Business has never been easy, and the delusion that musicians and writers and artists and people like that, who aspire to this thing called show, actually never really paid much attention. In the spirit of full disclosure before the fact, and truth in advertising, it is actually called the music business and show business. It's not called music or show—it really isn't. And it isn't called film, it's called the film business. You know? And art, it really is the art business. They call it the art "world," they don't want to use the word business, and words like inspiration and all that stuff is nonsense. The classic musicians and artists of the past, during the Renaissance period, these were commercial artists. These were commercial writers. Chamber music was based on the premise that the lord of the manor walked up to the guy, and said, "I want a three-minute piano concerto, put it in my chamber, there's going to be just a few guests and royalty"—that's why it's called chamber music, by the way. And that's why Mozart sometimes had three-minute piano concertos. You know why? Because that's what he was paid to do. [What] they were all paid for, and that includes the Sistine Chapel. The pope shows up and says, "I don't like that." They're commercial artists. - Portfolio
Tim Raposa, 40, of Davis, Calif., was arrested on suspicion of trespassing after refusing to leave the property following several warnings by casino security.
Cherae Cozzi, 23, of Reno was reportedly involved in a fight with another woman. She was arrested on suspicion of trespassing after refusing to leave the property following warnings by casino security.
Glenn Johnston, 33, of Reno, was arrested on suspicion of obstructing a peace officer after he allegedly tried to free his girlfriend (Cherae Cozzi) from the custody of two officers.
Samuel Revers, 22, of Marina, Calif., was arrested on suspicion of trespassing after he allegedly refused to leave the property following warnings by casino security. Revers was asked to leave the concert after he apparently spat on a KISS band member who did not request to file charges. (This would be the guy Paul Stanely was ripping a new one on from stage.)
Phillip Bowman, 23, of Stateline, was arrested on suspicion of trespassing after he refused to leave the property.
Janette Bak, 22, of Stateline, was arrested on suspicion of battery committed against a casino security officer after she reportedly tried to free her boyfriend (Phillip Bowman) from custody.
Ken Danielson, 35, of San Mateo, Calif., was arrested on suspicion of trespassing after refusing to leave the property. Security officers reported Danielson for allegedly urinating on other concert patrons. (Urinating on other patrons? C'mon dude.) - RGJ
Jerry Reed, a singer who became a good ol' boy actor in car chase movies like "Smokey and the Bandit," has died of complications from emphysema at 71.
His longtime booking agent, Carrie Moore-Reed, no relation to the star, said Reed died early Monday.
"He's one of the greatest entertainers in the world. That's the way I feel about him," Moore-Reed said.
Sony BMG Nashville Chairman Joe Galante called Reed a larger-than-life personality.
"Everything about Jerry was distinctive: his guitar playing, writing, voice and especially his sense of humor," Galante said. "I was honored to have worked with him." - Yahoo
I'm not entirely sure, but I'm pretty positive this is the same set list they played last night in Tahoe.
Deuce Stutter Got To Choose Hotter Than Hell Nothin' To Lose C'Mon And Love Me Parasite She (Tommy's Solo) 100,000 Years (Eric's Drum Solo) Cold Gin Let Me Go Rock 'N' Roll Black Diamond Rock And Roll All Nite
Encore:
Shout It Out Loud Lick It Up I Love It Loud I Was Made For Lovin' You Love Gun Detroit Rock City
Including I Was Made For Lovin' You made my night.
Come down off you throne and leave your body alone Somebody must change You are the reason I've been waiting all these years Somebody holds the key And I'm near the end and just ain't got the time And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home - Blind Faith
Just heard this on the bar's overhead. Forgot how much I dig this song. The (far) better version (cover) is by the Swans.
The door it opened slowly, My father he came in,was nine years old. And he stood so tall above me, His blue eyes they were shining And his voice was very cold. He said, Ive had a vision And you know Im strong and holy, I must do what Ive been told. So he started up the mountain, I was running, he was walking, And his axe was made of gold.
