
Drummer Chuck Biscuits—who has played with Black Flag, Danzig, the Circle Jerks, and Social Distortion—passed away Saturday afternoon from throat cancer. He was 44 years old.
The blog JG2 has a great write up about all of his musical accomplishments here.
UPDATE: According to the latest update on the JG2 blog, Chuck Biscuits is not dead. His wife has contacted the author of the post, saying Chuck is alive. Apparently the writer got bad information from a source claiming to be someone they weren't. Strange.

Flowered Up's Liam Maher just died.
Maher was the lead singer of London's early '90s answer to the acid-house baggy sound of Manchester's Happy Mondays and The Stone Roses, and rarely got much credit from the press despite a mad live reputation and being behind one of the era's most ambitious never-ending anthems.
"Weekender," nearly thirteen minutes long and released on Heavenly Records (Beth Orton, Saint Etienne, Manic Street Preachers) is what you get when the scene's earth-breaking hedonism flouts the abyss with an ever-changing epic of quintessential attitude, monstrous drugs, echoed guitars, a sort of daft earnestness, and electric currents of positivity, essentially becoming both an emblem and a tribute to the sound of the times.
Heavenly writes:
It ran through styles faster than kids escaping from a corner shop break in, sprinting from guitar-heavy mooching shuffle to stoned ambient middle to final insanity race to the end, all the while Liam railing against weekend clubbers, promoting a fatalistic 24-7 party lifestyle.
The song spawned a short film by seminal music-video director Wiz.
As well as The Twang's entire career.
Maybe now they'll be missed.
A big chunk of hiphop history died this morning of a heart attack:
One of Hip Hop's earliest radio allies, pioneering deejay John "Mr. Magic" Rivas died, which has been confirmed by numerous sources in and around the Rap industry. In addition to being one of the culture's gatekeepers through his position at radio station at 105.9 WHBI FM, Mr. Magic is considered to be a co-founder of The Juice Crew, the legendary 1980s outfit of Marley Marl, MC Shan Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap, Roxanne Shante, Fly Ty Williams, Biz Markle, Craig G, TJ Swan, Masta Ace and Tragedy Khadafi.

From 1983 to eternity, The Juice Crew:
Local musician Brian Redman died Saturday night in a tragic car accident. Brian was the bassist for Trial, and has also played in bands Left With Nothing, Three Inches of Blood, and the Dirty Knockers.
Redman was a monster on the bass—Trial's reunion performances at the Vera Project this year, and then again at Burning Fight in Chicago, were two of the best live shows I have seen all year.
RIP, Brian. You will be missed.
One of the greatest turntablists ever, Roc Raida, passed away Sept. 19 from complications arising from an accident, according to Wikipedia, although allhiphop.com reports that the actual cause of death remains unclear.
I had the good fortune to witness Raida, who was Busta Rhymes' tour DJ and winner of the 1995 DMC World DJ Championship, perform about a half dozen times with the X-Ecutioners. They never failed to dazzle with their precise, intricate, witty, and funky routines. The amount of rehearsal time, arranging skills, and hand-eye coordination required to execute their Technics & wax compositions boggles the mind. To hell with anyone who thinks turntablists aren't musicians.
RIP, Roc Raida.

I know it's silly, Peter, Paul & Mary can be mocked as much for their children's music ("Puff The Magic Dragon") as for their pop, white-bread versions of Dylan classics ("Don't Think Twice, It's Alright", "Blowin' In The Wind"). For me, though, Peter, Paul & Mary meant much more.
I was a child of baby boomers; culturally more than literally. My father was born at the end of the great depression, and my mother was a war baby. That's World War II. Even though they were born just before the massive boom of childbirth at the end of the war, most of their friends and co-workers through their lives and careers were of the generation that brought folk music to the world stage.
When growing up I used to go into our basement where my mother kept all her old records, reel-to-reel tapes and her hi-fi stereo and tape deck. I would hook them up myself (her original hi-fi was one of the traveling record players who's speakers folded in on top of the player so it could be carried to a party like a dinosaur version of the boom-box, which itself is extinct now....) stretching the speakers way out to each side of the room so i could experiment with the balance nob and listen to how her old "In Living Stereo" records were divided up between the left and right speakers.
My mother would have killed me had she known I was doing this. For her, this was akin to the rifling through parent’s drawers that all kids do when they come home from school and their parents aren't home. She didn't like for her old music to be messed with. Every album and every tape were numbered and filed using something like the Dewey system; each with it's correct place in the collection. Alphabetized and categorized. (Did I tell you she started her career as a librarian, then moved on to be a clerk for the government?)

