
Portal: You just know they get more ass than a bidet. Music's fucking amazing, too.
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Travis Morrison, (sometimes) talented songwriter and (always) fantastically entertaining frontman of the Dismemberment Plan, has retired from music.
Guess that D-Plan reunion I keep hoping for is never gonna happen, huh? Then again, I won't have to be disappointed by another uninteresting solo record either. Travistan was a stinker. But it seemed that things were starting to go back in the right (listenable) direction with the Hellfighters. Oh well, I guess we'll never know.
Sigh.
I am now officially worried about this epidemic: Jens Lekman has swine flu.
Here he is in healthier times:
That's how much someone paid for a signed Jackson 5 record released by Motown to coincide with a 1971 TV special called Goin' Back to Indiana. (For that money, I could've replaced my entire lost music collection, gone to Japan for a three-week vacation, and made a handsome contribution to my favorite charity.)

The sale was part of an auction—scheduled before the entertainer's June 25 death—held to unload some Michael Jackson memorabilia. Read more about the auction here.
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Hey! I just noticed that the vocal sample saying "Tina Turner" in the background of that Fatboy Slim song named after Michael Jackson (starts around 3:40) is totally from the same batshit anti-pop religious rant Mylo sampled for "Destroy Rock'n'Roll":
I just saw Michael Jackson—ALIVE!— at the Wallingford QFC! Like, ten minutes ago! Totally holding hands with Vili Fualaau! Swear to God!
Somebody...get me The Enquirer! Quick!
Listening to Smoke and Fire's "California's Burning" (over and over and over again) got me thinking—there sure are a lot of punk and rock songs about wanting to destroy the Golden State. Sink it, burn it down, whatever. Punk rock hates California.
"Wake up, grab your bags. California's burning to the ground.... Burn it down! Burn it down!" - Smoke or Fire, "California's Burning"
"I wish California, without any warning, would go and start a burning tonight/I wish California would fall in the ocean and everyone would die." - Blatz, "California"
"California sucks, just look who you've produced/Ronald Reagan, Jerry Brown and countless other fools/West Coast sun-tanned morons, you don't know how to think/I can't wait 'til your state erodes and you fall into the drink." - Screeching Weasel, "California Sucks"
"So with no evacuation, let California fall into the fucking ocean!" - Rancid, "Antennas"
"I'm getting higher, I think I'll start a forest fire/There's a forest fire climbin the hill/Burning wealthy California homes/Better run run run run run run from the fire." - Dead Kennedys, "Forest Fire"
Perhaps the backlash is because everyone's sick and tired of hearing about how great California is?
"We’re all so sick of California songs/Yeah we know you love L.A./But there’s nothing left to say/Please no more California songs/And fuck New York too." - Local H, "California Songs"
What are some others? If we could get a half dozen or so more, this could make for a pretty great West Coast road trip mix...

Thank you, itemnotasdescribed.com.
When the judge declared a mistrial two years ago, Jammie Thomas-Rasset opted for a new trail instead of settling like the more than 30,000 people the RIAA has sued or threatened. (In her case, settling would have still meant $222,000 in fines.) Today Thomas-Rasset was found to have infringed 24 songs by downloading them with Kazaa. For this, she was fined $1.92 million—or $80,000 a song. Good luck collecting that.
Via wired.com and latimes.com.
I'm in Portland, it's still barely light out, the air is perfect body temperature, the breeze is gentle and somnoriffic (is that a word?), and I just woke up from the most perfectly glorious disco nap.
And when I did, this song was stuck in my head...
...which rather ironic, as I'm about to launch myself into the capricious night, hunting of that drinky and lurid temptress, Portland Gay Pride. So each moment of my night's gaying will now be interminably set to a loop of, "Heeey, we want some PUUUS-AY!" in my brain. There is NO CHANCE this will stop playing in my head for at least a week.
Which is, of course, AWESOME.
"I don't care if you got three BABIES, you can work this dick in my MERCEDES!"
Awesome.

