Daisy Knows Rock

Daisy Glaze is Dead.

Last week, the face and voice of Daisy Glaze Entertainment, Daisy Glaze, was struck by a bus at the corner of Chicago and Western Avenues in the city of Chicago.  She was announced dead on arrival.

"Daisy Glaze Entertainment will continue to exist, otherwise it would taint the memory of the fabulous Daisy," Julie DiJohn, president and founder of the music management/consulting firm said through tears.  Rudy Gonzalez, currently of the Midnight Shows and formerly of Woolworthy, said, "I will miss her tremendous energy.  And the blue drinks she served at her parties."  Alex Chilton added, "She was my greatest idea."

Donations to Daisy's family are welcome via the Paypal button above.  Daisy Glaze is dead, long live Daisy Glaze.

Tube Station.

Well the last thing that I saw as I lay there on the floor was Jesus saves painted by some athiest nutter and a British Rail poster said "Have an away day.  A cheap holiday.  Do it today!"

I can't remember the rest.  Something about his wife waiting for him, and how the curry's gone cold.  Oh and they took the keys and she'll "think its me".

There is a very good chance that I'm super back for real this time.  There's so much to talk about, it's overwhelming.  This frightens me and makes me not want to turn on the computer.  My apologies for being gone for so long, but one has to do what one has to do in regards to their health, sanity, etc.

Now back to your regularly scheduled music programming.

Song 2

Two last minute shout-outs:

1)  Springa!! (the man who INVENTED straight edge hardcore) 
...for calling me all the way from Boston yesterday to sing me a lovely Valentine's Day ditty. 
You are such a sweetie.  When are you coming back to Chicago?  We miss you!  There hasn't been any Rock and Roll Sunday Softball and BBQ since you left.

2)  John!! (one of my oculoplastic surgeons)
...how fucking cool is this? 
He's getting a sitter for his kids tonight (a WEDNESDAY!) and taking his wife to see one of their fave bands, St. Etienne, at the Metro.  They probably live in the suburbs and don't get out much.  If you see him, tell him I'm still puffy & swollen (maybe just a little).  Buy him beer.  And shots.  He does surgeries on Mondays and Thursdays.  Heh.  It's not my problem.

...Here's the Sex Pistols!

The DVD that I mentioned earlier, Never Mind The Bollocks, was made by an English company for (probably) a British TV series called Classic Albums, which documents the histories behind the actual recording of the album.  Very different from The Filth and the Fury as this just represents the actual recording of the album, song by song.  Also, it's not a film made (or necessarily authorized) by director Julien Temple.  He's the cat that owns/filmed most Sex Pistols footage/library, at least I think he is.

Whatever.  Either way, the clips & stills are some of the same old, same old; but some are also very different:
--The interviews are relatively current
--There's no mention of Nancy (except in one video clip you can see her "shinin' out" in the audience on the Jubilee boat)
--Steve Jones teaches you to play every single song from the album, on the guitar, in a bonus feature
--All of Sid's bass parts on Never Mind The Bollocks were played by Steve Jones
--The original bass player, Glen Matlock, only played on Anarchy in the UK; although he wrote alot of the music to the songs.
--Glen Matlock admits on camera that he totally stole the melody of Richard Hell's Blank Generation for Pretty Vacant.  Hell should sue - seriously, he's got a case and I want him to have the money.

My favorite parts have to be Malcolm McLaren's interview segments.  He finally admits he was a "mis-manager" and denies everything - claims he just wanted to start some chaos and sell some clothes at the shop he owned (Sex), not an start and manage an actual rock band that knew how to play.  Priceless.

Go rent it.  Informative, interesting and invigorating.  Wait.  Did I mention incriminating?

Never Mind the Bollocks...

FIXED!  It only took me, like, two whole days to fix the computer.  (All by myself, I might add - with no thanks to the fanbase of fifteen.)  Here's what I was gonna say the other day:

Oh. My. God. Anarchistic Bolshevistic Cowboy Bundle (a medley of Anarchy in the UK and Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Tolstoys) by Giant Sand just showed up on The Shuffle and I've got the DVD Never Mind the Bollocks to watch from Netflix sitting on top of the tv.  Weird?  I tell ya, The iPod Shuffle just knows.

Love Comes in Spurts

My computer just exploded.  Give me a minute.  FUCK!

The Folk Alliance is gonna RAWK!

This weekend, in Austin, is the Folk Alliance convention, er, conference - sorry!. 

