Friday, May 25, 2007

Let Me Tell You A Secret

This weekend, while I'm fighting traffic in order to get to San Diego and recovered my second car casualty within the space of a year, there will be super top secret fun to be had in Los Angeles. Especially if you're into rock and roll.

Topanga Days! Check out what the yippies and their kids do in the gorgeous firetrap that is Topanga Canyon. The Topanga County Fair runs from May 26-28, 11-6pm at the Topanga Community House located at 1440 North Topanga Canyon Blvd.. There's a bunch of cool music, like Carina Round, the Young Dubliners, John Doe, Spindrift, and Chevy Metal. Chevy Metal, you say? What the hell?

Well, that's the pseudonym for THE FOO FIGHTERS. They don't usually play Foo Fighters stuff, though - they switch it up and Dave gets back on the drums and hell breaks loose. Good times!

Also, on Sunday the 27th, Perry Farrell will be doing his record release party at the Little Radio Electric Vehicles Warehouse in Venice. It's secret, so crash it if you can! That's located at 602 Venice Blvd in Venice. Hot rumor on that one is that, um, he'll be performing a bit as well...

So enjoy your holiday weekend!

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Up, Up and Away

This evening on Little Radio... tune in as I somehow got lucky enough to score an interview with the kind and lovely GREAT NORTHERN!


Eenie Meenie Records breakout stars have just released a beautiful new album of billowy dream pop... a record I think you're going to be hearing a hell of a lot of all summer long. They'll be in the studio at 8pm sharp, which means we're gonna start on time this week!

TONIGHT!
The Mo Show
LittleRadio.com
8-10pm PST Thursdays (11EST, 5am Friday in Berlin and 3pm Friday in Sydney!)

And we'll have the podcast available for you later if you miss the live action...

Check ya then!


Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Debaser

Warning: drunk post ahead. If I was really trying to be silly, I'd skip the spell check on this one.

Today my friend Scott posted a Pixies bootleg from 1989 on his blog. I'd recommend you all try to download it while you can... It's a bootleg from 1989, Vienna. Soundboard quality. Go here.
It'll only be there a little while...

I don't know why the Pixies captivated me the way they have. Many, many years ago, the BFF called me and said: "Go buy this record. "Come On Pilgrim." It's got a picture of a guy with a hairy back on the cover." I bought it. (I just trust myBFF that much.) And what I heard woke up something primitive and wild in me.... something that caused me to follow this band around
the state of California, and even go to a show after I'd had my foot broken the previous night in a Pixies moshpit.

To this day, I still can't explain it. When the Pixies first reunited and played the Glasshouse in Pomona the night before theirCoachella gig, I stood in front, shouting: "Thank you, thank you..." Is that not the dorkiest thing ever? Well, that's what happened. Even the next day, in front of
50,000 people, I was still testifyin'.

This is the band that inspired TV On The Radio to bust out "Mr. Grieves" in full on Planet Mars audio barbershop quartet. That got Kristin Hersh to do the Wave of Mutilation. That had thousands of college kids, outside of Boston, even, learning Spanish... That had the 7th guy I'd ever slept with too say, "Then God is 7." Dorky, yes, but not in my world. And it sorta matched his initials anyway. Sorta.

I had Pixies friends. People I went to the shows with, people who looked out for me in the pit... and vice versa. I'm still friends with them. The very first show my baby brother ever saw was with me, and it was in October 1989,at the UCSD Price Center,and it was the Pixies, with Bob Mould opening. I remember noticing my little brother was gone...Oh, wait... he's crowdsurfing...

I went to school at UC Berkeley and used to make fun of Deadheads. Then I realized I kind of was one - except for a different band. I followed this band up and down the state. And I can't exactly tell you why. When the Pixies reunited, I went to every Bay Area and LA show. Two shows in one night? I went to both. All. Whatever.

Stuck here out of gas...out here on the Gaza strip... from driving too fast...

Friday, May 18, 2007

All Right Now

Last night on Little Radio, I had another special guest! This one was the lovely and talented Raquel, who I couldn't coerce to do more talking on the mic but who went song for song with me on the tunes. We had a wonderful time - and I hope you did too. I mean, you should have - who doesn't like a little girl-on-girl action?

Little Radio Playlist
5/18/2007

Sporting Life - Actionslacks
Sporting Life - The Sea & Cake
One Plus One - Grant McLennan
Pelican Narrows - Caribou
Dead - Komeda
Someone Great - LCD Soundsystem
Allergic - Ken Andrews
Heartbeats - The Knife
Going Nowhere - Cut Copy
Double Vision - The Ponys
The Model - Big Black
No Wow - The Kills
Red Right Hand - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Ain't Got No Home - Clarence Frogman Henry
Because I Do - X
Words - Missing Persons
Tu Veux Ou Tu Veux Pas - Brigette Bardot
Bottle Rocket - Go Team
Make Me Yours - Phyllis Dillon
How Do I Let A Good Man Down - Sharon Jones
Mercy Mercy Mercy - Marlena Shaw
Supa Dynamite - Asamov
Ring Finger - RJD2
Lying - Martina Topley Bird
The Lady Loves Me - Elvis Presley & Ann-Margaret
Repeater - Helio Sequence
She Bangs the Drums - The Stone Roses
The Hard Light - Mere Mortals
Faust 72 - Dynastie Crisis
All Right Now - Free
Smiling Faces Sometimes - The Undisputed truth
But It's Alright - JJ Jackson
Sad Sad Song - M. Ward

Wanna hear the song? it's available online here! Download it and let us know what you think!

And remember, I'm on Little Radio.com every Thursday at 8pm PST. It's a blast. Join in!

Thursday, May 17, 2007

It's Not Over Yet...

Okay everybody...

Our actions may not have swayed the Copyright Royalty Board, but it did do something!

The US House of Representatives has introduced H.R. 2060, The Internet Radio Equality Act, to invalidate the Copyright Royalty Board's devastating decision and set Internet radio royalty rates equal to the reasonable rate that satellite radio pays. Please call your House Representative and urge them to sign on as a cosponsor of this important bill!

As many of you have heard, the US Copyright Royalty Board recently set new royalty rates that all webcasters must pay for the music they play. The rates as adopted are triple the current rates (even more for some webcasters) and will likely mean the long-term extinction of most Internet radio. While the royalty ruling will be appealed over the coming months, the immediate killer is that the new rates go into effect on July 15th and are retroactive to January 2006. Some webcasters are facing royalty bills that will immediately bankrupt them.

The Copyright Royalty Board quickly and casually dismissed the webcasters' request for a rehearing on April 16th, and at this point, the only thing that is going to stop a large swath of webcasters from going silent on July 15th is Congressional action.

Please visit :SaveNetRadio.org

Learn more about the situation, contact your Congressional representatives, sign the petition and find out what you can do to help save Internet radio.

Drop your Congressional Rep a line so that they support this bill, or we're toast.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Unpretty

I hate Fergie.

I was never really a fan of the Black Eyed Peas, but I also didn't hate them. I really didn't care one way or another. They were just another Top 40 band that didn't need my help and so I didn't think about them.

But in August of 2005, Fergie peed.

At the San Diego Street Scene, an event that actually used to take place in the street, the Black Eyed Peas were one of the headlining acts. Not only did they hit the stage an hour late, causing the real headliners - The White Stripes - to go on way after scheduled, they were bombed. So bombed that at one point Fergie wandered into a corner and pissed her pants. Then kept performing, piss stain and all.

After the fact, their publicists tried to say it was sweat. Vag sweat? Ass sweat? If that was true, that might actually be more nasty than pissing yourself. Maybe. Then Fergie tried saying that since the band was late, those mean ole concert promoters wouldn't let her even use the ladies room before she hit the stage. So instead, she hit the stage. And pissed on it. Well, that showed them!

