You know darn well

I forgot to mention, in my last post, that the obvious post-Ghostland Observatory event is The Dead Bodies show (with Scarlet Oaks and Millions of Brazilians) two doors down from St. Andrews at Jacoby’s. That’s fucking perfect.

While this site is out of commission, please treat the following as your “on hold” music. A blogger will be with you shortly…

Don’t even read this

So The Von Bondies are finally going to play Detroit come June at The Rock City Festival.  Great.  I’m not at all sure what lineup we’re going to get.  Would I like to see a formation of the last lineup? Yes.  Will I get to?  I highly doubt it.  There is absolutely no use in trying to figure things out that come from that camp.  Anything that makes sense probably won’t happen, and a lot of confusing things are almost inevitable.  It’s like in War Games where the computer plays tic tac toe against itself to draw after draw after draw, but not really.

From the rumor mill… you.. you?!?  You can’t be thinking about playing with The Von Bondies.  That dude already stole one of your songs.  You’ve got more talent in your little finger than he’s got in his whole hand.   Give me a break.  AND for the record, I wasn’t nearly as critical as every other single person in this town with the red hair dye fiasco, I was willing to let it go.  I was ready to chalk it up to coincidence.  I’ve read that you’re becoming a four piece, Von Bondies.  That’s all and well.  No disrespect at all to the looks of Matt Lannoo, he’s a cute enough lad, but why is it when I think “They couldn’t possibly go petite blonde guitar player replacement, could they?” that I just can’t seem to convince myself?

I know.  Why does it get to me?

win shit: Ghostland Observatory

I’m heading out to New York tomorrow morning. A certain organization thinks I should be working for them so I’m going to talk to some dude behind a desk and then scoff at his proposal. I was going to refuse their offer from the comfort of my own home, but the Tigers are playing their last series evar at Yankee Stadium this week…might as well head out for a few days and be a tourist.

Initially, my return flight wasn’t until Sunday evening. But then Ghostland Observatory scheduled a Saturday date at St. Andrews. I’ve mentioned this band more times than you needed me to — reviewed their Lollapallooza* set, bitched about their tour dates, etc. Well, they finally decided to stop in Detroit to see how awful it is. And I changed my flight to make sure they see the worst of it.

If you’ve never heard these guys, here you go.

If you’ve never seen these guys, here you go. (That link is a controlled television performance, imagine more people rushing the stage to dance.)

And if you can’t afford to see these guys, email me and tell me (webvomit AT gmail DOT com). Someone’s getting a guestlist +1 spot for Saturday’s show at St. Andrews. Just be sure to wear something you don’t mind sweating through — these guys are gonna move your ass.

*(Spell check wants to replace “Lollapalooza” with “Collapsible”. Spell check is an idiot.)

botanical medley

Marilyn Manson is selling his own brand of absinthe. That’s cool, I guess. Whatever. For a couple years, absinthe was my drink of choice. Thanks to the internet, you could order it from Spain, France and the Czech Republic, have it shipped by boat and it would show up on your porch a month later packed in some kind of synthetic straw in a crate marked “EXPOSED FILM DO NOT OPEN OR X-RAY”. Hooray internet! Anyway, for those of you who don’t already know — with all of the new legal brands of absinthe, you’ll die of alcohol poisoning before you get enough wormwood/thujone into your system to induce hallucinations. So if that’s what you’re looking for, eat some mushrooms and drink a forty instead. You’ll be better off. Trust me.

I’m heading out of town for a few days, so I’ll remind you now that this year’s Curare festival is Saturday at The CAID. Carjack is rumored to be fronting Wildcatting or Wildcatting is rumored to be backing Carjack or some other combination of awesome that you’re going to want to see, not to mention Lenny Stoofy earlier in the day. The poster says admission is 8 bucks. Is there CAID membership required on top of that? Or is it $5 plus the $3 monthly membership charge? Will I be able to attend 30 days worth of CAID events if I attend this? Seems like that could be incentive for people to show up, if that’s the case.

