Showing posts with label vintage vault. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vintage vault. Show all posts

Monday, November 24, 2008

The Murder City Devils: The band that made me want to drink a lot of whiskey at 15

I've had a pretty busy weekend acting like I'm in high school again, from gas being $2.11 a gallon to running from the cops.

Official Pony Girl Club tip: If you're gonna drink in public, like oh say the beach, or a certain lagoon, wear flats. It's not fun hiking a round trip of five miles on some janky-ass nature trail in the tail end of the witching hours sporting three-inch wedges just because you don't really feel like getting arrested. Plus, clomping around like a goddamn Budweiser Clydesdale doesn't increase stealth points.

All this talk of delinquency got me thinking about one of the bands that I really loved while in engaging in most of my teenage delinquency, The Murder City Devils. While I blame Kathleen Hanna for my shitty 'tude, MCD are probably the reason I am teetering on the edge of having a drinking problem and am utterly irresponsible on a daily basis. Rock 'n' roll, man.


I don't remember how I heard about them, but I know I still have all 4 shirts and I really wanted to see them before they broke up when they were touring with At the Drive-In but my friend that was supposed to drive's appendix burst or some lame-ass pussy excuse like that. Fucking bummer. I don't collect records but the ones that I own are prized possessions that are all gifts and one of them is a red and black swirl limited pressing of R.I.P., the recording of their last show in Seattle on October 31st, 2001.

This here video is the only official one, for one of my all-time favorite songs, "Idle Hands:"


This isn't actually a video so much as it is a picture of the album cover, "Rum to Whiskey:"


Fan vids are terrible but at least you can listen to the song and keep reading, "Press Gang:"


Recovering from being really punk (doing shit like wearing cut up Casualties t-shirts to ballet and listening to the worst shit imagineable) and easing back into being a functional member of society was a little rough, but these guys were there to pad my fall. They aren't the inventors of anything, but had elements from a lot of bands that I already liked blended into fun, catchy and a little bit creepy rock.

So now what? VH1's million dollar question, where are they now?

The good news is, guitarist and token guy that is so hot it's stupid Dann Gallucci (formerly of Modest Mouse fame) still has a really bad case of the hot. Be still, my 15-year-old heart. Singer Spencer Moody still probably has at least a little bit of a drinking problem and is still making music. Other than that, according to the internets, Moody busies himself running a "junk shop" named after a pirate and a practice space. Bad news is, he has a beard now. Leslie Hardy, keyboardist and former Hole member (for about five minutes) has been pretty much M.I.A. since her carpal tunnel surgery but I heard she might be a realtor now. Who knows? Bassist Derek Fudesco moved on to Pretty Girls Make Graves and the less hot guitarist Nate Manny is a graphic designer now. Adorable drummer Coady Willis is in Big Business and...apparently The Melvins? Weird. Gabe the roadie and the merchbot seemed to have nothing listed for curent projects, which just makes me think at least Gabe is hiding out in the woods hunting bear with his pet wolf.

Can't wait to hide out in the woods and hunt bear with my pet wolf,

'stina

Thursday, September 25, 2008

The Proclaimers are not, in fact, the only band from Scotland

The Pony Girl stables have been like a damn ghost town lately, despite my promises of grandeur. I have been experiencing my first of probably many serious bouts of composer's block. Usually it gets really close to the deadline and the project gets itself done in a matter of hours, but this time I am legitimately worried. There's just nothing. I feel like that guy in "Forgetting Sarah Marshall." Maybe it's because I hate the director and I think his short film is gay. Oops, said that out loud on the internet.

Personal crisis aside, I was digging around in one of my plastic organizational cubes in hot pursuit of my dignity or something when I found this CD that I was all into in 2000, "100 Broken Windows" by the band named after that secret meeting place in Anne of Green Gables- Idlewild. At least they're honest about their reading abilities, unlike other bands.