At that moment, I realized: I hate Fergie.

Well, she's disgusting pig. A double bagger, as a friend put it. A decent rack and good abs doesn't make up for it. She's known for her "lady lumps?" Is it me, or is that term incredibly non-sexy?

Here are the facts: she can't sing, she doesn't create her own music, she's hideous, and she pisses in public.

Now hand over your babysitting money!

I look forward to the day she goes away. In the meantime, maybe I'll just indulge in that scene in Poisedon where she gets killed by the ocean, finally smashing though the windows of the upturned luxury liner. As my friend Kevs put it, "Any movie that kills Fergie can't be all bad."

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

And now, I'm going to tell you how old I am.

This year, I've been invited to my 20th high school reunion. I wasn't actually invited to my 10th because "they" couldn't find me. "They" were obviously pretty stupid, because my father is a science teacher at the high school I went to, and HE STILL TEACHES THERE. Never mind. I found out about it, and I went.

The reason I went, really, was because of a girl named Tawny Schultz (and I'm sure I've spelled her name wrong). I saw her in a Weight Watchers commercial, and thought, "Tawny! She was so cool. I'd love to see her and find out what the hell she's been up to!" I have a small posse of good friends from high school to this day, and high school wasn't a bad experience for me, so I figured... what the hell. I told the posse about Tawny, and they reacted the same way I did. "Let's go see Tawny!"

We all went together, as we do. One member of the posse, Doug, is also my closest friend in the entire world, but was my boyfriend all through high school. Needless to say, when we walked in together, jaws dropped. Everyone assumed we had gotten married, but -ick! - no way! We had to clear that up real fast in case Doug wanted to hit on any divorcees in the room.

We had fun, but I felt like I had almost nothing in common with anyone in that room. I was working in radio and happily unmarried and living in the Bay Area. They were married, divorced, parents, 9-5. They thought I was really living the life, and I think I was. Am. But everyone was happy and slightly drunk (and very stoned later on... Hey, it's a San Diego beach town - that's what we do!) and it was, genuinely, quite nice to see everyone.

And we did see Tawny Schultz.

And now the 20th reunion is creeping up... And I'm going. I think. I'm trying to convince Doug to go because my Dad has said he would back us up on any lies we may want to tell this time. Like married with 7 kids and a house on each continent or something like that. My Dad works with some of my former classmates and sees the ones who stayed in town at the supermarket or the beach and stuff. That alone could make it a blast.

We'll see. The posse is mostly on board. And we look great for our age. That's what really counts, right?

Friday, May 11, 2007

Faith To Arise

Last night on Little Radio, I was lucky enough to interview a couple of the guys from the LA band EVEREST, and they were as nice as could be. We talked about music, their music, and they picked some other people's music to play as well. They even got me a little drunk afterwards.

The podcast should be available here anytime now...

Little Radio Playlist: 5/10/07

We All Belong - Dr. Dog
What Can I Do For You - Illinois
Black Mountain - Isobell Campbell & Mark Lanegan
Golden Brown - The Stranglers
Who's Gonna Mow Your Grass - Buck Owens
Let Her Dance - The Bobby Fuller Four
Strawberry Letter 23 - The Brothers Johnson
Watch That Man - David Bowie
Bea - Throwing Muses
Headsfull - Amy Millan
Evening On the Ground - Iron & Wine
(interview with Everest)
Into Your Soft Heart - Everest
You Burn Bright - Everest
It's Only In Your Mind - Everest
The Last Resort - The Eagles
Cut the Leash - Chairlift
Faith to Arise - Terry Reid
Roll On the Rusted Days - Howlin Rain
The Day I Turned to Glass - Honeycut
Launderette - Vivien Goldman
Goin' To A Go Go - Smokey Robinson & the Miracles
Love Me Like You - The Magic Numbers
The Middle - Great Northern
Wedding Bell Blues - Laura Nyro
Just A Little Lovin' - Dusty Springfield
You Got the Love - Rufus with Chaka Khan
Substitute - The Who

Till next time...

Thursday, May 10, 2007

A Different Light

Kristin Hersh played a show last night with a band, including strings. It was only when we got there that my friend Kevs said to me, "I've never seen her play her solo stuff with a band before."

Then I thought, "Oh yea... this should be good." And it was.

The show was at the El Rey, which was a little on the big side for the evening but still contained a nice crowd of enthused fans. Some overly enthused - obviously, they'd never made it to a KH show and they were STOKED! Personally, I think it's great when someone is that thrilled to be at a show, especially when it's in such a jaded town as LA.

The tunes were mainly from her latest, Learn to Sing Like A Star, and I was happy to hear my favorite from that CD ("Wild Vanilla") right off the bat. The band sounded strong and dreamy... rather, somewhat nightmarish at times. There is a brooding and intensity to her music which was brought out in a completely new way with the full band... and strings. The strings were pretty spectacular, especially on "Sundrops" which was nothing but cello and guitar and vocals. Perfect.

Anyone missing the Throwing Muses would appreciate this particular tour - along with anyone who just wants to see Kristin Hersh rock out without blasting them through the walls like her 50 Foot Wave project is known to do from time to time. So if you haven't already missed this tour, check the website and see if you can still catch it - cuz you should.
(This pic was actually taken elsewhere, but you get the idea.)

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Ain't No Mountain High Enough

This week on Little Radio, I'll have special guests. I know! Crazy!

The fellas from EVEREST will be spending a little time with me, talking about themselves and their earthy indie. Their bio says they are "are on the druggier, sleepier side of the latest indie-country wave, but their songwriting is way stronger and (gasp!) actually unique, and they play with about two busloads more feel, coherence, and dynamics than anybody else." And I think that's pretty accurate.

Everest consists of some people you may have heard of:

Pictured here from left to right (sorta): Davey Latter (earlimart, Great Northern), Joel Graves (earlimart, Wild Gift), Russ Pollard (Folk Implosion, alaska!), J. Soda (Everest Recorders) and Rob Douglas.

They'll be releasing an EP soon which was recorded at New Monkey Studios (Elliott Smith's place) with producer Mike Terry (Foo Fighters, The Eagles!), and they'll be playing at the Hotel Cafe on Sunday, May 13th.

Tune in and check out how swell they are, at about 8:30pm on Thursday, May 10th. LittleRadio.com. It'll totally rule. And I'll ask them if they named themselves after that mountain.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Burn Hollywood, Burn...

Haven't I used this title for a post recently? Maybe, but that's because for the third time in as many months, the Hollywood Hills have gone up in flames.

There was a little one that only residents noticed, and there was a bigger one that the world noticed, because when fire rages behind the iconic Hollywood sign, folks think the end of the world is near. Why? Because that's what they've seen in the movies. You know Los Angeles has been destroyed if the Hollywood sign goes down.

Tonight is a rager behind the Griffith Observatory, a much more beautiful symbol of LA. And it's been in the movies too! (That's where James Dean gets into trouble in Rebel Without A Cause, ditto for the crime fighting gals in Charlie's Angels.) The fire started this afternoon. I was having a leisurely sick day up by my friend's pool under the Hollywood sign, enjoying the 90 degree heat and slight Santa Ana winds, when we saw the smoke rise. Raquel sent me a photo from her place down the street:

As the day went on, the smoke came and went, and helicopters zoomed over us on their way to refill their water buckets at the Lake Hollywood reservoir. Finally it seemed to be going away and the reports said it was contained... until it leaped over the ridge and started creeping towards the Observatory. Then all the rich people in Los Feliz were evacuated to Marshall High in Silverlake (which is the high school they used in Grease. Really, how many movies can I reference today?)

