My song for Valentine’s Day of this year isBlack Joe Lewis & The Honeybears‘ “Bitch, I love you” from his self-titled EP released this week on blues haven Lost Highway Records. Download the MP3 of “Bitch, I Love You” and consider it my Valentine to you!
Black Joe Lewis is a blues guitarist based out of Austin, TX and his music has definite personality …to say the least. His guitar work (maybe its someone else playing lead) is that good kind of sloppy that the Rolling Stones always tried to replicate, like Muddy Waters on a bender. The songs are full of colorful explitives and a storytelling style that is rough and captivating. This is a very solid EP and one successful in the fact that after hearing these 4 songs I WANT MORE! And I’m not even that big of a blues guy.
The 80s resurge is over, folks. But wait, you say, so much of this flashy dayglo bullshit is everywhere still?! True, but it’s just the remnance of a refad. If we are talking about things overstaying their welcome, all of that late 90’s Nickleback bullshit is still hanging around like a dead corpse as well, right? (Who the fuck listens to HINDER, anyway?)
But one item obsucure and unique that we resurrected from the early age of MTV is the movie Liquid Sky (1982). Oh holy fuck is this movie a goddamned amazing piece of crap! It gives me a boner and a toothache as well as some heroin withdrawals just thinking about it! It was directed and produced by Soviet immigrant Slava Tsukerman with a budget of $500,000 and was filmed primarily in a Greenwich Village loft converted to a soundstage. What is a mystery to me is how they raised that kind of dough to make this film? They had to have pitched the plot to investors to get them to put up the money to make it. What kind of sick rich fuck would have been cool/smart/crazy enough to put up the money for this flick?
Headliners: Day 1 (Mopey White Dudes Night Out!) – Paul McCartney (I heard he was dead?), Morrisey (be sure to wear your tux to the soundcheck), Franz Ferdinand (Were the Strokes busy that night?), Leonard Cohen (exempt), Conor Oberst and the “Not as good as Bright Eyes” Band.
Day 2 (Music for people who hate Music Night) – The Killers (They kill good music), Amy Winehouse (if she lives 77 more days), TV on the Radio (exempt), Thievery Corporation (you call that a headliner?).
Day 3 (Scraping the Bottom of the Barrel Night aka Music to cake yourself in makeup and cut your wrists to) – The Cure (are still sad), My Bloody Valentine (are still irrelevant), Yeah Yeah Yeahs (Were the Strokes busy that night, too?), Throbbing Gristle, X, Peter Bjorn & John (PB&J? Yummy!). Full Lineup After the Jump!
April of last year I posted about The Devil’s Orchestra, an instrumental Sypmphonic Metal 3-piece that plays just about every Sunday at Cinespace in Hollywood. This Sunday they are playing with a band calledThe Library. Some people say they have a Sam Sparro/Scissor Sisters dance vibe. Should you finish with the Superbowl and feel the need to dance off the 2 lbs of Cheetos you consumed while watching the Cardinals get a mudhole stomped in their asses then definitely hit up Cinespace at Hollywood and Ivar. Read the rest of this entry »
They said on the radio this week that the Super Bowl in America has surpassed Thanksgiving as the #1 eating holiday or that people eat more on SuperSunday or some shit. Well to all of you gastrointestinal combatants: Meat your maker. My good friend Duck sent me this pic today of what he described as:
“One pound of sausage wrapped in a bacon weave. With cheese and fried bacon center.”
Sweet Christ. Does it come with a heart defibrillator? Mad props for the BACON WEAVE. I’m not sure those words have been put together before. And if they have then maybe that person just never lived to tell.
Enfant Terrible at it again, doing what he does best-sending panty-moistening shit down the runway for me to marvel at. To be honest, I’ve never really given much thought to his menswear, which is foolish, considering his craft for tailoring.
McQueen’s Fall ‘09 Men’s RTW line (McQueensberry) was set in 19th century East London, with a cast of all classes, from boxers (some of which actual professional boxers) and hunters to upper-crust gentlemen. I Style.comed it (like I do) and I gotta say, I would let any of McQueen’s Victorian thugs have their way with me. Even the ones with the freakish codpieces. Vogue refers to his Fall collections as a nod to ‘Dickensian London’-interpret that however you wish. I imagine the designer telling people that with a devilish smirk (That’s what she said!).
Before Indie 103.1 shuffled off this mortal coil, one of their emerging artists entering rotation with the song “Geraldine” was Scotland’s 4-piece drone rockers GLASVEGAS.
The make-it-or-break=it track on Glasvegas’ self-titled album is “It’s my own cheating heart that makes me cry”. In this song lead singer James Allan’s Glaswegian accent and sometimes acerbic Scots-hiccup voice releases a brogue of self-loathing and heartache which sits awash on a layer of shoegaze reverberant dissonance. I say grab this song of any, if you love it, then look further into Glasvegas.