There are two songs off that album, "Idea Track" and "Let Me Sleep (Next to the Mirror)," that are still pretty decent. I realized after listening to the CD again that I had this problem circa 2000 where I thought it was cool that EVERY band I listened to sounded exactly the same. Basically, I listened to three bands for a couple years. Another thing I realized is that I apparently didn't care if any of the dudes in the band were hot, I just cared about the music. What was wrong with me? I feel like I need to go back in time and reverse that so maybe today I would be a little more slutty or popular or both since they're synonymous.

This is a video from around the same time for "Actually It's Darkness:"



I'm kind of into the chorus. I like the slightly unconventional drum fill.

I think the only thing about this band that really bums me out is they used to sound like everything today I talk shit on. I mean, they had a song called "Satan Polaroid." That's gotta count for something, right? Lately, they're gotten a lot more R.E.M. and a lot less rock. But they're Scottish, what did you honestly expect? Yeah. Me neither.



Going to Hawaii to meet a receptionist that will inspire me to write my vampire puppet musical,

'stina.

Friday, August 8, 2008

The internet is hard

You know what I miss? Hot Snakes. You know what Hot Snakes reminded me of? Buddyhead. I really miss the old gossip shit, because posting celebrity phone numbers is hilarious. When I was younger, I read a feature that one of them probably pounded out through a hangover in a half-hour or less, called The Rules of Rock. They have stuck with me to this day!

We have been shooting a lot of video shit and I am exhausted but have to go to work and then argue with some asshole (who may or may not be foxy...coin toss) at Guitar Center about something trivial so I don't really feel like posting a huge-ass...thing. I present you with The Rules of Rock. I have taken the liberty of bolding the ones I feel are especially important.

1) Don't misspell any words in your band's name. Many bands opt to switch the letter 'I' for the letter 'y'. This is cool if you're into everyone with 1/8 to 1/6 a brain assuming that you are a crappy jock/rap/metal band. For instance, Limp Bizkit, Strait Up, and Korn are all these type of bands. Are any of them good? Check and mate.

2) Avoid using food products in your band's name. Chances are you'll misspell it anyways. Also, chances are you'll pick some crappy food over a tasty one.

3) Don't wear your band's own shirts. No exceptions or excuses accepted. Don't think the "but I'm on tour and we haven't been able to wash our clothes, it's the only thing clean I had to wear" story is gonna fly… wear the dirty shirt, you're a rocker my friend.

4) Don't play reggae unless you are in Bad Brains.

5) Cowboy hats are for cowboys only. That is why they are called cowboy hats. You aren't Madonna nor are you trend setting. And unless your main transportation is a horse just don't wear a cowboy hat, or you're a total poser cowboy.

6) This one here is a no brainer and it's mainly, but not solely, directed towards the ska bands. DO NOT insert the name of your genre, or something related to your genre into your band's name. You don't see any good bands attempt this. (except Metallica, but they have songs about satan so it's cool) The best solution to this problem is to not start a ska band in the first place, cos not only are ska bands just itching to break this rule and prove their dorkdom, but nobody's scoring gash with a ska band anyway.

7) Avoid using the words theory, project, or plan in the title of your band name.

8) Don't play funk. Don't even joke about playing funk.

9) Mc Hammer pants aren't cool anymore, don't wear them. Yeah, Fred, we're talking to you.

10) Visors on band members (or anyone for that matter) earn yourself a bitch slap. If you have your visor sideways, upside down, or both your penalty increases to additional groin area pummeling.

11) For shows, props are generally a bad idea. They usually stimulate the audience's what-the-hell sensors. If you do decide to use one, make sure it's small and you don't spend most of your time playing with it. Unless of course you are the Beastie Boys, it's 1986, you're opening for Madonna, and you have a giant two story penis on stage.

12) If your band has a cozy fan base of say, five, skip out on the huge rock star banner. It is key to grasp the idea that people don't operate on the if-they-have-a-banner-they-have-to-be-good mentality.

13) Never ever have all members wear the same shirt. This is a ridiculous concept and should not be explained.

14) If you're playing your hometown, don't say, "What's up (town)". This phrase is reserved for the out of town and/or touring bands. You might make them mad by stealing their pep speech.