I didn’t make it to any of the Rockin’ On The Riverfront shows last year because nobody offered me any Press Credentials. While I’m sure I’ll be overlooked again due to the fact that I’m under 50 years old and only live on the internet, chances are I’ll be slumming it with you peons this year — The Jasper does not pass up free Pat Benatar.

Ulrich says Metallica could be planning a digital release along the lines of what Radiohead and Nine Inch Nails have done.” There is no band in the history of music that more greatly deserves to die in a fiery plane crash than Metallica.

The most confusing news stories to read are NME articles about Damon Albarn because A) NME makes everything up and B) Damon Albarn is batshit insane. It’s impossible to figure out which party’s fault that story is.

“According to authorities, the caller claimed that two bombs would go off during the band’s show.” LOLZ. Was this really a legitimate bomb scare at a Bon Jovi concert or was someone just warning everyone the band had planned to play a couple cuts off 7800° Fahrenheit?

Um…is this the world’s first racist MP3 player? The iBeat Blaxx is a real product that, I’m assuming, had to go through at least two levels of approval from dudes in suits. Dudes in suits are hilarious.

Nu Mas! Ok!

Mas! put up some new demos over at their myspace.  They have what I like to call high neck licks, and soaring vocals.  I like to call it that because that’s what Mas! said it was.  You should go listen, because that song about the train is a banger.  You can download it too!

From the confusion department, comes a bit of confusion.  The Scrummage University myspace seems to think Deastro is going to play there this Saturday.  The Deastro myspace seems to think that he will be in Bloomington Indiana.  Last Thursday, both the Deastro myspace and the Modern Exchange myspace thought he would be there, but due to I-75 confusion, he ended up in Toledo.  Mystery!

Speaking of mystery.  Without boring you to tears with details, I got a call from a friend who had just had an interesting conversation with someone who explained to her that I was not one person, rather two people.  To him, I was one person pretending to be two people and that the name that everyone calls me by was not really my real name.  She, knowing much more than he did about me just smiled and listened.  Anonymity isn’t really my thing, and I don’t lie about who I am.  For some reason, still people think when I politely tell them that they have me confused with someone else that they have just been let in on some huge conspiracy.  Most recently someone had a whole discussion with me at The Belmont insisting that my name was Chris, and I was in the band Chapstik.   He must be a handsome fellow.

Marc With A C

I found Marc With A C a few years ago via Internet. He’s a cool dude, he writes indie pop jams. He’s down with the Lo-Fi. I chatted with him, here let me show you.. If you’re not the reading type, scroll down and find some mp3s for your computer.

jrc: Hey there!
Marc With A C: Hello!

jrc: How’s your Thursday?
Marc With A C: So far, it isn’t too bad. Of course, I sleep late, so it could be awful but I would have been unconscious.
And yours?

jrc: I go to sleep awfully late, but I’m usually up earlyish. So far, so good.
San Diego to Orlando?
Why?

Click to continue reading “Marc With A C”

Whoa oh oh oh oh

Friday night I was in Pontiac for The Constantines and Oakley Hall.  It seemed as though Oakley Hall left half of their members behind, but the sound wasn’t bad.  I still would’ve liked to see the full band.  The guy in Oakley Hall fixed his hair constantly, which was making me a mental case, to the point where I was going to keep track.  During one song, it was 7 times.  Then I couldn’t count anymore without going insane.  I’m a weird lady.

The Constantines were just as good as every other time I’ve got to see them.  Most of you already know that though, because you were front and center pumping your fists in the air.  You kids have fun and don’t hurt anyone.  The only problem I had with them, that also goes for Oakley Hall, was the merchandise pricing system.  Someone decided that even though music is free now, that if you press vinyl lps that people who already have the free music will sometimes still buy these giant contraptions.  Good thinking.  Pricing these LPs at 157$ is poor thinking, especially in our poor state.  I overheard someone ask the joking question “20$?  In Canadian?”  I had a chuckle until I remembered that it’s pretty even these days, isn’t it?

