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Saturday, June 30

GSOTD: Chickamauga

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUEAg1AIDv0

By UNCLE TUPELO

You'd never leave on your own
Where you're from and where you're going
I know these things like I know you hate me now
Catch yourself in mid-air thinking
Your dreams can never be bought
I couldn't help you then and I guess I can't help you now
When jousting is for pleasure
Pleasure is way out of hand
The time is right for getting out while we still can
Chickamauga's where I've been
Solitude is where I'm bound
I don't ever wanna taste these tears again
I don't ever wanna taste these tears again
Appalachian, so patient
The lessons we've traveled
As soon as we're out we're kicking our way back in
Fighting fire with unlit matches
From our respective trenches
No authority can clean up this mess we're in
A miracle might point the way
To solutions we're after
And avert our chronic impending disaster
Chickamauga's where I've been
Solitude is where I'm bound
I don't ever wanna taste these tears again

JOTD: TiVo

Yo mama so fat when she stepped in front of the TV, I missed two episodes.

Friday, June 29

GSOTD: I Got Drunk

By UNCLE TUPELO

Well I took a fifth, and I poured me a shot
And I thought about all the things that I haven't got
And I drank that down, and I poured me some more
Kept drinking and pouring till I felt the floor

I got drunk and I fell down
I got drunk and I fell down

Another slow day in this damn town
Keep asking yourself "why am I still hangin' around?"
You spend half your time just staring into a beer
What you need, you know, you can't find here

I got drunk and I fell down
I got drunk and I fell down

Well I took a fifth, and I poured me a shot
And I thought about all the things that I haven't got
And I drank that down, and I poured me some more
Kept drinking and pouring till I felt the floor

I got drunk and I fell down
I got drunk and I fell down

I got drunk and I fell down
I got drunk and I fell down

JOTD: Lawyer... Genius

Q: What do you call a lawyer with an I. Q. of 50?


A: Your honor.

JOTD: Gloves and Panties

A man went to a gift store to buy his girlfriend a pair of gloves. He had the manager try them on. She said they were perfect, so he had the manager wrap them up. When the manager gave him the gift she accidentally gave him a pair of panties instead. When the girlfriend got the gift there was a note attached to it.

The note read:

Dear Honey, Hope you like the gift.The lady at store said they were perfect. I had her try them on for me. She looked more like a lady. I hope you will wear them for me Friday night.

Love, Bobby

PS:The latest style is to wear them folded in with a little fur showing.

Robyn Hitchcock & The Venus 3 on The Henry Rollins Show June 29!

Just a reminder to tune in or set your Tivos for the June 29th episode of "The Henry Rollins Show" on IFC featuring an exclusive performance from Robyn Hitchcock & The Venus 3. Robyn and the band perform the title track from their latest album Ole! Tarantula and then also perform "New York Doll" exclusively for IFC.com.

"The Henry Rollins Show" is a weekly independent talk show hosted by Henry, featuring high integrity guests, topics and uncensored musical performances. The show airs every Friday night on IFC at 11pm Eastern, 8pm Pacific. For more information, visit IFC.com. We hope you'll tune in!

Robyn Hitchcock & The Venus 3 will also be joining Viarosa in supporting R.E.M. at the Olympia Theatre in Dublin, Ireland on July 4!

Thursday, June 28

GSOTD: D. Boon

do you remember, remember D. Boon
part of what he was is a part of me nowand if you think back, where would he be
where would I be if time had allowed

this isn't written for any one manit's about me
this isn't written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang

I've been toldthat it's a waste of time
well, so what
will it be worth mine

and if Managua's bullets don't flyyoung men still would die for glory
or for their countries
it's just me and Jay
playing our guitars along with it all

this isn't written for any one manit's about me
this isn't written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang

and I'm not old
so I've got nothing but time to wastewill it be worth mine

Wednesday, June 27

Bush: Maybe U.S. Military 'Just Not Very Good'

WASHINGTON, DC-Departing from his usual hopeful rhetoric during a question-and-answer session with reporters in the White House Rose Garden, President Bush suggested Tuesday that the war in Iraq has not been successful because the nation's armed forces are "just not very good."

Bush muses candidly about his new idea with the White House press corps.

"When the decision was made to liberate Iraq, I was going on what my advisers were telling me and what everyone has said for nearly a century-that the U.S. military is the best in the world," Bush said. "But if that were the case, and we did have the most powerful army, navy, marines, and air force on the globe, we would be winning, right?"

The president admitted that he'd been toying with the idea that a thorough lack of quality in personnel, from the top U.S. commander to the lowest-ranked private, is the only way to account for the colossal failure in Iraq, given that everything on the administrative side of the war has been carried out with the utmost care and precision.

"I know the folks on our end didn't drop the ball," Bush said. "The civilian oversight of this war and the plan of attack has been brilliant. There's no doubt about that in my mind. Hate to say it, but maybe our men and women in uniform just aren't what they're cracked up to be."

Bush conjectured that U.S. servicemen and women thrust into the horrifying chaos and violence of Iraq's Sunni Triangle may simply lack the proper perspective and cool detachment needed to implement an effective strategy against the insurgency. The commander in chief also wondered aloud why, for all their vaunted competence, American forces become disillusioned while fighting "for such a just and noble cause."

Bush lamented the fact that the U.S. is "losing a lot of vehicles and equipment" in the ongoing conflict.
"I know I should support the troops, especially in a time of war, but if they can't handle the pressure, maybe they don't deserve my support," Bush said. "They're making me look bad."

"On the occasions I've met our troops, most of them didn't seem like they had much going for them," Bush added. "I don't think very many went to college or anything."

Bush said that in the past year he has had much occasion to think about the U.S. military's role in history, which, he recently was forced to conclude, is "overrated." He traced the roots of the misperception back to the nation's victory in World War II.

"We haven't really flat-out won a war since then, and you have to admit even that one was pretty close," the president said.

