Hey, remember Bonnaroo? Yeah. Neither do I. But just hearing that word again conjures faint memories--the odor of cannabis and nude women's body paint; waiting in line to use the porta-potties that were filthy by 11 a.m. on Day 1; eating drugs way too early in the morning and freaking out during Louis C.K.'s set in the comedy tent. Good times.
Well the folks at 'Roo headquarters are releasing visual documentation of Manchester's second biggest party of the year (right behind Old Timer's Day,
Is this a Prince or a Stuntman?I say just give the prize to Chris Crofton now, but if you think you've got an Oldhamesque mug, head on down to Grimey's tonight for one of those listening party things (Oldham's got a new album under the B "P" B moniker, called Beware. It's a fitting title, because my copy has a big ol' sticker on the front talking about how the CD sounds fucked-up on purpose in order to "discourage wholesale copying and unlimited online dissemination." Furthermore, it says "YOU'R
JapandroidsPay for Play: Drummer Josh Freese sells himself, his famous friends and all-you-can-eat shrimp at Sizzler
The Boys Are Coming to Town: Japandroids deliver no-frills noise rock.
Everything's Relative: Holly Williams' fetching new album, Here With Me, brings her family to mind.
In The Spin: How I Became the Bomb and KinderCastle play ELO, Those Darlins and more.
Critics' Picks like you wouldn't believe: Nilsson night at Mercy Lounge, Kink Ador, Les Claypool, Poolapalooza, Biscuits a
Music geek porn.While we here in Middle Tennessee have no shortage of long, large-scale, sun-drenched music festivals to look forward to, it's hard not to be jealous of the lucky fucks in Southern California today. And it's not because their hot days are dry, winters don't exist, they aren't a decade behind the cultural curve and they have an ocean. This bit of coastal-envy is inspired by the Coachella line-up that was announced yesterday. It's un-fucking-real.
Peep it after the jump.
D. Ricky RodriguezAs evidenced by his multitude of tweets, tarnished but beloved comedian Conan O'Brien -- the Lady Jane Grey of late night -- is bored. REALLY bored.
With little to do besides count his settlement millions and wait for NBC to pull their dicks out of his ass, Coco has decided to take his talents on the road with his upcoming Legally Prohibited From Being Funny On Television Tour. It's a jaunt that will see him follow in the footsteps of longtime cohorts Max Weinberg and T
