At first glance, MTV's celebrity-offspring singing competition Rock the Cradle doesn't seem like much more than a third-rate American Idol knock off. The dueling karaoke numbers of these celebrities-by-default isn't helped much by the ludicrous over-hosting, the asinine judging panel, and the contestants' syrupy vows that they have what it takes to "make it" on their own (except, you know, for being the child of someone famous and getting on the show in the first place).
This glorious train wreck of a television show does have one saving grace--the parents. Some of them have a bizarre synergistic relationship with their kids, as if it's another way to extend mom or dad's fame just a bit longer. Witness: the Dee and Jesse "Blaze" Snider tag team...
Many of the parents appear at the live show taping to appraise their progeny's talents after they have been harshly judged by a blue-ribbon panel that includes Avril Lavigne's choreographer and the lead singer of the Go-Gos. And nearly all of them star in completely natural and fluid staged video packages, dispensing essential rock-star parental advice with varying degrees of verisimilitude.
But at least everyone seems to genuinely care about each other amidst the wackiest jet set talent show ever conceived. It's nice to see Bobby Brown on TV again outside the context of an E! True Hollywood Story. Particularly sympathetic is Crosby "Son of Kenny" Loggins, who possesses a disarming humility (on silver spoons: "I used to get a lot of crap for what my dad did. I didn't care. 'Danger Zone' put food on my table.") that is incredibly out of place in RtC's world of whiz-bang presentation and contrived verbal sparring. Surely MTV knows this too and has prescribed some of the least convincing cockiness and the most unexpected bleep in TV history to give the family Loggins more "edge":
Soft rockers don't swear! But at least they're setting a better example than Lil B. Sure! (son of obscure R&B veteran Al B. Sure!):
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There is a world of cuisine outside of Figueroa fast food, Viztango, and Malibu Subs. I know that the busy slump sucks and the lure of cheap, quick food is hard to resist. Venturing further away from campus involves temporal, monetary, and logistical constraints. Luckily, with proper planning, you can beat these obstacles and get to eating some delicious ass food.
Masa - Echo Park Bakery & Cafe boasts a relatively large menu, but is known for their Chicago Style Deep Dish Pizza. A large pizza easily feeds four people, and at a rate of $22+ for a large, you can leave well fed for about $7. Or, if you're only in a twosome, get a small pizza and you'll still achieve some serious expanding of your waistband. Deep dish pizza takes about an hour to make, so they welcome you to phone in your order beforehand. I also highly recommend their garlic bread, salads, and desserts. You can BYOB with no corkage fee, so make it a classy night and bring along some two-buck chuck.
Large Deep Dish Pizza with Roasted Red Pepper and Sausage
Now you're wondering how the hell you're going to get there. (This map I made shows you how close the bus stop, the restaurant, and the Echo are to each other.) Well, it just so happens that 200 Metro Bus goes directly from USC to Echo Park, whence you will get off at Sunset and only walk a few short blocks East to get there.
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On March 7, KSCR was pleased to present our second concert this semester at Ground Zero Performance Cafe featuring The Dodos, Thee Oh Sees, Goodbye Gadget, and Clue Junior.
(Photo by: Charles Mallison)
The night began with the eclectic sounds and an unpredictable set from Clue Junior. The on-campus band quickly and quietly played hot potato with their instruments between songs and delighted the audience with their unpredictability.
(Photo by: Goodbye Gadget)
Goodbye Gadget brought a more lighthearted set delivering female-fronted pop punk complete with keyboards. The band stopped in-studio earlier in the day.
(Photo by: Jeffrey Long)
Later in the night, Thee Oh Sees upped the intimacy of the show, opting to play on the floor and choosing to leave the lights on (wink). They brought distortion, jokes, and energy. The lead singer John Dwyer harmonized with Brigid Dawson, who also brought the occasional tamborine. The band combined psychadelic, experimental sounds with folk-inspired vocals to produce a captivating performance.
(Photo by: Ross Stephenson)
(Photo by: Charles Mallison)
Finally, Meric Long and Logan Kroeber took the stage. Seeing The Dodos live is mesmerizing. As expected, the more detectable intricacies of sound and timing made the live experience phenomenal, but I was particularly blown away by the accompanying visual experience. Throughout the night we saw high levels of energy from all of the bands, but The Dodos had the unique ability to simultaneously convey sensitivity and serenity along with movement-inducing liveliness (which helps to explain the sitters and the standers all havin' good times).
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After introducing the world to So Me's t-shirt animating skills in their acclaimed video for "D.A.N.C.E.", Gaspard and Xavier have gone back to the well for their new clip for the equally infectious "DVNO."
