Wednesday, September 30, 2009

An Almost All-Original REM Reunion!



Pssst, did you hear that Bill Berry recently joined Minus 5 onstage at the legendary 40 Watt Club in Athens? Seriously, me thinks the dude is itching to make a return to rock. I gotta believe there will be a full-fledged REM reunion before all is said and done.

I will say that I've been impressed by his chops every time he's hopped behind the kit since leaving the band. He's obviously keeping in shape.

Fingers crossed, toes too.

Minus 5 - Ballad Of John And Yoko

Thanks for da tip, Danny!

New Snow Patrol Single "Just Say Yes"



Am currently digging the new Snow Patrol single, "Just Say Yes", which is a nice rebound from the total letdown that was last year's A Hundred Million Suns.

November 10 brings the release of the band's first hits compilation, Up To Now. The track listing for the album is:

CD1

1. Chocolate
2. Chasing Cars
3. Crack The Shutters
4. Set The Fire To The Third Bar
5. Crazy In Love
6. Just Say Yes
7. Batten Down The Hatch
8. You’re All I Have
9. Hands Open
10. Cartwheels
11. The Planets Bend Between Us (2009 Version)
12. Ask Me How I Am
13. On-Off
14. Making Enemies
15. Run (Live at the Union Chapel)

CD2

1. Take Back the City
2. Shut Your Eyes
3. An Olive Grove Facing The Sea (2009 Version)
4. Run
5. Give Me Strength
6. Signal Fire
7. Spitting Games
8. Open Your Eyes
9. Dark Roman Wine
10. Fifteen Minutes Old
11. You Are My Joy
12. Golden Floor
13. Starfighter Pilot
14. PPP
15. Chasing Cars (Live at the Union Chapel)

Just Say Yes

New Echo & The Bunnymen - "Think I Need It Too"



Let's face it, there are many more people out there interested in hearing the latest P!nk single than anything Echo & The Bunnymen have to offer these days. It's a shame, really, because the band has been putting out some of the best, most consistent music of their career recently. Of course, expecting anything with this much grace, subtlety, and style to be given even a fraction of the attention that a song like "U & Ur Hand" gets by default is apparently too much to ask.

"Echo & The Bunnymen are still together?!"

I know, I know...it's easy to have taken their continued existence for granted when whatever they've been up to as-of-late has flown so consistently under the radar.

True, singer Ian McCulloch did leave the band in the early 90's, but he came back in 1997 and, truth be told, this is the fifth album the band have released since his return.

Most people who call themselves fans of the band would be hard-pressed to name two, I surmise. 2007's brilliant Siberia managed a lowly chart position of #83 in their homeland. Surely, a band that gave us such magical tunes as "Lips Like Sugar" and "Killing Moon" deserves better than that.

The band's new album, The Fountain(which I'll be reviewing later this week) comes out October 12. Here's the first single from the album,
Think I Need It Too
.

TOUR DATES

Oct 22 - The Fox Theater Oakland, California
Oct 24 - Nokia Theatre Los Angeles, California
Nov 15 - Masquerade Atlanta, Georgia
Nov 17 - Black Cat Washington, Washington DC
Nov 18 - State Theatre Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Nov 20 - Kewsick Theatre Glenside, Pennsylvania
Nov 21 - Stage One Fairfield, Connecticut
Nov 22 - Hammerstein Ballroom New York, New York
Nov 23 - House Of Blues Boston, Massachusetts
Nov 25 - Metro Chicago, Illinois

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Kingsize Sounds, October 3 - This Saturday!



Anyone in the L.A. area on October 3rd had better go check out the "Eagle Rock Block" music festival. More importantly, they'd better position themselves at the very front of the Kingsize Sound Labs stage and stay there. By doing so, you will guarantee yourself a great seat in order to submerge your senses in the wonderful sounds of Linus Of Hollywood at 4pm and the supersonic sound waves of my beloved Pulsars at 7pm.

The Pulsars, of course, released a stellar album through Almo Sounds several years back and are the guys behind Kingsize Sound Labs, which was based in Chicago before relocating to Los Angeles.

The Trumfio brothers are two of the good guys and, as the Pulsars, they work up a magic racket that you should definitely check out.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Rainmakers' Bob Walkenhorst Watercolors Exhibit - 3 Days Left!



One of my favorite guys on the planet, Bob Walkenhorst, is quite the artist. Not only has he created many great albums with The Rainmakers, but he also dabbles in watercolors.

His work has been on display all month and has only three days left to go, so if you're anywhere near Westwood, KS, check it out.

Here's a clip of Bob in action with Steve, Bob & Rich (before they changed their name to the Rainmakers):

Pearl Jam "Backspacer"



Pearl Jam - Backspacer


When I was a kid, I wouldn't go near Foghat. Sure, "Slow Ride" was an okay tune, but I just wasn't into that whole boogie-blues thing they had going on.

Then I heard "Wide Boy" from their Girls To Chat And Boys To Bounce album, thought the cover looked cool enough, and that the guys had a new guitarist. Additionally, in an interview, Lonesome Dave mentioned that they were trying to go in a more "new wave" direction.

Normally, this would lead me to recall the Village People's ill-fated foray into "new wave" territory and make me run for the hills, but songs like "Wide Boy", "Live Now, Pay Later" and "Second Childhood" were actually cool tunes.

Much to the surprise of most of my friends, I willingly bought a Foghat album and "Wide Boy" remains one of my all-time fave tunes to date. Of course, I also bought the next two Foghat albums, hoping for more of the same, but ended up being very disappointed.

Now, you're probably wondering what any of this has to do with Pearl Jam. Well, to put it simply, Backspacer is Pearl Jam's Girls To Chat And Boys To Bounce - an album that people who don't necessarily like Pearl Jam will find themselves gravitating towards if they aren't careful.

Well, let me just give you a little background info on my relationship with Pearl Jam. I bought "Ten" when it came out based on all the glowing reviews the album had received. Plus, the "grunge" movement was all-the-rage in the rock media, so I figured I'd better take a listen.

Upon doing so, I quickly sold my copy of "Ten" back to the store where I had purchased it the previous day. The guy behind the counter couldn't believe I didn't like the album. "It sucks donkey balls," I replied.

I have since gone out of my way to avoid Pearl Jam's music, which I have found to be uniformly ham-fisted and one-dimensional. When they took on Ticketmaster, I was actually torn. As much as I loathed Ticketmaster and their bullshit fees, I couldn't quite bring myself to root for Eddie Vedder and the boys. If they won, there'd be no getting rid of them, I thought.

Despite losing that battle, Pearl Jam continued to release one hit album after another. I would listen to each new PJ song that was plugging up the airwaves and wonder what garage anyone who actually likes this crap worked at so I could tell them to cut it the fuck out the next time I was in having my oil changed.

Thankfully, the universe began to right itself following the release of Yield in 1998. It, like each PJ album that had come before it, had been produced by Brendan O'Brien and went platinum. As a result, PJ fired O'Brien when it came time to record their next album, Binaural.

It managed to only go Gold. Riot Act followed and sold even less, but still went Gold. The band parted ways with Epic and signed to Clive Davis' J Records. Their third album without O'Brien came and went with little fanfare. Sure, it went Gold, but Pearl Jam was no longer "the iconic rock band to a generation of guys who think tattoos are the gateway to landing quality chicks" they'd once been.

I, of course, was delighted. It was one thing to hear Vedder murl (it may not be a word, but it describes Vedder's vocal style, so there) his way through one aimless song after another, but another thing entirely to see him elevated to spokesman for a generation of frat boys and other assorted idiots who consider themselves "introspective".

By comparison, he made me appreciate Scott Weiland's ability at the time (however short-lived that may have been) to simply shut up and sing. Wanna hear a guy talk about how important he is? Check out PJ's recent VH1 Storytellers appearance. Yeesh. A man of few words, but, my, what self-reverential words they are.

Ah, but I digress...putting it simply, I was not a fan.

So whoever it was that thought it would be funny to send me an advance copy of Pearl Jam's new CD either didn't know my distaste for the band, or they did and they wanted to see me get all worked up over the fact that this band made another goddamned album.

The thing is, I don't know what even made me listen to the CD, but, the minute I did, I knew I was listening to a new kind of Pearl Jam and, dammit, I liked it.

Right off the bat, I noticed that there were actual songs...with melodies...and some nice differentiation of song arrangements. Heck, there were even certain influences revealing themselves that had not shown themselves on previous PJ albums. There were hints of new wave, glam, even some power pop. "Don't make me fucking like you," I muttered to the CD as it spun out one cool tune after another.

"Oh, you motherfucker," I said one song later.

Backspacer is the sound of a band having foregone the posturing that, for me, sunk many of their previous albums. I mean, Vedder is a huge Cheap Trick fan, having joined them onstage many times over the years, but this is the first album where you can actually HEAR IT.

