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I was just about to note that time-wise this would be Coldplay’s “Some Girls” period where they surge ahead again after a misstep, but that would mean it’s all downhill from here.
Even older, they seem to have discovered an obscure 2000 album called “Parachutes,” by…er, well, never mind.
Not that strange, because I remember Sprockets.
Damn you Stereogum, deleting the self-promo before I had a chance to publicly mock it!
It’s true, no one could have known what went on at the sold-out Staples Center and in Rolling Stone magazine without grabbing it from a random other website.
He’s a super-dork because all “rock stars” are super-dorks with musical talent.
The more I think about that, the more troubling it is to me:
So because a massively popular song happened to be playing when a murder happened – that means it should never ever be used again in public? Seriously? I mean, seriously??
It almost sounds like Yoplait decided that if they were getting flak from the band for using the song, they’d just scorch the earth beneath it. (What do you expect from a company whose containers have been killing small animals for decades in the name of branding?)
Well, “earned” might not be the word – although the author is definitely trying to, um, earn some notoriety with his over-the-top prose. “Blurred Lines” may indeed suck, but that article spends many, many words in a vain attempt to accomplish what some dude at Pitchfork managed to do with a simple borrowed video of a chimpanzee.
1. I’m not sure songs from a band you were in, and that you wrote while you were in said band, count as “covers.”
B. Two is not “a few.” Two is “a couple.”
As for the recordings, seal-of-approval!
It’s not that we FORGET about the Pretty Things, Captain Beefheart or the Incredible String Band – it’s that not that many knew about them in the first place.
Such is the benefit of hindsight – I assume most of us are young enough to not have actually been cognizant of 60s pop culture when it happened, so it’s easy to think all of these bands were shoulder-to-shoulder in the consciousness of every young adult back then, when it just wasn’t the case. While influential, they were known far better by other musicians than the public.
And both Safe As Milk and SF Sorrow came after Pepper…
This. No one – Beatle nor critic – has ever claimed Sgt. Pepper was either the first or the most psychedelic (about as useful a term as “grunge” was in the ’90s) album of its era. What was groundbreaking was the massive numbers of people listening to it.
That said, I prefer Revolver, which IMO works better as an argument for psychedelic groundbreaking. “Tomorrow Never Knows” (the first song recorded for it) is the sound of Lennon pulling out the jackhammer.
After watching samples for a while (let’s call it one-48th of the running time), I’ve already noticed two trends:
1. Jean shorts are apparently back in for women. VERY back in.
2. I’m not sure how I feel about people dancing to a song about being happy while passing actual homeless people. (There seem to be actual homeless people dancing in at least a couple of places, but that doesn’t make the dilemma any easier.)
Why would she have to “cop” to anything? It’s not like she’s smoking crack and drunk-driving while pretending to be the mayor of an elected city. If you think she’s trying to fool someone, it would only be herself.
If this were true, the only true vegans would be those raised as such from birth. It’s not like virginity, where once you lose it it’s gone forever. Being not vegan for a day does not forever make you not vegan.
The only people making it an absolute are those setting rules in their own minds. And that’s basically the definition of religion.
Death Grips are no Replacements, either.
The ‘Mats may have been drunk off their asses most of the time but they cared to show up, and the chaos turned into some legendary shows. Not knowing what you’d get was part of the bargain, and that’s kind of why you went.
If you find that distasteful, I suggest you stay away from the work of The Rolling Stones.
The phrase “Take Back The Night” existed before a group tried to copyright it. What the group is about is actually immaterial — common English words in combination are going to be used by different people in different ways, independently of each other.
If you’re REALLY concerned about building a brand, try to name it something unique.
Much ado about nothing. Shouldn’t hurt Timberlake or the group — in fact, the group is getting more attention by creating a “controversy,” although using phrases like ‘I don’t know what country he’s been in’ could hurt as much as help.
THIS is why we put up with all the other crap Prince does.
Or why we ignore that crap and just listen to the music.
One or the other.
Keep that guitar and pitch-shift Macca’s voice up an octave and you’ve got Jack White.
Meh. Can I see Macca not knowing Krist Novoselic on sight, and maybe not even recognizing the name — and Novoselic is the only non-Foo in the backing group.
Non-issue. Let the man have his story.
So, I while don’t want to demean this event…
How is a 1-hour benefit a “telethon”? Doesn’t the “thon” signify something longer than normal? A “television marathon”?
On the other hand, we’ve already been calling smaller and smaller things “epic” for about a decade now, so maybe we should just screw up “telethon” too.
Words never expected to be in my mouth: “that My Little Pony convention sounds interesting.”
Dude may be freaky but…well, that might move him UP the list.
Please give generously, so that they can afford ALL of the Banana Splits’ old costumes.
It doesn’t suck at all, but it can easily be tossed in a pile with 100 other RHCP songs that have used the same formula since roughly 1995:
1. Band jam.
2. Kledis gets out his rhyming dictionary.
3. Staccato talk/singing and clever words in the verses, drawn-out syllables and simple words in the chorus.
4. Fix Kledis’ vocals and smooth out the mix for radio.
5. Ship platinum.
Maybe if they even just switched it up for once and put the drawn-out syllables in the verses and the staccato talk-singing into the choruses, it might sound a little more novel.
Y’know what chaps my ass?
A persistent, cold wind.