Unfortunately I read the news too late for it to be included in last week's Rooster Roundabout, but last Friday, Phil Everly (of The Everly Brothers) died at the age of 74. One of the greatest groups of all-time (I don't care who disagrees), this is a major loss to the music world. And seing as how my all-time favorite love song is “All I Have To Do Is Dream,” it seems like a beautifully appropriate send-off to the man.
The Everly Brothers - “All I Have To Do Is Dream”
I like Common. Granted I'm not completely knowing of his musical repertoire. But having heard him recite poetry on “Def Poets,” I always thought his poetry was honest, visceral and relatable. And now Common has teamed up with No I.D. For a collaborative LP, titled Nobody Smiling. Not sure when it will be released, but Common and No I.D. Have made one track available (“War”). The album was thought of because of the violence permeating the Chicago area, but also in relation to violence happening all over the world. It's some heavy stuff, but sometimes people need music like this to wake up and smell the blood.
For those of you who want to hear what Carrie Brownstein has in store for herself in 2014, you can read her extensive Stereogum interview.
I don't know much about King Krule. Nothing, in fact. I know he's a British musician whose debut album dropped in August (6 Feet Beneath the Moon), and now he's released a video for the track “A Lizard State.” The track and video, a black-and-white representation of an Alfred Hitchcock influence, make me want to know more.
King Krule - “A Lizard State”
There's not really much you can say about Bruce Springsteen that hasn't already been said. The man is an institution. And said institution has a new album (High Hopes) coming out on Jan. 14, but like most people these days, he's streaming it ahead of time to give people a sneak peak of what his new record will deliver. You can head over to CBS to hear the album in its entirety.
Some people's dreams just came true … It's been “confirmed” that OutKast are reuniting to play some shows at Coachella. Apparently, the rap group (comprised of Andre 3000 and Big Boi) are going to headline the Friday night sets (happening on April 11 and 18). So start booking some flights, buying festival tickets, packing them bags and get to the show! P.S. It's also been announced that they're going to headline the Governors Ball in June.
OutKast featuring Killer Mike - “The Whole World”
I'm not going to gush about Thee Oh Sees. I've done that many times, probably more than I should. But that's neither here nor there. After the band claimed that they're going on hiatus, singer John Dwyer has announced that he's releasing a solo LP under the name Damaged Bug, titled Hubba Bubba. And he's shared a track (“Eggs at Night”) off said album, which hits stores on Feb. 25. Mark them calendars.
This one has been a long time comin'. Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings are set to release their latest LP (Give The People What They Want) on Jan. 14. But for those of you impatient hecklers, you can head over to NPR to stream it in is entirety. And if you want a great visual to an old-school kicker, you can watch the video for the track “Stranger To My Happiness” below.
I love Cee Lo Green. Love him. While I'm not too knowing of his work with Goodie Mob, I've always been a fan of Gnarls Barkley and his solo work (though “Fuck You” did get old after about two listens). Maybe it was Gwyneth Paltrow that ruined it. Either way … Green just did an interview where he talked about what 2014 has in store for him: a reality show, a new solo album (Girl Power), work with Goodie Mob and a possible Gnarls reunion. You can read more atRolling Stone.
I mentioned a couple weeks back that St. Vincent would be releasing a self-titled album on Feb. 25. Now St. Vincent has shared another track from said album, titled “Digital Witness,” and digital it is … but with a disco-rock sound to it as well. If this track is anything to go by, I like St. Vincent's direction (and the gray hair isn't bad at all).
St. Vincent - “Digital Witness”
Just in case you wanted to see two legendary musical acts (The Byrds and Bob Dylan) perform a legendary number (“Mr. Tambourine Man”) in 1990, while providing a tribute to another legendary musician (Roy Orbison) who had died a month before due to a heart attack … (God rest his soul).
Lauri Sagle is an instructor of English at the University of Hawai’i and the recipient of the Chancellor’s Award for Teaching Excellence. She is a core contributor to the English department and an integral member of the women’s studies department. She left the Alibi on December 28, 1994.
