The esteemed Oliver Wang tracks the history of Wu-Tang's classic tale of rock in a hard place, "C.R.E.A.M.," from the original single by The Charmels to the recent El Michels Affair instrumental to to the EMA/Raekwon collaboration PJs. That's over at NPR and worth a listen. Or several listens, really.
As sample-based music ages into being called "classic" and songs like "C.R.E.A.M." go through cycles like this, of spawning cover versions, where does art have left to go? (Hint: the answer may be "nowhere.") Maybe it's like thrift stores--you used to be able to find lots of cool stuff. Now it's mostly Bill Cosby sweaters, broke-ass VCRs and Beefy-Ts from marathons. Pretty sure no one's going to make a good song by sampling "Hot N Cold."
For those of you who just read my post announcing a Nashville-bound reunited Creed, I have some news that might be enough to remove the shotgun barrel from your mouth, as it was just announced that Judas Priest will be coming to Municipal Auditorium on July 22 to play British Steel in its entirety. The concert is part of a tour celebrating the 30th anniversary of the record's release and will feature special guests Whitesnake. (I guess Dokken are unavailable.) Tickets go on sale Saturday here and range in price from $35 to $95.
Somewhere out there, a Cream commenter is about to have her "uterus sprout legs and run for the border." It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that the David Cross-proclaimed third-worst band of all time, Creed, have put in motion plans for their first, and likely not last, attempt at a comeback album and tour. Scott Stapp has said: "I wouldn't call it a reunion. It's a renewing and a rebirth." While the internet has been abuzz with talk of the band's reformation for a few months now, it is this Rolling Stone article, published today and providing initial deets as to the band's quest for world re-abomination, that caused me to spit my morning coffee across my desk in a reaction of shock, awe, laughter, fear and panic, as it was reported that:
[Scott] Stapp and [Mark] Tremonti already have six demos for the new album, which they plan on recording shortly in Nashville. They are currently looking for a producer. "We're reached out to Brendan O'Brien, Mutt Lange, Bob Rock, Steve Lillywhite and six or seven more," says Stapp.
Yes, you read that right. As if occupying the same space as John Rich and Kid Rock weren't bad enough, we in Music City will soon be in the closest of proximity to the unparalleled master of Vedder-apin' Christ-rockin' douchery, Scott Stapp.
In case we're not, it was also reported that band's tour, which kicks off Aug. 6, will end in Nashville on Oct. 14 at a venue TBA. That gives you a little less than six months to duct tape your windows shut and stock up on non-perishable food.
Last week, I came across an old cover of Nashville! magazine. It's a special "Pamper Yourself" edition from 1977, full of tantalizing tidbits on fall fashions, Nashville's most expensive (and best) meals, and "much more."
At only 99 cents, it was a real bargain to folks back in the day. And then I noticed the teasers at the top of the mag, asking two questions we're still asking some 30 years later: "Is Country Music On Its Way Out?" and "Will Nashville Be The Next Hollywood?" Think about it. No seriously, just think about it.
Man, I was super worried I wasn't going to have anything to do this July 11, but Sonic Youth have totally come through like a bunch of champs. Starting in June, they'll be touring in support of The Eternal (out June 9 on Matador), and they'll hit War Memorial Auditorium Saturday, July 11. Tickets go on sale here-ish at 10 a.m. this Saturday, May 2.
The Youth have been sharing a bitchin'--albeit relatively brief--track off of the forthcoming album with the blog circuit, and you can listen to it below. If you still haven't caught SY live and aren't sure what to expect, you can peep this video Lee Ronaldo shot "mid-jam" at Roskilde festival in 2005. It features Jim O'Rourke going nuts on what is apparently an electric measuring tape. Cool.
Seth Graves, a.k.a. The Casio Casanova, a.k.a. Pretty Girls Hate Graves, is little more than a dirty old man. Once upon a time, he told me he was making a list of bands that have the hottest girl fans, but after mature, adult deliberation, we decided it was sexist.
The only way to make it unsexist was for me to make a list of the bands that bring out the dudes.
So, here they are:
As an award-winning, white-belted music blogger, my job entails mostly just choosing a small, elite portion of local acts and showering them with unlimited praise while shunning anything outside my bubble of comfort. Admittedly, tongue out of cheek, I do like very few bands upon first listen, and it takes only the slightest, most superficial detail to put a group on my shit list indefinitely. However, if there is a reason to expand my horizons and give these less favored bands another chance, it's not their music, but rather their fans. See, I just can't help but notice that certain bands pull in a few more fly ladies than others.
This is in no way meant to imply that these bands play "chick rock" or that these lovely ladies are in turn genetically predisposed to digging these bands. All I'm saying is that if you want to increase the likelihood of an inspired "missed connection," you might ought to give these local bands a chance too.
Watching this video of the Dave Matthews Band making their entrance on Saturday, I have to wonder at what point we will be completely unable to live in the moment without recording it for later or broadcasting it to others who aren't there. Memories are more precious than shitty cell phone videos, no? No?
Taylor Swift tops the Twitter charts, or whatever. No. 2 is, uh, Pink. LOL, Internet. (Via Idolator.)
Hope you guys plan on leaving the house at some point today. Shows:
Altered Statesman w/Taiwan Deth, Styches & Shleppin at The 5 Spot.
Webb Wilder CD Release at 3rd & Lindsley.
Damien Jurado w/Laura Gibson at The Basement. Jurado dropped some really heavy knowledge on Chris Parker, but don't get used to Jurado's dark side. Also, Gibson is doing an in-store at Grimey's at 6 p.m.
The Felice Brothers w/Willy Mason at Mercy Lounge. I met a dude at Lollapalooza last year who claimed multiple times to be a Felice Brother, but I'm pretty sure he wasn't. He really liked weed, though.
Dave Matthews Band w/Jason Mraz & Robert Earl Keen at Vanderbilt. Never forget, man. Never forget.
Mashville Ethose Premier Party feat. DJs Kidsmeal, Dorian, Bateman, Fingerprince & Mile Vulcan 9.
12th & Porter's MySpace lists something called "Kid Electric Concerts Presents Stevie Wonder's Innervisions" tonight. I don't know what that means, but Innervisions is one of the most ballin' records of all time. Don't you worry 'bout a thaaang, mammaaa.
That's all that caught my eye while looking over listings at 3 a.m. I'll admit, it's entirely possible that I've missed something. Please feel free to share anything you deem noteworthy. Have a good weekend.
I kid, I kid.
If you haven't heard the news, Chuck, James and Andrew from Grand Palace were caught up in the car jacking spree that went down on the East side last night. They are all doing fine. I think James has a bullet in his leg, Chuck's wrist got skimmed and somebody took the sleeves from Andrew's shirt. Crazy shit, that's for sure, but it's good to hear that they made it out relatively unscathed.
I'm hoping that this means we'll see a new album form Booty Hoop, James' turn-of-the-century rap group with Self's Matt Mahaffey. James suddenly has the requisite amount of street cred to cut a solid rap record. Maybe they could play a Springwater benefit?
After the jump, five gun-themed videos that you can take to the bar or take to the park. Just don't take 'em to the state house. That's totally not cool.
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