I'm working on a piece about Marc Bamuthi Joseph's hiphop theater piece The Break/s—opening next week at ACT Theatre—and last night while I was making dinner, I put on some Kurtis Blow, to reconnect with the play's kinda-namesake, which also happens to be one of the greatest songs ever made. (I hate it when Ma Bell sends me a whopping bill with 18 phone calls to Brazil, and I'm glad someone addressed this in song. Also, the first 16 seconds alone guarantee the track's stature as an eternal classic.)
But this post isn't about "The Breaks," but the Kurtis Blow track that came up right after: "Basketball," which I was enjoying until my guy Jake came in the kitchen with this squicked-out look on his face. Upon questioning, Jake revealed that the song had been the theme for a local station's sports broadcast during his childhood, and that the female-vocal hook line—"We're playin' BAS...KET...Bawlllll..."—has always made him sick. "I don't mean I hate the song so much I want to puke," Jake explained. "I mean the sound of the song literally makes me queasy." (Interested parties can hear the squick-making sounds of "Basketball" here.)
What's more, this isn't the first song that's been semi-banned from audible-by-Jake broadcast—the squishy wet synth beats of the Magnetic Fields' "Fido, Your Leash Is Too Long" also have the weird power to turn his stomach, and are forbidden.
I understand and empathize, as there are certainly tracks that squick me out—most recently, a couple of intros or outros or whatever on Lil Wayne's Da Drought 3, where he delivers information with what sounds like a jawbreaker in his mouth, which he sucks and slurps and clacks around his mouth while he speaks. SQUIIIIIIIIICK! (Also, the Beatles' "Don't Pass Me By," whose puke-inducing qualities are underscored by its status as the worst song the Beatles ever put their collective name on.)
And now we turn to you, dear readers: What songs make you literally want to puke?
At exactly what point of rock stardom do your interviews make absolutely no sense at all? This interview with Bono and the Edge about creating the score for the upcoming musical Spider Man, Turn Off The Dark, is as crazy as...well, as crazy as the idea of a musical called Spider Man, Turn Off The Dark:
(Via.)
For your Tuesday morning befuddlement, this archival clip of the Pixies performing "Trompe Le Monde" on Letterman, with Paul Shaffer and the house band lending some wicked wtf solos:
Upstairs, at Hazlewood, there’s a peephole in the wall. On the other side of the wall, as seen through this peephole, peculiar stuff is going on…

A sepia man? Burt Reynolds, perhaps? In an airline captain's suit? And a dashing mustache? Just standing there, looking quite manly, indeed? A common enough sight. BUT WAIT! Look closer…

YES! Women! Naked booby women! With mustaches! Adoring the mustache man! Worshiping him! Like their dark and dirty mustache king! Like their naughty mustache GOD! On the filthy floor! WHAT PRECISELY IS GOING ON HERE, Hazelwood?
I demand an answer. I demand an answer now.
I'm waiting.
(What’s "Hazlewood"? Good question. There is this remarkable little brown café in Amsterdam. The name I completely forget. It lives katty-corner (kitty-corner? whatever.) from Waterloo Flea Market, just across the train tracks. I’ve taken the looong train ride up those tracks from the Red Light District, where usually stay of course (across from a club called “The Cock Ring”—God bless Amsterdam), at least five or six times, because I fell in love with the place so hard the first time I saw it. It is small and shadowy and a little swank at first sight—shabby-chic chandeliers, taxidermy, velvet curtains—but upon closer inspection, the place is kind of just stapled together. Which makes it even better somehow. It has an able enough bar, it is rarely over-full, it’s always playing the perfect song at the perfect volume at the perfect moment, and its upstairs is an ideal place to find a private nook, stretch out, relax, sip cool drinks. Well, Hazlewood is exactly like that. Only not in Amsterdam. It’s in BALLARD. On Market Street. (2311 NW Market) So lucky me. Us. Whatever.)
Can you name the song in the Away We Go trailer? Not the Alexi Murdoch one, but the other one.
If you know it, Kate in Questionland would love to hear from you!
Which came first: Insane Clown Posse or Juggalos?
I'm finding conflicting reports. Hopefully someone out there knows the facts.

