22 February 2006

ANTHRAX

Update to my previous post about tribute bands:

Today's New York case of anthrax has been labeled 'accidental'. This is amusing, as I had assumed that nearly 100% cases of anthrax were accidental; to my knowledge no one's deliberately trying to contact anthrax, nor do I know of anyone who's killed themselves by cowpowder overdose.

In light of this information, however, I'd say it's perfectly acceptable for an Anthrax tribute band to call themselves 'Accidental Anthrax'. Although 'Super Anthrax' is better. And 'Manthrax' isn't bad, despite my pun rule.

STUPID

Well, it's been a while since I checked in here. I had the stupid sickness, which is like a sleeping sickness only you stay awake with limited brain activity.

My problem is I keep waiting for stuff to happen to me so I can write about it. But now that I'm in my 30s, nothing happens anymore; apparently I have to make things happen.

While I'm figuring out ways to make things happen while staring at a computer and/or tv screen 13-14 hours a day, I continue to take on herculean pointless tasks. Today, I'm trying to pinpoint the day pop music started sucking. One way of looking at it is this is to look at #1 songs. Is the song any good? Has it stood up?

You can find the #1 song on any day on this site. On the day I was born it was "Song Sung Blue" by Neil Diamond, which is a song that is near and dear to my heart. I wore out the labels on my parents' cassette copy of Neil's Greatest Hits, volume 2. I covered the song in college with my band. I sing it occasionally at karaoke, and even performed it by request at an open mic once (although I took it into 'Treatment Bound' by the Replacements). Will Ferrell did a great Neil on SNL a few times including the sublime 'Storytellers' skit. Rick Rubin just produced his last album.

Neil's also got a great tribute band called Super Diamond. Btw, Super Diamond has set the gold standard for naming your tribute band. Don't use some song title, Paradise City, definitely don't use a song title with a dumb pun, Sabbra Cadabra, and for the love of all mudsucking humanity, do not ever call yourself LED ZEPAGAIN. Call yourself Superblack Sabbath! SuperZeppelin! I'd spend good money to see bands called Superwho or Superstyx, even Supercrosby, Superstills & Nash. When I get my Replacements cover band together, we will be called the Superplacements.

Oh, exception: Supertramp tribute bands should just call themselves Tramp.

On my brother's day of birth in 1978, the #1 song was 'Boogie Oogie Oogie' by A Taste of Honey. I heard that song in the grocery store the other day, and it ruined my trip. I was about to make an impulse buy of milk, which I *never* drink anymore. it comes from scary, scary cows! I put it back and headed to the register to get out of that store quickly.

What's worse, Keith Moon died the day my brother was born. Of my three favorite drummers, Keith is the only one who was an actual person. (The others are Animal and Bobby Brady. To me, they're all the same drummer, and in mind I've combined them into one Voltron-like spaz drummer I call 'Bobby Moonimal'.) Until today, I'd blamed Keith's death on my brother's birth. Now I realize that 'Boogie Oogie Oogie' killed Keith Moon. In fact, I think this is what the movie 'Boogie Nights' is about. PT Anderson, maybe I was wrong about you. To my brother: what can I say? I'm sorry I beat you up so many times before you were 2, but I couldn't risk it after you developed long-term memory.

Or is '78 too early? some decent songs hit #1 in the 1980s, like 'Billie Jean' in '83 or 'Kiss' in '86 or 'Jump' in 1984. But does some kid turning 21 today hanging out with his friends take over the jukebox to play 'Careless Whisper'?

See? This is what the stupid sickness does to you. Stay in school.

08 February 2006

BONZO

Once you're in the movies, you're always in the movies. The Reagans watched a shitload of movies during Ronny's presidency (thanks Traveler's Diagram.)

