2007

Meet Bryan Saltus, a 37-year-old American golfer currently plying his trade on the Pro Asia Tour. Saltus claimed a victory this weekend at the inaugural Cambodian Open, his first championship

Organizers for the Langerado Music Festival have released the daily schedule for the sixth installment of the event, and it follows after the jump. Read on and let us know which of the three main days looks most appealing. If you ask us, and nobody ever does, Saturday looks particularly nasty…even nastier than two girls surrounding a communal cup, and we mean that in a best way possible.

You can excuse Martin Sexton for being a little tired these days. Sexton’s been touring these United States and the UK since April behind his latest album, Seeds. And aside from spreading good music, the singer/songwriter is also spreading environmental awareness by making the nine-month run a “green” tour.

On Friday, Martin will play the grand finale of the Seeds tour at New York City’s Roseland Ballroom, and we caught up with him as he prepared for the gig. We sat down to talk about life on the road, how NBC’s Scrubs came to use one of his songs, what makes a tour “green” and much, much more….

Scott Bernstein: What were some of the highlights of the Seeds tour?

Martin Sexton: A big one would be doing the whole Green thing: the biodiesel bus, organic posters, recycling everything and all of that was really successful and it make me feel great. It worked, and it wasn’t like pulling teeth; it was actually quite viable. Another highlight for me would be being part of the show on Earth Day last April. Just playing out there in that big beautiful park on a wonderful San Francisco afternoon on Earth Day.

Also I got to the UK for the first time. The reaction of the fans was wonderful. They really treat you well over there. It’s kinda different from in America. They treat you like an artist. I worked hard for what I have in America, and it’s a beautiful thing. But if I was new and up and coming in America, I would sure have a tough road to hoe. Read on for more from Scotty and Martin…

This Bra-less Wonder is not Elaine Benes’ Lex Luthor, and I doubt Kramer will sue her for permanently destroying his chances at a career in golf. But it’s strange to see a woman in her skivvies on the street, and The Daily Mail agrees.

Imagine being a has-been but with loads of talent at the ripe old age of 24. We say “go for it,” veer into the skid and just do this “crazy whore” thing for at least a little while. There really is nothing worse than being boring. Shake it up.

Mostly because he’s still dead after 14 years. But we don’t hold that against him. The world at large lost Frank Zappa on this day 14 years ago — one

We’d like to congratulate “Saxilla” for winning our insanely popular contest giveaway for the Vegas ’96 release from equally popular rock band Phish. We polled our expert panel of 12

It looks like we may have to take back the virtual hand job we gave Bonnaroo promoters last night: Metallica’s management “flat-out denied” the band will be headlining next year’s

Andrew Bird didn’t play my favorite song on Friday night, but that’s about the only thing he didn’t do. That man is a fucking genius, plain and simple. And since I’m still mesmerized by his act, I asked my partner-in-crime Neddy to fill you all in…

A few years ago, when I was first coming around to the fact that I could discover new music by grabbing free mp3s from these newfangled “web-logs” and the like, one of the very first tunes I downloaded was Lull by Andrew Bird.

For the sake of revisionist history, it may very well have been the first mp3 to make it to a hard drive of mine [thank you Internets, I easily found the place I grabbed it from]. As my encoded catalog was minuscule at the time, I must have listened to that song a few dozen times in the background of doing this or that on the computer, until it was me who was in a lull, totally hypnotized and won over by the song, and by extension, Bird. Now that song is deeply embedded in my subconscious, both because it’s good and because he’s got hooks. That’s the way Andrew Bird’s music is, and that was the ways and means of Friday night’s show at the Beacon Theater.

Bird seduces you with his charm, gives you the proverbial “I love you” gaze into your eyes with wicked songwriting and then lulls you into a hypnotic state with sheer talent. Just like listening to that mp3 over and over, the night had a cyclic nature to it: repetitive, looping riffs and phrases churned underneath each song, while, from tune to tune, a basic structure repeated over and over again.

Number after number, Andrew would start off on the violin, or maybe whistling something, and set up some samples and loops (as would his bassist/guitarist and drummer/keyboardist) and out of that soup of sound, songs would emerge and develop. Although this is not to short change what was going on — it’s more like saying every house that’s built starts with a foundation, every painting starts with a blank canvas or that every pizza starts with a crust. Read on for more…