Did I mention that Brendan O'Brien produced the new album?

So, hey, do yourself a favor and check this album out. It may just scare the crap out of you how much you end up digging it.


Pearl Jam - Johnny Guitar

Cover Song Of The Day: Tommy Emmanuel "Beatles Medley"



Just a reminder for you Midwesterners out there that Tommy Emmanuel has several area gigs taking place over the next several days.

9/28/2009 7:00pm Springfield, IL - **GUITAR WORKSHOP** Springfield Center for the Arts - Time: 7-9:30pm -
$80 General/$50 Students/Military with ID. RSVP: manager@tommyemmanuel.com

9/29/2009 7:30pm Springfield, IL - U of Illinois Springfield, Sangamon Auditorium Info: www.uis.edu/sangamonauditorium

10/1/2009 7:30pm Muncie, IN - Pruis Hall, Ball State U
Tickets $20 via Ticketmaster or Pruis Hall Box Office: (765) 285-5524

10/2/2009 8:00pm Terre Haute, IN - Hatfield Hall, Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology Box Office (812) 877-8544 or www.rose-hulman.edu/performingarts

10/3/2009 8:00 pm New Albany, IN - Paul W. Ogle Center / Indiana Univ. Southeast
Tickets $29.50 through Ticketmaster or Center Box Office

10/4/2009 8:00pm Jasper, IN - Jasper Arts Center Tel: (812) 482-3070


Tommy Emmanuel - Beatles Medley

Friday, September 25, 2009

CRIME PAYS: Darren Robbins Releases New Soundtrack



You know him as the voice behind the imaginary hit radio show, "Awesome Rock Power Hour", and as the lead singer/songwriter of the may-as-well-be-imaginary rock band Time Bomb Symphony.

He also writes a blog you may have heard of...

Now, Darren Robbins gives you Crime Pays, the imaginary motion picture soundtrack to an imaginary movie starring whoever you want to be in it.


Let's Get It On

Tommy Gunn
Straight, No Chaser
Island Intro
Blue Flowers
Emmaline
Crime Pays
Chasing Unicorns
Nobody Gets Out Alive
Adrenaline Junkies
Break It Up
Collect Yr Soul
Everything Is Wrong
I Don't Want To Live This Life
Skywriting At Night
Textural Heaven
Permanently Broken

Friday, September 18, 2009

Sandra Bullock: You Say You Wanna Intervention...?



Lately, I've been thinking that it's time for a serious intervention.

I have watched silently as someone who used to be so successful in their career just continues to carelessly throw it all down the drain.

Never being the sort to meddle, I felt it was not my place to butt in where I knew my opinion was not wanted, but it has reached a point where I literally can no longer watch this person continue to do such things to themselves and to those around them

The person to whom I am referring, of course, is Sandra Bullock, whose latest film to hit theaters is the painfully unwatchable "All About Steve".

In this cinematic colonoscopy, Bullock plays a socially-stunted woman who writes crossword puzzles for the local paper. To say the least, she's a little obsessive-compulsive - think Adrian Monk, but with a hang-up on verbage. Anyhoo, her parents set her up on a blind date with a mild-mannered and ruggedly handsome cameraman played by Bradley Cooper, who may also be in need of an intervention soon if he doesn't learn to JUST SAY NO to a shitty script sent his way.

Long story short, Bullock's character stumbles through the date while Cooper's "Steve" hangs in there much longer than any supposedly rational guy would. The next day, he shakes his head, rolls his eyes, and moves on with his life. Bullock's character does not. In fact, she begins stalking him to the extent that you can't believe the movie doesn't simply end at the half-hour mark with her being hauled off in a straitjacket by the authorities.

Oh, but that wouldn't be a Hollywood ending, now, would it?

Bullock, clad in a ridiculously obvious fake blond wig and loud red go-go boots, proceeds to throw herself headlong into this celluloid shit sandwich in some seemingly desperate attempt to ensure a Razzie nomination, if not a lifetime achievement award.

After all, this is not the first sideways turd Bullock has foisted upon us as of late. Why, only months ago, she ventured forth with the reprehensible "The Proposal", a film that seemed to honestly believe that if you build it - and by "it" we mean a film that centers around two incredibly shallow and unlikeable characters, including the unbelievably cheesy Ryan Reynolds - they will come.

They didn't.

First off, who the fuck thinks Ryan Reynolds even looks real? The guy looks like he fell out of an Archie's comic strip. A leading man in a rom-com he is not. Bullock, by comparison, seems hell-bent on playing only female characters no man on Earth could possibly love.

Miss Congeniality 1 & 2, anyone? How about "Two Weeks Notice"?

Okay, I'll give you "The Lake House" (2005), which was an enjoyable film. Still, she didn't exactly light the screen afire with her magnetism. No, the film succeeded despite her...and despite the emotional vacuum that is Keanu Reeves. Director Alejandro Agresti should have been nominated for an Oscar for not allowing the film to suffer at the hands of such poor casting.

Bullock apologists would surely defend every film she has made as "likable" in much the same manner registered Republicans could never bring themselves to say an unkind word about "their boy" Dubya, but Bullock's next role doesn't bode well for their tenuous grip on reality. She co-stars with the great actor...drumroll please...Tim McGraw in "The Blind Side".

Can her taste really be this bad?

Oh wait, what am I saying? this is a woman whose married to tattooed body shop superstar Jesse James. Of course her taste can be this bad. Additionally, no intervention in the world can save her until she realizes that she has a problem and wants to change.

Until that happens, brace yourselves, movie fans. It's gonna be a long & bumpy ride and if the bus dips below 55mph, we're dead meat.

Tommy Emmanuel Radio Appearance This Sunday!



This coming Sunday (Sept. 20), phenomenal guitarist Tommy Emmanuel will appear on WGN Radio during the Steve & Johnnie Show, which begins at 2AM (Central Time). If you're in the Chicago area already, I urge you to take a nap during the day so that you can be fully awake at that ungodly hour to fully tune into 720 AM on your radio dial and enjoy the guitar wonder that is Tommy Emmanuel. Those not in the immediate area can also listen online

Anyone into the intricate finger-picking style popularized by Chet Atkins (one of Emmanuel's key influences) will be greatly jazzed by Emmanuel's playing. Even if you're not familiar, or never thought you were that into finger-pickingm, once you hear Tommy take a song and turn it on its ear, you'll be a believer, trust me.

There are a great many folks already quite familiar with Tommy's work, but, if you're not, let me try to explain the effect that Tommy's playing tends to have on those seeing or hearing him for the first time: THUD!

That, of course, is the sound of a jaw hitting the floor. That's right, to a man (or woman), anyone previously unfamiliar with Tommy's work is utterly amazed at the creativity and utter guitar prowess this guy has and immediately kicks themselves for not knowing about this guy sooner.

The first time I heard him play, just a couple years ago, I couldn't help wonder why he wasn't a household name.

It isn't like he's been underneath a rock, though. Granted, he did come from Down Under (New South Wales, Australia, to be exact), but he has been incredibly prolific and is constantly on the road.

At present, in fact, he's set to begin a rather lengthy Midwest swing that will take him through Indiana, Illinois, then on to Kentucky.

The dates are as follows:

9/25/2009 8:00pm Ann Arbor, MI - The Ark
Tickets: $25 General / $32 Reserved - Contact: www.theark.org

9/26/2009 8:00pm Kalamazoo, Michigan - The State Theatre
Contact: (269) 345-6500 or www.kazoostate.com

9/28/2009 7:00pm Springfield, IL - **GUITAR WORKSHOP** Springfield Center for the Arts - Time: 7-9:30pm -
$80 General/$50 Students/Military with ID. RSVP: manager@tommyemmanuel.com

9/29/2009 7:30pm Springfield, IL - U of Illinois Springfield, Sangamon Auditorium Info: www.uis.edu/sangamonauditorium

10/1/2009 7:30pm Muncie, IN - Pruis Hall, Ball State U
Tickets $20 via Ticketmaster or Pruis Hall Box Office: (765) 285-5524

10/2/2009 8:00pm Terre Haute, IN - Hatfield Hall, Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology Box Office (812) 877-8544 or www.rose-hulman.edu/performingarts

10/3/2009 8:00 pm New Albany, IN - Paul W. Ogle Center / Indiana Univ. Southeast
Tickets $29.50 through Ticketmaster or Center Box Office

10/4/2009 8:00pm Jasper, IN - Jasper Arts Center Tel: (812) 482-3070

TOMMY EMMANUEL WEBSITE

Tommy Emmanuel - Tequila Slammer

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Snow Patrol - Late Night Tales Due 9/28/09



On September 28 in the UK (or October 20 in the US), Snow Patrol join a growing list of artists who've participated in the Late Night Tales series, wherein they create a virtual mix tape of music by other artists whose music they dig.