Continued Bush: "We pretty much have a 3-4 record in terms of important wars, and that's being generous, because I'm counting the Civil War as a victory. We got absolutely killed in Vietnam, which was another war where the leadership at home did a fine job, only to be let down by the troops. Not quite sure what happened in Korea. And I thought we won the first Gulf War, but apparently we didn't, because we're still there."

Shortly after the press conference, the White House announced that an advisory panel comprised of former officials from both Bush administrations and of private military contractors would be formed to devise effective solutions to problem areas in the nation's defense, namely the quality of the soldiers. Some of the likely recommendations include toughening recruitment standards so that not just anyone can enlist, and offering swift advancement opportunities for troops who show less dependence on the support current forces seem to constantly require from the American people. The panel is also expected to recommend that the nation enter into additional costly overseas conflicts as a way for the U.S. military to hone its uneven combat skills.

Yet even the most optimistic administration estimates acknowledge that these transformations are years, if not decades away from being implemented. Meanwhile, Bush still appears determined to maintain the American military presence in Iraq, telling reporters that the only way to improve the armed forces isn't to quit, but to "keep plugging away and hope they'll get better at this war business before they all get killed."


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JOTD: What's Worse?

What's worse than having termites in your piano?

Crabs on your organ.

GSOTD: Sin City

By UNCLE TUPELO

This old town is filled with sin,
It'll swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn.
(So) Take it home right away,
You've got three years to pay
But Satan is waiting his turn.

This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
It seems like this whole town's insane.
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.

The scientists say
It'll all wash away
But we don't believe any more
Cause we've got our recruits
And our green mohair suits
So please show you ID At the door.

This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
It seems like this whole town's insane.
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.

A friend came around.
Tried to clean up this town.
His ideas made some people mad.
Cause he trusted his crowd,
So he spoke right out loud,
And they lost the best friend they had.

This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
It seems like this whole town's insane.
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.

On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.

On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.

Tuesday, June 26

JOTD: Warm and Moist

MAN: I'd like to buy some dog food.

CHECKOUT LADY: Do you have a dog?

MAN: Yes.

CHECKOUT LADY: Where is he?

MAN: He's at home.

CHECKOUT LADY: I'm sorry, I can't sell this dog food to you unless I see the dog. Store policy.

The next day, the man returns.

MAN: I'd like to buy some cat food.

CHECKOUT LADY: Do you have a cat?

MAN: Yes.

CHECKOUT LADY: Well... where is he?

MAN: He's at home!

CHECKOUT LADY: Sorry, I can't sell this cat food to you unless I see your cat.
The next day the man returns.

CHECKOUT LADY: What's in the sack?

MAN: Put your hand inside.

CHECKOUT LADY: Hmmm... It's warm and moist! What is it?

MAN: I would like to buy some toilet paper.

GSOTD: No Depression

By UNCLE TUPELO

Fear the hearts of men are failing
These our latter days we know
The great depression now is spreading
God's word declared it would be so
I'm going where there's no depression
To a better land that's free from care
I'll leave this world of toil and trouble
My home's in heaven
I'm going there
In this dark hour, midnight nearing
The tribulation time will come
The storms will hurl the midnight fear
And sweep lost millions to their doom
I'm going where there's no depression
To a better land that's free from care
I'll leave this world of toil and trouble
My home's in heaven
I'm going there
I'm going where there's no depression
To a better land that's free from care
I'll leave this world of toil and trouble
My home's in heaven
I'm going there

JOTD: Shoes

A young blonde woman was driving through the Florida Everglades while 
on vacation.  She wanted to take home a pair of genuine alligator shoes
in the worst way, but was very reluctant to pay the high prices the
local vendors were asking.

After becoming very frustrated with the attitude of one of the
shopkeepers, the young blonde declared, "well then, maybe I'll just go
out and catch my own alligator and get a pair of shoes for free."
The shopkeeper said with a sly smile, "Well little lady, why don't you
go on and 
give it a try?"  The Blonde headed off to the swamp
determined to catch an alligator.

Later in the day, as the shopkeeper is driving home, he sees the same
young woman standing waist deep in the murky water, shotgun in hand
As he brings his car to a stop, he sees a huge 9-foot gator swimming
rapidly toward her.  With lightning reflexes the blonde takes aim,
shoots the creature and hauls it up onto the slippery bank.  Nearby
were 7 more dead gators, all lying belly up.

The shopkeeper stood on the bank, watching in silent amazement.  The
blonde struggles mightily and manages to flip the gator onto its back.
Rolling her eyes heavenward, she screams in frustration, "CRAP!! THIS
ONE'S BAREFOOT TOO!!"

Monday, June 25

James Gandolfini Shot By Closure-Seeking Fan

NEW YORK-Actor James Gandolfini, best known for his portrayal of mob kingpin Tony Soprano on the hit HBO show The Sopranos, was shot to death Tuesday in a Greenwich Village restaurant by a fan unable to accept the open-ended conclusion of the series finale that aired earlier this month.

The dramatic finale millions of Sopranos viewers had been waiting for.
According to police reports, 28-year-old marketing research assistant Louis Bowen walked into the small Italian restaurant Occhiuto's at approximately 7:40 p.m. and headed directly toward Gandolfini's table. Bowen then drew a snub-nosed .38 revolver from his jacket and shot Gandolfini point-blank in the head three times before dropping the gun and calmly exiting the eatery.

Bowen was apprehended two blocks away by two NYPD officers and reportedly put up no resistance.
"I couldn't let it just hang," Bowen told police in a post-arrest confession released to the media. "Eight years of my life, and a fucking artsy cut to black? It was eating me up inside."

In his statement, Bowen also used the word "betrayal" to describe the series's resolution, which he was convinced set up a climactic death for the sociopathic mafia don. The realization that Soprano's brutal life of constant fear and anxiety would have no real end slowly drove the obsessed Bowen over the edge.

Gandolfini killer Louis Bowen, seized minutes after the shooting, confessed: "There could be no other way."
"I had to tie up the loose ends, I just had to," Bowen said. "I'm positive this is exactly how [creator and executive producer] David Chase wanted fans to interpret the ending."