This is how it looks from my living room window:

Already our place is getting all ashy. Animals at the zoo have gone indoors, but there are still no structures in the fire line. About 600 acres of Griffith Park have burned. Now helicopters (a regular occurrence in LA anyway - hey, did you see Short Cuts? It's true!) are zooming past our windows to collect water from the Silverlake reservoir (that's our "silver lake," people. Raymond Chandler calls it "Grey lake" in The Big Sleep.)

And the best part about it is... It looks like arson. Gotta love it when that happens. Especially when we still have at least 6 more months of scorching hot and dry weather, in a year where LA has seen about 4 inches of rain. Not the time of year to chuck your cigarette butt aimlessly.

Friday, May 04, 2007

Nasty Girl

Last night, Jimmy pointed out to me that I said both "pussy" and "rat bastard" during the course of my show.

One of those times, I was referring to my cat.

Here's the set - it was a funk and soul revue last night, and my ass has been thoroughly shook, baby! As I was exceptionally tired last night, there are WAY more technical flubs than usual, but it;s all about the music right? Yea, sorry about that...

Little Radio Playlist
5/3/07

If There's A Hell Below We're All Going to Go - Curtis Mayfield
Anti Love Song - Betty Davis
Mo Jo Hanna - Tami Lynn
Every Man Oughta Have A Woman - William Bell
Hurts So Good - Millie Jackson
Sookie Sookie - Don Covay & the Jefferson Lemon Blues Band
I'm A Man - Steve Winwood
Hang on In There - The Stovall Sisters
One Monkey Don't Stop no Show - Honey Cone
How Long Do I Have To Wait For You - Sharon Jones
Natural Man - Lou Rawls
Mr. Kicks - Oscar Brown Jr.
Rock Creek Park - Black Byrds
Chained & Bound - Otis Redding
Be For Real - Marlena Shaw
Margarita - Sleepy Brown w/ Pharrell & Big Boi
Foxy Girls in Oakland - Rodger Collins
The Chopper - Ike & Tina Turner
Let Me Down Easy - Betty LaVette
You Ain't the Only Man (God Created) - Jeanie Reynolds
Feelin' Alright - LuLu
Things Got to Get Better - Lyn Collins
I'm A Good Woman - Cold Blood
Inner City Blues (Makes Me Wanna Holler) - Marvin Gaye
Hard Times - Baby Huey & the Babysitters
Carry On - Jean Knight
What's on Your Mind - Rasputin's Stash
I Changed My Mind - Quannum feat. Lyrics Born and the Poets of Rhythm
Are You My Woman - The Chi-Lites
Sally Go 'Round the Roses - The Jaynettes
I Hear A Symphony - The Supremes
Why (Am I Treated So Bad) - The Sweet Inspirations
Everybody Is A Star - Sly & the Family Stone
I'll Be Around - The Spinners

Remember, you can download shows here. Thanks!

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Cuz I'm A Punkrocker

No I ain't.

But I've been to plenty of shows with very active mosh pits. And shows that deserved it too... X and Oingo Boingo (in the 80's, fool!); I was even knocked out at a Fishbone show. Don't challenge me in a Mudhoney pit. And I proudly wear my greenstick foot fracture from a Pixies show on my sleeve, er, foot, er... you know.

But people nowawdays will mosh/slam/stagedive to anything. Which means I guess I shouldn't be surprised by the fact that I was nearly taken out at a Teddybears show.

While the punkers of eras past were at the Patty Smith show across town, I was invited to the El Rey to see Honeycut open for The Teddybears. My friend Bart Davenport is the singer for this Bay Area band, which is comprised of SF superstars and well regarded musicians around the globe. These boys got together to play as a lark, but wound up becoming one of Quannum Records most successful acts and indie groove darlings on their own. Their debut (because I hope there will be a second release), The Day I Turned to Glass, is a trippy collection of soul psychedelia with an electronic beat and a big fuzzy heart and left leaning politics to go along with it.

They had just come from a sold out gig in SF at the Fillmore opening for Jarvis Cocker, who Bart said was "a class act. He even let me fix his hair before he went onstage!" But here they were, playing in oh-so-unwelcoming LA, and getting a $20 bill shoved at them by a happy audience member (he we later found out was the guitar player for the Teddybears.) But the crowd somewhat willingly danced along, and the boys sounded awesome.

Of course, they were the opening act. The place was soon packed with fanatical Teddybears fans, a Swedish act (with at least one member of the Ceasars in the group) which does that rock and roll electronica that Fat Boy Slim made so popular. Guest vocals and stuff. Guitars, keyboards, drums, bass. A real band, now that I point it out. Except for the drummers (there are 2), the Teddybears wear suits and giant bear heads on stage. "I put on one of those heads backstage," Bart told us. "I don't know how they can play - you can't see a fucking thing!" Well, I suppose if you practice enough...

The show was fun. The music was fun. The bear heads were mildly unsettling. The videos in the background were all clips from famous cult films (The Warriors, Spinal Tap, Clockwork Orange, Scarface, etc...) where the main characters in the scene had their heads digitally replaced with the Teddybear heads. That was kinda cool.

Now either the El Rey has the weakest stage security ever, or the Teddybears have the cleverest drunken fans ever, because people just kept getting up on stage. Usually, a security guy would escort them off, and then you'd see them back up a little while later. Everyone was rowdy and dancing. Then, a guy decided to stagedive. Because the Teddybears have a song called "Punkrocker" which features Iggy Pop, maybe? They weren't doing that song at the time, but maybe just the idea of it? I know I feel compelled to stagedive at dance music shows. Right.

Anyway, he takes his flying leap, right towards me & Raquel & Bart. Since the crowd doesn't really know what to do in this situation (and the guy was diving at a bunch of girls, and, well, Bart's on the small side) the seas parted and the guy hit the floor. Not before he kicked Raquel in the chest, punched Bart in the balls, and knocked me to the floor on top of a collection of bottles and glasses. Then he was gone. Thankfully my lip didn't get too swollen from the hit, and Raquel got some ice for the welt on her chest, and Bart could feel his nuts again by the end of the night (which was a bonus since he met a hot Brazilian girl).

But really - at the Teddybears show? I wonder how that guy would have reacted if he'd been dropped into a Germs pit circa 1978...

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

You Better Listen (to the Radio!)

MO!! ON LITTLE RADIO!
Thursdays
8-10pm PST, 11pm EST, 5am Friday in Berlin, and 3pm Friday in Sydney...

TONIGHT: the funk and soul revue. Git down wit yo' bad self! 3 hours of shakin', wailin' and groovin'... Na na na - gonna have a good time!

Some of my shows (including the last one) are now archived on the Little Radio site so y'all can listen anytime...

Check 'em out here.

Try out some of the other shows too - they're way cool!

Thank you, and SAVE INTERNET RADIO! The House of Representative has introduced a bill that will nullify what the Copyright Royalty Board is trying to do - but YOU need to tell your rep to support it. It's not over yet! Go here to help.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Keep On Runnin'

Please...

CALL YOUR CONGRESSPERSON NOW TO ASK THEM TO CO-SPONSOR H.R. 2060, THE INTERNET RADIO EQUALITY ACT.

There is a bill just introduced in Congress that will save Internet radio from the devastating royalty fee increases that will put thousands of Internet webcasters out of business on May 15th. Please call your Representative in Congress as soon as possible and urge them to co-sponsor H.R. 2060, the Internet Radio Equality Act.

We aren't out of danger yet... go here to get in touch with your rep.

Thank you!!!

Monday, April 30, 2007

Puerto Rican Top 40


A couple Fridays ago me & my pal Raquel went and saw Ricky Martin.

