Quite a bit to get through this morning. Let’s go.
- Watch Carrie Brownstein & Larry David argue about constipation. Curb Your Enthusiasm is going to save us all next month.
- Oh hell yes, U2 changed the lyrics of Bullet The Blue Sky to attack Trump on national TV.
- Meanwhile, The Edge is helping Hurricane Harvey victims replace musical instruments.
- You guys. Fiona Apple looks healthy and normal for the first time in at least a decade. This is very exciting. She even did a cartwheel and played an unreleased song at Ohana.
- Watch Eddie Vedder cover Fugazi at the same festival.
- South Park is returning on Wednesday, and Trumptards waving genocide loser flags are in the crosshairs. Can’t wait.
- The bad news: Faith No More could very well be done.
- Here’s how classic songs helped shape the mood for It, a phenomenal goddamn movie that honors the book I obsessed over as a kid.
- When the music industry begins pushing a new product, you have to ask why. When it comes to hi-res audio, there are two major reasons: new hardware (which you’ll buy) and new masters, meaning a 50 year extension on copyrights (which you’ll also pay for). Pretty good reasons to avoid the hype.
- A Tribe Called Quest played their last show ever. Watch.
- Liam Gallagher is officially a bitch troll. There is no more hope.
- Ticketmaster is having good success blockin’ the bots, claiming a 90% success rate.
- Look at these Canadian gimp Muppets acting all Canadian.
- This Saturday, things are going to get weird in D.C. with Juggalos marching to protest their gang status. Is the white nationalist rally still planned for the same time & place?
- Are there people you can pay to just walk up and smack someone on the street in Australia? Cause yeah, let’s get a collection going.
- Actually there’s a much larger demand for this smackin-for-hire service than anticipated. If anyone deserved it…
- Oh this will end well. What could go wrong with giving superfans new ways to gain access to their obsessions?
- Oh Pierre, you cannot plagiarize Pac and get away with it.
- Jesus. Murder at a music festival. Stay out of the woods unless you’re at Bonnaroo. But seriously, this story is just painfully sad.
- Giving your dog crack while being interviewed about drugs, only to have a seizure before the dog attacks you and mauls you to death. Probably not a good collection of choices.
- Eventually we will realize the need for screen-less time. And when we do, retailers will be at the ready to advertise to you throughout your home, every waking moment. Fuck that? Yes, sweet child. Fuck that.
- Tom Hanks does Carpool Karaoke. Of course it’s awesome.
- Holy shit, did Dimebag Darrell come back and inhabit the body of Nikki Sixx?
- Yeah, yeah PJ Harvey, but was Dave Grohl really going to build a recording studio and make an album in front of an audience? How can that be a good idea?
- Harry Styles covered Fleetwood Mac’s The Chain, and while it aint Reignwolf, Reignwolf is a ghost, an unfulfilled promise. So we have this. It’s not as if our musical options come down to those two choices, but in some ways, symbolically, it does. Either you show the fuck up and be counted, or give up the right to bitch when someone eats your lunch. Jordan Cook, where the hell are you?
- “What’s a nice place like this doing around people like us?” The new Marilyn Manson sounds odd, and I really like it.
- Bjork‘s new album is a “Tinder record” (her words), and arrives in November.
- While the long-decayed corpses of the boys in the yard still bear some faint feature resemblance to the young men they once were, Kelis has decided to offer up her milkshake recipe. It’s probably not even better than yours, let’s be honest.
- Discogs is expanding to film, comics, books and more.
- Dave Chappelle won his first Emmy… for an SNL skit?
- Jon Stewart, John Oliver and Conan O’Brien are holding an event to do what the government should be doing: taking care of our nation’s injured veterans.
- Have you watched the star-studded pilot for The Deuce yet? Supremely solid show, highly worth your time.
- Chester appears on the last episode of a trash bag reality TV show. That’s upsetting.
- Rick Astley covered Everlong, and somehow that makes sense.
- We miss you, Johnny.
