BLAH BLAH BLAH Local author Kim Cooper has written a book on the making of Neutral Milk Hotels In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, often considered the masterpiece of the Elephant 6 collective (see also Apples in Stereo, Olivia Tremor Control). Like the 98 album, her book part of the 33 1/3 series of pocket-size LP histories is a sleeper, outselling the series Springsteen and Bowie books!
You edited the anthology Bubblegum Music Is the Naked Truth. Whats the E6-bubblegum connection?
COOPER: Bubblegum is a geeky, joyful, unselfconscious scene, and so is Elephant 6. None of the Neutral Milk Hotel players were at all cool, and they were flabbergasted when cool kids started turning up at their shows. (Which happened for the first time in L.A., actually.)
Get much fan mail? Ive received lots of very sweet messages from people who were moved by the book. My favorites are the ones that say, I was dreading this book, but I ended up loving it.
Where does Aeroplane fit in the catalogue of Jesus-inspired freak-folk? In the annex where faith is more implied than slathered, and all people are welcome who have ears to hear.
Will you tour? Heres a scoop: Ive just teamed up with filmmaker Chris Dortch to make an Elephant 6 documentary, and we plan to travel to many important places in the E6 mythos. Ill set up readings in as many of those towns book or donut shops [as possible].
Final thoughts? This book surprised me by being not so much about a rock band but about friendship and love and faith and art. Cooper reads at Vromans in Pasadena, Saturday, 4 p.m., with Ben Sisario, author of a Pixies Doolittle tome. (Kate Sullivan)
THURSDAY, March 23
The Subways at the Troubadour
The Subways are young, attractive and British. But that only gets you so far up the charts these days, so its lucky that the band play hormonal, yelping, unbridled rock, the kind only teenagers can pull off with any kind of credibility. The three-piece are touring the U.S. to promote their youth-cultishly-titled album, Young for Eternity, fueled by the success of the single Rock & Roll Queen. The song is a pleading, manic exaltation that, like any good rock number, is volatile, rough around the edges and just under three minutes. Stylistically, the rest of the record doesnt hold it right there and keep doing what its doing, so its still unclear whether this teenage thrill will get grounded somewhere between, say, the Vines Highly Evolved and the Von Bondies Cmon, Cmon. This show is sold out. (Tracy Moore)
The world needs a new hero, so why not Emily Haines? The Metric singer sounds so inspiring on Monster Hospital, from the Toronto quartets 2005 breakthrough CD, Live It Out (Last Gang Records), taking on the entire war machine by herself. I fought the war, but the war won, she sings pleadingly, exhilaratingly against the dramatic backdrop of Jimmy Shaws surging guitars, subverting and expanding Bobby Fullers old lyric. Then, she cuts through the military doublespeak, political hand-wringing and punk distortion with a chillingly simple aside that brings everything (if not the troops) home: Stop, for the love of God. Ms. Haines is more than just an avenging angel, revealing a confessional pop side amid the gauzy swirl of her keyboards (Poster of a Girl), climbing the trellises of Joshua Winsteads bass (Patriarch on a Vespa) and slinking subversively around the barriers of modern life (Glass Ceiling). Meet the new boss. 6126 Hollywood Blvd. (213) 480-3232. (Falling James)
FRIDAY Deftones, Thrice, Atreyu, As I Lay Dying, Dredg at Long Beach Arena
This years Taste of Chaos tour a grab bag of guitar-tossing acts who give headbangin a Hot Topic makeover offers co-headliners whore a then-and-now of moody muscle: Sacramento veterans Deftones plateaued after their 2000 watershed, White Pony, yet still command respect for their genre-bending meeting of postFaith No More nu-metal and Cure-ish moodiness, while O.C.s Thrice became the new lords of leather-free rock with the quantum quality shift of last years Vheissu. Atreyu conjure paranoia and isolation with their hardcore/metal hybrid; As I Lay Dying launch vomity vocals, militaristic double-kick salvos and ominous twin-guitar chuggery; Dredgs anthemic efforts make them U2-lite (and late); Pelican purvey instrumental metal (wait keep reading) thats technically deft yet willingly loose; and Greeley Estates bring melodramatic dynamics and obligatory screaming/singing interplay. 300 E. Ocean Blvd. (213) 480-3232. (Paul Rogers)
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