The early days of The Alibi, then known as NuCity (before a Chicago publication with a phonetically identical name threatened to rip out all of our editorial teeth), were the types of days that every flash-of-genius writer chortles over when he's being interviewed by Oprah about his sizzling debut novel, or every tech guru recalls as she laughingly characterizes her time spent paying her dues before the Big Brilliant Idea that Changed Technology ForEver. They were days of subsisting on Fred's bagels (since we mostly got paid in "bagel bucks" instead of cash); working (sometimes even crashing) in a hot office box with Department of Health condemnable carpet; and simply assuming, with the nearly impervious certainty of youth, that everything would get better, and that we'd have fun in the meantime.
But since I was a bit older (a UNM grad student) than the whippersnappers (freshly minted University of Wisconsin alumni who'd graduated at age 14 after starting the now-famous Onion and who then bounded over to Albuquerque to launch NuCity), maybe my perviousness was perviouser because a couple of symbolic events shook my sense of admittedly weak professionalism.
One came in the form of the "serious" debut of our politics issue. We'd worked hard on the format and content: local pols running for office had been profiled; corresponding election season events had been catalogued; illustrations had been applied to cleverly embellish the stories. I, as the Managing Editor/Editor, along with our Copy Editor at the time, had the last look through before giving the final approval. Perfect! So proud! So political! So grown up! Too bad about the blaring, mega-point headline that spelled the word "candidate" wrong, as we saw the next day before the issue inexorably hit the stands–a classic minor-major detail. The other folks at the paper who were psychologically healthier than I was just laughed it off, smoked a cigarette, and began laying out the next issue.
The second event actually came before the first one chronologically, but it had bigger ramifications at the time. We were applying for membership in AAN, the Association of Alternative Newsweeklies, and a group of us (Chris Johnson, Dan Scott, Landry? Dabney? O'Leary? Jonesy? Petersen?) had flown over to California with our precious offering–an issue that featured a solid, well-researched story by the inimitable Tim McGivern, illustrated by the swashbuckling Jason Waskey. We actually had to appear before a panel of AAN judges in an American Idol meets the North Korean Ministry of People's Security moment. And we were eviscerated. Bomblets like "juvenile" and "unprofessional" and "unworthy" were tossed about casually by people who were supposed to be cool! They had the word "alternative" in their dang title! Where was the encouragement, the pub invitation, the tender promise of mentorship? AAN was important since, through membership, we could use their big stories in our paper and they could pick up and circulate ours as well. It was the only time, to date, that a professional setback made me cry. One journalist in the judging group did attempt to defend us and spoke to us afterward as well. He was the lone African American on the panel and commended the diversity of our coverage. Chris and Dan lobbed a few choice expletives, laughed, said we'd be fine, and smoked some cigarettes.
They were right. We eventually did make it into AAN, now operating under the expanded 21st identity of Association of Alternative Newsmedia. "Canidates," both in title and in practice, are long forgotten. (Although we did once have an interesting conversation with at-the-time New Mexico Governor Gary Johnson, which presaged his perpetual libertarian presence on the national ticket ... but that's another story.) So while most of us, past and present, may not be Oprah dazzlers or tech zillionistas, we probably have better carpet now, and the Alibi still laughs, spits out an expletive here and there, maybe smokes a cigarette when the spouse isn't looking, and publishes onward.
In this week’s opinion slot, Andrew Beale recounts his trip to the City of Wind to film and participate in the protests against NATO. He argues that biased mainstream media accounts are part of why more people get their news from Internet sources and from shaky cell phone videos posted to YouTube. Online, Beale’s piece “Don’t Believe the Hype” includes video footage he shot at the demonstration.
The image of veterans flinging their medals in the direction of McCormick Place, where the summit was held, provided an incredibly strong statement that our columnist will never forget. As powerful as that was, the act was far overshadowed by the violence immediately afterward, he writes.