Kazu Nomura (aka PWRFL Power) writes today:
I have started a blog/Folk&Porn label called Half Yogurt and just received the very first release, PWRFL Power's newest CD titled "I am a Confident Woman", today in the mail, which I wrote about on the blog. there are a few names of exciting talents putting out recordings in this year.http://halfyogurt.blogspot.com/2009/05/hy001-pwrfl-power-i-am-confident-woman.html
One thing that differentiates this project from other similar label/blog is that every single artist will get to tour Japan as we start working together. I am planning Japan tours for Cap Lori (early Sep.) Dennis Driscoll (late Sep.) and Seattle's Generifus (early 2010) tentatively.Pornography releases will take a bit as it is more complicated process.
Secondly and Lastly, I, Kazutaka Nomura is getting married to Tennessee Rose in August in my Japanese hometown Asahikawa. You might have seen her already as her picture pop up on my blog often and I am always with her outside in these days. She plays music thus we travel together alot, I am enjoying her accompany immensely.
We were just in Japan in Apr and are going to fly back on July 14th to process all the paperwork.
One crazy thing is that Tennessee's mother and Felt artist Coco Howard is getting married on July 12th to "a notorius devil" of Spencer Moody of Murder City Devils. so, all of us will make one hell of a creative family.
...I think.
We will come back to the states in January 2010 to have multiple ceremonies in major American cities. See you in your town... FIESTA!
More on Kaz's new pappy here. And congratulations, everyone!
One more from the 'fork, on alleged lo-fi "poseur [expletive]" Wavves' onstage melt-down last night at the Primavera Sound festival:
After five minutes of directionless strumming and arbitrary snare hits, Nathan dodged the evening's first bottle and decided to wind the aimless tune to an abrupt close. Then, rubbing his hands against his face, he declared in annoyed resignation, "All right, hi everybody, we're Wavves," and launched into an off-key version of "Summer Goth."
Okay, sounds like a regular Wavves set so far, right?
But things declined quickly from there, as between songs, Nathan began ineptly mocking the crowd ("Ooooooh, I'm on ecstasy!"), going off at length about his preference for California over Spain, and eventually telling them the festival was "one of the coolest things we've been part of in a while," dripping with sarcasm. Finally, fed up with Nathan's petulant behavior, Ryan ran out from behind his drumkit and poured a full cup of beer over Nathan's head. The act would be met with their most enthusiastic applause of the evening.
Oh, that's good stuff.
Perhaps this is a question there is no exact answer for, but CB Seattle wants to know:
Recently someone said that Sasquatch was mostly hipsters. On this site, I've heard SLOG people referred to as mostly hipsters.Is a hipster contextual? i.e the definition changes depending on where you are. A hipster at Saquatch is different from a hipster on SLOG.
Or is there one thing that is a hipster. Either way, can someone describe or attach a picture?
Think you know what a hipster is? Give it your best shot.
Says Rivers Cuomo about Weezer's newest piece of merchandise:
"A Wuggie is basically exactly like a Snuggie, except it says Weezer on it. The people at Snuggie are doing it with us and promoting it with us. It’s a totally legit Snuggie."
That's just taking the joke too far. Will anyone be introducing a pair of Weezer Crocs to go with it?
(Via RollingStone)
Tom Conquergood has a question you might be able to answer:
"Can anyone tell me if there is any shops in town that do repair work on stereo receivers? I'd prefer not to leave Seattle, but travelling to the Eastside (or other burbs) is possible if necessary."
Got a good suggestion? Let's hear it!
Then maybe you can help skweetis figure out a good time to show up for Laser Daft Punk and get a spot on the floor but still have a good buzz.
Ozric Tentacles, Sat. May 30 at El Corazon (with Voyager One; $15 adv/$17 DOS; 21+).
The Ozrics were quintessential, outdoor-festival-friendly, British psych-prog loons—sort of a long-winded Gong/Hawkwind hybrid, but with more fractal-based album artwork. Some members later branched off into the trance-techno unit Eat Static (now Merv Pepler's solo project) and made a grip of solid albums. I haven’t thought about Ozric Tentacles—or Eat Static, for that matter—in several years, but in 17 days, they’ll be in Seattle, supporting a new album titled The Yumyum Tree. Strange(itude).
Man With Hat asked this question in Questionland this weekend, and I suggested Portland's the Builders & Butchers (they're a little folk-y, sometimes raucous).