The track listing for Snow Patrol's Late Night Tales is as follows:

01. Captain Beefheart - Observatory Crest
02. A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight
03. DJ Food - Dark Lady
04. King Biscuit - Time I Walk The Earth
05. Iain Archer - Canal Song
06. Terry Callier - Ordinary Joe
07. The Week That Was & Field Music - It’s All Gone Quiet
08. Allen Toussaint - Last Train
09. Bobby Gentry - Fancy
10. Arthur Russell - That’s Us / Wild Combination
11. Jim Noir - Eanie Meany
12. School of Seven Bells - Half Asleep
13. TV On the Radio - Family Tree
14. Holy Ghost! - Hold On
15. Super Furry Animals - Download
16. Snow Patrol - New Sensation (Exclusive INXS Cover Version)
17. Miracle Fortress - Next Train
18. John Martyn - Sweet Little Mystery
19. Will Self - The Happy Detective Part 2 (Exclusive Spoken Word Piece)

Here's a recent live snippet of the band doing "New Sensation" and their mega-hit "Run".

Song of The Day: Bruce Springsteen "American Skin (41 Shots)" Studio Version



First off, thanks to my buddy DannyA for providing this one...

There are two things I loved most about Springsteen's live version of "American Skin.

The first is that the song itself was a moving, no-punches-pulled condemnation of the actions of four New York police officers who fired, you got it, 41 shots at Guinnean immigrant Amadou Diallo based on the suspicion that Diallo, who was unarmed at the time, was carrying a gun.

Amazingly, but not surprisingly, all four officers were acquitted at trial.

The other thing I loved was that the police community was not at all happy to have new light shed upon such an absolutely horrendous mistake on their part and vehemently attacked Springsteen. By doing so, they only further revealed themselves as the sort of above-it-all bullies that led to such injustice in the first place.

Absolutely appalling.

What I love about the studio version is that it is even better than the live version.

Bruce Springsteen - American Skin (41 Shots)

OK, This Was Funny...

Beginner's Guide To UFO, Part One



It may be an odd comparison to make, but when the Beatles came along in the very early '60s, playing mostly other people's songs, they still managed to do what no other bands had done. Then they moved on to writing their own songs and, again, they managed to do what no other band had done. Not happy to simply repeat the formula, or sound like any other band, they didn't just create their own style, they invented a musical language that all band's employ to this day. By doing so, they again did what no other band had managed to do.

Over the course of eight years, they somehow managed to not only go from doing other people's tunes to writing pretty good songs of their own, to writing really great songs of their own, to creating psychedelic rock and, yes, even heavy metal ("Helter Skelter" anyone?).

What has always puzzled me is the number of musicians who witnessed such one-of-a-kind greatness, such unspeakable musical highs, and still had the guts to pick up an instrument knowing full well they'd never come close to creating anything remotely groundbreaking, much less listenable. There have been tons of mediocre and downright lousy bands in the years following the Beatles. Some have even managed to get signed and do okay for themselves.

Is it misplaced bravado or simply the desire to feel just a tenth of what John, Paul, George and Ringo felt when they coaxed such beauty from wood and wire?

I ask this because thousands of bands came crawling out of the woodwork during and after the Beatles and the world is a better place because of it. A band didn't have to change the world to give you a fucking rush. Bands like Led Zeppelin injected blues and heavy amplification into the mix and came up with something that would prove to be almost as groundbreaking, but much more sexual, than anything the Beatles had done.

Of course, in their wake, even more bands would follow. While nowhere near as flashy or well-managed, or, for that matter, lucky, a new wave of British hard rock acts emerged in the early '70s. They toured relentlessly, built their audience one town and one show at a time.

One such band was UFO.

While their first two albums, UFO and UFO 2, are not without their moments, they show a band in an almost embryonic stage of development. On UFO 1, though, they do manage to turn in an inspired version of Eddie Cochran's "C'mon Everybody" that recalled Blue Cheer's steamrolling version of Cochran's "Summertime Blues". Cool, but hardly earth-shattering or original.



The band's 1974 opus, Phenomenon, was their introduction to the US market brought about by their move to major label Chrysalis Records. Quite notably, the album also marked the introduction of guitarist Michael Schenker, eighteen years old at the time and fresh from a brief stint with the Scorpions. Already heralded as a very talented guitarist, his addition to the band raised the stakes considerably.

As a result, Phenomenon, while a huge step forward, is still the sound of a band finding its way, gaining confidence with every step. The album opens in passably boogie-riffic fashion with "Oh My", then shifts into a slower gear on "Crystal Light" (hmm, I suddenly find myself thirsty, but for what? Some Crystal Light, perhaps?). By the time "Doctor Doctor" comes roaring out of my speakers, I'm beginning to think that maybe my childhood could have used a little more of this.

Granted, I wasn't even ten years old yet when this album was released and, truth be told, I never actually saw it in any of the record stores I frequented growing up in small town Michigan. If I had, I know the cover would have gotten my attention and that I'd have more than likely picked it up. I mean, as a kid, I bought the "melting face" Peter Gabriel album based solely upon the cover art. Why not UFO?

Having said that, at this point, one must question whether or not UFO's sound truly matches the sophistication of their album covers. Hipgnosis, the art house that designed the cover (as well as other legendary ones for the likes of Pink Floyd, 10cc, Led Zeppelin, ELO, T. Rex, and Bad Company, among others) was known for dreaming up images alternately mysterious and menacing.

Thus, from Phenomenon's cover, one could not be faulted for expecting something slightly more mysterious, more menacing, like Pink Floyd at their most introspective or 10cc with their deceptively subversive musical bends. What one hears instead is the sort of band that would seemingly be just as happy to slap the current version of their four faces on the cover and be done with it. Their lyrics seem to confirm such suspicions, never once conveying anything even remotely mysterious or menacing.

As if to prove my point, "Rock Bottom" announces itself as the sort of clichéd rock song that must have been cool at one time, though I am hard-pressed to determine when that might have been. Truth be told, this is the sort of song that could have only existed (in a serious sense, at least) in the year that was 1974.

By '79, it would be the stuff of sad, out-of-time rock bands at the bottom of a huge bill of bands all opening for Status Quo. By '83, only Spinal Tap could get away with such material and only then with tongue planted firmly in cheek.

The song, the album, and the band themselves are largely representative of the musical no-man's-land that was 1974. For the most part, it was still living in the shadow of the late '60s, but still years away from the vibrant rock explosion of the late '70s that saw punk dismantle the old guard and blaze the trail that would give way to the emergence of bands that would define the "new wave".

Still, refresh my memory…why is "Too Young To Know" not one of those prototypical '70s rock tunes that is a staple of every classic rock station's playlist; one of those songs we all love and know by heart despite ourselves? It's got enough tasty guitar riffage and hooky double-tracked vocals to have achieved certain rock radio saturation. There is no doubt an alternate universe somewhere with much better tunes on their radio stations.

"Time On My Hands" seems intent upon setting the clock back to an even simpler time, with a vocal performance that evokes Faces-era Rod Stewart. Oh, that Stewart should have ever found his way to this song, with all the crap he's been covering lately. He's well-past having the voice to do it justice these days, but Rod pre-"Atlantic Crossing" could have torn the roof off this mutha.

That's not to say that Mogg doesn't give one of his most memorable and spirited performances. In fact, he appears to be hitting his stride just as the album enters the final stretch. On the bluesy Willie Dixon cover, "Built For Comfort", he injects just enough sly confidence to give any UK white-bread blues singer a run for their money. Schenker, by comparison, is the perfect musical foil, unleashing a flurry of licks that mix the familiar with the sublime. One is left wondering why the band didn't devote more time and energy to this sort of material.

Of course, the minute I mention Mogg hitting his stride, the band kills the momentum with, of all things, an instrumental called "Lipstick Traces". On "Queen of The Deep", the band returns to form and closes out the album just as they began - in full boogie mode.



A year later, the band released Force It, an album that raises the stakes with more volume, faster tempos, and tighter arrangements. Mogg seems to have gained a noticeable amount of confidence as a singer and the band is the better for it. Additonally, for once the album cover (two half naked teenagers on the verge of "discovery" in the shower) matches the music found within.

"Shoot Shoot", for example, rockets out of the starting gate like a thoroughbred, the band firing seamlessly on all cylinders. While the band's affinity for mellower tracks on Phenomenon (notably "Crystal Light" and "Space Child") served only to derail the rock & roll juggernaut, the band mercifully makes but one one lightweight pop detour (the forgettable "High Flyer"). The remaining nine cuts deliver the goods in high volume.