NYPD spokesman Charles Krann expressed regret over the Gandolfini slaying, saying that law enforcement "should have known this was coming," considering the heavy foreshadowing of impending doom in The Sopranos' final season and the lack of payoff.

"The symbolism and dialogue clearly conveyed an ominous sense of death and decay," Krann said. "Particularly the scene in the second-to-last episode where Tony and his brother-in-law talk about death. So for Bowen, murdering the actor brought a kind of justice."

"It probably would have all been different,had there been a realistic chance of a Sopranos movie," Krann added.
Gandolfini's murder comes in the wake of several recent attempts on the actor's life following the airing of the series finale, which included a car bomb that exploded when he remote-started his car, and an attempted garroting while he rode in the front seat of a cab. Though the star is mourned by millions, many expressed relief that Tony Soprano's saga is definitively over.

"Thank God it finally happened," said Lenox Hill Hospital general surgery resident David Kinsky, who was sitting at a table adjacent to Gandolfini's at the time of the murder. "I just knew that was how the story was meant to end. After the finale, I was so anxious and depressed I could hardly sleep."

Yet other eyewitnesses characterized Gandolfini's death as "predictable," "cheap," and "devoid of imagination."
"I'm an intelligent person-I didn't need to be spoon-fed an ending like this," Occhiuto's bartender Kim Romano said. "The killer obviously didn't get that the finale was meant to show Tony doomed to live out his violent gangland existence in an infinite, monotonous loop. Like the Journey song at the end said, 'It goes on and on and on and on.'"

Ironically, far from satisfactorily resolving the fate of Tony Soprano, Gandolfini's brutal slaying will most likely only intensify the controversy among fans, and will serve as prime water-cooler discussion material for days, if not weeks, to come.

In a late-night City Hall press conference, New York mayor Michael Bloomberg refused to comment on the killing.
"No, no, don't tell me what happened," said Bloomberg, hastily plugging his ears. "I TiVo'ed the last six episodes but I've been too busy to watch them. No spoilers, please."

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Dumb JOTD: English Patient

An English guy was very ill and his son went to visit him in the hospital. Suddenly, the father began to breathe heavily and grabbed the pen and pad by the bed. With his last ounce of strength he wrote a note, dropped it, and died.

The son was so overcome with grief that he didn't remember slipping the note into his pocket. At the funeral, he reached into the pocket of his coat and immediately felt the note. He excitedly read it thinking it might be something he could recite during the service. It said:

YOU WANKER -- GET OFF MY OXYGEN PIPE!!!

GSOTD: Cold Shoulder

By UNCLE TUPELO

doesn't matter what you've said
or what you've done
when you've lost your head
you're looking for a new one

your heaven looks just like my hell
beautiful as far as I can tell
your heaven looks just like my hell

just as I drown
then you say it's real
so I hold myself down
'cause I like the way it feels

your heaven looks just like my hell
beautiful as far as I can tell
your heaven looks just like my hell

how could I have ever needed
such a cold heart to count on
and how could I have ever wanted
such a cold shoulder to cry on

Sunday, June 24

ATM: Paradise Now

Another good find from the Scottsdale Public Library. I realize this is a drama, and a very good one, but once the two matyrs don the suits, all I could think of was SWINGERS invades the West Bank. They could have thrown in one "You're so money" for good measure. (Guntarski)

'Paradise Now' a hell for both sides

By LIZ BRAUN - Toronto Sun

PLOT: Two Palestinian mechanics, friends since childhood, are chosen for a suicide mission in Tel Aviv. An emotional and political no-man's land for sure, and a stunning film about belief, motivation and desperation. Rather more heartbreaking than controversial.

Said and Khaled have known each other all their lives. Now they will die together, too.

Paradise Now is the story of how two Palestinian men spend the last 48 hours of their lives before a suicide mission in Tel Aviv.

Said (Kais Nashef) and Khaled (Ali Suliman) work as mechanics and live in poverty in the West Bank city of Nablus. One day, their colleague Jamal informs them that they have been chosen to become martyrs for the cause.

They are pleased to have been chosen. The men go home for what they know will be their last night with their families. The next day they make farewell videos for their families; the camera doesn't work at one point and at another, one of the men interrupts his message to remind his mother where she should buy water filters. Then the men share the sandwiches made for Khaled by his mother. It's all fairly matter-of-fact and completely heartbreaking.

Khaled and Said are never entirely sure that what they are doing is the right thing. Their handlers seem brisk, manipulative and embarrassed by the religious nature of the men's questions. At any rate, the two step through a security fence to begin their mission, but things go awry.

Said and Khaled are separated. Only one of them goes ahead into Tel Aviv.

The human focus on these two men permits Paradise Now to present a dark and controversial subject in a fashion that may surprise you. The film does not invite you to root for either side of the conflict, just to see these guys as human. It is almost impossible not to empathize with their intense personal struggle.

(Politically, the strongest statement made by the filmmaker may be the simple visual contrast between Nablus, which is a war-torn ruin, and Tel Aviv, which is presented as sunny and prosperous.)

Bizarrely, Paradise Now is currently being shown in Israel and is even screened three times a day at the Tel Aviv Cinematheque. The film, which was partly filmed in Nablus until conditions there became too dangerous, was also shot in Nazareth and Tel Aviv. It involved a Palestinian director and an Israeli producer, as well as producers from Germany, Holland and France. The crew included both Israelis and Palestinians. As the director has said, "If you see the film, it's fairly obvious that it does not condone the taking of lives."

Paradise Now has already won numerous awards, including the 2005 Amnesty International Award.

BOTTOM LINE: "Every day in the newspapers we hear of these attacks. It is such an extreme act that I began to think, like everyone, how could someone do that -- what could drive them to it? I realized that we never hear the whole story. How could they justify this? Not only to their families but also to themselves. However you may feel, there is a reason." Paradise Now director Hany-Abu-Assad.