15) If you're playing outside of your hometown, don't say, "What's up (town)". This phrase screams shoot me in the face.

16) Preaching is for church, shut up and rock.

17) Cordless guitars are only ok if your first name is Eddie, your last name is Van Halen, and you kick ass at playing a guitar with a power drill. If this is not the case, don't venture there.

18) Playing your guitar up by your neck makes you look like a geek. Period. If you need an example, take a cue from a few of the greats… look at Slash's guitar height, or maybe take a peek at where Duff let the bass rest, or possibly look at just how low Krist Noviselic rode his rock axe.

19) If you play bass make sure you have only 4 strings. If you play guitar make sure you only have 6 or less. If you play drums know that if your set looks like something Tommy Lee would play while hanging upside down, you are a jackass. You don't need 12 cymbals fruitcake.

20) Gold hardware and/or wood stained anything is a no-no. Ditto for neon anything.

21) White cordless mics were used by Vanilla Ice, don't travel the same road.

22) Unless you are an immortal rock god, spitting or throwing water into the crowd instantaneously eliminates any chance you had at getting laid that night. It may ensure you getting your ass kicked though.

23) Covering new wave songs, oldies, or current Top 40 songs means your band sucks mad horse dong. The "hey wouldn't it be funny to cover that N'sync song and make it punk" idea is about as funny as a knee to the crotch.

24) If all of your songs are about how much you miss your girlfriend, do us all a favor and instead of touring, stay home geek.

25) Kick out the fat guy, he's the reason you are never gonna be big.

26) If you're fat, kick yourself out, you're blowing it for the rest of the band.

26) If you're a metal band, make sure that you are a metal band before you say you are a metal band. A pretty fool proof test is to ask yourself if you think Rob Halford would be into your band back in the days when Judas Priest was the shit.

27) If you have a DJ make sure he at least has two turntables. We actually recommend no DJ, but if you gotta go there...

28) We take that back. No DJ's. This DJ in bands shit has to stop now.

29) Shave. Beards = blowing it.

30) Don't wear backwards baseball caps, unless you're the Beastie Boys.

31) Use a pick. If you play slap bass you need your fingers broken.

32) Don't tell the crowd what they can and can't do. You're not in Fugazi. If you want to be a cop, get off the stage and go join the police academy champ.

33) Unless you're the headliner you shouldn't be playing hour and a half sets, keep it short. The idea that, "Hey these people don't seem to like us, maybe they just didn't like those songs, let's play some more until we play one they like" is never accurate. Get off the stage. We want to go home.

rockin' ass since 2000, THE RIGHT WAY,

'stina.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

You're so hot you're making me sexist. Bitch.

I don't have a grip of time for complaining today, unfortunately for y'all. I know that's your favorite part to read. My trivial complaints about Costco (still Price Club).

So, in lieu of "so and so cut me off on the freeway," or "I'm a white upper-middle class trust fund bitch and my life is hard," I'm going to do a quick News Flash.

Cursive was one of the first indie math-punk/whatever bands I got into back in the day when Saddle Creek/Vagrant/Deep Elm were my main source for band discovery. Apparently these dudes are still around- sans original drummer (he left because he felt his life calling was really taking care of Whippets) and are recording a new album. I didn't say shit was gonna be epic, I just said they were recording. They did Daytrotter a couple months ago because Daytrotter is the new Jenkem and everybody's doin' it.

I like low-budget videos and I like this song:



The other "news" I have is about a local band that sucks less than a lot of local bands, but mostly they just have a really fierce case of the hot. Megan and I accidentally saw War Stories at this 30+ hipster bar downtown because we were going to some assbag's art show and they turned out to be kind of awesome. We decided they were all just sitting around one day and one of them was all like "hey so we are all REALLY hot, we should make a band or something" and that's how War Stories came to be. I'm just kidding, I'm sure they're talented musicians or something like that. At any rate, they are apparently releasing an album but haven't released a lot of information regarding it yet other than a CD release show at the Casbah on August 18th. You can bet your ass we will be there, heckling away.