I’ve been busy running in circles lately. Last Thursday I went to an opening at Gallery 1988 at Melrose and La Brea for “Under the Influence: The Official Art Tribute to Beastie Boys”. There was some good work there as well as some, “Holy Shi-ite is this a Jr. High piece! I need to get my college Art Education back to fucking work and I can sell pieces of shit 10x better than this to Hip-Trustfund-Hoppers!”
Besides the Shepard Fairey(collabo) and Mark Brown pieces, my fav was a 4″x2″ piece by Michael Alvarez. It shows the boys on a t.v. (But looks like reflected in a VW hubcap a la “Pass the Mic” vid). It has great movement and energy along with a bit of video scanlines. The Phosphoresent RGB Palette is pretty ridiculous. It seems a lot more thought and time went into this piece compared to 90% of the others in the show. (Too many Brass Monkeys, too much Sabotage) Some of the Biz Markee ones were really good. I snapped a pic on my Crackberry but instead I yoinked the pic from this site.
Michael Alvarez
“Los Beastie Boys”
oil on panel
24 x 48 inches, framed
$4,000.00 – SOLD
Yeah, not sure the dudes that put up the site know this, but in Art/Design terms you measure the WIDTH before the HEIGHT in your gallery descriptions.
Every now and then a country act comes along that defies the genre. Johnny Cash did it, Dwight Yoakam did it, Ryan Adams did it, hell even k.d. Lang did it. And this generation has a man, nay, a legend who did the unthinkable and outdrank the devil himself. Telling his story is Horatio Lee Jenkins, “Drunker than Satan”. The album of the same name is available ($5 cheap!) through his website DrunkerThanSatan.com and “the iTunes”
No, that’s not a screen shot of my computer (especially since I haven’t touched Photoshop since college, sadface…) Nor is it the box design for the latest and greatest in realistic blow-up dolls. Sorry to disappoint on either account. It’s actually a picture of a manipulated advertising poster located in one of Berlin’s Metro stations (Shake shake, shake shake, a shake it).
For every one thing I post on here (at length, not little blurbs), I must write 3 dead drafts that just get half written with brilliance and I never have time to finish them. ( Sorry, tribute to Ron Asheton and the time I met him backstage at SXSW with Iggy, Spoon and Kings of Leon!)
I still hate my job, but still have one. All 50 hours of it. So much anger for my livelihood. I used to be poor, it was the happiest I’ve ever been. Zero was there and that’s about all that matters.
Something my ex-roommate and I could actually bond over-me, with the slight vampire obsession, and her-the late twenties chick who is really a teenage gay boy inside, where it counts, what, with her love of boy bands, useless pop trivia, and of course, High School Musical. I’ll admit to watching a scene or two, and I gotta say, the music in this parody is almost on par with HSM. So when I stumbled across this YouTube video of a ‘mash-up’ of our our two interests I thought of her, bless her heart. I found it amusing, especially the reference to young Hollywood actors, and the wigs. Great parody. That’s all.
Well maybe there is nothing ironic about it…Here is a story from the UK about a woman who got her Uggs stuck in some train tracks and was freed by a passer-by only to be dragged by an angry boyfriend into the path of another train! He managed to jump to safety but she was all fuckered up on enough chemicals to put Keith Richards in rehab.
The girl was a young mother of 2, it’s sad. Not so much that a mother of 2 died but that someone let her have two children who would have already been hoodrats (or whatever they have over there) but will now probably be even more fucked up. Read the rest of this entry »
This clip, posted on youTube, was the only evidence of these Oakland cops shooting a “rowdy” New Year’s Eve’r named Oscar Grant. The cops claimed there was no surveillance tape from the station but of course camera’s of plenty were there to record what really happened. The video understandably caused a protest and an eventual riot in downtown Oakland.
Warning: Small pop within the last 30 seconds made me queasy.
Because newspapers have become a notoriously shitty system of disseminating positive authoritarian PR and descending into obsolescence, there was no mention of the shooting in the Oakland Papers. Enjoy history you pathetic hacks!
So this is my first time posting on the site and what better way to introduce myself then with some shameless self promotion! I recently submitted a shirt design to Popdeck.com for their Urban Outfitters contest and figured I would throw it on here hoping to get some votes. Thank you ahead of time for anyone that helps me out and I’ll be posting on here more often. Click here to vote!
My song for Valentine’s Day of this year is Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears‘ “Bitch, I love you” from his self-titled EP released this week on blues haven Lost Highway Records. Download the MP3 of “Bitch, I Love You” and consider it my Valentine to you!
