Originally Posted By kaseyanderson

It’s love. It’s two men - two strong, very virile men - finding that space in life where they can let go enough of their masculinity to feel the passion of love and respect and trust,

- Clarence Clemons, on his relationship with Bruce Springsteen in 2009.

So long, Big Man (seen here at the Capitol Theatre in Passaic, NJ 1978). A good friend of mine will be very sad today indeed.

via daveholmes.

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Extra sugar! Extra salt! Extra oil & MSG!

My once-favourite band, Cibo Matto, have come together for a reunion tour and yet I live half-way across the world from any of the shows.  To wit:

6/21 Seattle, WA - Neumo’s
6/22 Vancouver, BC - Fortune
6/23 Portland, OR - Doug Fir
6/25 San Francisco, CA - Bimbo’s
6/26 Los Angeles, CA - Hollywood Bowl 

(w/Yellow Magic Orchestra)

7/12 Brooklyn, NY - Brooklyn Bowl
7/14 Chicago, IL - Lincoln Hall
7/16 Toronto, ON - Mod Club
7/18 New York, NY - Bowery Ballroom
7/19 Washington, DC - Rock N Roll Hotel
7/20 Boston, MA - Brighton Music Hall

They’ve launched an amazingly named website, Yeah Basically Cibo Matto, teamed up with YMO & Buffalo Daughter (!) for the Big in Japan earthquake benefit at Hollywood Bowl, and even made a somewhat disappointing new track entitled Yeah Basically Cibo Matto Tour 2011.

But where’s the spark? The funk? The all-out kickass Cibo Matto style? I guess they’re getting on a little. Still, I haven’t been this excited since… since I was inspired to start Tumbling again. Cheers Minogame 5B.

Now, if only Russell Simins could jump onboard and get Butter 08 back off the ground…

Read more over at yeahbasicallycibomatto.com.

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The pains of being george washington’s penis

    

George Washington’s Penis (aka Brooklyn’s The Pains of Being Pure at Heart) headlined London’s tiny Buffalo Bar on Friday, effectively vaulting from one of the best band names ever to possibly the worst. Still… it was a secret gig and as a mere interloper*, I probably shouldn’t complain.

With no setlist, they churned through a variety of old and new tracks, including Lou Reed’s ‘Metal Machine Music’. Touring guitarist Christoph Hochheim (of The Depreciation Guild) was both a welcome addition to the lineup and a delightful piece of indie eye candy — if only he’d come out of the shadows a little more often. And the encore, ‘Kurt Cobain’s Cardigan’ (as seen below in Athens last year) was immense. Well played, George Washinton’s Penis.

*Frontman Kip announced quite sweetly that he could literally thank every punter by name, which could’ve been awkward as I was there under a friend’s name — one that just happened to work for boys & girls. (Cheers Alex!)

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E from eels learns quantum mechanics

  

Parallel Worlds, Parallel Lives is a brilliant 2007 film that follows Mark Everett (aka E from Eels) as he traces his late father, Hugh Everett III, from Princeton PhD to the Pentagon, until his death as a businessman at 51.

Hugh Everett III’s 1957 paper on parallel universes was barely acknowledged until decades later, with many physicists now proclaiming themselves as ‘Everettian’ (or not). His work on quantum mechanics is considered as groundbreaking as Einstein’s theory of relativity and yet he died without knowing fame nor, as E explains, his family:

He was in his own parallel universe. He was a physical presence, like the furniture, sitting there jotting down crazy notations at the dining room table night after night. I think he was deeply disappointed that he knew he was a genius but the rest of the world didn’t know it.

By meeting his father’s colleagues, friends and students, the self-proclaimed kid who flunked out of high-school algebra comes to understand the basics of his father’s theory of many worlds – and thanks to cute illustrations and simplified explanations, the audience can too. (For a basic idea of parallel universes, think Donnie Darko or Gwyneth Paltrow’s dual existence in Sliding Doors).

