come. I’ll be giving free haircuts. TAKE THAT, SEATTLE FREEZE.
Okay, I'm not the biggest fan of Vampire Weekend (don't hate them either, just not really my thing), but I do find something aesthetically appealing about this cover, even though I liked the last one better. Someone, as you may have read by now, has a problem with the cover though:
The record label for the indie rock group "Vampire Weekend" says it did nothing wrong in using a photo of model Ann Kirsten Kennis on the cover of its recent album, "Contra."
Kennis has filed a $2 million dollar lawsuit against the band, the record label, and a photographer, claiming she never authorized the use of the photo of her wearing a yellow Polo-monogrammed shirt and standing against a bare wall.
So, Ugly or Not Ugly?
The New York Times has an excellent lazy Sunday read on performing rights organizations like BMI and ASCAP. Anyone whose livelihood involves music in any way should read this. Here are some some of the more interesting bits:
[Devon] Baker, 30, is a licensing executive with Broadcast Music Incorporated, otherwise known as BMI. The firm is a P.R.O., or performing rights organization; P.R.O.’s license the music of the songwriters and music publishers they represent, collecting royalties whenever that music is played in a public setting. Which means that if you buy a CD by, say, Ryan Adams, or download one of his songs from iTunes, and play it at your family reunion, even if 500 people come, you owe nothing. But if you play it at a restaurant you own, then you must pay for the right to harness Adams’s creativity to earn money for yourself. Which leaves you with three choices: you can track down Ryan Adams, make a deal with him and pay him directly; you can pay a licensing fee to the P.R.O. that represents him — in this case, BMI; or you can ignore the issue altogether and hope not to get caught.
On the road, Baker’s client-management software offers her a list of common excuses — 24 in all — to keep track of what she’s told. But in the end, she knows it’s a game, a game she’s going to win. Because after all the phone calls, letters and visits, she possesses a secret weapon: the law. Whether or not a music user believes copyright infringement is a big deal, violators face fines of anywhere from $750 to $150,000 per song. If after several years, a violator refuses to back down, Baker ups the ante and sends what is known in-house as “the Larry Stevens letter,” named after one of Baker’s bosses, informing them that their case is being referred to BMI’s lawyers. Most but not all cases are settled out of court. That’s because in 51 years, BMI has never lost a single case it has tried.
One click with Blue Arrow and we knew that “Happy Days” was broadcast at five different times that morning on networks in the Southeast. Another click determined that it was used in a commercial for Country Crock margarine. Yet another click located its source: a music library in Atlanta. A few more key punches, and you knew if the library got their fee.
Read all of it here.
h/t: Kerri Harrop!
A federal appeals court on Tuesday tossed out a government policy that can lead to broadcasters being fined for allowing even a single curse word on live television, concluding that the rule was unconstitutionally vague and had a chilling effect on broadcasters.
The 2nd U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals in Manhattan struck down the 2004 Federal Communications Commission policy, under which profanity referring to sex or excrement was always considered indecent.
"By prohibiting all `patently offensive' references to sex, sexual organs and excretion without giving adequate guidance as to what 'patently offensive' means, the FCC effectively chills speech, because broadcasters have no way of knowing what the FCC will find offensive," the appeals court wrote.
Now the FCC can't fine a broadcaster if their self-important blowhard of a guest says "Fucking brilliant," on the air.
Girl Trouble has posted the documents (which are public record) on the website—you can see them here—and the band has hired Wade Neal, a local entertainment lawyer (as well as a member of the totally rad band Seaweed) to represent them here in Washington. Neal says he's hoping to work with an attorney in Ohio (where Gorilla Productions is based) so they can get the case dismissed.
"Gorilla's lawsuit has very negative implications for free speech and it is harmful to the music community," says Neal. "In our view, Gorilla is doing business in questionable ways, and is now filing a baseless claim against a group that is just trying to express a valid opinion. The content on Bon's website is protected speech, plain and simple. "
In the legal documents you can see the list of examples of supposed defamation that got Gorilla Productions all worked into a tizzy. #33 is probably my favorite:
Defendants' conduct also constitutes "defamation per quod" as Defendants falsely accuse Plaintiff of engaging in defamation through interpretation and innuendo. Such defamation can be found on Defendants' website where they claim that: 1) plaintiff is a giant gorilla head that is taking over; 2) a record deal with Plaintiff is virtually worthless; 3) Plaintiff made a failed pitch to MTV for a reality series; 4) indication that the photo of the Gorilla members contained on a web-site is a "groovy group photo showing how much fun they have."
So basically Gorilla is suing because Girl Trouble's website said they were "a giant gorilla head that is taking over"? They're also pissed that, when searching their name in Google, one of the first things that shows up in the drop-down menu is "Gorilla Productions Scam" (see #36).
The band will continue to post updates at www.neverpaytoplay.com, and they are planning on setting up a legal defense fund, should anyone want to donate to help them cover the costs of this pricey process. I'll post the information for that as soon as it becomes available.
Craggy Mick! Have you ever gotten a royalty? Call Merlin the Magician! Get your lawyer before you know which loo to use! HAIR.
UPDATE: Bonus points if you can spot Kelly O's high school boyfriend.
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