(This film is rated PG)

GSOTD: Atomic Power

By Uncle Tupelo

do you fear this man's invention
that they call atomic power
are we all in great confusion
do we know the time or hour

when a terrible explosion
may rain down upon our land
leaving horrible destruction
blotting out the works of man

are you, are you ready
for that great atomic power
will you rise and meet your savior in the air
will you shout or will you cry
when the fire rains from on high
are you ready for that great atomic power

there is one way to escape
and be prepared to meet the lord
when the mushroom of destruction fallsthere is a shielding sword

he will surely stand beside you
and you'll never taste of death
for your soul will fly to safety
and eternal peace and rest

are you, are you ready
for that great atomic power
will you rise and meet your savior in the air
will you shout or will you cry
when the fire rains from on high
are you ready for that great atomic power

Saturday, June 23

GSOTD: Boiling Point

By THE THE

They piss ‘n’ moan
And push ‘n’ shove
So below
As it is above
From every mouth
Words blare
Off every surface
Words glare
Til there’s nowhere to look
Except to stare

At reflections in
The subway glass
Fluorescent lit skin
Looks harsh
So best pretend
To be asleep
In case you have to
Give up your seat
To anyone less fortunate than ...

But the train stops
Beneath the streets
Shift your legs
Tap your feet
Open an eye
Start to speak
But the words get stuck
Between your teeth

Truth is truth
Lies are lies
Headlines strike
Between the eyes
But when is a word
Not a word?
How’s the meaning
Been reversed
Twisted, torn
Tricked and turned
Inside out
Upside down
Til there’s nothing left
To talk about ...
Except yourself

So you say ...
“I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with me”

Ever get lonely?
Don’t you ever feel phoney?
Ain't the train going slowly?
They say it’s gonna get snowy
Don’t you ever feel holy?
And think you wanna be a yogi?
What a load of baloney!
Do you wanna come home with me?
Don’t you ever get lonely?
Don’t you ever get ...

Roll over roll over
It’s over it’s over

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GAOTW: Uncle Tupelo

Uncle Tupelo was an alternative country music group from Belleville, Illinois, active between 1987 and 1994. Jay Farrar, Jeff Tweedy, and Mike Heidorn formed the band after the lead singer of their previous band, The Primitives, left to attend to college. The trio recorded three albums for Rockville Records, before signing with Sire Records and expanding to a five-piece. Shortly after the release of the band's major label debut album Anodyne, Farrar announced his decision to leave the band due to a soured relationship with his co-songwriter Tweedy. Uncle Tupelo split on May 1, 1994, after completing a farewell tour. Following the breakup, Farrar formed Son Volt, while the remaining members continued as Wilco.

Although Uncle Tupelo broke up before it achieved commercial success, the band is renowned for its impact on the alternative country music scene. The group's first album, No Depression, became a byword for the genre and influenced artists such as Whiskeytown. Uncle Tupelo's sound was unlike popular country music of the time, drawing inspiration from styles as diverse as the hardcore punk of The Minutemen and the country instrumentation and harmony of the Carter Family and Hank Williams. Farrar and Tweedy lyrics frequently referenced Middle America and the working class of Belleville.

Jay Farrar, along with his brothers Wade and Dade, played in an early 1980s garage band named The Plebes. Hailing from Belleville, Illinois, The Plebes sought to enter a battle-of-the-bands competition, but needed a fourth member to perform. They invited Jeff Tweedy, a high school friend of Jay Farrar, to join the band and play with them for the show. Despite a lack of skill with his instrument, Tweedy played an important role in the band by booking early gigs. While The Plebes had been playing music in a rockabilly style, Tweedy wanted to play punk rock like the music that he originally heard the group perform. This caused tensions between Tweedy and Dade Farrar, and Farrar left the band only two months after Tweedy joined.

Before leaving the band in 1984, Dade Farrar introduced its members to Mike Heidorn, the younger brother of his girlfriend; Heidorn then joined the group. The Plebes then decided to change its name to The Primitives, a reference to a 1965 song by psychedelic rock group The Groupies. Due to the unpopularity of punk rock in the St. Louis area, The Primitives began to play blues-orientated garage rock at fast tempos. They performed regularly at a wedding hall in Millstadt, Illinois, where Tweedy's mother Jo Ann would collect the cover fee. Wade Farrar was the lead singer of the band, but his commitment to Southern Illinois University and an attempted enlistment in the United States Army meant he was only able to dedicate a small amount of time to the group. Also, Heidorn broke his collarbone during a concert in 1986, which caused the band to go on hiatus. Jay Farrar and Tweedy continued to write songs and perform at Heidorn's house while he recovered, and by 1987 they had restarted the group. The Primitives temporarily added Tony Mayr as a bassist so that Tweedy could play guitar, but a month later the band decided to keep Tweedy on bass and remain a three-piece. To avoid confusion with a successful British band also named The Primitives, they decided to change their name once again, to Uncle Tupelo. Although they performed only 1960s cover songs as The Primitives, the trio decided to take a new approach and write their own music under their new name.

The Primitives renamed itself Uncle Tupelo after a character in a cartoon drawn by Chuck Wagner, a friend of the band's members. The name was created by combining two randomly chosen words from the dictionary; inspired by the name, Wagner drew a picture of an old, fat Elvis. The trio recorded a four-song demo tape, which won them supporting roles at the concerts of artists such as Johnny Thunders and Warren Zevon. Tweedy met Tony Margherita while moonlighting as a record clerk in St. Louis. After attending a pair of the band's concerts, Margherita offered to become its manager. Uncle Tupelo began to play regular shows at Cicero's Basement—a bar close to the campus of Washington University. Bands playing in a similar style, including Brian Henneman's Chicken Truck, often played at the venue, which by late 1988 was considered to have been the origin of a new music scene. The band temporarily expanded to a four-piece with the addition of the guitarist Alex Mutrux, but soon reverted back to a trio.