Or shall I say, RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRicky Martin! (Make sure you roll those R's.)

Raquel & I Heart Ricky. This was actually our second time seeing the bon-bon shakin' singer; the first time was 9 years ago on the 'Vida Loca" tour. We had 13th row floor seats.

This time, we were stageside. My roommate used to work for the concert promoter and got us last minute tickets which allowed us to have that particular view. It was amazing. Not only could we see up Ricky's right nostril, but we could look around the entirety of the jam-packed Staples center and witness weeping women, dancing gays, and lots of Puerto Rican flags.

The BFF used to always get annoyed with Ricky because "he is a fat gay man trapped in a think straight man's body." Well, Ricky's bulked up a bit since then, so maybe he's on his way to discovery? Ricky also was a bit of a hippie, prone to rambling between songs about things like the beauty of the earth and the special wonder of children and his gratitude towards all things on the planet and stuff. Hmmm... the last time we saw him, he was more concerned with keeping his balance while dancing on top of a Ford Mustang.

Not to say that the stage spectacular was not in evidence here. The backing of the stage area was ripped off from the Chicago jailhouse scenes - fire escape-ish bridges and ladders ready made for dancing on the ceiling. Drop out in the floor made for quick appearances and disappearances of the dancers. There were a couple costumes changes, audience flirtation, and a glorious moment when all the dancers emerged only to run around the stage with lit flares puffing massives amounts of pink smoke. Yes, PINK smoke.

Oh yea, the music. Well, I've never been crazy into pop, but I do love the Latin stuff, so Ricky gets away with it in my book. But really, when he gets all Puerto Rican and brings in the crazy percussion and sings in Spanish (which he did most of the night), it's quite good. I'm not kidding. There's a reason why Ricky Martin launched Latin pop on the world when he performed 'La Copa De La Vida" at the Grammy's so many years ago... Because he is truly vivacious, charismatic, fun, and has an awesome voice.

He is, however, kind of a lousy dancer. The first time around, we noticed that he shook his ass alot and let his dancers run around him, creating the illusion that he could dance. This time, he incorporated some capoeria moves, but still pretty weak on the dancing front. Still loads of ass-shaking.

Well, as my mom says, if you want singing AND dancing, try Chayanne. Now HE can dance!

Friday, April 27, 2007

Hallelujah, I Love Them So!

Sooooooo, guess what the House of Representatives went and did yesterday? From broadcastlaw blog:

The Internet Radio Fairness Act was introduced in the House of Representatives today, proposing several actions - most significantly the nullification of the decision of the Copyright Royalty Board raising royalty rates for the use of sound recordings by Internet radio stations.

See what a little petition signing and letter writing can do?

So, along with that news, Little Radio will NOT be going off the air anytime soon. Yay!!!

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Shake Your Bon Bon

Little Radio went vinyl only tonight... unless you had a laptop to plug in, which I don't. I'm old school (or a total Luddite, whatever). So since my vinyl collection kinda stops around 1988, it's alot of classic rock and new wave. But somehow the show didn't turn completely into that...

Little Radio Playlist
4/27/07

Starfish & Coffee - Prince
Jesus Is Just Alright - Doobie Brothers
Union Street - Thelonious Monster
Left of the Dial - The Replacements
Going Down to Liverpool - The Bangles
Stone in Love - Journey
Just Another High - Roxy Music
Gentlemen Take Polaroids - Japan
Lady Don't Tek No - Latyrx
It Ain't What You Do - Fun Boy Three w/ Bananarama
Me & My Miniskirt - Minnie & the Kneebones
Keep On Running - Spencer Davis Group
Life From A Window - The Jam
Pony Express - The Pioneers
The Mixed Up Cup - Mark Holder
Pull Up To The Bumper - Grace Jones
D'yer Maker - Led Zepplin
Janie Jones - The Clash
I've Just Seen a Face - The Beatles
1969 - Iggy & the Stooges
Crystalator - Dimmer
Moonlight - Congo Norvelle
Alone Again or - The Damned
The Real Sheila - Game Theory
I Woke Up In Love This Morning - The Partridge Family
Twist & Crawl - The English Beat
Too Much Pressure - The Selecter
Found Someone of My Own - Horace Andy
California Soul - Marlena Shaw
Do It Again - Steely Dan
Fool's Gold - Stone Roses
Make Me Smile - Duran Duran

To download podcasts and stuff, check out the website. We've got pictures now! Yikes!

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

No Pussy Blues

Talk about the pampered pooch:


Well, they make sweaters for dogs too...

Friday, April 20, 2007

Tell Me What'd I Say...

So here's what went down last night (and if you missed it, check out
the podcast here):

Little Radio Playlist for April 19, 2007

I Don't Like Mondays - The Boomtown Rats
God Is A Bullet - Concrete Blonde
McGee & University - Actionslacks
Get It On - Grinderman
I'm Not Invisible - Rocket From the Crypt
Stronger Than Dirt - The Mummies
(I'm Not Your) Stepping Stone - The Monkees
You Can't Hurry Love - The Concretes
Ballad of the Lonely Argonaut - Beulah
Spy's Spice (Mon Espionne) - United Future Organization
Suavecito - Malo
I Wanna See Your Face Again - Uni & Her Ukelele
Wouldn't It Be Nice - The Beach Boys
Moth In A Cloud of Smoke - All Smiles
Say - Cat Power
Nowhere - Paula Frazier & Tarnation
Carey - Joni Mitchell
Son of a Gun - The La's
Black Wave / Bad Vibrations - Arcade Fire
Breathless - X
Wild Wild young Men - Ruth Brown
Baby How Long - Howlin' Wolf
Bold Soul Sister - Ike & Tina Turner
Hard Times - Baby Huey & the Baby Sitters
We Gathered in Spring - Midlake
Born in the 70's - Fruit Bats
Halah - Mazzy Star
Ghost Songs - Tim Rogers & the Temperance Union
I Go to the Bard Because I Like The - Band of Horses
She's In Parties - Bauhaus
India - Psychedelic Furs
Gravity's Rainbow - Klaxons
Tender Years - Eddie & the Cruisers / John Cafferty & the Beaver Brown Band

That's all folks... Eddie lives!

Thursday, April 19, 2007

On the Speakers

Have you tried to SAVE INTERNET RADIO yet? Please do... the final nails are quietly being hammered into the coffin, and we need to stop it!

LITTLE RADIO TODAY...

Well, Scott Ford is going above and beyond the call of brotherly-in-law duty, and helping his lovely sister-in-law Gwen to get a date. I've never met her, but I've met her sis (the beloved of Scott) and she is such a wonderful person that I have no doubts about Gwen. So tune in to Scott's show today fom 1-4 PST, and play to win! Here are the rules:

1. You MUST live in Los Angeles or be prepared to fly in.
2. Be between the ages of 21 and 40.
3. Your submission MUST include a MySpace link.

Submissions are to be emailed to fordradio@gmail.com by April 28, please put 'contest' in the email title, and 3 lucky guys will get the chance to take Gwen out on a date with only one winning.

Oh, and did I mention she's a swimsuit model?


As for me...

MO!! ON LITTLE RADIO!

Yes, I'm doing my show too.

LITTLERADIO.COM
8-10pm PST, 11pm EST, 5am in Berlin and 3pm in Sydney.

Today I have all kinds of stuff to play you... Funk & soul and rock & roll & all that! You've seen the playlists here, so you should have an idea. And if you haven't listened yet, or can't make those times, check out our archives! Really! You can download the show to keep and do whatever you like with it. I'd recommend the listening thing. Check 'em out here.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Everybody Must Get Stoned!