My buddy Jason, from fivepics.com (see Recommended Reading to your left), has created the most kick ass poster for one of the shows featuring Grand Champeen, booked (mainly) by my pal Marie from Roughneck Music.  You can look at it here and even buy one, from the fivepics.com site.  I did. 

Otherwise, I wouldn't recommend the Folk Alliance Conference.  Too fuckin' folky!  Marie is gonna be so bored the rest of the time....  Thank god, for once, for The Smilin' One?

Gimme MORE!

I recently watched the Criterion Collection's DVD of Gimme Shelter - the Rolling Stones documentary about the 1969 Altamont free concert that essentially ended the sixties as we knew it - peace love and understanding...gone!.

It was truly fascinating.  But I wanted more.  I wanted the new Criterion version to have more insights and perhaps a retrospective, looking back on what happened 30 years later.  Criterion is known for that "extras" factor!  You know what I mean?   There should have been some sort of interviews with Mick, et al., discussing the affect that concert had on the world - which it did.  But then again, just having a documentation of an out-of-control, free concert - as it happened, complete with the stabbing of an audience member by one of the Hells Angels - should be enough.  But it isn't.  Not for me.  I want to know why and how and stuff like that.  Is that too much to ask?

It's not even noon yet, but....

Here are some things I've learned today:

1)  Scott Lucas from Local H likes to sit in with Giant Step on bass.  Sometimes.
2) After Trip Shakespeare and before Semisonic, the band was briefly called Pleasure.  Unfortunately, somewhere out in the ether there was another band called Pleasure, who had an attorney.  Duh.  I could have told them that the night they thought of the silly name.
3) The Dimestore Hoods are now (were) called 3rd Strike.
4) One of the guys (Danny) from Best Kissers In The World was also in a band called Cat Butt.
5) Eric Ambel's solo stuff totally rocks.  He has such a sexy voice.  If you like the "alternative country" (whatever that is), then buy some.  Now.

That is all.   I think I have the flu..  I'm going back to bed.

Not Stroking The Strokes

Did anyone watch The Strokes last night on Saturday Night Live?  I stayed awake enough to watch the first song.  I like their new sound - very garagey and super fucking catchy.  But, man... Those Jim Morrison, bored, too cool for school, "bullimia actually helps my gravelly voice" vocals suck.  Large.

Note:  Yes, I'm speaking to you, Mr. Casablancas - and, by the way, what the fuck was up with the fingerless glove you were wearing ONLY on your left hand?  Trying to hide the fact you married your manager's intern?  Not gonna fly, babe. Also, if I were you, I'd lose the military jacket AND the fingerles glove because the Michael Jackson references would be publicity, sure; but, I pray your managerial wife actually learned something while "interning" (read: successfully bagging a rock boy) and will tell you the truth:  not ALL publicity is good publicity.  Really.

Working for The Weekend!

So, I've been busy.  My brand new super top secret project is underway and this weekend I should have the website mocked up and ready. In order to fund this venture and other pain in the ass things like credit card bills, I've decided to unload a whole bunch of promo, weird and perhaps even rare CDs I got from various people: former record store managers, c. 1996 who lived above me; former distributor pals; various conference goodiebags; crazed shopping sprees at Second Hand Tunes, etc.

You can check out my ebay auction here. 

If you live in Chicago and/or know me, shipping would be free for you, as I'd be happy to hand deliver it or meet up with you personally.  I'm planning to add new items daily, including cool clothes that don't fit anymore, rock magazines you've forgotten about and other fun collectibles.

So, this weekend you'll find me home, nursing my still bleedy eye and Ebaying my shrinking ass off.  Whoooo!  Unless you guys've got something better to do.  Comments are welcome!

Blink 182 (and all of their lame offshoots) Can Blow Me.

If Tom DeLonge sends me ONE MORE LAME PROMOTIONAL EMAIL for his crap side project, I'm going to find him and make him listen to his albums (all of them) over and over and over at high volume.  Maybe I'll even throw in some Green Day.  That'll teach 'em.

Still Feel Gone

As many of you have probably noticed, I'm still on blog vacay.  Still working on that top secret project.  Still working on getting healed.  Still working on alternative methods of paying the rent.  And that's all I can say right now without this message self-destructing in 5 seconds.

Oh--I had a dream about Bono last night and he compared Coldplay to the Velvet Underground.  I think we can call that a nightmare.  I woke up in a cold sweat.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I've been guilty of celebrating the holidays just as much as the next guy... Hence, the lack of updates.