Having not been terribly familiar with the band, even I was aware of Michael Schenker's legend as a guitar hero. About halfway through Force It I begin to see why. Not only does he excel in a variety of stylistic environments, from blues to acoustic to all-out gonzo rock, he never attempts to steal the spotlight outright, choosing instead to attack each song with a series of well-placed strategic strikes. As "Keep It Simple Stupid" seems to be an ideology he has taken to heart, his melody lines tend to favor economy over extravagance. This is most evident on the riveting "Love Lost Love".

Beginning with an elegiac piano coda, "Out in the Street" (with the refrain of "Over My Head") is an exciting new addition to the band's sonic palette. Shades of Supertramp melded with thunderous power chords and a strutting Mogg vocal turn. The band revisits the lilting piano line just long enough to create the necessary ebb before once again unleashing the fury. Anyone who thinks the Pixies or Nirvana invented the quiet verse/loud chorus dynamic need only listen to this tune to realize the mistake.

"Mother Mary" is about the closest the band will ever come to being mistaken for Led Zeppelin. To say that this song is a guitar showcase would be an extreme understatement, but, again, even when given the spotlight, Schenker takes only what he needs to get the song's point across.

The real star of this album, and rightfully so, is singer Phil Mogg, who has truly started to emerge with an identity all his own. Still, mich like Schenker at this point, he's more interested in elevating the material than stealing the show.



1976, of course, brought the cheekily titled No Heavy Petting and showed UFO to have no patience for resting on their laurels. Instead, they up the ante considerably with the authoritatively riff-heavy "Natural Thing". Whereas ballads had not necessarily been a strong suit on previous efforts, the plaintive "I'm A Loser" (not the Beatles tune) and the lushly beautiful "Belladonna" break that mold and stand as two of the album's brightest moments.

Of course, when the band pulls out all the stops, as they do on "Can You Roll Her", "Reasons Love", and "A Fool In Love", there are few bands that can touch them. What they may have lacked in mystique or hedonist displays, the band more than made up for with consistent songwriting and no need to rely on a preponderance of bells & whistles or studio trickery.



On 1977's Lights Out, the band is as focused and energized as ever. Mogg's vocals absolutely take this album to another level. While fan favorites "Lights Out" and "Too Hot To Handle" are found here, it is the evocative ballad "Try Me" that knocks the proverbial ball right out of the park.



Upon hearing this record and taking in the sonic assault of a band firing on all cylinders, one is left wondering how such a band could have failed to take the rock world by storm. Granted, the album is the only UFO album to ever break the US Top 40, but is it not worthy of so much more than that? Ity's easily twice the album that Aerosmith's Draw The Line was and that album sold millions.

Granted, Mogg is no Steven Tyler in the showmanship department, but that’s the only thing that Aerosmith has over this band.



Released in '78, Obsession was an album that carried itself with the confidence and swagger of rock royalty. No previous UFO release had opened with a more effective one-two punch than that of "Only You Can Rock Me" and "Pack It Up (And Go)", evoking both Led Zep and the aforementioned Aerosmith at their best.

The orchestral "Lookin' Out For #1" is obviously a track the band felt was the album's centerpiece, as it is later reprised a few songs later, and would can't really argue with their logic. While it remains, at best, a well-kept secret to all but a chosen few, it is easy to see the song's influence on just about every hair metal act to ever walk the earth. With its mid-tempo, Bic-friendly groove, sing-along chorus, and symphonic flourishes, this is the foundation upon which a thousand lesser power ballads were built.

The band can't quite stop itself from unleashing the occasional meat-head rocker, though. Enter the machismo-packed "Hot 'N Ready". Thankfully, the band quickly returns to more righteous fare in "Cherry", which alternates esoteric, stripped down verses with anthemic choruses and does the impossible by working both as a lilting love ballad and all-out arena rocker.

All songs considered, there is no real misstep to be found on this album, which ranks as one of the most consistent and focused efforts of their career. Too bad only a few heard it.



Having toured tirelessly and built up a sizable audience that betrayed their moderate album sales, the band released their first live album, Strangers In The Night seemingly held their best hope for attaining the chart success they'd long dreamed of. The live versions of "Too Hot To Handle" and "Lights Out" attained widespread AOR radio airplay, but failed to make the jump to Top 40 format stations.

In a time when live albums were quite capable of thrusting near-unknowns from obscurity to rock stardom (Peter Frampton and Cheap Trick, to name just a couple), it's a shame UFO were unable to benefit from such an opportunity given the extent to which live versions of "Natural Thing" and Mother Mary far surpass the studio versions.

As the end of the 70's approached, the band had to be thinking that something had to give. They'd done everything they could think of to blow the US wide open and were still "on the verge", at best. Of course, what eventually gave was the floor beneath them when guitarist Michael Schenker chose to leave the band. He craved fame and had obviously grown tired of the lack of forward momentum. It hadn't stopped his ego from growing by leaps and bounds and he'd been chopping at the bit to venture forth on his own.

The band, not as surprised by this move as one might think, took this as an opportunity to wrestle back control of the band from a guitarist who may not have been "serving the song" the way he once had done. Additionally, it gave them a clean slate upon which to craft their next album. They were now a band that could do anything and go in any direction they wish. Heck, they could even work with legendary Beatles producer George Martin, if they wanted.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Coolest Band On The Planet...?



I gotta admit that if they (whoever they are) passed around a secret ballot today and I, as faithful head honcho of the Coolest Rock Blog On The Planet, had to vote for the Coolest Band On The Planet and the choices were:

A) Death Cab For Cutie
B) Foo Fighters
C) Decemberists
D) Whatever Band Jack White Is In At The Moment
E) Whatever Band Jack Black Is In At The Moment
F) Whatever Band Jack White And Jack Black May Form At Some Point In The Future
G) Arcade Fire

I'd immediately shake my head and begin looking for a blank space at the bottom of the ballot large enough for me to scribble my write-in vote...Eagles Of Death Metal.



That's right, these fuckers are half tongue-in-cheek and half serious-as-a-heart-attack and that would be cool in and of itself, but Jesse Hughes tosses a huge cherry on top of a kick-ass rock & roll banana split by writing kick ass tunes.

WannaBe In L.A. (Live in L.A. with Josh Homme)
I Want You So Hard (Live in L.A. with Josh Homme)
Cherry Cola/Brown Sugar
Anything 'Cept The Truth
Heart On

My Advice to Styx and Dennis DeYoung: Hug It Out



Now, I've never been a huge Styx fan, but, having spent a fair amount of time in Chicago, I can tell you that they are a band that is very much a part of the fabric of more than one generation of Chicago rock fans.

For rock fans throughout rest of the country, they were one of a handful of hugely popular bands during the 1980's, right up there with Journey, Foreigner, and REO Speedwagon, that got saddled with the "corporate rock" tag.

In the case of Journey, REO, and Foreigner, the tag fit, but Styx, for all of their success, could hardly be criticized for playing it safe. While they had their share of radio hits, there was nothing at all run-of-the-mill about their songs. They were operatic, with songs that alternated beautifully between balladry and all-out rock. Dennis DeYoung's theatrical leanings complemented rockers Tommy Shaw and James "JY" Young and the result was a sound that was uniquely their own.

Despite my teenage tendency to shy away from anything that was considered "Top 40", I had dug the "Mr. Roboto" single and decided to catch the band during their '83 Kilroy Was Here tour, where they acted out parts of the album and, while Roboto mastermind Dennis DeYoung may have had high hopes for pushing the boundaries of rock and theatre, he really only succeeded in giving most in attendance a real good excuse to take a pee break.

I didn't, of course. Nope, I stuck around and chuckled at Tommy Shaw, who visibly seethed through gritted teeth, traded lines with DeYoung and no doubt thought to himself, "One day, I will get you, you bastard."

Of course, with two such different factions within the same band, there was bound to be tension and, having had enough of DeYoung's control over the band, Shaw left to form Damn Yankees with Ted Nugent and Night Ranger's Jack Blades.

Styx carried on without him and, in 1990, released Edge Of The Century, which included a song called "Show Me The Way" that became a huge hit during the Persian Gulf War, rising to #3 on the Billboard Singles chart.

In 1995, the band reunited with Tommy Shaw for the sole purpose of re-recording "Lady" for their Greatest Hits album. Energized by that experience, the band undertook the hugely successful "Return To Paradise" tour.

The band released Brave New World, their first new studio album in close to a decade, and was once again set to take on the world. The problem was, behind the scenes, they were taking on each other and a serious rift developed within the band with DeYoung on one side and Shaw/Young on the other.


[Styx Day, Chicago, IL 1983 - with then-mayor Jane Byrne]

To make matters worse, DeYoung than contracted a disease that made his eyes unusually sensitive to light, making it impossible for him to tour at the time. He asked the band to wait while he recovered, but the band refused, choosing instead to carry on without him.