At one charming point, E meets a lanky Princeton physicist who had devoted his academic life to proving Everett’s theory after finding an ancient copy in a used bookstore while studying at Berkeley. He is visibly overwhelmed to meet the son of the man who he had respected for so long and gushes like a groupie - which may lead E to his conclusion that his father was like a ‘rock star of the physics world’.

While exploring his dad’s belongings – which had been boxed and long-forgotten since his death – E finds a cache of Dictaphone recordings, which give him further insight into the man he barely knew. Listening to the tapes in an empty hotel room, he even finds a little bit of himself.

With an Eels soundtrack and beautiful production, Parallel Lives, Parrallel Worlds is a fascinating look at physics, fatherhood and of course, E. And the best part? It’s available free in the UK on BBC iPlayer until next week.

Or check the preview below:

You can also read more about the theory and previously unseen works from the Everett archives at the Parallel Lives, Parallel Worlds PBS site.

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Mogwai’s burning

Mogwai: Burning, a new concert film shot in New York by Vincent Moon and Nathanael Le Scouarnec premiered at London’s Scala tonight, accompanied by Mogwai & Fuck Buttons DJs and a live set from Glasgow’s Remember Remember.

All black & white and atmospheric all over, Burning is more concert than film, although perhaps that was just the venue. The crowd were respectful throughout, all seated on the dancefloor to watch the film on two giant screens - with plenty of slow-motion nodding on the final few tracks. (Maybe that’s moshing for Mogwai movie fans?)

Parisian filmmaker Moon is the guy behind the French music blog Blogotheque (which looks really cool, if only I could read French) and REM’s Supernaturalsupersious series of short clips, which you can watch for free here.

His collaborator, Le Scouarnec, is a director/editor who also works for Blogotheque and filmed the above track, ‘Fear Satan’ in Reims. You can see more of his work at Vimeo.

Burning is due for wider release in August 2010. In the meantime, check the trailer at the top, watch the footage from France and enjoy these two pictures of Mogwai, my ever-cold cat who’s no doubt listening to post-rock in the sky. 

  



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Shonen knife… forever?

shonen knife

Banana chips for you!
Banana chips for me!
In the afternoon, Banana chips and tea.

They came, I saw, I showered them with banana chips. Literally. My plans for a banana chip taste-off (chewy! chili! chocolate dipped!) were dashed when another journo turned up, so I ended handing over a load of dried banana treats like some kinda crazed fan.

I guess I am though… There’s something about their catchy melodies, nonsensical lyrics and infectious rock posturing that gets me every time. They even have a new tune about one of my favourite coprophagic animals, the Capybara.

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Enjoy the show below, or click here for the interview at Artrocker where Naoko declares after three decades, she’s in it for the long run. It’s Shonen Knife forever, my friends!

Rockin’ photo from Ryry9379, yawnin’ capybara from g-na.

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Patrick bateman does david byrne

Miles Fisher - This Must Be The Place (Cover) from Miles Fisher on Vimeo.

Do you like Miles Fisher? His latest EP marks a new peak of professionalism. This is his take on David Byrne’s ‘This Must Be the Place’.

In case you missed it in 2009, Popmatters has recently rediscovered Fisher’s version of the Talking Heads hit (below), which in a brilliant tribute to American Psycho, examines how ‘even monsters love pop music. 

According to a little research, Fisher is a former Texan with a penchant for a capella (he took his Harvard troupe, the Krokodiloes on a tour of 24 countries). He does a mad Tom Cruise impression and played Kinsey’s preppy Princeton drug-pushing buddy Jeffrey Graves in Mad Men, below. (You may recall uptight Peggy’s defiant introduction: ‘I’m Peggy Olson, and I want to smoke some marijuana’).

 

The fact that he bears an uncanny resemblance to both Tom Cruise and Christian Bale, combined with his mum sitting on the board of the National Film Institute, makes me think he’s pretty much cut out for a life on screen. However, his Ivy League education and the almost excruciating level of detail he’s gone to make the Byrne cover work shows there must be something more to him than just looking like an early-80s Cruise/Bale hybrid.