A quick shout out to my FOF:
Tom, I was happy to set your lady friends in line in regards to the iPod Shuffle Situation. Even today it worked! I woke up on the couch this morning with a crick in my neck - ouch! by the way - and the first song up on the shuffle? Something off of the Stiff Records Box Set. Get it? Stiff? Hysterical!

I'd also like to mention Mr. Frantastic and The Rugg, who I ran into at the Birthday Tribute to Alex Chilton on Tuesday at Schubas. Said in the paper 9pm. Show started at eight. Preposterous. I got there at 8:20 and, literally missed half the bands on the lineup. Worst band/version? Like I can remember the names (or want to) of the crap being played that night, totally ruining Alex Chilton's good (er, halfway decent) name. The two best bands played last:

Feathergun: They looked a little Southern Rockish, which gave me hope. And man, did they kick out the jams. They played two rockers, highlighted by taking a superrocker off of Radio City (damned if I can remember which one) and made it entirely their own, complete with a wicked distorted guitar and extra huge drum solo. Someday I'll go see them play and see if they live up to this brilliance in presenting their original set.

Tennis Courts: Actually my old pal Wes Hollywood and his "show". Coming off of a cold, he hit those whiny Chilton high notes with a gusto no other band could muster. Again, I should have written down the names of the songs, but again, they were more rocking Big Star rather than pansy-assing around the acoustic stuff.

The worst band (name, thankfully for them, unknown to me) was the one who played the version of In The Street, as seen on the opening credits of That 70's Show. Complete with the frontwoman, who can't really play the guitar but happened to be the only guitar player, scream singing the part of the song where Laura Prepon yells "BUT TALK TO YOU!" Or is it Robin Zander and she's just mouthing the words? Whatever. Either way it was an embarrassment. To Big Star. To Alex Chilton. To me. And my late kitty, named Chilton.

Tonight I'm off to the House of Blues Back Porch Stage to worship at the altar of Soul Asylum. You guys do know that Tommy Stinson has been brought in to replace the late Karl Mueller, right. Axel is pissed. I don't really listen to the couple of old Twin Tone records I happen to own, but having seen them 15+ times over the years, it can honestly be said that they are one of the best live bands ever. As I mentioned in an earlier post, Fastball are opening. I love those two big radio hits they had a hundred years ago, and should prove interesting. Shit, they could play The Way over and over and I think I'd still feel like I'd gotten my 90 bucks worth (although add in the hefty drink prices and I might change my mind, ouch!).

I've got a little secret in store for all y'all in 2006, but I won't say anything until its actually a done deal - buy you guys should love it. Mean, nasty and all about rock - the epitome of Daisy Glaze herself. And I may be looking for contributors, not necesarily Chicagoans, but people who go out alot and see a shitload of live shows - and would like to represent their city. Email me if you're interested.

See y'all in 2006. Don't get too wasted. And if you do? Don't drive, ok? My love to all!
xox,
daisy

(I wish I was in) Miami Rap

TypePad was down the other day when I had loads and loads of rock stuff to talk about.  But now it's too bloody cold outside (and in here!) to remember.  My swollen eyes can't take it...

More as soon as the drugs wear off, or if the boss goes to lunch.  While you patiently wait for me to get my act together, here's a hot tip:

If I don't look like shit this Wednesday night, you might just find me licking my fingers, avoiding the beans and totally enjoying the carb-free rock at the below shindig.  A missive, direct from a man named John San Juan, who fronts the fabulous Hushdrops, follows:

Hey,

The new phone books are here.

To celebrate, we will bring our irresistible brand of live music to the Horseshoe BBQ ( www.horseshoechicago.com ) this Wednesday, December 21. We will play music from 9PM until 10:30. And then? We will eat delicious food, and spin CDs.

I especially recommend the beans.

Hope to see you there (at 4115 N. Lincoln Ave),

Tasty JSJ

Stick a (Pitch)fork in 'em.

This is absolutely hilarious.  And brilliant.  Good call, Monsieur Ott.  Reindeer games city.

Tangential yet related:  Scott Lucas once flew The Wrens in to open a Local H show at the Double Door.  I was shocked at how good they were.  The fans weren't - and it showed.  FWIW, I wrote about it here.

Schwety Balls

Mainly due to eye surgery recovery mode, I stayed in on Saturday night and watched Shakira suck the life out of an equally unfunny SNL.  That chick needs to sing in Spanish.  Period.  The first song?  Absolutely miserable.  She sang about her mother, while shimmying toward every available camera, then doing a bizarre chicken dance. Nearly unlistenable...on par with Gwen Stephani.  I can just imagine the dress rehersal...