This, after all, was Shaw and Young's chance to rock! No more having to tolerate DeYoung's "Broadway bullshit" (my words, but you know damn well that's what they were thinking). Of course, they soon realized that they still had to play certain DeYoung songs. The fans would be up in arms if they didn't, so someone would have to be hired to sing the tunes.

Now, if Styx were really dedicated to re-branding themselves the hard rock act Shaw and Young had long dreamed of being, they'd have chosen to drop the DeYoung tunes completely and focus on Shaw's material. He'd penned his fare share of hits for the band. Hell, he'd written more hits than most other hit acts of the day. They could still headline, no problem.

But no, Shaw and Young chose to get some even more obnoxious bozo to sing DeYoung's tunes. Of course, he'd have no say in the decision-making and, for that, he could have worn a fucking Bozo clown suit and Shaw/Young would not have cared because Styx was now a full-fledged hard rock band, man!


[Um, wow...just wow]

Meanwhile, DeYoung continued his recovery and licked the wounds of having been quite unceremoniously kicked to the curb by his own bandmates. Arguably, it was his fucking band. Shaw and Young had undertaken a mutiny.

And to this day they have continued to capitalize on DeYoung's huge creative contribution to the band. Any mystique that remains to this day does so because of the care DeYoung took in overseeing everything, right down the the album cover artwork. Sure, he may have lost the plot with the "Kilroy Was Here" stage play crap, but "Mr. Roboto" was still their biggest single to date and introduced them to the MTV generation. You can dismiss that all you want, but it kept them viable when other bands from the 70's were doomed to the has-been bin.

DeYoung has been as gracious as anyone can be for having gone through such a bizarre set of circumstances. In 2004, he released The Music Of Styx, Live With Symphony Orchestra to remind people that Styx isn't just a hard rock band. Of course, he too proved himself capable of rocking out on his most recent solo album, One Hundred Years From Now.

One might wonder why he might do such a thing, but, to me, the reason is quite obvious. He's extended an olive branch to the guys in Styx, saying, in essence, "Look, I can rock...I'm not just some Broadway guy. We can work together, I know we can."


[DeYoung advances masked]

Whatever wounds he may still have from the experience of getting tossed out of the band are nothing compared to the phantom pains he must feel with Styx no longer a part of his life. It's gotta be like losing a limb.

To Tommy Shaw and James Young, I say simply:

Get Dennis back. You've had your fun, spending the past decade touring to diminishing returns, releasing completely unnecessary albums, and having to team up with the likes of REO Speedwagon (who really need to get back together with guitarist Gary Richrath, but I digress) and Journey to make the rounds of the Indian Casino circuit. Enough already.

And if that isn't enough, listen to these live cuts...taken from the '96 tour, back when DeYoung was still in the band.

Babe
Blue Collar Man
Come Sail Away
Lady
Renegade
Rockin' The Paradise
Grand Illusion
Fooling Yourself
Too Much Time On My Hands
The Best Of Times

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Katy Perry Is Da Shit!



I wanted to hate her, believe me.

This was, after all, the summer of 2008 and Perry was just another new female singer trying to be risque and pandering the all-too-prevalent "Girls Gone Wild" mentality that is sweeping across America at about the same rate as divorce wherein young girls flash for their fathers, er, I mean the cameras, and kiss other girls because there's just no better way to get back at a Dad who is never there.

Perry, of course, was a Christian singer-turned-not-so-Christian-singer with a song that had an all-too-familiar title to anyone old enough to remember when Jill Sobule had a career-defining hit by the same name a decade earlier.

What was next, a new song called "Bitch" that had nothing but a title in common with Meredith Brooks' hit, or perhaps a new song called "You Oughta Know" that had nothing to do with Dave Coulier?



Actually, that last one wouldn't bother me so much. I mean, the idea that Alanis Morrissette was so enthralled by Uncle Joey from fucking whatever-the-name-of-that-fucking-show-was just ruined the song for me. Maybe Katy could sing about Patton Oswalt and make me wretch all over again.

Ah, but I digress...

It was last year at Lollapalooza when I first realized that Katy's music wasn't so bad. I was there to interview a few indie bands a day before the festival began and, as they tested out the huge PA system at the main stage, they played numerous tracks from Katy's breakthrough album, One Of The Boys. The tunes fucking rocked and I found myself digging the production as well.

Plus, she actually had a voice that hadn't been Pro Tooled beyond recognition, a la every Britney Spears album of the last half-decade.

Sure, she and Britney's albums are pretty much interchangeable considering the same team of writers, er, I mean co-writers, is responsible for both artists' latest releases.

What sets Katy apart from the Britneys and Pinks and Avrils of the rock world is that
she isn't just a puppet for the bevy of producers and writers and label executives behind the scenes. Pink may walk like she has a cock but she's a puppet, don't fool yourself. Britney...basket case. Avril, total tweener Joan Jett wanna-be, whatever.




All those other girls are Toni Basil to Katy's Pat Benatar.

Ten years from now, Katy will still be around, as sexy and spunky as ever, having married her guitarist, and making music for the sheer love of it. The others will still be posturing and posing, eager for just one more minute in the spotlight.

Katy Perry - Thinking Of You (live)

Oprah Winfrey And America



It has become painfully obvious as of late that America has a very selective memory.

They forget that Oprah Winfrey was a bottom-feeder just like Sally Jessie Raphael and Maury Povich were in the 80's and 90's, giving her viewers their daily dose of "Hey, you think your life is fucked up? Check this out!" sensationalism.

Maury, of course, has gone so far off the deep end for ratings that one can hardly remember a time when he had any credibility to speak of, which, again proves my point about what a selective memory we have.

These days, Oprah is not just a host of a daily chat show, she is someone most of her faithful viewers consider a dear friend, a confidant, and someone whose words they follow without question. If she recommends a book, millions of women with no original thought of their own head to Borders the next day to make their purchase.

Never mind that Oprah recommended that pack of lies that was James Frey's A Million Little Pieces, wherein he created a whole litany of pathologically false details about his supposed drug and alcohol addiction.

Did Oprah even read the book? My hunch is no, but that one of her underlings whose responsibility it is to find topics for shows, new Oprah Book Club selections, and the like was quite taken by the buzz surrounding the book. They may have even read it, but, again, my hunch is no.

See, all that is necessary to become a topic of a future Oprah taping is to be able to tug at the heart strings of the average female office chick who has abandoned every dream they ever had as a child for life in a beige cubicle and evening parked in front of the boob tube catching up on all the shows they missed while pushing papers from one box to the other and/or updating their Excel spreadsheets.

Their job has become routine to the point of hardly ever having to think anymore and their TV choices have become much the same and they've come to allow Oprah to do the thinking for them. Chances are there isn't a movie they've seen, CD or book they've bought without first getting Oprah's permission.

When she closed down three blocks of Chicago's Michigan Avenue to film her "season opener", women who'd once chided their own kids for wanting to sleep in front of the Best Buy in hopes of nabbing an Xbox were now chomping at the bit to pull an all-nighter of their own in hopes of getting a good seat to see Oprah.

This week, Oprah brings us the much-hyped Whitney Houston interview where Oprah proclaims that no question is off-limits. Well, of course no question is off limits. Whitney's a coke head who threw away the most lucrative career in all of pop music and ruined one of the finest set of pipes of our generation (or so many have told me, although I strongly disagree, but will allow for the sake of this article).

With no question being off limits, though, Oprah simply steps into the role Holy Enabler Of All Enablers, throwing one soft lob after another and allowing Whitney to re-write her own history in order to gain sympathy from Oprah's audience, thereby capitalizing on ye olde "selective memory" in hopes of enticing the Cult Of Oprah to rush out and buy Whitney's "triumphant comeback album" sight unseen.

"Oh, she's so brave."

"Poor thing."

Such words will no doubt be uttered by the cubicle-dwelling women of this once-great country as they willingly buy into the mythology and outright lying that Oprah and Houston undertake in order to a) boost ratings, and b) boost CD sales.

This will entail blaming everything on Bobby Brown. "I never touched cocaine til I met Bobby," Whitney will no doubt admit with eyes darting sideways. If she can cry on-cue, bonus points will be awarded.

The truth is that Whitney Houston chose to embark upon a relationship with a man who makes Ike Turner look like Michael J. Fox. Anyone who has ever gazed at Brown's flop-sweaty forehead, cock-eyed demeanor and said "Yeah, gimme some o' dat" was 110% ghetto. Whitney's no different. She wanted a little danger and she got it.

Anybody remember that footage of Whitney be driven up to the prison gates in a limo to meet a just-released Bobby Brown? This was not a woman unaware of her situation.

Of course, her love for the crack pipe eventually made even Bobby Brown go "Daaaayum!"

By undergoing an "Oprah makeover", Whitney is no doubt banking on America's short-term memory loss.