The list is broken down by date, so I spent a little time cross-referencing their movie-watching dates with notable 1980s world events to see if the Reagan's home entertainment influenced his Presidency. Here's what I learned:

Feb 14 ’81. Australia withdraws its recognition of Pol Pot’s regime in Cambodia. At Camp David, the Reagans snuggle up on Valentine’s Day with ‘9 to 5’. Ronny murmurs ‘Mommy’ anytime Dolly Parton comes on screen.


March 6 ’81. Walter Cronkite ends his 19-year tenure on CBS Evening News. The following night, the Reagans watch ‘Oh God, Book II’.


November 23, ’81. President Reagan signs the infamous directive allowing CIA operatives to recruit Contras in Nicaragua. A couple days later, he and Nancy lie down on the couch and play footsie during Milos Forman's ‘Ragtime’. Happy Thanksgiving, America.


March 19, ’82. The Argentinians land on St. George’s Island, foreshadowing war in the Falklands. The Reagans, uneasy, watch ‘Das Boot’.


May ’82. The Falklands War. The Reagans see no movies. (Bonzo's pretty good from a PR perspective - he doesn't retreat to the screening room when significant world events are afoot - for instance, he doesn't watch 'The Omen' on the day the Pope is shot. )

June 12, ’82. 750,000 people rally against nuclear weapons in Central Park. Down in Camp David, the Reagans are unironically chuckling their way through ‘A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the White House’.

(Note: The IMDB carries no such listing, so I assume this must be the Gerald Ford sex tape.)

March 8, ’83. Suffering from a clenched colon, Reagan refers to the Soviet Union as an ‘evil empire’. Still having difficulty sitting three days later, he paces around the room with a jar of Jelly Bellys and watches ‘The Year of Living Dangerously’.


May 17, '83. - Lebanon, Israel, and the United States sign an agreement on Israeli withdrawal from Lebanon. A few days later the Reagans celebrate by watching ‘Octopussy’. Bonzo professes a crush for Miss Moneypenny and Nancy forces him to sleep on the couch.

May 25, ’83. ‘Return of the Jedi’ is released domestically. Proving how taxing and involved a job the Presidency is, The Reagans don’t see it until June 2nd, over a week later.

October 25, 1983. The U.S. invades Grenada. A couple days later, the Reagans take some time out to watch ‘The Big Chill’.

Febuary 26, 1984. The U.S. withdraw from Grenada, a decision no doubt spurred partially by the Reagan viewing of the delightful Dudley Moore vehicle ‘Unfaithfully Yours’ two nights earlier.


June 22, 1984. The Reagans watch ‘Bedtime for Bonzo’. Heads explode. Chernenko will die nine months later, and the U.S. will win the Cold War.


June 30, 1984. John Turner replaces Pierre Trudeau as Canadian Prime Minister. To help welcome Turner, the Reagans stay home and nap through ‘The Karate Kid’.


December 3, 1984. The Bhopal gas disaster kills thousands of people. The disaster was probably the work of an angered God, furious that the Reagans cracked jokes through the entirety of ‘Oh God You Devil’ at Camp David two nights earlier. One must appreciate , however, the Reagan's allegiance to the Oh God! franchise. Addressing the press the next day, Reagan wears a George Burns t-shirt underneath his suit.

December 22, 1984. It’s probably Ron, Jr.’s idea, but they watch Dune! Holy shit!

June 14, 1985. A dark day. TWA Flight 847 is hijacked en route from Athens to Rome, and the passengers are held on the plane for the entire weekend. Working tirelessly to secure their safe release, the Reagans watch ‘George Stevens: A Filmmaker’s Journey’ on the 14th, and the next night, catch up on the wonderful Katherine Hepburn classic ‘The Lion in Winter’.


July 5, 1985. ‘Cocoon’. Nancy's choice. Bonzo thinks it's a home movie.


August 2, 1985. Another air tragedy – a Delta flight crashes in Texas, killing 191 people. Saddened by this tragic loss of American life, The Reagans console themselves with the relentlessly cheerful 1951 musical ‘Showboat’.