Uncle Tupelo recorded its first tracks in the studio of the pop rock singer Adam Schmitt in Champaign, Illinois. The demo Not Forever, Just for Now includes the songs "I Got Drunk" and "Screen Door", as well as early versions of several songs that would appear on their first studio album. The CMJ New Music Report gave the tape a rave review, and called Uncle Tupelo the best unsigned band of the year. The accolade attracted the attention of independent labels, and the band decided to sign with Jay Fialkov and Debbie Southwood-Smith of Giant Records (who offered to book them at CBGB in New York City). Explaining the decision, the band said that "[our] original goals don't get distorted with an independent label."

Shortly after Uncle Tupelo's signing, Giant Records changed its name to Rockville Records. The band's first album for Rockville No Depression, was recorded over ten days in January 1990, at Fort Apache South recording studio in Boston, Massachusetts. The album's thematic structure revolved around their lives as adolescents in Belleville; examples are songs about wanting to avoid factory work and songs about fearing a potential Persian Gulf War military draft. Impressed by their previous work on Dinosaur Jr's Bug, the band wanted Paul Kolderie and Sean Slade to produce the album. Slade let Farrar play on the same 1961 Gibson Les Paul SG Junior that J. Mascis originally played on Bug. The album was released on June 21, 1990, and the band celebrated by playing at Cicero's for two nights.

In between tours, Farrar, Tweedy and Heidorn formed a country cover band named Coffee Creek, along with Brian Henneman (later a member of The Bottle Rockets). Henneman impressed Uncle Tupelo, and he was invited to be a guitar technician and occasional multi-instrumentalist for the band. While Farrar and Heidorn would avoid drinking too much after shows, Tweedy would continue drinking throughout the night. Although Tweedy stopped after he began dating Sue Miller in 1991, a significant communication gap had already been opened between Tweedy and Farrar.

By March 1991, No Depression had sold an estimated 15,000 copies, and was featured in a Rolling Stone article about rising stars. However, Rockville Records refused to pay the band any royalties for the album, a theme that would continue for the remainder of the band's contract. Over seventeen days the band recorded a second album at Long View Farm in rural North Brookfield, Massachusetts. Still Feel Gone, with a more layered sound, was also produced by Kolderie and Slade, with contributions by Slade, Henneman, Rich Gilbert, Chris Bess of Enormous Richard, and Gary Louris of The Jayhawks. The band was disappointed with the production of the album and decided to discontinue working with Kolderie and Slade. Soon afterward, Uncle Tupelo recorded "Shaking Hands (Soldier's Joy)" on Michelle Shocked's album Arkansas Traveler and joined her on the accompanying tour with Taj Mahal and The Band. However, the tour only lasted for a few shows because of managerial problems between Shocked and The Band.

Alternative rock had broken into the mainstream by 1992, and an album released in that style was expected to earn the group a major-label record deal. However, Uncle Tupelo didn't want to follow in the footsteps of groups such as Nirvana, and decided to play country and folk songs "as a big 'fuck you' to the rock scene".

Peter Buck, guitarist for R.E.M., saw the trio perform at the 40 Watt Club in Athens, Georgia and sought them out after the show. Buck was impressed with a version of "Atomic Power" that the band played, and offered his services for their next album. Over a span of five days, Buck produced the group's next album, March 16-20, 1992. Buck allowed them to stay in his house during the sessions, and charged no money for his services. Brian Henneman's role was increased for this album, and he taught himself how to play mandolin and bouzouki. Despite turning away from the style of popular alternative rock, major labels began to show significant interest in Uncle Tupelo after March 16-20, 1992 was released. The album sold more than their two previous recordings combined, although Rockville was displeased that it did not conform to the style of popular alternative rock.

In 1992, Joe McEwen of Sire Records began to pursue the band. McEwen, who brought notable acts such as Dinosaur Jr and Shawn Colvin to Sire, had been interested in them since hearing the Not Forever, Just for Now demo tape. At the urging of Gary Louris, McEwen offered Uncle Tupelo a contract. Band manager Tony Margherita invoked the $50,000 escape clause he had put in their Rockville contract, freeing the band to sign a seven-year deal with Sire. The deal required two albums, and specified a budget of $150,000 for their first.

Around the time of the recording of March 16–20, 1992, Mike Heidorn had secured a steady job at a Belleville newspaper company and was dating a woman who had two children from a previous marriage. Uncle Tupelo had planned a tour of Europe, but Heidorn wanted to stay in Belleville with his girlfriend, whom he married in August 1992. The two remaining members of the band interviewed twenty-four candidates for a replacement drummer. Farrar and Tweedy were both impressed with Ken Coomer, the former drummer of Clockhammer, but decided to give the position to Bill Belzer. Belzer toured with Uncle Tupelo as the opening act for Sugar during the European tour, but was dismissed after six months in favor of Coomer. The band also experimented with new members—John Stirratt replaced Brian Henneman (who left to form The Bottle Rockets) while Max Johnston, the brother of Michelle Shocked, joined as a live mandolin and violin performer. Stirratt became a full-time bassist, allowing Tweedy to perform more songs with the guitar.

Now a five-piece, Uncle Tupelo recorded their major label debut at Cedar Creek studio in Austin, Texas in early 1993. Anodyne consisted of live-in-the-studio recordings and included a duet with Farrar and Doug Sahm of the Sir Douglas Quintet. The album sold 150,000 copies, and was their only entry on the Billboard Heatseekers chart. The group toured until the end of the year, finishing with a sold out concert at Tramps in New York City. Because of their concert draw, major executives at Sire began to see the band as a potential hit.

With the addition of Stirratt, Coomer, and Johnston just prior to the recording of Anodyne, Farrar and Tweedy's relationship became more tumultuous. Tweedy felt the new members gave him a new opportunity to contribute to the band, but Farrar felt disdain for Tweedy's new carefree attitude. Year later, Farrar would claim that had been tempted to quit the band after seeing Tweedy stroking the hair of his girlfriend, an act which he believed to have been a proposition. In January 1994, Farrar called manager Tony Margherita to inform him of his decision to leave the band. Farrar told Margherita that he was no longer having fun, and didn't want to work with Tweedy anymore. Soon after the breakup, Farrar explained his departure: "It just seemed like it reached a point where Jeff and I really weren't compatible. It had ceased to be a symbiotic songwriting relationship, probably after the first record."