I guess now you would say my mother had passé taste. Her music collection comes to a complete halt in the mid '60's just before my brother was born. As The Beatles started storm America, take over the airwaves and record stores, putting the folk-singers out of business, my mother stopped buying records. So her collection at times seemed frozen in amber. But her records and hi-fi system were an amazing thing to me, and through them I learned to love old folk music. I use to think it was so cool how Joan Baez and Odetta and Peter Paul & Mary could turn performances at concerts and festivals into rapturous sing-a-longs. Turning even the most stale environments into backyard "hootenanys".
When I was finally old enough that my parents thought me responsible enough to have my own little tape player, they joined the Columbia Music Club and bought a few tapes for the family to listen to on my new little stereo. The first was Peter Paul & Mary’s greatest hits collection, “10”.
Author, poet, and musician Jim Carroll died of a heart attack in his Manhattan apartment on Friday, September 11th. He was 60 years old.
Also: he is also the man doing the spoken word part in Rancid's "Junkie Man":
RIP, Jim Carroll.
Activision is responding to queries regarding the usage of Kurt Cobain's likeness in Guitar Hero 5 with the following statement "Guitar Hero secured the necessary licensing rights from the Cobain estate in a written agreement signed by Courtney Love to use Kurt Cobain's likeness as a fully playable character in Guitar Hero® 5."Krist Novoselic and Dave Grohl, the two surviving members of Nirvana, have no say whatsoever in the usage of Kurt Cobain's likeness.
From Dave Grohl and Krist Novoselic, who mostly just don't want Cobain's ghost lip-synching along to Bon Jovi:
This is a statement regarding Nirvana, Guitar Hero and the likeness of the late Kurt Cobain.We want people to know that we are dismayed and very disappointed in the way a facsimile of Kurt is used in the Guitar Hero game. The name and likeness of Kurt Cobain are the sole property of his estate - we have no control whatsoever in that area.
While we were aware of Kurt's image being used with two Nirvana songs, we didn't know players have the ability to unlock the character. This feature allows the character to be used with any kind of song the player wants. We urge Activision to do the right thing in "re-locking" Kurt's character so that this won't continue in the future.
It's hard to watch an image of Kurt pantomiming other artists' music alongside cartoon characters. Kurt Cobain wrote songs that hold a lot of meaning to people all over the world. We feel he deserves better.
Krist Novoselic and Dave Grohl
And as always, the ever eloquent Love herself:
# nor was going to and my quote on grphl stands, he financed his mothers home and his own with kurts etstae not his "own" money.about 1 hour ago from web# activision know this aos very very bad press indeed wait til you see what MY lovely lawyer has cooked up, i never ever signed off on thisabout 1 hour ago from web
# all sorts of shit, and even then i had no intention of doing his btw we get NO money for this, travesty, Frances gets NO money for the rape.about 1 hour ago from web

Fat handed rock lummoxes Oasis have finally been put out of our misery after splitting up yesterday (Friday).Cracking me up: "Fat handed rock lummoxes..." and "a lot of cunting misery..."The band, responsible for one good album, one alright album and a lot of cunting misery on top of that have split up five times before due to constant squabbling between the band's chief song writer Noel and genetically 'curious' singer, Liam.
The statement was made on the band's official website. Noel said: "It's with some sadness and great relief to tell you that I quit Oasis tonight.
Best of all is the paragraph that spreads a rumor:
Earlier it was announced the band had cancelled their second gig in the space of a week because of "an altercation within the band". Rumours at the time of publication that the brothers had fallen out after a heated debate about Jacques Derrida and the death of the author with Noel subscribing to a hard line Plato/logocentric position with Liam unable to convince him of the need to consider "fookin' Roland Barthes" remain unconfirmed.
First they said it was canceled; that it wasn't going to happen at all...

But that was all a clever lie. A ruse. A canard!
For indeed, they met en masse at Cal Anderson Park this morning—people! tons of them!— at 10am to learn the proper choreography. You HAD to be there, and know the choreography, or they wouldn't tell you where the damn thing was actually going to happen—which was in three places, dotted all over town. Occidental Park. Pike Place Market. Kerry Park! And then, suddenly, at 1:10pm...at 2:05...and at again 3:00pm...in those three places respectively...THIS happened...
People! Beating it! All over the damn place!
Astonishing.
Happy dead birthday, Michael Jackson! Happy, happy dead birthday, indeed!
(Thanks Ruby Aquino and friends for the video!)
TMZ is reporting that DJ AM was found dead in his New York apartment this evening.
(If I were one to entertain conspiracy theories, I'd point out that DJ AM, who, as we all know, survived a plane crash in 2008, was found dead on the same day The Final Destination opens in theaters, which is the fourth movie in a series of movies about people who survive a tragic accidents only to get stalked by and ultimately done in by death itself.)
The AP reports:
LOS ANGELES - The Los Angeles County coroner has ruled Michael Jackson’s death a homicide, a law enforcement official told The Associated Press, a finding that makes it more likely criminal charges will be filed against the doctor who was with the pop star when he died on June 25.
This Stars of the Lid piece may be of some solace if your mother has passed away. If she hasn’t, you can still enjoy some beautiful, poignant music on an August weekend while cherishing the woman who gave you life.
Shannon Selberg of Cows/Heroine Sheiks non-fame reveals why the latter group is calling it a career on his MySpace blog. It's an enlightening, sobering read for any musician in a band struggling to stay afloat—or for anyone in any band, really.
A key passage:
To me, living as a person day to day, it seems that people like the idea that there is still a Cows, or a Heroine Sheiks, or a Shannon Selberg (whatever that is) out there, somewhere, like a grizzly, still living in the wild. I appreciate that too, but again, it does me no good. The wild is gone. And if a grizzly survives purely by eating from garbage dumps or only in a few zoos, is it still a grizzly? I don’t think so. I know, because I tried—you have no idea...
(Cows' cover of John Barry's "Midnight Cowboy" theme is appropriate exit music for Selberg, as it's the most poignant song ever.)
It's only 67 degrees in Seattle right now. Perfect for drinking hot coffee and listening Steven Paul "Elliott" Smith. He would have turned 40 years old today...