Production Assistants running around at 7pm on a Saturday night, 4 hours before showtime, screaming into headset mics and/or walkie talkies:  "Does anyone have a harmonizer?  Please?  Seriously.  NOW!  Over." 

Not to get too nit-picky, but her cords were riding so low and long that she looked stubby.  Short and stubby Shakira is not.  I was digging her whole makeupless/underdone look.  Ultimately, Shakira is a chick who rocks.  All she needs is a guitar (with a quick lesson in the ways of the C the G & the D), a lesson in ignoring the camera(s) and to lose any and all English songs, especially ones about mom, from her setlist.

Props are due, however, when Shakira sings in her native Spanish.  Her "pitchy" voice (read: all over the map vocally - as defined by  Simon "Idol" Cowell and picked up by Tankboy one rainy afternoon) sounds much better suited for the Spanish material.  It is her first language.  It is what made her famous in South/Latin America 7+ years ago.  I know she wants to crossover, but I'm not buying it. 

And I'll even buy the lame chicken dance just for the cameras during a Latin flavored rocker - its what they do down South.  I've been known to watch Telemundo.  I know how the Rock en Espanol crowd rolls.

Eyeball Update for the FOF:  There have been tiny complications which have involved steroids and another week of not getting my face wet.  My nickmane should be Puffy McDuffy.  Seriously, all is looking good now (more or less, if looking good is like looking like a Lifetime Made For TV Movie heroine) and I should be all healed up and deflated by February.  Excellent!

Imagine.

Yesterday we observed a day of silence to commerate the untimely death (and horrible murder) of my favorite Beatle, John Lennon.  Imagine if he were still here.....

Even though I am one of the most pessimistic, cold-hearted bitches in the world, I truly believe in Lennon's messages of peace, love and rock and roll.  I was 10 years old in December of 1980 and days before, had mom drive me to the store so I could purchase the Double Fantasy album with my very own money.  I loved that song Starting Over, and taped onto a cassette so I could stop, rewind and figure out the words.  It took me years to figure out what "makeit love" was, as in the lyric: "why can't we be makeitlove by sleeping?" 

Typical Daisy:  she knew good rock at the age of ten, but had no idea about sex.  Some would argue she still doesn't.

Loud Fast Rules!

If you have Comcast Digital Cable, you probably have Comcast On Demand.  This is a service where, if you're really bored, you can pick out a tv show or movie and watch it whenever you want - literally "on demand".  They've got a whole music section that ranges from halfway decent videos and live shows from really fucking lame bands to sorta lame bands that Tankboy pretends to like. 

I was surfing around last night since we've got free Showtime, but no free Showtime On Demand, it seems - which makes absolutely no fucking sense - and found under the "Music" section, a Karaoke channel.  KARAOKE!  ROCK!

Not so.  The song line-up was way lame.  But smooshed betweeen every single song that killed alt-rock radio and created Jack FM (3 each from Disturbed, Nickleback and Hoobastank) was one sad, lonely little ditty called Misery.  I clicked on it - and it said, literally:

MISERY
SUNG IN THE STYLE OF SOUL ASYLUM
KEY OF C
4:17

...and kicked right in.  I'm no good in the key of C, widely known as "the people's key", but I gave it a try anyway and realized that I'm not one of the masses and need it in a nice bouncy Benatar A or something.  All together now, Fanbase of Fifteen:  "FRUSSSSS-TRAAAATED IN-CORRRR-PORAAA-ATED!  Man, I love that song, even though it came out over 10 years ago.

You kids know where I'm going with this, right?  Of all the Soul Asylum songs in the world, why this one?  I bet someone owed Winona a favor.  On the other hand, who wants to sit around their living room singing along to muzak versions of Hoobastank and Disturbed songs?  Do Soul Asylum even exist anymore?  Last time I saw them was at the Taste of Lincoln Park, about 6 years ago, and they covered TLC's Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls.  Pretty darn well too.  Pirner did a Davy Jones (Axl Rose) dance that ruled..  The rest of the show was essentially phoned in from Mpls.

So this bizarre little incident reminded me that I do not have a date for New Years Eve since all of my gentlemen friends are either: artists living in upstate Washington, former members of really famous rock bands that got kicked out of aformentioned band the day before they got famous, or quasi-married British rock stars.