Tweedy was enraged that he heard the news secondhand from Margherita, since Farrar decided not to tell him in person. The following day, the two singers engaged in a barbarous verbal confrontation. As a favor to Margherita—who had spent a substantial amount of money to keep the band running—Farrar agreed to a final tour with Uncle Tupelo in North America. Tweedy and Farrar again engaged in a shouting match two weeks into the tour, due to Farrar's refused to sing harmony on any of Tweedy's songs. The band made its first appearance on national television during the tour when they were featured on Late Night with Conan O'Brien. Sire had requested that the band perform "The Long Cut" on the show, which further irked Farrar since the song was written and sung by Tweedy. Uncle Tupelo's last concert was May 1, 1994 at Mississippi Nights in St. Louis, Missouri. Tweedy and Farrar each performed nine songs during the concert, and Mike Heidorn performed as drummer during the encore.

Following Uncle Tupelo's final tour, Tweedy encouraged his bandmates to join him in a new group, while Farrar searched for members for a band of his own. Tweedy was able to retain the rest of the Uncle Tupelo lineup, and created Wilco. Wilco began rehearsing a few days after the final Uncle Tupelo concert, and by August 1994 they were in the recording studio for their first album, A.M.. Farrar asked Jim Boquist to join his new band, Son Volt; Boquist was a multi-instrumentalist who had performed with Joe Henry as the opening act on Uncle Tupelo's last tour. Boquist also recruited his brother Dave, and Farrar convinced Mike Heidorn to leave Belleville to join the group. Farrar's new four-piece began recording their debut album Trace in November 1994.

Wilco signed to Reprise Records while Son Volt signed with Warner Bros. Records. Son Volt had an early college rock hit with "Drown" from the album Trace, but Wilco maintained a more commercially successful career in the years to follow. Regarding the possibility of a reunion, Mike Heidorn reported in a PopMatters interview that "nothing's ever for sure, but I would have to say, 'No such thing' ". Farrar said that he does not want the band to get back together, while Tweedy said that he believes that a reunion would not be productive musically.

Farrar and Tweedy sued Rockville Records and Dutch East India Trading CEO Barry Tenenbaum in 2000 over royalties that the label allegedly owed them, winning reparations from Tenenbaum and the joint rights to Uncle Tupelo's first three albums. After securing the rights, the band released a compilation entitled 89/93: An Anthology. In 2003, Uncle Tupelo re-issued their first three albums, which before the lawsuit had cumulatively sold over 200,000 copies.

As The Primitives, Tweedy and Farrar were highly influenced by punk bands such as The Ramones and The Sex Pistols. However, they began to listen to country music because punk rock was not well received in the Belleville and St. Louis music scenes. While they originally were introduced to country by their parents, it wasn't until this time that they began to listen to it for leisure. Farrar typically wrote songs about Middle America, while Tweedy wrote about more mainstream topics such as relationships. Farrar took influence from authors such as Kurt Vonnegut and Jack Kerouac, whom he read while working at his mother's bookstore. As the lead singer of Uncle Tupelo, Farrar's lyrics would be front-and-center during performances, but the band's musical style was mostly driven by Tweedy and Heidorn (seen in the music's Minutemen-influenced start-stop arrangement). Jeff Tweedy said in an interview with the St. Louis Post-Dispatch:

“ We probably have more influences than we know what to do with. We have two main styles that have been influences. For instance, we like Black Flag as much as early Bob Dylan and Dinosaur Jr. as much as Hank Williams … To us, hard-core punk is also folk music. We draw a close parallel between the two. We'll play both in the same set if we get a chance. We don't have any biases as far as music is concerned.”

Tweedy in particular was inspired by the Minutemen, and wrote a song about D. Boon following Boon's death in a van accident. The band has released songs originally performed by Credence Clearwater Revival, The Carter Family, Leadbelly, Gram Parsons, The Soft Boys, The Louvin Brothers, Texas Tornados, and The Stooges. Releasing March 16–20, 1992 when alternative music was breaking through was a move inspired by Neil Young's decision to release the challenging albums On the Beach and Tonight's the Night immediately after the commercially successful Harvest. Critic Michael Corcoran likened the band's musical style to "Bob Mould fronting Soul Asylum on a speeded-up version of a Gram Parsons song."

Uncle Tupelo is credited as one of the founders of the alternative country genre, a blend of alternative rock and traditional country music. While the genre eventually became associated with solo artists such as Gram Parsons and Lyle Lovett, Uncle Tupelo is considered the first alternative country band. Some media outlets like the BBC have even suggested that they were the genre's sole creator. However, Tweedy and Heidorn dispute this claim, and Farrar says that there is no difference between alternative country and other genres such as roots rock. Heidorn commented in a Country Standard Time interview:

“ It's strange to hear Uncle Tupelo mentioned because what we were doing was in such a long line of musical history. People are wrong in starting with us and saying we started anything because we were just picking up the ball, starting with Woody Guthrie and on to the early '60s and the Flying Burrito Brothers that we were influenced by. We didn't start a genre. We contributed to a long line of fairly good music. That's the way we looked at it at the time—doing what was right for the song. ”

The band's first three albums influenced contemporary roots rock artists such as Richmond Fontaine and Whiskeytown. Uncle Tupelo's usage of distorted guitars to play a style of music that was known for its earnestness became a lasting trend in 1990s modern rock. Jason Ankeny wrote in All Music Guide that:

“ With the release of their 1990 debut LP, No Depression, the Belleville, IL, trio Uncle Tupelo launched more than simply their own career—by fusing the simplicity and honesty of country music with the bracing fury of punk, they kick-started a revolution which reverberated throughout the American underground. ”

Their 1995 album No Depression lent its name to an influential alternative country periodical. Due to the influence of the album and periodical, the term "No Depression" became a byword for alternative country—particularly for bands with punk rock influence. The alternative country movement played an important role in the success of future traditionalist country acts such as Robbie Fulks and Shelby Lynne.