In keeping with the song's deconstruction of hipper-than-thou scenester elites, we're treated to a menagerie of slick, slightly altered consumer brand logos. I spotted re-creations of the old-school HBO logo, the neon Universal Studios Hollywood (or Florida) sign, and the little AMC "Silence is Golden" bumper, among others. And stick around for the brilliant tribute to the Steven J. Cannell production logo at the end.
It's also nice to see that Justice's penchant for little tangential cameos during performances of their own music is alive and well. Not everyone looks good in an LED robot suit, after all.
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At the risk of making this page look like an 'I HEART KANYE' lovefest, we got some good news for all y'all Ye fans. Looks like the graduate will be bringing his good life and the "Glow in the Dark" tour to L.A. Here's the list of places where he'll show up for some fake sh*t.
Yeah, you saw the sign right. We also like umbrella-ella-ellas, skaterboys, and superstars.
YO! What if... nah... but... they were at that award show... YO! DAFT PUNK WILL BE THERE!!! Of course I'm kidding, but I'm also praying, wishing and dreaming. We might like Kanye (not as much as Kanye likes Kanye), but we love Daft Punk.
Tickets go on sale Friday 2/15 at 10 am on ticketmaster.
Here's the new (READ: creepy) "Flashing Lights" video while you wait to get your money right or, you know, wait for the tix to go on sale.
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I hesitate to blog about the Grammys for a couple reasons:
1) Saying the mainstream music industry is in deep trouble is kind of like beating a dead horse with a baby seal. This situation is never more obvious than during the annual Grammy telecast. Eventually they're gonna run out of ways to repackage the Beatles' back catalogue and then all you'll be left with is Herbie Hancock albums. Which brings me to...
2) It's doubtful that KSCR and associates really care about who wins these damn things. As a product of Strip Mall America, I'm probably one of the few who has a lingering emotional investment in the whole process. And despite their relatively unpredictability, major Grammy award winners are usually divided into two camps: the most broad, middle-of-the-road commercial successes (Foo Fighters, Alicia Keys) and the aging stars who are really being awarded for a whole body of work (Steely Dan over Beck, Radiohead, and Eminem for 2001 Album of the Year? Really?).
So where can timeliness and relevance be found in an institution that allows "Professor" will.i.am to rhyme "Grammys" with "jammies" and "slammies" while placating the indie crowd with Bright Eyes' award for, um, album packaging? The performances, obviously. The Time and Rihanna complemented each other unusually well and the Beyonce/Tina Turner diva-off was one for the ages, but the night belonged to Kanye West.
The RIAA clearly wasn't honored by his lateness enough to give him the big prize (for the third time in a row) but at least hooked him up with a few rap awards and some airtime in front of the old Aggro Crag set from GUTS. Oh, and they also let us enjoy Daft Punk's first. TV appearance. EVER. Take six and take this, haters.
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As KSCR's resident soft rock connoisseur, I enjoyed every smooth minute of the Channel101.com "series" Yacht Rock during its 10-episode run from 2005-2006. Each month J.D. Ryznar and Hunter Stair (of VH1's short-lived Acceptable TV), along with a talented supporting cast, re-enacted the creative inspiration for the gentlest grooves of the late '70s and early '80s, lampooning everyone from Kenny Loggins to Michael Jackson to Warren G.
Since then, Yacht Rock has become a cultural mini-phenomenon (mostly amongst people who own a Michael McDonald solo album). Due to popular demand, the YR crew got together to make one last episode detailing the exegesis of "Footloose," a story which may or may not involve a deranged Jimmy Buffet holding Loggins hostage and a climatic massacre of Parrotheads. Yah mo check it out.
(NSFW dialogue)
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While the rest of the world awaits the arrival of the holidays during the month of December, Southern California audiophiles eagerly anticipate information regarding an event less wholesome than Christmas, but undoubtedly more epic than the well-loved holiday.
That’s right, kiddos—Coachella lineup season has come to town.
Officially, Goldenvoice—the event’s promoters—release the 2008 festival lineup on January 21st. This date, nearly a month away, however, has not hindered hopeful Coachella attendees from speculating who will perform at the acclaimed three-day music festival in Indio, California this upcoming April.
Rumors are abound across the Information Super Highway, centering mainly on choice Los Angeles music blogs and the official Coachella message boards. From impossible wish lists (“Say, didn’t Joy Division break up when Ian Curtis killed himself?�) to confirmed performers as verified by ‘the brother-in-law of my mailman’s next-door neighbor’s deceased uncle,’ solid confirmations of potential performers have been nearly non-existent.