So I read that the Rolling Stones are playing in Serbia and the usual drug haze that goes with those shows will be centered over the stables nearby...

BELGRADE - A plan to sedate more than 300 horses stabled at Belgrade's racecourse to keep them calm during a Rolling Stones concert there has enraged Serb animal lovers who are lobbying to have the gig moved to another venue.

The concert is expected to draw more than 100,000 people to the Hippodrome, Belgrade's largest fenced space. The horses will be only a few meters from the stage.


Actually, I think this sounds like a terrible thing to do to the horses. Why shoot them up with sedatives when the marijuana contact high will work just as well?

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

We're Not Gonna Take It!!

From broadcastlawblog.com:

The Copyright Royalty Board today denied the Motions for Rehearing of their decision raising the royalty rate for the use of sound recordings on Internet radio stations for 2006-2010. The Board found that the Rehearing requests did not demonstrate that there was any manifest error in the initial decision, and did not introduce any new evidence that could not have been introduced in the original hearings. Finding that these standards for rehearing were not met, the motions were all denied. The Board decision was brief, not addressing in any specifics the issues raised in the rehearing motions.

Oh, there's more, but you can read it on the site. We can still have our voices heard (as they haven't been yet!) and hopefully still have a chance of keeping internet radio in America alive. Because even if we get shut down in the US, we can still listen to other stations all over the freakin' world... but where would that leave our unsung heroes? If you couldn't listen to college, internet-only or non-commercial stations on the web, how would you hear music from Wilco, Interpol, Tom Waits, Aceyalone, Earlimart, Elliott Smith, Iron & Wine, the Twilight Singers, Bright Eyes, and so many other bands that never (or rarely) get commercial airplay? Yes yes, I know we lived without the internet before, and discovered music in our own ways, but this is another tool which should not be lost to us solely because of corporate greed.

So please, sign the petition and/or write your Congressperson today. I heard back from Barbara Boxer herself! (Or at least one of her assistants pretended to be her, which was cool.)

Monday, April 16, 2007

Born To Rock


There are just SO MANY things about this ad to love... My favorite thing about it is that they farmer-tanned air guitar wielding stud has the word "AIR" waxed/shaved into his chest hair. If only I had the skills to make this image larger so that you could see it... but trust me, it's damn sexy.

Ahem.

Friday, April 13, 2007

The Future is Now!

So guess what? I'm Podcasting!!!!

Well, kinda. Little Radio is now able to archive some shows, so if you missed it or have never had the chance to tune in, now you can download the podcast and check it out! Please test the cyberwaves - the water's fine.

Simply go the the Little Radio website and click on "Radio" in the sidebar menu to see a schedule of shows. When you click on The Mo Show, you'll see what podcasts are available. And test out the other kids too...

Soooooooo coooool! And all the more reason to SAVE INTERNET RADIO. Don't let it get priced out of existence in the United States. That's just stupid.

Okay, now for what I played last night:

Into Your Soft Heart - Everest
Whispering Pines - The Band
Lloyd, I'm Ready to Be Heartbroken - Camera Obscura
The View From the People Wall - Mahogany
Shine A Light - Wolf Parade
Ride the Rails - The Besnard Lakes
Let Her Dance - The Bobby Fuller Four
Wicked Annabella - The Kinks
Striped White Jets - Guided By Voices
Happiness Is A Warm Gun - The Breeders
Low Is A Height - Great Northern
Exodus Honey - Honeycut
Lover's Concierto - The Toys
Keep the Car Running - Arcade Fire
On the Dark Side - John Cafferty & the Beaver Brown Band (oh yes... we went there!)
He's A Mover - Nikki & the Corvettes
2 Hot 2 B Bothered - Rocket
This Is Your Last Chance To Be Famous, My Love - The Mint Chicks
Do You Dream in Colour - Bill Nelson
Confusion Boats - John Vanderslice
Stop! Stop! Stop! - Graham Gouldman
I Can't Stand It - Linda Jones
Open My Eyes - Nazz
She Moves In Her Own Way - The Kooks
Martha My Dear - The Beatles
You're A Wolf - Sea Wolf
Rocket Plane (Music On the Moon) - Komeda
Chatterton - Serge Gainsbourgh
7 Heures Du Matin - Jacqueline Taib
Telephone Operator - Pete Shelley
Do You Wanna Touch - Joan Jett
Go All the Way - Raspberries
Virginia Plain - Roxy Music
Smithers-Jones - The Jam
Headsfull - Amy Millan
Do It Well - Sugar & Gold

...till next time...

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Idol Worship

I realized over the weekend that my dad has a little crush... on Carrie Underwood. Isn't that cute?

I've been spending alot of weekends with my parents for the last couple of months because my mom's been quite ill and they could use the company. In fact, she's been hospitalized since January 23rd. It's a whole new culture over there, hanging with the nurses, other hospital regulars and watching lots and lots of basic cable. Thank God that San Diego basic cable includes TCM, because me & the folks can generally agree on old movies. We also watch alot of the Travel Channel and some Animal Planet. We mostly hate reality TV, but my parents love game shows or talent contests of any sort, especially on the Latin Channels.

I don't mind watching the Latin channels so much - it keeps me familiar with Spanish (although my Spanish speaking skills are dismal at best) and I kinda feel like I know what about half of the world is up to. Really. These shows are huge in Central and South America as well as a large contingent of the U.S. We watch alot of dance competitions, some dating shows, and "Vas O No Vas!" which is the Spanish version of "Deal or No Deal." I didn't understand the English version of that show, but somehow the Spanish version got through to me. My dad and I like to play "Find the Fake Tits!" while watching.

Last weekend brought about a discussion of American Idol, a show I've only watched once. It was the final episode of Season 1 - Kelly vs. Justin. I didn't watch the whole thing, just parts of it. My roommate was watching. It got very "Up With People" (these sunny Christian pop troupes that would tour around the country in the early 80's... Hey, I went to Catholic school. We knew about these things.) and that vibe creeped me out. Never watched it again.

But I did continue to be involved... I worked at a publishing company for a couple of years and would help the AI team get clearances for literally hundreds of songs every season. It was interesting. Songwriters would be stoaked to have their songs on the show - it always meant a spike in sales for them. Some songwriters specified when their songs could be performed: finalists only, no auditions, no William Hungs! (Really, can you blame them?) Some also specified that the original performer could not be imitated during the AI performance in any way.

The supervisors were always pretty savvy about what they picked for their contestants. The year of Carrie Underwood (Season 4, I think), the music supervisor knew she had a country singer on her hands. Since the show mainly does Top 40 pop, we fished out those songs with country leanings to show off Carrie's pipes in just the right way. Guess it worked!

I was discussing this with my dad and he said, "Well, that was the right thing to do. Carrie Underwood is very talented." Me: "Oh, you've heard her?" Dad: "Sure, they play her on the radio." "I thought you listened to NPR all day." "Well, sometimes I listen to other things."

Then my mom cut in. "He likes her." "How do you know?" "He watched the Country Music Awards this year because she was on it."

Busted!! "You did?" "Well, it seemed like she would probably do very well, and she did." "Yea, but when was the last time you remembered to tune into the Country Music Awards?" "It just happened to be on..."

Riiiiight...

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

The Dap Queen

Back in 2004, I worked at a music publishing company that had a very impressive roster of writers. An important duo happened to be in the office one afternoon for a visit, and I was ridiculously excited to meet them. Their names were Kenneth Gamble and Leon Huff, a pair of writers responsible for The Philadelphia Sound, which includes classic soul tracks like “Love Train,” “Don't Leave Me This Way,” and “For the Love of Money,” along with many, many others.

As I shook their hands and gushed about what wonderful music they had bestowed upon the world, Mr. Gamble looked at my t-shirt and said, “Sharon Jones?”