Well, the trees they got much smaller, The lake a ladys mirror, We stopped to drink some wine. Then he threw the bottle over. Broke a minute later And he put his hand on mine. Thought I saw an eagle But it might have been a vulture, I never could decide. Then my father built an altar, He looked once behind his shoulder, He knew I would not hide.
You who build these altars now To sacrifice these children, You must not do it anymore. A scheme is not a vision And you never have been tempted By a demon or a god. You who stand above them now, Your hatchets blunt and bloody, You were not there before, When I lay upon a mountain And my fathers hand was trembling With the beauty of the word.
And if you call me brother now, Forgive me if I inquire, Just according to whose plan? When it all comes down to dust I will kill you if I must, I will help you if I can. When it all comes down to dust I will help you if I must, I will kill you if I can. And mercy on our uniform, Man of peace or man of war, The peacock spreads his fan. - Leonard Cohen
If you haven't already, pick yourself a favor and pick up a copy of the cover version of this song by Suzanne Vega - it's on the Tower of Song: A Tribute To Leonard Cohen album. Do it.
Stumbled on this article over at the hated Willamette Week. Bummed I didn't read it a month ago so I could have seen the show....sigh.
Daniel Riddle claims he isn't wearing any pants. Over the phone, he says he's more comfortable this way.
Born on a hippie commune in the 1960s-he says he doesn't know the actual date-Riddle grew up in the company of rockers; his mother's boyfriend worked for the Grateful Dead, Neil Young, Santana and the Allman Brothers. He moved to Portland from San Francisco in the late '80s, becoming a recognizable face in the local rock scene as both a nine-year employee of Satyricon and as a member of world-renowned alt-rock band Hitting Birth. But it was in the early '90s that he found his voice in King Black Acid. - WW
Yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice, I'm not black like Barry White no I am white like Frank Black is, So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven, This honkey's gone to heaven, But if I go to hell then I hope I burn well, I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk, And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist, And Webster yeah Emmanuel Lewis cause he's the anti-christ - Bloodhound Gang
It's funny, I just realized I've seen DLR three years in a row - once in 2006 during a solo tour, 2007 in Portland with Van Halen, and 2008 again with Van Halen in Reno. The show on Thursday was all right - you can't beat the view in the Reno Events Center, but the place could learn a thing or two about acoustics.
Now I don't know what stopped Jesus Christ From turning every hungry stone into bread And I don't remember hearing how Moses reacted When the innocent first born sons lay dead Well, I guess God was a lot more demonstrative Back when he flamboyantly parted the sea Now everybody's praying Don't prey on me - Bad Religion
Dangerously close to usurping Social Distortion as my favorite band. Funny thing is I thought they were just all right until John Frusciante rejoined the band, then BAM! POW! BOFFO! The shit turned from music to spiritual enlightenment. I'm starting to dig what the Temple of Sound kids were talking about. I saw them in PDX last year or the year before and can't stop (HA!) thinking about it. Very real, very spiritual, very cool. Hell, I thought seeing Van Halen a few months back would be the end-all...nope.
We are the red hots and We're loving up the love me nots The flowers in your flower pots Are dancing on the table tops And now I see you in a beautiful And different light
You can't go wrong with Space Lord....I want that blue suit.
This post is a two-fer, as Negasonic Teenage Warhead also qualifies (and if they had a video for Ozium it would be a three-fer.) This song was my first introduction to Monster Magnet - one of my all-time favorite song titles, and it's hard not to love a video featuring a guy watching TV on an asteroid.
