There’s a lot of anger, pain and confusion in full bloom these days, and frankly I have a hard time understanding how anyone can put on professionalism blinders in an age of all-out assault on truth and our collective well-being. But finally, the other side of the coin is visible in our churning cauldron culture, and landing hard: accountability, retribution, clarity. And whether it’s the hellhounds of sexual assault allegations finally setting their teeth on the flesh of the damned, or our the unraveling criminality thread regarding our treasonous sexual predator dunce of a President and his administration, we have a lot of work left to do. But the dam is cracking. Don’t allow yourself to be convinced otherwise by those declaring war on you – or those stupid enough to follow them.
Let’s talk music, yeah?
- Benjamin Booker has gotten my attention with this soulful, powerfully stripped Tiny Desk performance.
- The new Father John Misty record is just about done, with song titles like Ouch, I’m Drowning, Dum Dum Blues, Mr Tillman, Please Exit The Lobby, And Well, We’re Only People And There’s Nothing Much We Can Do About It.
- Sure, Apple. Laptops will be replaced by iPads. Uh huh. That’s why I have three stacked next to my TV and I’m about to buy a new MacBook.
- Alt-J‘s monumental new video is directed by Isaiah Seret, which focuses on “family drama with sacrifice and apocalypse.”
- New Glassjaw on the way. Oh yes.
- Chris Cornell might just be up for an Oscar. Watch the theatrical version of The Promise video.
- Kendrick and U2 have teamed up for American Soul.
- If you’ve been in a coma, STP have a new singer. He’s a reality show contestant. But he’s good. Read up.
- A new David Bowie documentary explores Lazarus and looks exciting.
- Noel Gallagher‘s latest offering features Le Volume Courbe’s Charlotte Marionneau. Aint bad.
- Green Day slap the fake-ass American Dream in the face once again, and channel Rowdy Roddy Piper in the process.
- Welcome to Gimme Radio, a digital metal music station.
- Holy shit, the new Tesla semi truck is pretty amazing. Here are ten reasons why.
- Phile Selway + Ringo Starr onstage together. Fascinating.
- Warped Tour is going away. Now where will dirtbags talk teenage girls out of their virginity in parking lots and beg attendees for food/drug/hair-dye money?
- Tame Impala offer up a B-sides and remixes record, but sadly no free scarves.
- Here’s all the stuff you’ll see on Ebay next (Black) Friday afternoon.
- The Suicide Silence frontman has responded to highly damning sexual assault allegations. But what’s more important are the victim’s words, which you can also read.
- The new A Perfect Circle video is the perfect accompaniment to the song, a sneering injection of sarcastic fealty to the horrible overlords of legislation and authority. Yes, the clip acts as something of a Rorschach test (five different people could look at the members of APC’s facial expressions and come up with five completely different interpretations of each member’s mood). But at its core, the clip is a stark, dead-on look directly into the utterly undeniable reality that distractioneering, false equivalencies and intellectual complacency have enabled an absolute horror-show reality in which those entrusted to power have become gnashing monsters untethered to decency, unencumbered by morality, allergic to truth and socioeconimic balance. The deadly serious, straight-on stare is a direct mirror of the words, the depth of doom we’ve dug for ourselves as a nation. If you missed it the first time, maybe turn off the other shit you’re distracted by (including your cynicism megaphone) and give it another shot.
Famine. Feast. Hero. Beast.
“When we played Buenos Aires, we brought this all-girl band over from Portland called Calamity Jane,” Kurt Cobain recalled. “During their entire set, the whole audience—it was a huge show with like sixty thousand people—was throwing money and everything out of their pockets, mud and rocks, just pelting them. Eventually the girls stormed off crying. It was terrible, one of the worst things I’ve ever seen, such a mass of sexism all at once. Krist, knowing my attitude about things like that, tried to talk me out of at least setting myself on fire or refusing to play. We ended up having fun, laughing at them (the audience). Before every song, I’d play the intro to ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ and then stop. They didn’t realize that we were protesting against what they’d done. We played for about forty minutes, and most of the songs were off Incesticide, so they didn’t recognize anything. We wound up playing the secret noise song (‘Endless, Nameless’) that’s at the end of Nevermind, and because we were so in a rage and were just so pissed off about this whole situation, that song and whole set were one of the greatest experiences I’ve ever had.”
We miss you, Kurt. You could’ve blacked out the sky with us.