But then… maybe he’s just riding on the fact that two formerly respected actors are now almost universally known for being either difficult or virtually insane. Plus he’s probably demanding a much, much lower rate for the charming yet slightly sleazy prepster roles.

Hell, it’s a great, great song. And a personal favourite.  I say more power to him. You can check him out at Milesfisher.com, read a mega interview with American Psycho author Bret Easton Ellis over at Vice (just don’t blame me if the photos of his smug face make you want to retch/never read a BEE novel again) or enjoy the original David Byrne track below:

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Fish story’s going to save the world one day

Well, maybe not. But it is a catchy song… and I do like a Karate Kid homage as much as the next person. It’s just a little long for a sci-fi/comedy/drama about a punk song saving the world. Although since I missed it at the Terracotta Film Festival earlier in the year, I’m glad it’s getting a limited release (try London’s ICA).  Read more on Fish Story over at Little White Lies.

Japanese Casey Ryback shot from Third Window Films.

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My Kiwi friend Miss Mac is gorgeous. She’s also smart, funny, and can sing like no other. Best of all, she has a lovely laugh which you may occasionally hear during the above Flight of the Concords track, Business Time. 

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We had queued with thousands of other ‘fans’ – apparently it was a fan-only event, however I’m thinking the die-hard fans were at the much smaller Hammersmith Apollo gig on Sunday – to take our seats at Wembley Arena, and no-one seemed more overwhelmed by the surroundings than dear Bret & Jermaine.

The set lasted for almost two hours, from Too Many Dicks on the Dance Floor to The Robots are Dead, Bowie Song, Same Girl and What’s Wrong With the World Today, along with a stadium-worthy singalong for Epileptic Dogs*. They even threw in some new (read: not on the TV show) tracks, including a gem from Bret, told from the perspective of Tony, a small-town tour guide, as well as Jermaine’s extended tale of wooing a lady – in the 1300s. Miss Mac & I were particularly pleased to hear our personal favourites, Innercity Pressure and I’m Not Cryin’ (respectively), while music teacher Miss Mac later gushed over the lads’ musicianship – especially Jermaine on his ukulele bass.

Accompanied by the New Zealand Symphony Orchestra (one chap, aptly named Nigel), the pair’s sheer enthusiasm for playing such a massive venue, combined with the on-stage banter, made for an awesome show. And Arj Barker was quite good as a warm-up, although not as dry as he has been at shows in Australia/the US.

VERDICT: Four & a half stars. The extra half is for the fact that I’ve finally discovered the genius of Jermaine (I must’ve been blinded by Bret’s lint-ridden jersey collection?). The only things missing were Murray and his Leggy Blonde.

*Any non-fans should note these are indeed real song names. What do you expect, they’re a folk comedy duo from NZ.

Actual fans should note Jermaine is set to erase all memory of Eagle vs. Shark by starring as the villain in the upcoming Men in Black III. Cheers Matt for the tip!

FOTC + Arj photo from Luzer.

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S-s-s-s-s-surfer blood sat with me on a park bench. We had a chat. They’re good guys, if not a little ill-educated in the ways of Twin Peaks. They make lush, somewhat nostalgic pop with lots of distortion, & they’re signed to Kanine (alongside Grizzly Bear).
Frontman JP Pitts is very assured and eloquent whereas bass player Brian Black has all the wit…but you can read more at Artrocker.
Photo from Thomas Zacariah McCormick.

S-s-s-s-s-surfer blood sat with me on a park bench. We had a chat. They’re good guys, if not a little ill-educated in the ways of Twin Peaks. They make lush, somewhat nostalgic pop with lots of distortion, & they’re signed to Kanine (alongside Grizzly Bear).

Frontman JP Pitts is very assured and eloquent whereas bass player Brian Black has all the wit…but you can read more at Artrocker.

Photo from Thomas Zacariah McCormick.

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