Last night I was at The Lager House for Mick Bassett, Serenity Court, and Great Lakes Myth Society.

I tend to like Mick Bassett way more with a guitar than behind the piano, so it was great that he spent most of the set that way.  Near the end of the set when he did get behind the piano, the kids seemed to like it, proving that I rarely have any idea what I’m talking about.

Serentiy Court?  I like girls.  I like pop music.  I also think that any song ever written with a “whoa oh oh” in it is a hit by any standard.  So, girls who make pop music that also at times drop the “whoa oh oh” and the “ba ba ba” and all other that other stuff that everyone loves are kind of a shoe in to me.  Someone said yesterday that they were working on some recording.  They should hurry up with that because these are the summer BBQ jams.

I left half way through GLMS, at no fault of GLMS.  My back was hurting, kids were walking across my lawn, Matlock was on.  They were sounding good from what I heard, and the had the ability to keep a whole bunch of people out way past their bedtime, which is kind of rare, right?

maybe tomorrow go out and play

It’s Saturday. Sixty-one degrees and not a cloud in the sky. I don’t know about you, but I can’t think of a place I’d rather spend that kind of day than the windowless, basement floor of a goddamn office building. My job is the best!

New York’s Tigercity has been added to the Rock City lineup. These guys were actually all set to play an Art Fag Inc. party at one point, but we ran into some technical difficulties (someone couldn’t work a calender). I can’t remember whose fault it was (theirs). Rock City advance tix are on sale now, btw.

The Killers won Band of the Year at the NME Awards USA on Tuesday. That’s the headline and the joke. No link because no one fucking cares.

Among others, The Hold Steady, Caribou and HEALTH were added to PitchforkFest. Rad. I was super-excited for about 30 seconds when I read Times New Viking was playing…but then I realized I was thinking of These New Puritans. Bummer. TNP are fucking sweet, while TNV are fucking noise.


Wolf Parade’s summer tour
kicks off at The Crofoot in Pontiac. I was there last night for a packed Constantines show in the Pike Room. I thought that venue was a little small for them, but what do I know? On Monday Enon and Thunderbirds Are Now! are going to try and squeeze in there. Sounds like a disaster. I can’t wait.

Who else has heard some really interesting rumors about Scrummage University’s possible future? Like, so interesting they couldn’t possibly be true…could they?

If anyone knows where I work and wants to call in a bomb threat, I’ll buy you a drink in return.

m i a

So…this site was down for 24+ hours, which means the “new” video I posted Thursday night is now as old and as passed around as the fat Star Wars kid aerobicizing. By now that song is your mom’s ring tone (speaking of old and passed around). I don’t know what went wrong or what a “server” does when it “crashes” or any other technical information. Someone built this site for me. Someone else hosts it and pays for it. All I know how to do is type (barely) and link things. I was under the impression that the internet runs like the DeLorean from Back to the Future — keep feeding it garbage and it’ll never stop. But it seems there are rules to internetting…

Howling at the moon

Tonight, you should make a real effort to get out to The Pike Room. If you confuse it with The Boom Boom Room, you will find yourself very confused, and possibly with a drink full of roofies.

If you complete your adventure successfully, you’ll get to hang out and see The Constantines. That will be a good time.

Did you know the Constantines did a split 7″ with Feist? I did not either. Maybe they’ll have those there, and a Full White Drag cd that I didn’t buy when I saw them last.

The Webvomit server went down today after it reached it’s ONE MILLIONTH SARCASTIC POST! Congratulations for that, guys. It will be back up as soon as Jasper completes a 3000 word essay on ‘Just How Dang Cute Puppies Are.” Get on that, sporto.

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