If you go to MySpace school, be sure to abide by the rules. In case you can’t read it on the whiteboard because Mr Simpson and Miss Nash are in the way, those rules are:
GOT THAT?
Mr Simpson doesn’t seem to be taking class too seriously - I bet he’d let you call him “Charlie”, and get his guitar out every Friday afternoon. Miss Nash, though… she looks like harder work. And yet foxy with it, no? Bloody Ironik isn’t even paying attention, and his posture is frankly appalling.
I wonder if the solution to the CD’s seemingly inexorable decline is ever more elaborate ways of packaging the little blighters. You know, making them “collectible” and all that. It probably wouldn’t work for me, but you must never underestimate folks’ desire to collect things.
And if those things are rare handmade CD sleeves lovingly crafted by the artists themselves, there will always be at least a few rabid fans keen to get their hands on them.
A new music website by the name of ShockHound has been launched.
ShockHound is a one-stop, genre-spanning music site loaded with millions of MP3s, a vast selection of band merchandise, the latest music videos, unique programming, and exclusive and compelling editorial content.
Very interesting. However I am quite literally eleven times more interested in its name and logo than what the site actually does. Poor-kwah? Because:
The Sunny D Carpenters are back! Hurrah! Hmm.
It’s weird, isn’t it, the unease Same Difference inspire in people. I mean, all they are is a brother and sister singing High School Musical-esque songs and doing High School Musical-esque dances. What’s so wrong with that?
I suppose, for some, it’s like they’re the white picket fence and pretty garden in David Lynch’s Blue Velvet. What twisted, depraved secrets lie behind the siblings’ gleaming smiles? What sadness churns in their guts as they bounce around that car lot? What filth is oozing through those endorphin-enriched brains?
I’m NOT saying they’re bumming each other.
Looks like this past weekend was quite a one for TV in the US. As you might have heard, it saw the final edition of Total Request Live, which has led to sadness akin to when Top Of The Pops was axed over here (even though TRL only lasted ten years).
Meanwhile, on long-running-but-distinctly-patchy comedy showcase Saturday Night Live, things got reeeal camp. If by “camp” you mean “hetero men dressing weird and putting on that funny gay voice they do when they want to appear all queer and stuff”. This was all, apparently, as an unofficial reaction to California’s controversial recent Proposition 8.
So, if you want to see Justin Timberlake in a unitard dancing behind Beyonce, you’ll get your jollies after the jump.
As someone in my office said yesterday: “Stephen Fry is an internet meme all by himself, isn’t he?”
Not much my words can add to the magnificence of “A Bit Of Fry And Jay-Z”, really. Just watch it and prepare yourself for LOLZ.
It’s an interesting discipline, this writing-about-music lark. In an age when forming your own opinion about a song requires little more than a broadband connection, it arguably has less relevance than ever. Why read a lengthy synopsis about a piece of music when there are numerous ways to seek it out for yourself and make your own mind up?
This approach has even extended beyond single tracks - sites like Deezer and We7 will allow you to stream whole albums before deciding to fork out money for them.
Nevertheless, you’re never going to go short of wordage once you delve into the music blogosphere. The time and effort that goes into detailing writers’ passion for the music they cover is considerable, and provides a more subjective alternative to the traditional music press.
On My Chemical Toilet we don’t really do album reviews, since you can find plenty of them elsewhere. However I have used the site’s Twitter as a supplementary digest of music I’ve been listening to, alongside snippets of opinion - while I’m not going to do a “proper” review of Keane’s or The Saturdays’ new albums, I might tweet what I think about them.
That approach has now been ripped off adopted by a site called Musebin, which Wired recently took a look at.
Those ‘mericans are very good at getting hipster types to perform on their kids’ TV shows. For proof, go and read this article at The Lipster, which details the shining indiestars who have graced the borderline-psychedelic studios of Yo Gabba Gabba.
Of course Sesame Street has been inviting unlikely guest stars onto its sidewalks for years now (see this/this). One of their recent guests were indtwee popsters Tilly And The Wall. If you don’t know your ABC, they will give you some pointers after the jump.
Excuse me a second, readership. Before I begin this post about the potential release of The Beatles’ long-lost “Carnival Of Light”, I’m just going to count the number of enjoyable 14-minute “tracks” I have listened to over the years. Perhaps you could do the same. *Thinks*
*Continues to think*
*Gives up thinking*
How many did you manage to come up with? I came up with a big fat oval-shaped “0″. That is because, despite all the drooling over the prospect of a 14-minute Beatles track being unveiled, no decent songs of that length have ever, ever, EVER been recorded.
Perhaps these OAPs are hitching a cynical ride on the Young At Heart bandwagon, but you know that there’s no surer way of melting your own cynicism than to watch some old folk doing modern songs.
And during Nelly’s “Hot In Herre” they actually do take off their… robes. Phew.
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