The Week That Was
Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips says that the crew from The Arcade Fire are a bunch of assholes. He's played shows with them, so he would know. Then again, he's probably out of his gourd in heroin and ecstasy, so who knows what the fuck is really up.
Friday: If you can’t stop bopping along to Passion Pit’s robo-rock, then you’ll be glad to hear that they’ll be releasing a full-length album on May 26. It’s called Manners, and if it’s half as good as their Chunk of Change EP, then it’ll be a perfect way to start the summer.
Speaking of summer, the festivals are drawing nearer! Pitchfork announced the dates of their three-day fest—July 17-19—but being the cockteases they are, no bands have been revealed yet.
Saturday: Ugh. Chris Brown and Rihanna have been spotted together in Miami, at P. Diddy’s beach house. Wrong on so many levels. Poke around the interwebs and see if you can find the picture of Brown jet-skiing his troubles away. It’ll really warm your heart.
Sunday: Oh, Jo Bros. It’s time to begin your slow descent into oblivion, as must all teen idols eventually. Their hotly-anticipated (I guess so?) concert film took SECOND place at the box office. Jonas Brothers: The 3D Concert Experience, only made $12.7 million. Way to fail in all dimensions, boys.
Monday: When I read this headline, I turned into a flapper-era socialite who clings to a bottle of gin and says things like “OOHH, THIS IS RICH.” Because really, the first words out of my mouth were “this is RICH.” Rod Blagojevich is writing a book on the corrupt politics of Illinois. This man officially has no shame. I assume it will bear the title Rod B: It’s My Motherfucking Story, You Pricks. It can occupy a space in the new literary canon, right alongside O.J.’s book I Didn’t Murder My Wife, but Here’s a Precise Account of How I Might Have Done It. Might Have.
Tuesday: FML. I mean, FMD. Fuck my degree. If I went to Liverpool Hope University (what a pansy name), I could have gotten a Master of Arts in The Beatles. That’s right. The Beatles. The first major that makes my journalism degree sound slightly less obsolete than it is. Imagine how that will go over at family reunions—“And you there, what are you majoring in?” “The Beatles.” Cricket. Cricket. “I liked that song, ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ I’m going to stand over there now.”
Wednesday: How perfect—Grizzly Bear is playing at Sasquatch! I hope that lots of jokes will come from that pairing, lest my unbearable immaturity be confirmed, once and for all. If you can’t catch them there, they’ll be touring all summer, hitting up venues in Milwaukee, Austin, and L.A.
Here’s another fitting combo: Daft Punk and Tron. Well, Tron 2.0 to be exact. Rumor has it that they’ll be scoring the Disney remake of that terrible film. Could be fantastic, or an unfortunate black mark on their career.
Thursday: No matter how hard I try, I cannot care about Bob Dylan. But, I’m pretty sure that puts me in the minority, so here’s some news on him. He’s releasing a 10-song album in late April. Perhaps this will be the one to make me a fan. Probably not.
Ooo, indie fight! Wayne Coyne of The Flaming Lips is calling out Win Butler and his Arcade Fire crew in Rolling Stone for being pompous! According to Coyne, Butler and Co. treats their fans like shit. That might be true, but given Coyne’s reputation of becoming best friends with his fans, maybe his expectations are a tad high. Already, Win came with a rebuttal via the Fire’s website. He said that Wayne Coyne has always been a huge inspiration to him, but they’ve only met/performed with the Lips once, and claims that Coyne might not be the best judge of character based off of just one meeting. Daaaayum.
Posted by Alyssa Vincent, Alyssa Vincent on Mar 06, 2009 @ 12:00 am