There's a place where everyone can be happy. It's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world. It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains, And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls, And you know I wish that I could go there. It's a road that I have not found. And I wish you the best of luck, dear. Drop a card or letter to my side of town. Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend, But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and You... painted my entire world. But I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled. And I won't forget it. There's a place where everyone can be right, Even though you remain determined to be opposed. Admittance requires no qualifications: It's where everyone has been and where everybody goes. So please try not to be impatient, For we all hate standing in line. And when the farm is good and bought, you'll be there without a thought, And eternity, my friend, is a long fucking time. Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend, But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and You... painted my entire world. But I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled. And I won't forget it. - Bad Religion
Still one of my all-time top-five songs - lyrically, musically, emotionally, etc., etc. - ever. Gotta love Bad Religion.
The caste of coffee achievers didn't perform like they planned. The morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan.
You Really Got Me Romeo Delight Somebody Get Me a Doctor I'm the One Mean Street Unchained Pretty Woman Dance the Night Away Ice Cream Man Beautiful Girls Solo (Includes Eruption) So This is Love? And the Cradle Will Rock Everybody Wants Some Secrets I'll Wait (Yes!!!!!!!!!!) Runnin' With the Devil Little Guitars Jamie's Cryin' Atomic Punk Feel Your Love Tonight Little Dreamer On Fire Panama Hot for Teacher Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
John's been expecting this one (Actually he posted it on his blog on his last post...two months ago...hint, hint.) Not only is this a badass song, it's about home, making it even more badass.
P.S. I was going to post V Thirteen by Big Audio Dynamite as well, but the best copy on YouTube has embedding disabled, so here's the link to go watch it over there.
If I was stranded on a desert island and could only bring one song, this would probably be the one. Or Supernaut (Black Sabbath version)...it'd be a tough call.
The war is on, the lines are drawn but there's a lot of people saying that we've already won but how can they believe that we have reached the end with "In God We Trust" on every dollar we spend?
Maybe it's the fact that the second season of Gene Simmons Family Jewels started a couple weeks ago, but I've been on a major Kiss binge lately. The focus of my obsession centers around Goin' Blind...spectacular song, weird lyrics.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking And racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again I like to be here when I can And when I come home cold and tired Its good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells. (Time - Pink Floyd)
Will someone bury James Brown already? According to imdb, it's been 73 days since his death, and he's still not in the ground.
"The nation's top two law enforcement officials acknowledged Friday the FBI broke the law to secretly pry out personal information about Americans. They apologized and vowed to prevent further illegal intrusions. " - Yahoo/AP
I had to check my calendar to make sure it wasn't April 1st, it wouldn't be the first time I've lost a few weeks to the pesky space-vice continuum, but sure enough, it's no joke and this is still March.
This is news???
Who didn't know this already? Show me one person who can sincerely say they weren't aware this kind of crap was happening. Just one.
For all we know, they cross-referenced everyone with an I.Q. over 75 and laid in the taps.
Sure, that leaves the chimp safe, but what about the rest of the country?
Please clean the plates, dear. The Lord above can see ya. Don't you know people are starving in Korea? Alcohol and razor blades and poison and needles, Kindergarten people - they use 'em, the need 'em. Over-indulging machines were their children. There wasn't a way down on Earth to cool 'em, 'Cause they look just like humans at Kresges and Woolworths. But decadent brains were at work to destroy. Brats in battalions were ruling the streets, Sayin' generation landslide closed the gap between 'em.
And I laugh to myself at the men and the ladies Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies.
Militant mothers hiding in their basement Using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets. Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high chairs, While Mothers' Lib burns birth certificate papers. Dad gets his allowance from his sonny, the dealer, Who's pubic to the world but involved in high finance. Sister's out 'til five doing banker's son's hours. But she owns a Maserati that's a gift from his father. Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles per hour. The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em.
And I laugh to myself at the men and the ladies Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies.
Sounds, the summer sun comes down. I can hardly see the window from here now. Here and now.
The snow, in waves you'll never know, through this ever-changing midnight. Just let it go.
Hey, on this sacred, sun-rinsed day. They'll sell our culture and they'll sell the ways, the blaming. Standing still, we'll fall. Burn this sadness from my soul, babe. I guess that's all.
Fear, and the sky begins to clear. Through this ever-changing midnight.