Instead, my seaweed wrappeed attorney, her former A&M A&R pal and I are - you guessed it - going to see Soul Asylum play with not-exactly-has-beens-but-never-went-anywhere Fastball at the House of Blues.  Icing on the cake?  We were forced to pay retail: NINETY BUCKS!?  There better be free drinks. 

Don't tell anyone, but I'd rather go see Fountains of Wayne at the XRT shindig at Navy Pier.  At least they wrote a song about me.  And I'd be on live tv.  Heh.

Note:  The Gilmore Girls are on TV in the other room., and a commercial just came on with the very punky tune in the style of The Donnas meet The Ramones (yes, I know that every single Donnas song is like that but humor me for a sec): "Don't wanna be a soccer mom. Don't wanna be a soccer mom!"  Uh, no shit sherlock; but try telling that to my former Wicker Park pals currently living in Deerfield!

True Love?

This just in from Pop Bitch:

The Strokes are in Australia. On a TV show this week, Fabrizio wore a Glitter-esque ET t-shirt, which starred his girlfriend, Drew Barrymore, aged seven.

All together now:  "Awwww."  Or, "Eeeeew!"

Thank God For Huge Jackie O Sunglasses!

I totally forgot to tell you guys...

The reason I've been gone so long is that I finally had my eye surgery.  It went very well, thank you, but I wouldn't recommend it to anyone.  Yuck!  Unfortunately, the swelling/bleedy part was a bit worse than anticipated and had to camp out at my parents 1980's Townhouse of Evil that has Absolutely No Internet Connection Speed Faster than 26.6k, so I couldn't really keep you guys, the Fabulous Fanbase of Fifteen, posted.

So, long story short:  I look like I've been run over by a truck.  I get my stitches out tomorrow.  And I haven't exactly been able to keep the observations of rock up for the past 6 days or so.  Whatever.   Sue me.  Either way, I'm just so darn excited that the fanbase has gone from five to fifteen.  Whooo!

xoxox,
daisy

ps email me if you want to see pictures.  they're brutal!

Cleveland Rocks!

This just dropped into my corporate email box from the "fine folks" at CMJ.  They're THE magazine if you're a college radio programmer.  It sounds interesting and if you're in a halfway decent band, it can't hurt to apply.

CMJ/Rock Hall Calling All Bands

CMJ and the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame And Museum began accepting submissions this week for the second annual CMJ Rock Hall Music Fest, taking place June 14-18, 2006 in Cleveland, Ohio. Bands are encouraged to submit their music and information through CMJ partner SonicBids by visiting www.cmj.com/musicfest. Submissions will run through March 31, 2006, when the selection process will begin. Last year, more than 100 bands performed, including Pixies, Spoon, the Futureheads, Digable Planets, Stephen Malkmus and dozens of emerging artists. In addition to five nights of music throughout the top clubs in Cleveland, back-to-back daytime concerts will also be scheduled on two stages at the Festival Village outside the Rock Hall, June 16-18. The Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame And Museum will also feature a series of educational programs, panel discussions and workshops throughout the weekend. Fun Fact: the Museum actually has the ashes of radio legend Alan Freed. Rock 'n' roll!

Consider this a (very rare) public service announcement from your friendly neighborhood rock consultant, Daisy Glaze.

Wiry Muscle Count

At the Bottle Rockets show on Saturday night at the Beat Kitchen, Brian Henneman said that the upcoming album was still unnamed and they'd take suggestions from the audience.  Without skipping a beat, Alex screamed "Fistfight on Sixth".  Sheer brillance.  They'll never use it.

The big mean beefy lughead who takes up 4 spaces in front of the stage at every single BoRox show made his own teeshirt, just for the occasion.  It said:

Eat Carbs
You Atkins
Redneck!

Obviously a reference to Brian's extremely wiry and still shrinking physique...  And unfortunately I agree - he's so skinny its gross.  I should probably also mention that the show was fantastic.  The best I've seen them in ages, seething with hit after hit after hit - including a little Radar Love for the ladies.  Only bummer was the $15 cover charge, which is a shitload of cash when factoring in the venue and the band's current cool kids quotient - I'm thinking it should be about $12 bucks.  Man, thinking about this has got me craving some serious carbs.  I wonder if there's any leftover stuffing...

31 Wilco Fans Can't Be Wrong, Part II - THE UPDATE!

Remember how we were talking a week or so ago about the new Wilco live CD that should have had a DVD bit to it as well?  Believe it or not...I've got an update!!