That millions of women are being taken in by this smoke-and-mirrors act as I speak is amazingly disheartening. In their eyes, Oprah isn't the woman who once crawled in the TV muck with the rest of the sleaze merchants, she is the very essence of intelligence and sophistication. She can do no wrong.

Oh, did I mention that she just teamed up with Tyler Perry to make a movie? Yeah, that's sophistication, alright.

Perry, who has carved out a monster career proving on a daily basis that no one ever goes hungry by underestimating the intelligence of their audience, now wants a little slice of that Oprah Pie for himself. By joining forces with Oprah on the "critically-acclaimed" story of a black girl who overcomes crushing abuse (sigh), the two will not only lead their respective sheep to water, resulting in sizable opening-week box-office numbers, they'll each dominate the media for a few more weeks and grow even more sophisticated and God-like in the eyes of their brethren in the process.

The hilarious thing is that Oprah honestly believes that she's helping people with all of this preachy nonsense. Sure, poor Oprah had it rough. But she didn't so much overcome anything as swear to one day get her revenge, which she has done by celebrating all that is shallow and ultimately meaningless. There is nothing of substance to be found in anything the likes of James Frey, Dr. Phil, or Whitney Houston have ever done, but God bless Oprah for raising it to almost religious importance anyway.

Enough already.

Idiot Box: Tuesday, September 15, 2009


The times below are per general prime-time scheduling, please check your local listings for actual air times.

8:00 PM

Discovery Channel brings us yet another variation on the oddly popular "dipshits on a boat" theme with "Swords: Life On The Line". Woo hoo, back-to-back episodes.

CNBC brings us "One Year Later", in which the recovery from last year's economic meltdown is examined. Um, what recovery?

FOX warms our love handles with the season finale of "More To Love" in which some dude named Luke dates portly chicks, like anyone with an IQ above ten could give a damn.

But weight (get it?), there's another show with fat people on NBC! What's a poor Cheetoh-fingered couch potato to do? Watch another season of "World's Biggest Loser", no doubt.

Amazingly, Spike is relatively free of UFC numb skulls beating the hell out of each other on a mat full of the blood of previous "no-brain-no-pain" poster boys who got their bells rightfully rung. Instead, there's a three-fer of "Surviving Disaster" where some adrenalin junkie-slash-expert tells you how to escape from a burning building. 9PM's episode is how to survive a plane hi-jacking, and the 10PM episode explains the nuances of escaping a hurricane. Of course, I could save you an hour and just say "GET THE F@$% OUT BEFORE IT GETS THERE!", but what fun would that be?

The CW brings us yet another groundbreaking episode of "90210", where the topic of sexting is turned into a really, really dumb waste of an hour.

Texas Hold 'Em Addicts Rejoice: ESPN brings us continuing action from the "2009 World Series Of Poker" at the Rio. There's a second episode at 9PM.

If a two-hour profile on "Christina Aguilera" is your idea of a good time, get your Juicy-sweats-wearing-ass over to the E! Channel, pronto!

And, last but not least, its Clown Car Vagina Night on TLC with two half-hour episodes of "Jon Hates Kate Plus 8"(sorry, couldn't help myself)

9:00 PM

On CBS, "Big Brother 11" continues to defy logic and kill brain cells. I have a friend who watches this show religiously. She says she likes it because it gives her a chance to turn off her brain for awhile. Wow. Just wow. Oh, wait, that's right, she watched Oprah earlier in the afternoon so, yeah, her brain must be exhausted.

On ABC, "Shaq Vs." puts the Shaq-m,an up against bong-huffing swimmer Michael Phelps in what, a contest to see who can hold their breath under water the longest?

Clown Car Vagina Night night continues with two back-to-back half-hour episodes of "18 And Counting", which should actually be called "19 And Counting" because these idiots just popped out another rugrat.

10:00 PM

Every time I see a preview for another episode of "Sons Of Anarchy" on FX, I keep thinking Peg Bundy finally left Al and joined a biker gang...and how that makes total sense. Yet another celebration of tats, choppers, and guys who'd look like dorks if not for all the regulation "bad-ass" accessories.

NBS brings us the second night of "The Jay Leno Show", which looks a lot like "The Tonight Show", if you ask me. Wow, Jay, way to come up with something different. Well, at least the desk is gone, right? That was the best part of the fucking Tonight Show, man, like the time Drew Barrymore got on top of it and flashed her ...oh, wait that was Letterman. Now that I think about it, I can't remember one moment from Jay's time on the Tonight Show...that's gotta tell you something.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Decorum, Anyone?



Late last week, I was already determined to write an article about the thundering ignorance and abhorrent decay in decorum expressed by people who should fucking know better, but was thinking to myself that it would sure be nice to have another example with which to flesh out my rant.

While I didn't actually pray for such a thing, God no doubt read my mind and then spoke directly to his faithful servant Kanye West, who, without thinking (as usual), leapt into action.

The thought never occurred to him that there might be something wrong with storming the stage and interrupting Taylor Swift's acceptance of her MTV spaceman paperweight and, well, that's pure, 100%, unadulterated Kanye. I honestly expected the audience to applaud his actions, but they surprised me by letting him have it, and rightfully so.

The dude's a narcissistic, delusional no-talent who has been lauded by idiots-with-bricks-for-ears (Jay-Z, I'm looking at you) for far too long. While I would like to believe that most people were simply responding to detestable behavior and would have responded the same way no matter who it was up there acting the ass, a part of me still fears that the boos that went up from the cheap seats were merely an indication of Kanye's decline in popularity.

If it had been Beyonce herself her stormed the stage and declared herself the rightful winner, my hunch is that the place would have gone absolute ape shit...happy, gleeful ape shit.

And, well, that's not a good thing at all.

Of course, that's just one demographic of the great American pie.

When Serena Williams lost her cool and unleashed a profanity-laced tirade that culminated with her verbal threat to kill the line judge for an admittedly horrendous call on the official's part, the sold-out crowd that witnessed the event went so far as to yell "Yes you did!" in response to Williams' attempt to deny that she had, in fact, threatened the line judge's life.

Your average tennis crowd is admittedly upscale, college-educated, and not black. Some might even own a Kanye West CD, but mostly because they have idiotic kids (and, let's face it, from the looks of it, most kids these days are idiots..all except yours, of course) that think Kanye is the shit.

The U.S. Open officials penalized Serena (and rightfully so), resulting in her automatically losing the match. Sounds like a pretty severe punishment, right? Nah, not so much. Serena was pretty much well on her way to losing the match and some sports experts have gone on-record as saying that Serena was well aware of this when she went after the official. Regardless of how far ahead or behind you may be, a horrible call is a horrible call, but anyone who thinks they've still got a shot at winning certainly knows to handle their outrage with extreme diplomacy.

Even legendary tennis bad boy John McEnroe thought Serena crossed a mighty big line. You've got to admit that, while McEnroe certainly let his fair share of judges know how he felt about their calls, he never threatened to kill any of them and, thus, never got penalized to the extent that Williams did.

Ah, diplomacy...what a lost art.

Just ask Rep. Joe Wilson, who did the unthinkable and yelled "You lie" during President Obama's recent speech to Congress.

Never before had such a breach in decorum taken place and, while members of his own party were appalled at the outburst, you just knew that there were those secretly applauding his behavior. That's right, there are people in this country who don't think Wilson did anything wrong.

Now, I gotta ask...where was Wilson when Dubya was in office and the whole country knew that he and Cheney were lying to our faces? Oh, right, Wilson's a Republican. Truth doesn't apply to you if it happens to be inconvenient at the time. Oh, but if a Democrat doesn't spout your rhetoric, off come the gloves and suddenly Obama's mama wears combat boots.

Sadly, that is how divisive the state of politics has become. We've got the Republicans and Democrats fighting like the Hatfields and McCoys, willfully ignorant of the fact that, regardless of party affiliation, they are first and foremost Americans.

No longer do the opposing sides...of the same side...diplomatically work to come to some agreeable compromise for the good of the country. Instead, they enter into one childish pissing contest after another and those who have the most to lose potentially are the ones applauding such behavior from "their guy".

Nobody wants to admit they're wrong, nobody wants to lose, and nobody wants to take the time to read the specifics of the government bailout, much less the propsed health reform. Why bother when you've got some blowhard from Fox News telling you all you need to know when they haven't read anything but a teleprompter in ages?

Ignorance is bliss.

The sad thing is that those who undertake such behavior and contribute to continual lowering of the moral bar end up buying themselves a ton of free publicity in the process. You and I both know that there is no bad publicity that can't be spun or used for one's own career or financial gain.