Friday, June 22

Breaking News

Bar Skanks Announce Plans To Kiss
http://www.theonion.com/content/node/63109

June 22, 2007 Issue 43*25

COLUMBUS, OH-In an announcement that received wide attention throughout Wolverine's tavern Tuesday, bar skanks Stephanie Fletcher and Jessica Keneally stated that they would share a passionate kiss at an unspecified time that evening.

"Steph and I are totally hot for each other," Keneally said over the loud music to several unspecified bar patrons. "We're going to make out. We don't care who's watching."

The skanks pose for one of the hundreds of pictures taken over the course of the night.
According to eyewitnesses who looked up the second they walked in the door, the 22-year-old skanks arrived at the bar at approximately 10 p.m, dressed in their usual skank attire of low-cut tank tops paired with either low-rider jeans or a short skirt, and exposed, brightly colored thongs.

After downing their third cosmopolitans, the two skanks stood up and began grinding to the R. Kelly song "I'm a Flirt," which caused a nearby conversation about the Cleveland Indians to come to a sudden halt.

"Quit staring," Keneally said to the approximately 25 male patrons in the immediate vicinity, all of whom were by that time involuntarily ogling the skank-ass pair. "Oh my God, you guys are such pervs."

Fletcher would neither confirm nor deny that the kiss would involve tongue, saying that bargoers "would just have to wait."

The skank duo gyrates lasciviously as a growing crowd of men capture mental images for later use.
"Who knows what will go down," Fletcher said as she reached into Keneally's tight top and tweaked her left breast with her thumb and middle finger in front of seven rapt onlookers. "Possibly us."

In previous months, Keneally and Fletcher have, either separately or together, shown off their lower-back tattoos, held a loud conversation about who had the larger breasts, and displayed their oral sex techniques on bottles of Bud Light. Neither is a lesbian.

"Those chicks are all over each other- awesome!" said 24-year-old Matt Lalley, one of dozens of slightly intoxicated males who, despite their highly evolved brains, were unable to stop looking at the suggestive twosome. "This is going to be the best night of my life."

As the evening wore on, the skanks' hair grew lank and stringy, increasingly clinging to their sweaty faces despite frequent coquettish head tosses. The heat and close quarters of the small bar also caused the sparkly body makeup worn by Fletcher to collect in the crevices of her collarbone and between her breasts. According to Wolverine's bartender Helene Dorman, the skanks also left thick hot pink lipstick prints on their drink glasses.

However, none of these factors resulted in any decrease in the amount of attention paid to the skanks.
"I just can't look away," said Frank Sturm, watching as Keneally leaned over the pool table to display her plunging neckline for the ninth time. "And the thing is, the one in the skirt isn't even all that hot."

"I'd really like to think I'm above this," Sturm's friend, Greg Kleist, added. "But what can I say? I'm not. They're totally going to kiss."

Not everyone was as enthusiastic about the pair's announcement. A 28-year-old female bar patron rolled her eyes at the girls' predictable antics, and was immediately dismissed by Fletcher and Keneally as "jealous." The bartender reported that she'd seen similar scenes play out on countless other evenings.

"You mean the one that flashed her tits last week is gonna make out with the girl who was telling everyone she wasn't wearing any underwear?" Dorman asked while setting out newly washed glasses. "Whatever."

As of press time, the pair had still not kissed, as they were rumored to be waiting for someone to buy them another drink before astonishing onlookers with their shocking intra-gender lip-lock.


GSOTD: SWEET BIRD OF TRUTH

By THE THE

6 o'clock in the morning
And I'm the last person in this plane still awake
Y'know I can almost smell the blood
Washing against the shores
Of this land that can't forget its past
Oh, the wind that carries this plane
Is the wind of change
Heaven sent and hell bent
Over the mountain tops we go
Just like all the other G.I. Joe's
Ee aye ee aye adios!

This is your captain calling
With an urgent warning
We're above the Gulf of Arabia
Our altitude is falling
And I can't hold her up
There's no time for thinking
All hands on deck
This bird is sinking

Across the beaches and cranes
Rivers and trains
All the money I've made
Bodies I've maimed
Time was when I seemed to know
Just like any other G.I. Joe
Should I cry like a baby
Or die like a man?
While all the planets little wars
Start joining hands
Oh, what a heaven what a hell
Y'know there's nothing can be done
In this whole wide world

I don't know what's wrong or right
I'm just a regular guy
With bottled up insides
I ain't ever been to church
Or believed in Jesus Christ
But I'm praying
That God's with you when you die

This is your captain calling
With an urgent warning
We're above the Gulf of Arabia
Our altitude is falling
And I can't hold her up
There's no time for thinking
All hands on deck
This bird is sinking

JODT: Lawn Service

One afternoon a lawyer was riding in his limousine when he saw two men along the roadside eating grass. Disturbed, he ordered his driver to stop and he got out to investigate. He asked one man, "Why are you eating grass?" "We don't have any money for food," the poor man replied. "We have to eat grass."

"Well, then, you can come with me to my house and I'll feed you," the lawyer said. But sir, I have a wife and two children with me. They are over there, under that tree." "Bring them along," the lawyer replied. Turning to the other poor man he stated, "You come with us, also." The second man, in a pitiful voice, then said, "But sir, I also have a wife and six children with me!" "Bring them all, as well," the lawyer answered.

They all entered the car, which was no easy task, even for a car as large as the limousine. Once underway, one of the poor fellows turned to the lawyer and said, "Sir, you are too kind. Thank you for taking all of us with you."The lawyer replied, "Glad to do it. You'll really love my place. The grass is almost a foot high."