Turns out Tweedy had a "real" reason to scrap the accompanying DVD to the Kicking Television 2xCD set.  Once he figured out his spin angle, he went straight to the good, honest and god fearing (altar) boys over at Harp Magazine (mainly, 'cos they'll go straight to hell if they screw Tweedy over). 
Here's part of Jeff Tweedy's statement to Harp:

When Jeff Tweedy sat down to edit the DVD that was to accompany Wilco's new,
double-live Kicking Television, he was shocked by what he saw: a sea of
logos and brands. "When we started, we wanted to include a lot of shots of
the audience, because to us the audience is a big part of it. And everywhere
you looked, there were logos. Nothing against our crowd, but everybody had a
T-shirt with a slogan on it."

This triggered questions between Tweedy and his cohorts about the unintended
messages (Shop Old Navy!) the band might inadvertently be sending out while
sharing the fruits of several nights of music making. The band, Tweedy
recalls, quickly came to a conclusion. "[We] didn't want to put a bunch of
logos in our DVD. And at the same time, we didn't want it to be this
hermetically sealed claustrophobic ideal of the band. Eventually we came to
the conclusion that it's more fucking exciting just listening to it. Somehow
it feels way more intimate and inclusive of an audience than the DVD did."

Good excuse.  Now tell us why the cat ate your homework.  Seriously, Jeff.  Don't you think that catching the audience sleeping; noticing a slow leak in the venue beginning halfway through the show (since the audience were leaving early); and the super shocking plethora of Son Volt tee shirts in the first 15 row areas (the only rumored "link" to branding/slogans, etc.) freaked you out?  These fans paid full price, they had no reason to disappear!  Where did they go?  Off to find a better place to nap?

Finally witnessing all of this on video made you think twice.  Why?  Because that's the embarrassing bit - not this made up bullshit slogan thing.  A couple of tee shirts from "that other band" you're sorta kinda still feuding with is now a part of folk history/pop culture.  Marketing genius!  That's what happens when the group we know and love breaks up, and all the silly little reasons why finally come out 10 years later.  We don't want to hear that.  We don't want to have to choose sides.  Meanwhile, That's also what happens when you start to lose The Rock.  Suck it up!  Get used to it! 

I am very impressed that Tony Margherita Management sure can spin things GWB/Karl Rove style!  Logos?  Slogans?  My ass.  Jeff Tweedy was most likely really, really pissed about the sleepers and the early birds nesters but instead pretended to be all freaked out, barfy and back on the verge of rehab due to a couple of Son Volt tee shirts in the audience.  Weak.  And he's getting all bitchy about it?  Whatever.  The Tweed doth protest to much.  Or however that bloody quote goes....

Note to Jeff:  Seriously.
Dude, you're a rock star.  Step it up and act like one.  If choose to rock, the people will stay.  Promise.  If you keep the songs to less than 19 minutes, the fans won't fall asleep, wake up and leave.  Promise.  If you pretend that the Son Volt tee shirts mean nothing.  You'll win.  Sticks & stones, babe.  Now, go have a good cry or a barf or whatever it is that you do, play some guitar with that famous kid of yours and relax.  The international solo shows have been getting great press, so no worries, mate.  Please feel free to let me know if you need anything, like someone to fire the drummer.  I've got a better one for you from an even more impressive pre-pre-pre-pre-Tortoise band called Shrimp Boat.  His vibes out vibe that lameola Kotchke hippie.  He can even play upside down garbage cans perfectly when they've been lost in luggage.  I'll set you up.  You will love him.  LOVE him.  Promise.  Just leave it to me and my bodyguards.

Young Criminals? Definitely. Starving? Doubtful.

Bobby Bare Jr. & The Young Criminal's Starvation League will be shooting a live video tonight at The Hideout.  Tickets cost ten bucks and are available only from the bartender, and it's rumored that the show is already sold out -- so I wouldn't recommend attendance, especially if you're coming in from the suburbs or somewhere similarly far away.

Meanwhile, who pays money to be an "extra" in a video shoot?  Tickets should be free - pick 'em up at the bar and once they're gone they're gone.  How about having the doors open at a specific time and let the fans in on a first come, first served basis.  What about a hotline and the first 100 people who call get put on a list.  Whatever method one wants to use is fine with me, but ultimately, it is absolutely preposterous to pay ten bucks to be a part of someone's music video.  Then again, Bobby's record label isn't exactly known for its deep pockets...