Last Thursday evening, October 21st, driving his young daughter Anna home after picking her up from daycare, our co-worker Andy Kotowicz was involved in a terrible car accident that, so incredibly sadly, proved fatal. In what qualifies as nothing short of miraculous and definitively heroic, his daughter was pulled from the remains of the car, while it was on fire, by a local business owner who witnessed the accident. Though this same person tried and was unable to rescue Andy, I can think of no greater favor to our friend than saving his daughter’s life. And, in some small measure of thanks, we will all be eating as many Rizzo’s French Dip sandwiches as we can hold for a very long time. “Thank you” seems ridiculously inadequate, but thank you. Thank you.
Andy was under care at Harborview Medical Center in a coma until Saturday evening when he was taken off life support in the company of his immediate family. He was an organ donor and a recipient for his kidneys was found very soon after his passing. This is a small indication of the kind of guy he was.
Before taking the job at Sub Pop, Kotowicz worked for a time at Spongebath Records in Murfreesboro. Today I talked to Seth Timbs, who worked with Kotowicz at Spongebath during his tenure there (1996-1997). Timbs said that he hadn't seen Kotowicz in three years, but had kept in touch in the ways we keep in touch today — email, Facebook — while admitting that, with the news still so fresh, he was at a loss for words. After citing his intelligence, his sense of humor, his "encyclopedic" knowledge of music and the universal good will he seemed to garner from anyone who knew him, Timbs paused and said simply, "He was just a great guy, you know?"
But here's where the story changes from a dumb-luck tale into a public search for the stolen goods and their alleged thieves. (Remember the story of the stolen Sidekick, retrieved by the organizing power of the Internet?) Security cameras apparently captured said dude and chick lifting the backpack, and the house has circulated the pictures online via their Facebook page and a subsequent event invite asking anyone if they know these people (stills here.)
MTSU's rag Sidelines is hot on the developments trail (props, alma mater!) with coverage, but, in the meantime — do any of you Cream readers know these people? Quite a few people would like to have a word with them.
Not to get all mushy and shit, but we're gonna get all mushy and shit. The Spin needs to send out our most heartfelt thanks to Jack White and the whole crew at Third Man Records for bringing The 18.104.22.168.s all the way from Japan. Yeah, you guys do great shows on the regular — no question about that — but Friday night's show was something else all together. See, when we were just li'l rock 'n' roll tadpoles, the “I Walk Like Jayne Mansfield” single was our first successful attempt at mail-ordering music through Maximum Rocknroll — who knew that sending envelopes full of cash to anonymous punk kids would work out as planned! That single was a major milestone at the very beginning of what's turned into a very long, very strange trip, and The 22.214.171.124's are a band that mean the world to us. Who knows, if that single had sucked, we might have ended up in accounting.
According to someone who was there (didn't catch his name), capacity will be 45,500, which someone else (didn't catch their name, either) said was "intimate" compared to the 80,000-plus shows the band has been playing elsewhere on this tour. Got that? Intimate show, U2, Vanderbilt Stadium, more than an iPhone. The last time I had tickets to a U2 concert, they canceled, so hope I don't jinx it!
As we speak — or as I write and you read — the next round of auditions for American Idol's forthcoming 10th season are underway over at The Ryman. This is the first run to include the show’s new panel of celebrity judges. That means that right now, Nashville rock's own Brandon Jazz and a host of his fellow AI hopefuls are now finally getting their 8 Mile-style, one-shot, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity (yo!) to dazzle rock music’s Lex Luthor, Steven Tyler … and under the roof of the Mother Church, to boot.
Jennifer Lopez is probably in the house as well. Ugh. It must be quite a scene in there. While even my own twisted mind won’t allow me to imagine what THAT train-wreck of abject auditory horrors and pop-cultural carnage would be like to witness, the video above should give us an idea. It shows Steven Tyler bitch-slapping Uncle Sam with the Tylerrible, wildly melismatic and completely uncalled-for take on “The Star-Spangled Banner” he tortured hockey fans with at last Thursday’s Boston Bruins domestic home opener against the Washington Capitals. Now I know why Simon Cowell quit and Glenn Beck cries.
So hosting this weekend's installment of America's favorite live sketch "comedy" show was Emma Stone — still relatively unknown, but considered by many to be what they call a "mega-babe." Anyhow, musical guests were local upstarts Kings of Leon, and they performed "Radioactive," the lead single from Come Around Sundown, as well as "Pyro." Dig brother Nathan holding down those fraternal falsetto hooks.
Well, you know how Hulu is with the streaming and the embeds, so those clips will probably expire in a matter of weeks. And in case you're champing at the bit for more KOL coverage, resident hotshot Adam Gold will soon be posting his in-depth review of Come Around Sundown. Stay tuned for that.
As fans of Kurt Vile’s minimalist, ambient-acoustic underground dream rants on Childish Prodigy, The Spin anticipated the sort of gratification one receives when a recording artist travels to the city where one lives to perform those songs that breathed fresh air to the ear upon the album’s release. The live show should illuminate a band’s aesthetic and cast light into those cerebral caverns that listening alone leaves dark. In other words, you gotta see it to believe it. And since music is our church, believin’ is everything.
Voting ends Nov. 5, which means you could conceivably vote 60 times between now and then. Also, if you like what you see and might want to buy a real-life print of one of the final 30 photos, come to the photo party at Oasis Center on Nov. 10, where you'll be able to bid on prints — that's from 6 p.m. - 8 p.m., with free food and stuff. Until then, it's up to you to decide whose photo gets printed the largest in the Nov. 11 issue.
Hey, it's Friday. Why not?
Also available from American Myth is the 7-inch for the album's lead single, "Eager for Your Love." It's the kind of record that gets normally hard-assed garage-punker boys simultaneously riled up and weak in the knees. On the B-side of said 7-inch, you'll find the song "Baby Drugs," and if you want a digital copy of that, Tristen will give you one. She just asks one little favor in return.
Tristen will open for Land of Talk at The End on Nov. 11.
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