September 19, 1985. More tragedy – a Mexico City earthquake kills 9,000 people. The next night, the Reagans see the amazingly awesome Western ‘The Man From Laramie’.


January 28, 1986. The Space Shuttle Challenger blows up, killing seven astronauts. Believing it to be the work of the Russians, Bonzo and Mommy stay up into the early morning hours analyzing Russian tactics displayed in ‘Rocky IV’.


March 1, 1986. Mining Hollywood pablum for hostile nation wartime strategies, the Reagans take in ‘Iron Eagle’. Nancy is very impressed and slightly aroused by Lewis Gossett Jr.’s fabulous performance as ‘Chappie’. Unfortunately, Bonzo believes the movie to be truth and places an awkward phone call to Caspar Weinberger at 3 A.M.

February 20, 1987. The second ‘Unabomber’ bomb goes off, unsettling a nation. Unperturbed, the Reagans experience the exciting world of armwrestling tournaments a night later with ‘Over the Top’, a Stallone masterpiece.

November 12, 1988: Having secured George Herbert Walker Bush his Vice-President as his successor, a full-blown Alzheimer'd Reagan eats cold soup out of a can and watches 'Cocoon II: The Return.'

Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States.



STINK

Stinkrock updates infrequently, and that's because I'm working hard behind the scenes, asshole. I'm dying of sleep shortage. It's all for your good fortune. Put on your favorite rock t-shirt and put Nestle Quik in your White Russian, and I'll serenade you to sleep.

02 February 2006

CONTINENTAL

The Continental is closing its doors to bands.

My feelings are mixed. Almost every band I've ever been in was able to get a show at Continental when no one else would book us. The stage was deep, the monitors always worked, and the green room had excellent stickers. It was the only stage I fell off.

As an audience member, the place sucks. It's an airplane hangar of noise. So what if the Ramones played there? The important ones are all dead!

Several years ago, I was dragged by an out-of-town friend to Continental to see a Doors coverband. I *hate* the Doors. Apparently, these guys saw it my way--they hated each other. The guy from Blues Traveler was playing Jim Morrison - he must've weighed 2,650 pounds. Ray Manzarek clearly had a daughter in the 5-6 year range; his keyboard was 'decorated' with glitter and silver construction paper. Robby Krieger was there, and had funny male pattern baldness to look the part. But Densmore was a Jersey guy off a construction job, just happy to be playing drums. That cheered me up. Until I sat through 'Light My Fire'.

Strikes Again! did play Continental 1-2 times. At one point, our guitarist Jeff Wiens was out of commission--I think he was skiing Giant Slalom in the Olympics--and we got our friend Josh to sit in on guitar. Josh is a great guitarist and a cool guy, but he's a freak. We rehearsed at his Williamsburg studio, and his drum kit was made by alien wolves. All the rack toms were kick drums. The cymbals had been chewed on by platinum-teethed sharks that swam around in Josh's brain. Set up outside of the garguantan tom drums, they were a good 6-8 feet away from the drum stool, and I had to work to reach them. I had to really *want* to hit that cymbal.

It turns out that Josh had been playing guitar for 10 years or so, but had never played a gig as a guitarist--he normally plays drums. So for our fill-in show at Continental? He plays his virgin show as a guitarist dressed in a hot sweaty bear costume. Mighty impressive. Thanks, Josh.

That's all you get from me, Continental. Write a nice letter of recommendation for Noel, who ran decent sound for more awful bands than I can count, but remember this: up-and-coming bands will always find a place to play if they try hard enough. Good luck as a 'lounge', but don't come crying if we don't rush to find drunken comfort in the environs of your 19-coats-of-black-paint interiors.

WHAT?

Occasionally I fall asleep while writing these things, and edit or delete them the next day. That happened a couple days ago; I was writing about seeing Deerhoof at the Bowery Ballroom this past Monday. The last line I wrote was this:

"Go see your favorite band at any price at any time at any place and watch your family grow up."

Well, well. I have no idea what that means. If you do, though, consider it advice.