Just a random pic: Patti Smith plays The Boarding House in San Francisco, 1976.
Buffista Music 4: Needs More Cowbell!
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Paging DJ and Kate P specially... The Pierces have a new album on the way! UK release 10/25, don't know US date. But yay!
Huzzah!
oooh! Title track! [link]
Ooh, exciting!
Hey there,
September is my birthmonth so I decided to make my album "Songs the Brothers Warner Taught Me" available on a "pay what you want - even nothing" basis until 11:59pm Pacific Time, Sept. 8
If you've been curious about what sorta music I perform, now's the time to check it out. [link]
The Secret Life of the American Teenage Rock Star
A review of Kristin Hersh's memoir, Rat Girl.
I'll just post two paragraphs here:
Everything—love, fights, ennui—feels amplified during the teen years, and for Hersh, music is a vocation in the most pious sense of the word. "You can't call what I do singing or entertainment. I hiss and yell and wail. Sometimes I make seagull noises, unfortunately. Music is something I have almost no control over. Like well-rehearsed Tourette's." The wailing that seemed so odd coming from a teen girl in the mid-'80s influenced other women who would go on to success in the following decade, from Liz Phair to Courtney Love. For fans of Throwing Muses, it's a pleasure to read about the year when the band's fortunes changed: They go from playing Providence bars to larger clubs in Boston, from a demo cassette to recording a full-length album.
After getting hit by a car while biking to a summer job, Hersh begins to hear songs in her head. Before the accident, music played when she wanted it to; now she can't turn it off. What follows is a vivid depiction of mania: Chords carry the impression of color; songs originate as moans and rattles, shaping themselves into discernable parts. "The noise," she says, "is brutal." The diary entries go from being several pages long and telling stories to just a paragraph or two. She thinks she sees hundreds of bees and a snake; she feels like she's "Falling up, on a high that's spun out of control. A wacky fucking tornado of heat, electricity and energy."
eta: At this point, she was diagnosed as being bipolar....
Attn. bandom folks! "On August 16, Wendy Rollins, a D.J. at Radio 104.4 in Philadelphia, tweeted and confirmed that new My Chemical Romance material had been sent to stations for airplay consideration. Her tweet, which came well before vocalist Gerard Way's cryptic "Look alive, sunshine" tweet, lists "Na Na Na" and "Sing" as song titles from My Chem's upcoming album."
NEW ALBUM. CONFIRMATION. Ohthankgoodness.
Well its about effing time. Those boys are KILLING me.
Now we just have to somehow get Mikey and Toro to not knock-up their cute wives and maybe we'll get an actual tour.