Kanye Interrupts Taylor Swift's VMA Speech
You Lie! - Rep. Joe Wilson Interrupts President Obama's Speech
Serena Threatens to Kill US Open Line Judge

CD Review: Muse - The Resistence



Muse - The Resistance

What I've always liked about Muse is that they wear their influences on their sleeve and, well, they're really great influences. You've got one part U2 at their most anthemic, another part Radiohead at their most accessible, a little Queen here, some Primal Scream there and voila!

The other thing I like about Muse is that you pretty much know what you're going to get with a new album. This isn't a band that wants to wash their hands of the sound that made them famous the way The Edge totally abandoned his own trademark stylings and singlehandedly made U2's Pop album a lost and very non-essential listen. Nope, this is a band that knows how their bread is buttered and views each new album as a celebration of the very sound that they have created and made their own.

Thus, The Resistence is very much a continuation of their stellar last album, Black Holes And Revelations. Truth be told, many of the songs on the band's latest effort would not sound out of place on that record.
Some may view this negatively and my hunch is that these are the same few poseurs who can't quite admit to themselves that Radiohead's last few albums could have been so much better if the band wasn't so bent on taking the road less traveled.



Thankfully, Muse have avoided such pitfalls and, while its a well-traveled road, the view is spectacular. Singer Matthew Bellamy's vocal rise and fall, ebbing and flowing in such a way as to heighten the tension, each soaring chorus a brilliant payoff.

What I've always found amusing about Bellamy and company is that they view themselves as a prog-rock band. It's easy to tell they were raised on healthy heaps of Queen and Hipgnosis album covers, but they take those leanings and channel them into songs that are concise, jagged aural attacks on the senses. Why bore an audience with a song that takes up the entire side of an album and never goes anywhere when you can go for the throat right off the bat?

"United States Of Eurasia", for example, is a wonderful Queen homage that does a fantastic job of nailing the very essence of that band and seemlessly making it their own.

One cannot listen to "Guiding Light" without imagining the scene of a sold-out Wembley Stadium crowd swaying in unison, lighters...er, cell phones held ablaze, each singing along with Bellamy as a moment few will ever forget is created before each of their eyes.

That very image is what makes The Resistence so fucking great: it's a stadium rock for people who remember stadium rock fondly and know that for every Nirvana that tears down the arena rock beasts that become too bloated to thwart such an attack there is a band like Muse to bring it back and make it better.

GRADE: 8.5 out of 10

The Best Breakup Albums EVER!



Let's face it, most of us have gone through a breakup or three. The thing that I've noticed is that, regardless of whether you're the one delivering the fateful blow or you happen to be on the receiving end of "We're through!", it tends to do your head in, so to speak. If you're anything like me, there are a couple records you associate with every painful romantic crash-and-burn because those were the records that got you through it.

Of course, there are also those records made by artists who, at the time, were going through some romantic turmoil of their own. You don't have to be going through your own private hell to love those records, though. In some cases, the artists pain is akin to a car crash that you can't not stare at as you drive by, thanking your lucky stars it isn't you.

This list is a gathering of the most essential breakup records of all time.



Aimee Mann/Til Tuesday

Okay, I'm just gonna come right out and admit that it is darn near impossible to pick just one Aimee Mann CD for this list. Heck, one could list them all, but then, of course, there'd be no room for any other albums. I'm not writing an encyclopedia here, folks. From her debut effort fronting til tuesday to her most recent effort, Fucking Smilers, Aimee has carved out one helluva niche as a woman who sings about the worst parts of romantic entanglement; the arguments, lies, and nuclear fallout that most of us experience at one time or another.

Of course, if I had a dollar for every "art chick" who got dumped and, as a result, decided to pick up a guitar with the idea of "writing some songs", my bank account balance would put Bill Gates' chump change to shame. Aimee, of course, was no different in that respect. What soon set her apart from her heartbroken six-string brethren was that she actually wrote some fucking great songs.

Thankfully for us, she also went through what seems to have been quite the revolving door of busted relationships, affairs, and the like, and has seemingly documented every last one of them in song.

With a career that now spans three decades, Aimee has become a master of sorts and painting vivid and sometimes haunting images of love having run its course and, in doing so, she has come to all but wash her hands of her earliest work. Either that or maybe there's some other reason she no longer performs her biggest hit single EVER in concert. It is obvious that she views such songs as "Voices Carry" and "Looking Over My Shoulder" as pedestrian, but I beg to differ. One doesn't have to be Van Gogh to still be brilliant and, when speaking of the human heart, sometimes the more direct approach - free of abstraction for abstraction's sake - is a helluva lot more effective and endearing. With that in mind, I point you in the direction of "Don't Watch Me Bleed" from til tuesday's Voices Carry album.

Of course, by the band's second album, Welcome Home, Aimee was already moving away from the "ripped from my diary" realism of her debut and beginning to paint with a plethora of subtle tones. While it was a commercial disappointment for not repeating the formula of their debut, that album is a stunning display of Mann's burgeoning songwriting talent. "Coming Up Close", in fact, remains one of the best songs Aimee has ever written.



Snow Patrol - Eyes Open

Unlike Aimee Mann, who seemingly has one heart-wrenching song for every time her heart has been injured in the game of love (Wow, a Donnie Iris reference, who saw that coming?), Snow Patrol leader Gary Lightbody wrote not one, but two startlingly confessional albums about a single relationship that, to hear him tell it, ended quite badly.

Over the course of an entire album, you think you’d get a little tired of the subject matter, but Lightbody has a real knack for coming at it from all sorts of different angles and, in doing so, comes close to capturing the multitude of nuances that encircle the human heart in the wake of a bad split. He wrestles with anger, sorrow, and his continuing love for the woman even though things are wrecked beyond repair. To know the door is forever closed and still muster the courage to say “I'd give my left nut for just one more moment with you” is the sort of bravery for which most soldiers receive a Medal Of Honor.

Considering the fact that three years passed between albums, one couldn’t blame Lightbody for moving in if he chose to do so. Thankfully, for Eyes Open, he did not. Turns out the wounds were still just as fresh in his mind and that there was many songs of heartbreak left to be sung. What truly helps sell the material, I believe is Lightbody’s self-deprecating manner and cherubic voice. It’s as innocent and open a voice as I’ve ever heard in rock music and one can’t hear a Snow Patrol song without believing that Gary is one of the good guys. How he could have done his lady so wrong is a thought few ever stop to consider because his voice doesn’t ever contain a bit of anger or betrayal, even when expressing anger at his own betrayal.

Most heartbreaking of all is a song such as "You Could Be Happy", in which he imagines his ex having gone on to all new heights of happiness and knowing he'll never be sure one way or the other, being no longer a part of their world.

One almost wishes that he never truly gets over it, so that each new Snow Patrol album continues to breathe wonderful new life into the most universal of themes.



Elvis Costello - Blood And Chocolate

With his first marriage lying in tatters, Costello - still churning out an album every six months, it seemed - seemed to turn his songwriting sights upon his ex-wife. As a singer with a penchant for writing songs that were concise, emotionally-charged hand grenades of their own, Costello now had a renewed sense of purpose and, well, a new target in his ex-wife.

With the Attractions providing the necessary muscle as needed, there is venom in spades to be found throughout the album. For Costello to pull any punches, of course, would have been akin to “insult comic” Don Rickles resisting an easy target. Still, there are few more capable of conveying the anger and hurt of unexpected betrayal than Costello and no single song showcases his ability to convey simple, universal thoughts in ways that can startle even those who have been there more than "I Want You".

Admittedly, his previous album, King Of America, had been recorded after the end of his marriage, but the Elvis that recorded that album seemed to still be reeling from the event. While it may have led him to momentarily declare a separation from his stage name in favor of the one he’d been given at birth, Declan MacManus, it wasn’t until he began writing songs for Blood And Chocolate that he turned anguish into art.



Chris Isak - Forever Blue

Very few would ever think smooth crooner Chris Isaak – he of the boyish charm, rugged good looks, and way with a song - would ever get his heart’s bell rung, least of all Chris himself. But that’s what happened and, as a result, Isaak’s fifth album, Forever Blue is a soul-baring collection of songs. The wearing of heart-on-sleeve doesn’t stop there, as the liner notes include a farewell note to the woman that scorned him.

Let’s face it, in a lesser artist’s hands, such full-on wallowing in one’s own misery would be a recipe for disaster, but Isaak does quite the opposite and turns in the best, most consistent album of his career.

I am sure there are hundreds of women who would agree and who came to adore Isaak even more upon hearing songs like “Somebody’s Crying”, “Graduation Day” and the irresistible “Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing”.



Frank Sinatra - Sings For Only The Lonely

For a guy who had once so groovily sang Songs for Lovers and Songs For Swingin’ Lovers, urging others to come fly with him, the somber tone of Sings Only For The Lonely was a new Sinatra revealing pain, anger, and confusion in a way no other artist of his stature had ever dared to attempt. At the time, admitting such weakness was akin to Babe Ruth striking out without taking a swing, or Sonny Liston taking an intentional fall.