Smaller artists, as well as some sub-headliners, present promising cases of performing at Coachella ’08, given word-of-mouth confirmations from the artists themselves, or from artist availability on promotion and booking websites. (Possible appearances are slated from Death Cab for Cutie, The Verve, Portishead, Ladytron, and Caribou.)
Absent, however, from these officially unconfirmed confirmations, are any clear headliners for the festival. In fact, none of the usual contributors to the Coachella Rumor Mill can discern any of the eventual three ‘big name acts’ who will capstone each day of performances.
Usually noted for its promotion of some of the largest names in popular alternative music, as well as its revival of some of the most influential bands in recent musical history, Coachella and Goldenvoice seem to have either missed the boat on 2008’s most anticipated headliners, or have become extremely adept at keeping secrets from the general public.
To crush your Yorke-yearning desires before imagination supersedes logic—yes, I’m talking to you, Mr. Diehard Radiohead Fan—a Goldenvoice employee has confirmed that the famed British experimental rockers will NOT be playing Coachella this year, a pity, considering how the band was suspected for several months to be a shoo-in for the 2008 festival’s leading headliner. Nix any hopes of an appearance by The White Stripes, Led Zeppelin, or My Bloody Valentine as well; these bands, too, by process of research and elimination, show no signs of performing in the Palm Desert come April.
So, where does this leave Coachella and Goldenvoice promoters to turn? Whom shall grace the coveted Coachella Main Stage closing slot that hot, sweltering weekend in April? What bands will music lovers across the world shell out nearly $350 to see?
Two words: TALKING. HEADS.
That’s right, you heard me correctly. The only way that Coachella can regain any ounce of authority and renown in the music festival circuit—especially after losing Radiohead—would be to book the most impossible reunion imaginable. So, Goldenvoice and Co., listen up closely. The following shall be your saving grace.
True, David Byrne isn’t exactly loved by his fellow band members; after disbanding officially in 1991, little hope of a legitimate Talking Heads reunion dwindled away with time between Byrne’s expanding ego and bad blood amongst former members. Yet, as of late, all signs seem to be pointing to a highly improbable, but completely believable chance at a Talking Heads 2008 performance at this year’s festival.
Not happening, you say? Completely unlikely? Perhaps, but, considering a reunion from both the band and Coachella’s promoters’ stance, Talking Heads would benefit themselves and Goldenvoice quite heavily, should a reunion take place this year. With a recent resurgence in their popularity, the band could pull a large draw—both in attendance and cash flow—keeping all pieces of the Coachella machine (audience included) well-oiled and content.
The idea of a Talking Heads reunion has been flittering around the Coachella message board as of late, and to be quite honest, with each passing day and with each potential headliner becoming unconfirmed, the idea suddenly transforms—albeit slowly—from fan-girl fancy to something of a realistic hope.
So, if I were the Talking Heads, I’d reunite at Coachella in 2008. Band mate hatred aside, that cold hard cash would be too hard to turn down.
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Dec. 19: Super Furry Animals - "The Gift That Keeps Giving"
It's been an under-the-radar year for SFA, but I think the video for this holiday-themed track that turned up (almost inexplicably) on this summer's Hey Venus will have people remembering the Furries well after the 25th. Just don't tell the children.
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For those of us who grew up in the South, Arron Neville's Christmas Concert was a highly-anticipated event. Whether we liked it or not, our parents made us watch it. So here you are with Arron Neville's original Christmas classic, "Louisiana Christmas Day".
The Squiggliest Voice On Earth
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Dec. 7: The Pogues feat. Kirsty MacColl - "Fairytale of New York"
Arriving a decade before the Dropkick Murphys and Flogging Molly, the Pogues blazed a path to mainstream success for Celtic punk bands with, um, less-than-traditional vocalists with this maudlin-sounding Yuletide duet, colloquially known as "Christmas In the Drunk Tank."
Any Christmas song that contains an exchange like "You're a bum, you're a punk/You're an old slut on junk" is alright by me. Happy holidays!
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Yes, it's that time of year again. Time to search your hard-drives for that "XMAS MIX 2001!" you made years ago and start bumpin' it. If you can't find it, Bandwidth is here to save the day.
This will be the inaugural post in which we'll feature both classic and new holiday songs/videos for you, the readers. Every few days until Christmas Day we'll be posting a video or two.
Dec 4: A Charlie Brown Christmas
Happy Holidays,
Bandwidth and KSCR
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