photo by Autumn De Wilde
Because we know that no one just drops dead like that, we want to know why Baatin of Slum Village dropped dead this Saturday. 
Light is beginning to fall on the dark answer:
While the cause of [his] death has not been released due to pending toxicology reports, a source close to Baatin told AllHipHop.com the rapper may have died from a crack addiction or from complications related to crack cocaine use.

Not be Baatin:
We were saddned to hear the news that Baatin (born Titus Glover), co-founder of the Detroit superstar rap trio Slum Village, was found dead on the 14000 block of Anglin Street in Detroit this Saturday morning, August 2nd. The cause of death is still unknown and the Detroit Police expressed that in a statement. The rapper — who founded Slum Village with T3 and the late J Dilla — had admitted in interviews over the years that he suffered from schizophrenia and other emotional problems.
A memorial for slain Seattle-area sound engineer Tom Pfaeffle has been scheduled for Thurs. Aug. 13 at the Moore Theater (1932 Second Ave; time to be determined).
Via ProSoundWeb

Early in the morning, on June 5th, Gunther Jose Frank, 35, photographer, artist, and former Stranger contributor, and Sean "Donnkie" Mansfield, 29, a sponsored snowboarder and painter, were lost at sea after a boating accident near Bellingham. This weekend, July 17, 18, 19, there's a series of fundraisers to celebrate their lives, and to raise funds to reimburse friends and family members for the money spent on the massive volunteer search, initiated after the U.S. Coast Guard spent under 24 hours looking for the two men. The official schedule is below. All three events are in Bellingham. Donations can also be made through Lindsay Craven HERE. In addition, Bellingham artist Slow Loris made a special tribute t-shirt, with proceeds going to the costs incurred in the search. Friends are also encouraged to leave stories on the Donnkie-and-Gunther blog. They will be greatly missed.
Friday, July 17 at Boundary Bay Brewery. Silent Auction featuring a snowboard with Donnkie's artwork, and much more. Bidding open from 4-8 pm. Music by Sugar Sugar Sugar, The All-Nighters, and Ladies of the Night. All-ages until 10 pm.Saturday, July 18 at Nightlight Lounge): A retrospective slide show, a raffle (prizes include skate decks, t-shirts, hats, gift certificates, and more) and music by The Trucks, A Gun That Shoots Knives, Guinness and the Reps, The Daffodils, and Go Slowpoke. Suggested donation $5. Proceeds to benefit the Frank/Mansfield families.
Sunday, July 19 at Bellingham Skate Park: Skate Jam. Starts at 12:30, includes, food, music by DJ Moonboots, and more raffle prizes.
photos by Gunther Jose Frank
NBA player Ron Artest announced this week that for his new team, the LA Lakers, he'll sport the number 37 on his jersey to commemorate Michael Jackson—Thriller was #1 on the charts for 37 weeks, DOY.
But he ain't done commemoratin', naw. Take this golden track, "Michael Michael":
(Google searches for "Ron Artest Michael Jackson" should work if this video is taken down soon)
When you can't even keep up with your fellow rapping Lakers, man, you got problems. And thanks to the apology posted at RonArtest.com, there's no doubt that the following awful rhymes and WTF lines are Ron's own:
red jacket, pimp leather glove / you used to show me love / I know you didn't know me, but you showed me love
MJ, MJ, you in my prayers / I know you in heaven, I hope to see you next year
...you should hip your new bosses in LA to the latter point, Ron. Might be a breach of contract.
Goddamn day job.
Via Us Weekly, Corey Feldman attends Michael Jackson's memorial wearing a Michael Jackson costume:
Corey Feldman showed up at Michael Jackson's public memorial Tuesday at L.A.'s Staples Center dressed as the King of Pop.He arrived at 10:19 a.m. dressed as the singer from his Dangerous era - wearing all black, a military-style jacket, a black fedora and sunglasses. He also had strands of his hair hanging in front of his face - a 'do Jackson famously sported.
Feldman used a Kleenex to wipe tears from under his sunglasses.
John Mayer gave him a puzzled look.
Waaaaaahhhhh.
First he popped in to say hi on Larry King Live, then on Anderson Cooper...
If you really need to know, somebody, somewhere, is live-blogging the entirety of MJ's memorial service right now. Watch as the internet clamors to post the first typo-free rendition of Maya Angelou's poem dedicated to MJ ("now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind / without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace").
But I'm compelled to point out that so far, every song at the service has been punctuated with a whole lot of Jesus. Does this mean he never actually converted to Islam? Or that his family of Jehovah's Witnesses are a bunch of disrespectful schmucks? My guess: yes.