Of course, the entire world seemed to know almost as much about his private life as he did when his marriage to Hollywood starlet Ava Gardner came to an end. Additionally, his arranger Nelson Riddle had suffered the loss of his own mother and daughter. Together, he and Sinatra chose material that centered around sadness and loss, creating an virtual concept album of sorts.

While he working relationship with Riddle seemed almost one of convenience at the time, Sinatra has often spoke quite highly of this album, and well he should, as there remains no other album from that genre that so fully and proudly expresses the pain of immense heartbreak. To have a star of Sinatra’s magnitude willfully appear as human as the rest of us certainly endeared him to a lot of people who would not have gravitated to his music otherwise, myself included.



Phil Collins - Face Value

Widely considered Phil's "divorce album", this career-defining effort was recorded mostly in Collins' home studio in the aftermath of his first divorce. While "In The Air Tonight" is best-known for its atmospheric tom tom's and appearance in an iconic scene from "Miami Vice", it and most of the album speak to the level of heartbreak Collins had been going through. "If Leaving Me Is Easy" is a beautiful, weary realization that, no matter how great we think we are, sometimes we can lose our biggest fan and confidant in the bid to reach for something more. Collins, of course, chose Genesis and extensive touring over his wife and paid a heavy toll.



Marvin Gaye - Here My Dear

Not only was Marvin Gaye coming off of a pricey divorce from, he was forced to make an album in order to help pay off the settlement. This, of course, is that album and Gaye pulls no punches. While there had no doubt been heavy breakup albums before Gaye threw his hat in the ring, nobody came at it in quite the way Marvin did, creating songs that were almost open conversations between he and his ex, albeit there'd be know getting a word in edge-wise for the former Mrs. Gaye. This was Marvin's chance to set the record straight once and for all and, well, he did just that and then some on tracks such as the succinct lament "You Can Leave But Its Going To Cost You".



Jon Brion - Meaningless

Brion's best known as a composer of music for films such as Magnolia, I Heart Huckabees and Punch Drunk Love (to name just a few), but the simple truth is that Brion came west from the Boston area to try to get a revamped (and ill-fated) 'til Tuesday line-up off the ground. When that failed, he and Aimee Mann each opted for solo careers, but, from the sound of his first solo album (one that was recorded for Atlantic then shelved for what seemed an eternity), he and Aimee share an innate ability to turn heartbreak into one great song after another.

Whether its love in the process of unraveling, or reeling from the blow of old wounds reopened, Brion paints one portrait after another that bristles with universal recognition. We've all been there, but Brion was taking notes. No song nails it more perfectly than the riveting "Ruin My Day", with dead-on lines such as "I don't wait by the phone like I used to/I don't hope for kind words you might say/You don't prey on my mind like you used to/But you can still ruin my day."



Destroy The Heart - Destroy The Heart

The title says it all. The end of a decade-long relationship and finding out that not only do you have cancer, but that this particular doctor says you have only two months to live. Even spaced apart a few years, those things could mess with your head. When they happen in the same week, though, "fuck...dude...you okay, man?" just doesn't cut it.

The truth is that if this album had been released at a time when the industry wasn't in shambles and radio & MTV still played more cool stuff than crap, this album would be known the world over as one of those albums you pop in the player after your heart has been run through the ringer. Listen to "My First Night Without You" and you too will be convinced, not to mention left wondering how you are only just now finding out about such a great tune.



Bob Dylan - Blood On The Tracks

Over the course of a career that now spans five decades, Dylan has covered a lot of ground and done the near-impossible by very rarely repeating himself. On this effort, Dylan was bringing his candid and oft-sharp tongued poetry to the subject of his recent divorce. Never before had Dylan worn his heart so brilliantly upon his sleeve, giving the music world an intimate glimpse into the psyche of a man knocked down by love, but far from out.

Whether its love in the process of unraveling, or reeling from the blow of old wounds reopened, Brion paints one portrait after another that bristles with universal recognition. We've all been there, but Brion was taking notes. No song nails it more perfectly than the riveting "Ruin My Day", with dead-on lines such as "I don't wait by the phone like I used to/I don't hope for kind words you might say/You don't prey on my mind like you used to/But you can still ruin my day."



Adam Schmitt - Illiterature

Having parted ways with a longtime flame AND having been seriously injured in a car crash, Adam Schmitt was feeling a bit blue. Thankfully, he had a recording studio in his living room and a lot of time on his hands...not to mention a Warner Brothers recording contract. The result of that troubled time is this record that only a few discerning souls seem to know about. For much of the album, Adam puts on the bravest face he can muster, but there are cracks in the facade noticeable to anyone who listens closely. Then, on the album's last three cuts, the proverbial levee breaks and Adam comes clean...completely clean. "Shreds" is the best song John Lennon never wrote, much less sang and Schmitt absolutely nails the vibe of Lennon's Lost Weekend. On "Thanks For Showing", though, he sarcastically thanks his ex for a whole angry grocery list of things. It's an incredible listen.



Matthew Sweet - Girlfriend

For many, Matthew Sweet is just one of those power pop guys who has been lucky enough to score a couple near-hits and eek out a rather lengthy career. While these days, he's only too happy to record cover tunes with Bangles singer Susannah Hoffs (and, hey, what guy wouldn't give his left nut for that gig?), back in '90, he was wondering if he'd ever find a label willing to put out his latest record, Nothing Lasts.

Renamed Girlfriend and released at the tail-end of '91, Sweet was soon all over MTV as the album's title cut clawed its way up the singles charts. It was a nifty little single that wormed its way into a lot of people's heads, but those that dug a little deeper and listened to the rest of the album found that things in Sweet's world were anything but happy. This was a guy reeling from a bad, bad breakup, getting crushes on movei starlets, and trying to find his way out of the abyss. Some songs were hauntingly beautiful ("Your Sweet Voice"), others were cringe-inducing ("You Don't Love Me"), but, oddly enough, such honesty was impossible to deny.



Elliott Smith - XO

With a voice as angelic as Smith's, you could sing the phone book and still find yourself humming along. So when you realize that the majority of songs on Smith's breakthrough album seem to center around the sadness and confusion of failed relationships, it's hard to not find yourself siding with Smith and seeing a lot of your own experiences in such songs as "Oh Well, OK".

A friend of mind once said that a lot of people may have bought this album, but none of them will actually get the album until they've had their heart broken. Sadly, Smith passed away much too early and one can't help but wonder what he would have accomplished had he not perished under highly questionable circumstances.



Material Issue - Telecommando Americano

There's not much to say about this album that hasn't been said before. The band's singer/songwriter committed suicide in 1996, but not before he and his band recorded an album's worth of demos while trying to secure a new record deal. Many of the songs show Ellison still trying to make some sense of a recent breakup, but, sadly he never found the resolution necessary to move on with his life.

Knowing such circumstances makes songs like "You Were Beautiful", "What If I Killed Your Boyfriend?" and "Satellite" difficult to listen to and the lyrics all the more emotionally charged.



The Posies - Dear 23

The Posies are nothing if not their own band. Of course, by bucking the trend of being from Seattle, but not playing grunge, they pretty much guaranteed their own major label demise, but did stick around long enough to release three pretty great records for Geffen.

The first of those records, Dear 23, is easily one of the most overrated rock gems of the last thirty and a helluva great breakup record. With my own young and ill-conceived marriage on the rocks at the time, when I heard the album, I was amazed by the similarities between my situation and that portrayed songs like "Suddenly Mary" and "Apology". Was Jon Auer and/or Ken Stringfellow going through the same hell as me? It sure sounded like it.

John Leckie's production acts almost as another member of the band, helping to create a stunning and varied musical clarity throughout.

Don't believe me? The next time you see the CD in the used bins, drop a few bucks and listen for yourself. My hunch is that you'll thank me later so, with that in mind, you're welcome!

Here, compliments of the fine folks at imaginary record label He's A Whore Records, is the imaginary hit compilation World's Best Breakup Songs. Enjoy!



Adam Schmitt-Thanks For Showing
Bob Dylan-If You See Her Say Hello
Chris Isaak-Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing
Destroy The Heart-My First Night Without You
Elliott Smith-Oh Well, OK
Elvis Costello-I Want You
Frank Sinatra-Guess I'll Hang My Teardrops Out To Dry
Jon Brion-Ruin My Day
Marvin Gaye-You Can Leave But It's Going To Cost You
Material Issue-You Were Beautiful
Matthew Sweet-You Don't Love Me
Phil Collins-If Leaving Me Is Easy
The Posies-Suddenly Mary
Snow Patrol-You Could Be Happy
Til Tuesday-Don't Watch Me Bleed

Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers-This One's For Me