Two fine upstanding cities played host to the music world this weekend, with the Vegoose and Voodoo music festivals taking place in Las Vegas and New Orleans respectively. We’ll have
Hey, so this may qualify as blogger auto-eroticism or patently unnecessary self-aggrandizement, but an astute reader points out that today’s Seattle Times piece on Rodrigo y Gabriela not only quotes
We’re less than a month away from the highly anticipated theatrical debut of Todd Haynes’ mostly authorized Bob Dylan biopic, I’m Not There. But many of us are probably just
Sixteen years ago today the world lost the man perhaps most responsible for this site’s possible existence. Bill Graham escaped Nazi Germany, stole Buddy Hackett’s car, discovered Santana, delivered Otis Redding to white audiences, brought the Allman Brothers to national prominence, indirectly kicked Zeppelin out of the United States, put on The Band’s Last Waltz and promoted just about every worthwhile show and festival that didn’t conclude with a fatal stabbing.
He’s a truly memorable figure. So on this day, the anniversary of his untimely death returning in a helicopter from a Huey Lewis & The News concert, we honor the man some consider to be the best supporting actor in the history of music.
I’m all for alleged OiNK founder Alan Ellis’ freedom from prosecution and cult hero status, but someone needs to help this dude out with his analogies. Ellis told The Telegraph
As we discussed earlier this morning, the popular file-sharing and questionably legal OiNK site came down when British and Dutch authorities arrested the alleged 24-year-old proprietor, who lives in Middlesbrough
The midday doldrums usually set in around this time, and the only two things that pep me up are the non-dulcet tones of my employer’s biteless bark and a good
Oh, wait, this whole thing is illegal? “British and Dutch police said they shut down Tuesday the website OiNK, the world’s biggest source of pirated pre-release chart albums. OiNK distributed albums often weeks ahead of their official release date. More than 60 major album releases had been leaked onto the Internet so far this year.” Looks like you’ll have to move onto the next music theft palace. RIP OiNK.
We take some comedic pot-shots at moe. from time to time, mostly because they’re a band with a good sense of humor. If a group’s clever enough to re-create the fight scene from Raising Arizona on its tour blog at a time when rumors of “the band’s creative differences” ran rampant, surely they can take a little ribbing from a couple of jerks with a website.
But, shit, sometimes moe. just deserves what they get. And either the moe. organization conspired to pass along its best inside joke yet that sailed wildly over my head, or some pranksters hacked into the band’s listserv over the weekend. Otherwise, I’m not entirely sure what explains the following mass e-mail, a note about corporate partnerships with its fans that included this dubious last paragraph:
If you work for a company that would possibly like to talk about some marketing opportunities, whether it be sponsorship, partnering, or possibly having moe. write a song for an ad, please don’t hesitate to e-mail me. We owe everything to our fans and if we could team up with some, we think it would be a lot of fun and ultimately, beneficial for everyone.
Wait, is that for real? Are times that tough for the self-described indie-jam rockers that they’re praying Tampax will make Don’t Fuck With Flo their new jingle? Do you, moe. fan, have an in with T.G.I.Fridays, and if so, could you possibly get Happy Hour Hero into the weekend rotation? Was The Conch‘s Blue Jeans Pizza the band’s effort to kill two jingle birds with one stone? This e-mail has left me with more questions than answers, and most of them surround moe.’s newfound evolution into Uncles Jesse and Joey in Full House. C’mon, you watched it too.
Three of our favorite guitarists showed up on other people’s stages this weekend, sending message boards into fits of excessive geekery. Former 70 Volt Parade lead singer Trey Anastasio sat