“Oh, I saw her last night," I said. "She's an amazing performer -- a soul singer.”

“Yes,” replied Mr. Huff. “I've heard of Miss Sharon Jones. I've heard she's good.”

In the fall of 2006, I got to tell Sharon Jones the story face to face. “Really? Gamble & Huff heard of me?" She said, clapping her hands at the love. "Well, that's something, ain't it?”

Sharon Jones is definitely something. For the last ten years, she has traveled the world with her backing band, the Dap-Kings, amassing an international following of funk-crazed fans eager to partake in her frenzied soul revues, as well as two critically acclaimed albums. And there doesn't seem to be any stopping the 50-year-old Augusta, Georgia native now.

Sharon Jones is a little woman with a big personality, who gestures, laughs and sings constantly during conversation. Her stories all connect back to singing, and she needs to sing a few lines of some song during conversation to help make a point. Hell, she winds up singing a few lines of something when she's telling jokes. The woman is always singing.

Jones remembers her first performance in a church Christmas pageant, dressed like an angel, complete with wings and halo. “I did ‘Silent Night,' so I guess I knew then. But it's not me, it's a gift,” she adds bluntly. “God has blessed me all these years, and he's continuing to bless me now.”

Her childhood was spent both in Brooklyn and Augusta , and she had plenty of opportunities in both neighborhoods. She spent time singing gospel in choirs, but also performed in local bands playing weddings. In New York, she even landed studio time as a back-up singer. And she got into the funky stuff early, listening to the Supremes and the Temptations, idolizing Patty Labelle and Aretha Franklin.

“My brother used to imitate James Brown all the time,” she laughs. “He'd do the slides and the splits and stuff like that. I was a little tomboy, so everything they tried to do, I'd say, ‘I can do it too!'”

Jones' blossoming showmanship got her band noticed in the early 80's, when they were asked to open for acts like Peaches & Herb and the Four Tops. The band, which included a couple of girls from her church, mainly performed covers of current hits like “Last Dance” or “Push Push (In the Bush).” She was doing studio work as well, but wanted to get a career of her own going. If only everyone else could get with it.

“They told me I was too dark skinned, too short, too fat...” she says. “And then they told me I was too old when I got into my twenties!”

She stopped performing for a while -- and even briefly worked as a prison guard -- until she was approached by a band leader who overheard her singing for friends at a picnic. He asked her to join his group, which played mostly covers at weddings and private events. She stayed with them for 18 years.

“At that time, women didn't really sing in wedding bands, and especially not black women,” says Jones. After some initial concern that the band might not get as many gigs with a black female singer as well as a white one, they decided just to let the talent shine… which it did. It wasn't very long before Sharon Jones was the featured singer, and the band constantly had work.

“We did lots of Whitney… LOTS of Whitney!” Jones adds.

It was towards the end of this period that she was noticed by the Soul Providers, now known as the Dap Kings. The band of young soulsters knew that Sharon 's voice would be a natural fit for their sound, and brought her in to record backup with Lee Fields (aka “Little J.B.”), a soul singer from the 70's who had achieved a cultish fame for his rowdy funk numbers. Her spirited accompaniment prompted the Dap-Kings to give her a couple of covers, including the classic Eddie Bo track, “Hook & Sling,” for a compilation, and it wasn't long until they were immediately picked up by funk DJs all over the country. The retro sound confused people, who had a hard time telling whether the comp was a collection of discovered oldies or new adopters going old-school.

More like a combination of both. Sharon Jones calls herself “the female James Brown,” but she definitely channels the spirit, energy, and natural soul that gets booties shakin'. Her performances are exhaustive events: She dances (shoes off and on, depending) constantly, brings men up onstage to sass them mercilessly, jokes at length between songs, brings enthusiastic audience members up to dance with her, interacts seamlessly with her band of finely dressed young men. Let's just say the show goes on. And on. And she loves it; it's evident in every note, hand-flip and hip-shake. And her audience vibes off her every move, all over the world.

She's currently at work on a follow-up to Naturally, and recently joined Lou Reed as a singer in his Berlin performances done in Sydney earlier this year. And while Jones and the Dap-Kings' catalogue so far mainly music consists of originals and funked-up covers songs like Janet Jackson's “What Have You Done For Me Lately” as well as gritty, mournful tributes, such as her revision of Woody Guthrie's folk classic, “This Land is Your Land. Meanwhile, the originals are classic soul updated for the new millennium. Jones and the Dap-Kings lay down “How Do You Let A Good Man Down” and “Got A Thing On My Mind” that harken back to the moving styles of Lynn Collins or Vicki Anderson, who were incredibly passed by in their time. But Miss Sharon Jones is here now, and she's making the most of it.

“Now that I'm 50, I'm still dark skinned and I'm still short. I think I'm pleasantly plump,” she says with a smirk. “And I'm glad I didn't let that stop me." She smiles. "I don't know how many years I'm gonna have, so I'll keep doing it as long as I can.”

(reprinted from Morphizm, where I drop in from time to time... Photo by Kelly Jo Garner -thanks!)

Friday, April 06, 2007

The Politicians Are Now DJs?

Many years ago, when streaming radio was just a sweet young thing, the big record companies realized they weren't making any money off of it. Commercial radio pays a royalty fee for each song that is played, non-commercial pays a small flat fee annually. So the government came up with this convoluted mess of a system to charge for internet radio - something like a sliding scale per song based on the number of hits the site got per hour. It was a fluctuating rate, just like it sounds. What got confusing for the non-coms (ranging from college and community stations to broadcasters in their living rooms) was that they didn't necessarily have those numbers - and they certainly didn't have the money.

To be safe, thousands of stations went dark. Small community stations turned off the streams, potentially losing tons of new donation revenue. Creative weirdos in Alaska playing rare rockabilly were silenced. Political commentary of all kinds ceased.

Then the government did what they had done in the world of terrestrial radio... The Flat Fee. All was well for the little guys.

Until March 1st of this year, when the US Copyright Office decided that they were right in the first place, and all internet radio needed to pay these royalty fees based on how many people were listening, regardless of if the station received any sort of income. And make it effective January 1st of 2006... LAST YEAR. To give you an idea of how this works, check out this figure from the "Save Our Internet Radio" website: Under this royalty structure, an Internet radio station with an average listenership of 1000 people would owe $134,000 in royalties during 2007 - plus $98,000 in back payments for 2006. In 2008 they would owe $171,000, and $220,000 in 2009.

Um, that's kinda bullshit.

Terrestrial radio has been struggling under the Mickey D's syndrome ever since Clinton passed the Deregulation Act of 1996, which allowed the Clear Channels of the world to gobble up stations and effectively stamp out individuality. There are struggling stations all over the country trying to make an impact, and many, many more online. Charging the non-commercial entities these kinds of fees would kill them, and the some of the very artists the US Copyright Act wants to help (ahem right) would not make it onto any real radio airwaves and get heard anyway.

You can do something... It was stopped once before, and hopefully we can stop it again. Go here to sign a petition, and then bombard your Congresspeople with emails.

To quote the Actionslacks tune "This Damn Nation:" and don't talk about the airwaves 'cause I can't hold back the tears, all the bands that could save your life - you will never hear...

