Shortly after the death of Beastie Boy MCA in early May, a billboard appeared on an industrial stretch of Venice; designed by Brooklyn artist Kaves, it was mostly black and white with a Beastie Boys photo and lyric. (It has since moved to Sunset.) This week another MCA billboard popped up on Fairfax, and then another on Sunset. Designed by Shepard Fairey, the latter two are black and red and feature an iconic Glen E Friedman photo.
Pretty sweet, but what's the deal?
Better than...all of the Dead Weather albums put together.
The man who built his career on secrets came to the Wiltern last night. Secret marriages, secret singles built inside of albums, secret shows in vans, Jack White writes his own rules and tells no one his future plans. The man who built his own record company in Nashville, Third Man Records (named after a movie that is all about secrets), has drawn such an unusual array of talent, including Wanda Jackson, Beck, Stephen Colbert and Insane Clown Posse, you never know who he's going to release next.
At 36 he's built three successful bands (White Stripes, Racounters, Dead Weather) before inexplicably dismantling all of them. Now, he's solo at the Wiltern for two nights. But even last night he had to keep us guessing. On this tour he has not one, but two bands backing him up: a male group (The Buzzards) and a female ensemble (The Peacocks). One would just be boring.
Nylon threw a party at The Roxy last night, and it was the fete's rock starlet hostess -- Garbage frontwoman Shirley Manson, who graces the cover of the magazine's current issue -- who owned the night.
The varied crowd of party goers included musician Gregory Rogove, cast members from Pretty Little Liars and America's Next Top Model, who apparently were shooting scenes right inside the West Hollywood club. Garbage emerged at 9:45. Wearing high heeled black ankle boots, black shiny tights, black and red high-waisted short shorts, a black tank top and black wristbands -- with her red hair braided back into a bun piled on top of her head -- Manson looked like what would happen if Princess Leia had sex in the '80s with an outer space punk rocker.
The campground at Coachella is the place for a lot of things: body painting, boxed-wine keg stands, even dunkaroos -- submerging one's head in a cooler of ice water for as long as possible, then shotgunning a beer. One might not expect a successful business idea to strike there, but it was at Coachella 2010 that Roy Krebs lit on his idea for RaveAid, the first multivitamin designed to stave off the ill effects of a night of raving.
Nowadays, the 27-year-old Krebs, who is based outside of San Diego, leads a global operation. Blended in Iowa, RaveAid is distributed out of a center in Ohio and shipped to customers as far away as Australia, Belgium and Argentina. Online, it's sold by rave specialists such as RaveReady.com and iheartraves.com, and Krebs says he has sold 1,600 bottles within the last year.
Poor Mary Magdalene. All she wants is a little sleep, but the junkie in the jail cell next to hers is screaming in agony from withdrawal. As Mary tries to understand the addict's pain, a chorus sings "Howl ye, howl ye, for the day of the Lord is at hand." Confused? Welcome to The Gospel According to the Other Mary, the season closer for the LA Philharmonic, which begins today.
With a libretto by director Peter Sellars and music by John Adams, The Gospel tells the New Testament stories of Lazarus -- the dead man brought to life by Christ -- and the crucifixion. Central to both events (according to Roman Catholicism) was Mary Magdalene, who was Lazarus' sister and the only disciple to stand by Jesus at his execution. She will be played by Kelley O'Connor, above.
I am on my way back to Los Angeles, on the second of two flights to get back from Johannesburg, South Africa. The first flight to New York City was 15 hours and 22 minutes. I think that beats Dubai to L.A. by a few minutes, making it the longest single flight I have ever been on. My seat, 51D, was especially brutal. The back pain I was in for the last seven hours was exceptional. On a happier note, Gene Simmons and his wife were ahead of me in the customs and immigration line at JFK a couple of hours ago.
Also, this morning, I think I pulled off one of the greatest fails of my life. I have been experiencing less-than-consistent coffee over the last week in Africa and was looking forward to an upgrade. And so I got a cup of coffee on my way back to the gate, took the smallest sip and, damn, did it taste good. My mood elevated and I had an almost Proustian opening of the mind -- I was taken back to the streets of my old neighborhood in Washington, D.C. I walked into the men's room and, as I was putting my cup of coffee on the flat surface above the urinal, my left foot started sliding out from under me. Here's what happened next:
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Song: Pearl Jam's "Jeremy"
History: Pearl Jam was a band that people liked a whole lot in the early '90s but then tried to pretend otherwise when Kurt Cobain killed himself* and Eddie Vedder didn't. "Jeremy" was the third single from Ten, their debut album.
*This is ironic because "Jeremy," regarded as one of PJ's best-ever songs, is about how a kid who killed himself made the wrong** decision.
**Suicide is extra weak, yo. Eddie Vedder had that part right. He was wrong about basically everything else though. I mean, are you even looking at his hair in the video?
In March, Mac Miller put out a mixtape. It is called Macadelic. It features "Ignorant," a collaboration between Miller and Cam'ron. Think about this for a moment. Mac Miller made a song with Cam'ron. Mac Miller. Made a song. With Cam. 'Ron. For someone who unilaterally fucks with everything Killa Cam does, the existence of "Ignorant" was a bomb. As was the existence of "Dig That," Mac Miller's other collaboration with Cam'ron.
If you look around, you'll realize the little egg-faced brat is everywhere. He's on French Montana's Coke Boyz 3, which to a very specific type of hip-hop fan (read: me) might be the best tape of the year. Then his surprised-looking ass popped up on Meek Mill's Dreamchasers 2, which to another very specific type of hip-hop fan (read: not me) might also be the best mixtape of the year. And oh, who was the last independent artist to have a number-one record? Mac Fucking Goddamn Miller. Truth is: I don't hate Mac Miller at all. In fact, I kind of love him.
Most people don't, however. Here's why:
Sasquatch! went down this past weekend in George, Washington. Test your knowledge of the 2012 edition of the festival in this multiple-choice trivia test. For clues, check out our sister paper Seattle Weekly's coverage of the happenings on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
1. At which stage was this pregnancy test (below) found?
A. Bigfoot Stage
B. Sasquatch Stage
C. Maine Stage
D. Yeti Stage
E. Banana Shack
Have you always loved metal?
Yeah, but it's not the only thing I love. Sometimes, I think that people in their 20s, or even when they're teenagers, forget that you're allowed to like whatever you want at any given moment. You're allowed to like Cannibal Corpse and David Bowie. I like ELO. I like Olivia Newton-John. I like Steely Dan. I like Jeff Beck. But I also like Gojira or Meshuggah. I'm kind of a guitar nerd first.