Official video for "Lion:"




treating men like objects and objects like men since '99,

'stina

Monday, June 30, 2008

great fangirls in history

Remember the '80's? Yeah, me neither. Anyway, once upon a time, Stephen Pastel of Scotland's the Pastels was all like, "please don't think of us as an 'indie band' as it was never meant to be a genre, and anyway we are far too outward looking for that sad tag." He pretty much only said this because he was kind of a cutie and he was just trying to be modest and unassuming or not an asshole or some shit like that. Don't believe me? Try and look past his haircut to see that sweet smile of his in this video from 1987, "Coming Through".



But don't take my word for it. Check out this delightful little number written in his honor, "Throw Aggi Off the Bridge" from Black Tambourine, ladled into your bowl from the primordial soup of the early nineties.



As you may have guessed by now, "Aggi" was Stephen Pastel's ladyfriend and bassist (smart movie Aggi. When you land a hot piece like that, make sure you're in his band no matter what) and singer Pam Berry of Black Tambourine was not pleased. Black Tambourine, despite recording a mere ten songs influenced a generation of American indie rockers, or at least that's what their wikipedia says. To my knowledge, they are important enough for the Aislers Set to reference them and that's good enough for me. I discovered them in 2004 and they gave me all the encouragement I didn't need to become the homewrecking hussy you know and love today.

If you want some extra credit, you can listen to my favoritest Black Tambourine song, "Black Car" here on the Slumberland Records website. Yeah, there's a lot of history today, but come on. It's Monday. COME ON.

Tuff Jelly Ghost Bones

The Unicorns were a Canadian band that got pissed at each other after a couple of rough tours and broke up. Dudes went on to be in other bands that I don't like as much, like Islands and Th' Corn Gangg. The latter was a foray into hip-hop, YIKES.

The Unicorns were a little dark, kinda funky and rocked an analog synth like it was going out of style. Well, I guess it kind of did? Shit.

I pretty much blew my entire load with that last post, so I'm just going to cut to the videos now. Just remember, you only need two minutes 'cause I'm so intense. Two minutes in heaven is better than one minute in heaven.


Jellybones:




Tuff Ghost:



nothing clever today,

'stina.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

I'll scratch MY accidents into YOUR wall...

I've been meaning to get seriously down and dish about this band I am freaking out about right now, 31Knots. Megan and I discovered these fine western gems when they opened for Joan of Arc.

Unfortunately, I have been really busy. When I say busy I mean I just play a lot of rock band and drink too much. I spent the entire day ralphing and let me tell you, yakking blue gatorade in a bush in front of a hospital is kind of satisfying because people think you have west nile or some shit but it is actually just Captain Morgan punching you in the gut for being such an idiot the night before.

So instead I am leaving you with this video from a million years ago (I'm suprised it's in color) of Jawbreaker performing "Accident Prone." The only real video they made (Fireman) surfaces on the Universal Music Group youtube page so naturally, embedding is disabled. Because you can beat the internet? Anyways, Jawbreaker is kind of an awesome blast from the past for me (being 17 and angsty is rough) and I still feel like "Dear You" is one of the most underrated albums in the history of time.






'stina

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

a (really hard) trip down memory lane

Once upon a time (roughly seven years ago) I received a sampler CD from Deep Elm Records, with my order of Appleseed Cast/Cross My Heart/other faggy bullshit albums and t-shirts featuring sad guys in glasses clearly yelling about self-loathing, that happened to feature a two minute and 14 second face-melter called "Leaning the Room" by a band known as "Planes Mistaken for Stars." Deep Elm is currently peddling this fine compilation for an exorbitant amount of cash moneys (like $10), HOWEVER, the "Knife In the Marathon" EP is totes worth it on iTunes.

Recently, I have been going through this thing where I have no life standards and openly still really love post-punk/post-rock (don't even get me started on math rock, bish plz) so here is a video from PMFS called "Spring Divorce" from their 2004 No Idea release "Up In Them Guts." Hee-hee, guts.






fucking shred,

'stina.