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Little Radio Radio

Here's the playlist for Thursday, April 5th... if y'all were tuned in:

The MINT CHICKS edition (my new obsession):

Crazy? Yes. Dumb? No! - The Mint Chicks
Work For Love - Ministry
Same Old Scene - Roxy Music (Glimmers Mix)
Love Thyself - Macromantics
What Light - Wilco
Estuary Bed - The Triffids
Moth In A Cloud of Smoke - All Smiles
We All Belong - Dr. Dog
Ain't No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye & Tammy Terrell
Baby, It's You - Smith
Cuban Slide - The Pretenders
This Damn Nation - Actionslacks
Catholic Block - Sonic Youth
Real Friends - The Mint Chicks
Digital - Joy Division
Sof Core - Maurice & the Cliches
Walking City - Miho Hatori
XR2 - MIA
Don't Look & It Won't Hurt - Richmond Fontaine
Lloyd, I'm Ready to Be Heartbroken - Camera Obscura
The Day I Found Myself - Honey Cone
Poor Poor Pitiful Me - Linda Ronstadt
The Seeker - The Who
Tears - The Chameleons UK
Kaleidoscope - Ride
Maze of Love - Dave Clark Five
Peach Kelli Pop - Redd Kross
Ockham's Razor - The Mint Chicks
Let Our Love Be - Chris Joyner
Heavy Heart - You Am I
A New England - Billy Bragg
Holy Chord - Dappled Cities

I'm going absolutely nutty over the Mint Chicks right now. I kind of think that if Redd Kross had started today, they'd sound like this. It's got traces of Devo, Ministry, Joy Division, Dickies and other stuff I haven't quite figured out yet, and I love every minute of it. They're crazy New Zealand types, and the record is on Flying Nun. And the brothers who started the band are cute. Bonus!

Ay Chico (y Chicas!)

Let's talk about music. Like Top 40 music. Today's Top 40 music.

I don't care for it. I work in an industry that requires me to stay on top of what's charting, what the kids are buying, what people on TRL (that still exists, right?) are screaming about and shit... and then exploit that. I honestly make decisions based on artist's criminal records. It's retarded.

What I'm saying is that I'm dealing with "urban" music, mainly. Hip hop and R&B. Now, I don't have anything against hip hop and R&B. I think alot of it today is boring, but there are certainly moments... Most of it is crazy repetitive, though.

But I really, really love "hurban" stuff. Hurban? You haven't heard that phrase? It's "hispanic" + "urban..." Hurban, get it? It applies to all the Spanglish rap, reggaeton, and Latin pop these days.

I've always been a sucker for this stuff - it's in my blood. Really - Grandpa's from Spain and Mom's from Colombia. My mom listens to about 3 different Latin radio stations and has more CDs than I do, except that very few of them are in English. She's got all the Juanes, Carlos Vives, Mana, and she is solely responsible for me having the complete Shakira catalog (which I love - especially the unplugged album. It's muy bueno!).

Anyway, after I listen to a dose of Top 40 radio to refresh myself at work, I switch over to Latino 96.3. It's the hip hop and reggaeton station featuring DJs and callers who Spanglish all over the place, so my once Spanish fluent ears can make sense of what's going on more often than not. And I just love the tunes! Reggaeton is fucking fun. I'm sure it's just as repetitve as hip hop, singing about las chicas and el dinero y drugas and shit, but for some reason, it sounds more interesting to me. It's not the language difference, it's the music. They incorporate street sounds and instruments which make it more real for me... certain kinds of car horns, accordions, pounding drums and beats...

Right now, I Heart Pitbull. He's a Cuban dude singing about money, girls, and la migra. He's actually got quite a political bent, when he's not singing about partying. His parents raised him on Latin poets and he grew up listening to Luther Campbell's shit as well as G-funk styles, and wanted to freshen up the Miami bass sound.

I also really love Julieta Venegas. She currently does sweet sunny Latin pop, but it's more interesting than American pop. To me - I'm not sure why. She mixes in violin and cello and reggae rhythms and rock en espanol toughness... Oh, and accordion. I must like the accordion. It's kinda jazzy, though. Along with everything else.

So maybe it's just genetic, for me to appreciate hurban music more than urban. But it wasn't always this way... I just suspect that hurban is producing less crap at the moment. Maybe.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Friends of Mine

I got a message from my friend Kevin yesterday...

"Hey, I heard about your troubles with the law. I just wanted to suggest as a defense you might claim that it was involuntary. Tell the Judge it was a Reflex. if that doesn't work you may have to flee to Khanada and Save a Prayer that they don't find out about your Secret October."

My friends rule.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

I Stand Accused


Burglary at Home of Duran Duran Guitarist

Posted Apr 2nd 2007 10:09PM by TMZ Staff

TMZ has learned that the home of John Taylor, bass guitarist of the rock group Duran Duran, was burglarized Monday night.

According to police, Taylor's house was ransacked and several items were missing from the residence, including the rocker's personal safe.
Taylor and his family are currently in England. The break-in was discovered by the housekeeping staff.

Along with the LAPD, the Hillside Burglary Task Force, also responded to the call. The special task force was created after a string of burglaries were reported in the west end of Hollywood Hills last year.

Cops told TMZ, "At this point, the fingerprints and photos are being taken of the scene and it is an ongoing investigation."

Taylor was one of the founding members of Duran Duran, one of the most popular bands of the 1980s.

******

Okay, I have received this info via email from many, many of my friends, asking me if I have an alibi. My deep love (but not obsession) of Duran Duran, and John Taylor, is well documented. Basically, what happened is this:

Well, I was looking for cracks in the pavement when suddenly I had a view to a kill! The shadows were on my side thanks to a new moon on Monday, so I slipped into the wild boy's house and, since I don't believe in shame, grabbed the electric Barbarella (what a girl on film!) and ran to the shore to the chauffeur. We were waiting for the night boat anyway, and there wasn't anyone out there, so we hightailed it to Tel Aviv. At the time I was pretty hungry like the wolf, but it's already just a careless memory, I'm afraid.

Geez, guys - I didn't do anything! If I broke into the man's house, I would have waited for him to come home and stayed over for drinks. And asked his wife Gela Nash-Taylor for some of those cute Juicy Couture tracksuits. Really!



Monday, April 02, 2007

Rock n Roll Weekend

This weekend I went and saw Actionslacks and You Am I. Twice. Once in SF at the always amazing Bottom of the Hill and once in LA at the always intimidating Spaceland.

The bands were stellar each night, but waaaaaay more stellar on Saturday in the Bay. Perhaps because the audience was excited and into it? No, bands don't really feed off the energy of the crowd, do they?

The Bottom of the Hill was packed on Saturday night, with fans and friends and people wanting to have a good time. Actionslacks blistered through a 45 minutes set which included stuff from their last 3 albums (including "One Word" which hasn't had much representation in the last few years...). Arms were pumping, people shimmied... They had only played one show in the last few years, so to see them this electric and spot on was fantastic. "Self Conscious Spiel," "This Damn Nation," Joan of Arc:" it all kicked ass, basically.


(Slacks at Spaceland. Rockin'.)

Then You Am I. I've seen them 6 times now in the last 6 months. Before that, I think I saw them twice over the course of 10 years. Um... they don't come to the States that often. The SF show was on fire. There was a sweaty, crazed throng of people going absolutely batshit in up front, and I was certainly one of them. They took "Detroit Rock City" into "Rumble," a move guaranteed to shake even the sturdiest of audience members, which it did. They busted out "Trike" and Tim Rogers flailed out screaming for "Thank God I've Hit the Bottom..." It was nuts. People were nuts. The band was nuts.

I LOVE it when that happens.

Los Angeles was good too... you just have to contend with crowds that cannot be pleased. Bands will beg crowds to dance or clap or something, only to be met with stares. Sometimes people get into it, but usually, they just like to watch.

The stage show was about the same, perhaps not as intense since the crowd was not as intense either. Tim Rogers did have alot of wacky stage banter, half of which I didn't understand. He was drinking from the same bottle of wine as the night before, which I found kinda funny. There were about 3 or 4 people going absolutely batshit up front, and I was one of them. He did "Gone" and then "Damage" with an acoustic to start, and the band kicked in halfway through the latter, and it was good. Very good.


(from the You Am I site.)

Now for some reason, I developed a crush on Andy Kent, the bass player, while at SXSW. After the show as I was leaving, he was outside talking to some guy and they were winding up their conversation. I thought about stopping and saying hi, but I didn't. I don't need to meet my rockstar crushes, after all. Might ruin the illusion. I crossed the street and then glanced back... and he had gone alongside the building behind this tree and was taking a piss! Oh well. My momentary crush was over.

But it was still a great show. Can't wait till next time!

Friday, March 30, 2007

Letter From Texas

So when I went to SXSW, I did the time honored practice of renting a room from somebody via Craigslist. Now, I was actually sent there for work, but my company is so lame that they decided 2 weeks before the event, and you know there ain't no rooms available in any hotels at that point.


I needed a letter from my "landlord" in order to get reimbursed. This is what she sent. I love her.

March 19, 2007

To Whom it May Concern,

This is a letter to confirm that Mo rented a room from me during the SXSW Music Festival. She paid me for the nights of March, 14-17. While I found her overall demeanor to be pleasant, she was fairly finicky and demanded both turn-down service and mints on her pillow. What was particularly perplexing about her demands was the fact that she is… something of a pig. While my lawyer has cautioned me to not offer too many details, let me just give you a quick run-down of her antics, night by night:

March 15, 3:15 AM: I found Mo and Pete Townshend deliberately clogging my kitchen sink with Raisin Bran and soy milk. They both had devilish glimmers in their eyes, and I knew that the bathroom sinks were next. My plumber said she’d never seen anything like it.

March 16, 2:58 AM: I was awoken by the crooning of a gaggle of Swedish hipsters in the tightest white pants I’d ever seen. Were they cute? Of course. Did the neighbors appreciate Mo leading them in a drunken ABBA sing-a-long? Not so much.

March 17, 3:05 AM: four words---Mo and John Doe. That’s all I have to say about that.

So, all in all, it was a good time. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer. And the plumber.

Have a great day, and keep an eye on Mo---she CRAZY,

Kat


All lies, every word. Except for the Swedes... and boy, those white pants WERE tight!

Thursday, March 29, 2007

We Got the Message - I Heard It on the Airwaves

Here ya go, people... the Little Radio playlist for March 29, 2007:

Dirty Man - Laura Lee
My Friend Jack - The Smoke
Antichrist Television Blues - The Arcade Fire
Windfall - Son Volt
Blackstone - Kristin Hersh
Thuggery - You Am I
Birthday (Christmas Eve/Day version) - Sugarcubes (with Jesus & Mary Chain
Under the Illusion - Dimmer
Lest I Forget - The One AM Radio
Just As I Thought - William Bell
Brand New Cadillac - The Clash
Kingdom of Doom - The Good The Bad & The Queen
Nothing Matters When We're Dancing - The Magnetic Fields
Elephant Gun - Beirut
We're Leaving - Devotchka
La Noche y Tu - Lola Beltran
Tojo - Hoodoo Gurus
Welcome to Nowhere - The Mint Chicks
Jerkin' Back & Forth - Devo
Magick - The Klaxons
Circuitry of the Wolf - Mew
Baby I love You - Aretha Franklin
In My Room - Yaz
Someone Great - LCD Soundsystem
A Method - TV On The Radio
Ego Tripping - Nikki Giovanni
Fat Mama - Tito Puente
Finger Poppin' - Ike & Tina Turner
Too Nice to Talk To - The English Beat
Strugglin' - Howard Tate
Faith To Arise - Terry Reid
The Red Lantern - Jeff Klein
So Full of Holes - Actionslacks
Imogene Threw Me Over - Actionslacks

There ya go!

And if I have any advice for any of you, especially if you're in California, it's to check out Actionslacks and You Am I this weekend. A stellar rock spectacle, raw and rowdy. Bottom of the Hill in SF on the 31st, and Spaceland in LA on the 1st. Hope you can make it!

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Tune In, Tune Out, Tune Back In...

LITTLE RADIO IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD!!

One DJ at a time.

It's time to rock! And roll! And all the other stuff you can shake your ass too!

Mo!
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Tune in! And if you won't be at your computer, tune in anyway! Make me feel the love, friends!

This week I'm bringing new stuff from Beruit, Arcade Fire, the Mint Chicks, LCD Soundsystem, Amy Millan and the Klaxons... Also bringing not so new stuff from Jeff Klein, Actionslacks, You Am I, TV On the Radio, Hoodoo Gurus, the Clash, and the Sugarcubes... And some straight up old stuff from Aretha Franklin, William Bell, Howard Tate, Terry Reid and much much more.

So tune in! And if you tune in earlier, you can catch Scott Ford's (you know, the awesome bass player for the Twilight Singers) supremely awesome radio show... complete with game shows and everything!

Monday, March 26, 2007

A Little Cheese With That Wine

Last week I was supposed to go see Amy Winehouse play at Spaceland... I saw her at SXSW, because I had a sneaking suspicion something would come up and I wouldn't get to see her back in LA in our tiny little hipster haven.

Monday night, she played with the Dap-Kings (just like in Austin) at the Roxy. I had the flu. Since my friends run the box office, I could've dragged myself over, but I opted to rest and drag myself to Spaceland instead.

By Tuesday morning, the rumors had already started... "The band is too big to play at Spaceland." "Looks like the Spaceland show is going to be cancelled." "Amy cancelled her radio station appearance this afternoon, looks like the show's not gonna happen."

Finally, that afternoon, it was officially cancelled. To quote the BFF: "They tried to make me play at Spaceland, but I said No No No..."

Maybe she was hit on just a little too hard by Bruce Willis (who was evidently calling her out from the side of the stage, and banging on her dressing room door backstage), or even worse, Sisqo (trying to get back on some sort of radar?) the night before at the Roxy? Perhaps she succumbed to the infamous Sunset Strip all night fueling frenzies? After all, we know she has a nose for the fun stuff...

It turned out that her band flew back to the east Coast on Tuesday afternoon, to rejoin Sharon Jones (their usual gig) so they could fly off to Europe for shows in France that were starting this week. Did Spaceland even have a chance?

On Saturday night, my dear friend Kevs was at the Roxy for Perez Hilton's birthday party. Kevs is pals with both Perez and the actual Paris, who showed up later. Along with Kelly Osbourne and... ahem, Amy Winehouse. Kevs is one of those people who will say anything to you, pretty much, no matter who "you" are... which is why he walked up to Amy Winehouse and said, "Thanks for cancelling the Spaceland show."

"Wot?" responded Amy, slightly taken aback. Here was a grizzly of a gay man getting all up in her face about Spaceland?

"Thanks for cancelling the Spaceland show, I'd only been looking forward to it for months. Actually, the whole group of people I was supposed to be going with had been looking forward to it for months as well."

"Sorry," said Amy. "But I'll be back!"

"That doesn't matter," huffed Kevin. "I don't want to see you at the Wiltern or wherever you play the next time around. I've liked you since the first album and I was excited to see you in an intimate venue."

"Well, I'll be at Coachella," she said, somewhat flabbergasted.

"I don't want to see you at Coachella," said Kevin. "But I will have my picture taken with you." She had to say yes. Then Kelly Osbourne asked if he'd like to take a picture with her, and he said no. This made Paris Hilton laugh... Good, cuz I would have been laughing my ass off too.

Amy, don't piss off gay men. They are a huge part of your fan base (who does that beehive wig of yours anyway?) and hold grudges.

Like I said, I sure am glad I caught her in Texas...