July CD

I just received word that Berzerker Dan's July CDs are done and should be shipped out in the next few days. To be honest, I haven't check the calendar of who's next on my blog but I know CDs are due from: Bert, Sevchik, Emmet and myself. I realize this sounds like a broken record but I'm damn close to finalizing the greatest two CD compilation ever. Unfortunately, I've been tasked with re-grouting the mop-boards in my remodel....but I vow to have my CDs out before Sevchik!!!

Take care

Guntarski
www.PolyesterIconz.Blogspot.com

Thursday, June 21

GSOTD: SWINE FEVER

By THE THE

Fee fi fo fum
Smell the blood of a gullible bum
Brain dead bored bought into the fraud
BiggerHarderFasterMore!
Trying to find some way of stopping
Struggling home with bags of shopping
Gotta buy gotta-gotta buy-buy
Gotta buy gotta-gotta gotta-gotta buy

Don’t even like it
But you’ve just gotta try it
You don’t even want it
But you’re gonna buy
Gonna-gonna-gonna buy it

Always someone on the TV screen
Trying to sell you something that you don’t want or need
Sponsored by this, brought to you by that
Even as you slump in the back seat of a cab
But if it ain’t you
Well, what’re gonna do?
There’s always someone
Right behind you in the queue!

Don’t even like it
But you’ve just gotta try it
You don’t even want it
But you’re gonna buy
Gonna-gonna-gonna buy it
You don’t even need it
But you’ve just gotta have it
You don’t even want it
But you’re gonna buy
Gonna-gonna-gonna buy it

Fee fi fo fum
Smell the blood of a gullible bum
Who should’ve been happy
Could’ve been content
Who got everything he set out to get
But what is the use of possessing the world
When you do not even possess yourself?
What is the point in selling your soul
When there’s nothing to buy
And nowhere to go?

ATM: 3000 Miles to Graceland

The movie wasn't as bad as the review but a little overextended (Guntarski)

3000 Miles to Graceland takes a novel approach to the worn-out crime genre by having a bunch of guys dress up as Elvis and rob a casino, but the movie sinks underneath the weight of an overly-ambitious first-time director who hasn't yet mastered the ability to cut a sequence with a shot lasting more than 3 seconds (AKA the Michael Bay syndrome).

Kurt Russell and Kevin Costner star as the two leaders of the Elvis band of hooligans, while Christian Slater, Bokeem Woodbine and David Arquette are featured in roles that are barely more than cameos as the doomed other members of the Presley posse. Together, they knock off a casino and make off with the dough, but dissension is afoot and everyone begins to suspect everyone else of wanting to keep all the scratch for themselves. Courteney Cox Arquette pops up as a slutty waitress that falls for Russell (or is she just working him?), while Jon Lovitz and Ice-T show up briefly only to die.

3000 Miles to Graceland should have been an easy-going action movie, but director Demian Lichtenstein prevents this from happening at every turn. His hyper-kinetic style of directing (and editing) is akin to a laser-light show gone horribly wrong and will likely cause seizures for epileptics. It's one thing to utilize style as a manner in which to tell your story - Oliver Stone's Natural Born Killers, for instance - but it's a whole different thing to allow visual pyrotechnics to take over to the point where it's impossible to care about anyone or anything in the movie. Even the action in the movie - and make no mistake about it, this is nothing more than an action movie - isn't all that great. Take, for instance, the casino shoot out. In theory (and most likely in the script) this should have been a cool, bloody action sequence, with guns blazing and gore a-plenty. But in the hands of Lichtenstein, it becomes an incoherent jumble of images, wildly strewn together with little consideration of the audience. Not one shot in this sequence lasts more than a couple of seconds and, worse than that, Lichtenstein constantly cuts to an Elvis impersonator performing one of his songs. What makes this sequence extra frustrating is the fact that it seems to be really violent, and in this day and age, that's a rarity.

The actors seem to be having fun, but that's just not enough to recommend this. Here's hoping Lichtenstein goes back to doing what he does best: 30-second commercials.

http://www.reelfilm.com/3000mile.htm

Wednesday, June 20

Demotivation

GSOTD: THE VIOLENCE OF TRUTH

By THE THE

What is evil?
What is love?
What is the force that possesses us?
Where is the beauty?
Where is the truth?
Where is the force that watches over you?

What is it that makes us ashamed to be white
When we close our ears to the sound of machine gun fire?
And while the niggers of this world are starving with their mouths wide open
What is it that turns the coins we throw at them
Into worthless little tokens?

Why is it that anything on this Earth
We do not understand
We are pushed down on our knees
To worship or to damn?

Those are the rules of religion
Those are the laws of the land
That's how the forces of darkness
Have suppressed the spirit of man

That's why human beings
Still walk on all fours
Whilst in the presence
Of their so called superiors

Something's telling you
To wake up and salute
The dangers of obedience
The violence of truth

God is evil, God is love
God is the force that possesses us
God is beauty, God is truth
God is the force that is watching over you

JOTD: Rabbit Breakout

Three rabbits escape from a testing lab and find an entire field full of carrots. They eat themselves into a stupor and sleep throughout the night. The next morning, they find an entire field full of female rabbits with no males in sight. They screw themselves into a stupor and sleep throughout the night. The next morning, the rabbits get to talking.

"I'm gonna go back to that field of carrots," says one.

"I'm gonna go back to those cute little rabbits," says the second.

"I'm going back to the lab," says the third. "I'm dying for a cigarette."

Tuesday, June 19

GSOTD: SLOW TRAIN TO DAWN

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zU2rG-vrJE

By THE THE

I followed that bead of sweat
To the small of your back
From the nape of your neck
Lightin' it up
With every drag upon my cigarette

It can run but it can't hide
Like the unspoken feelings on your mind
I'm too tense to be tender
You're too weak to be true
You try to make it easier upon your self
By making it hard on you
But it's the lies in your eyes
That make me wanna cry
It's just sometimes I get so lonesome
I could die

I'm just another Western guy
With desires that I can't satisfy
So all the love I gave to you
Means nothing at all?
Dear God, God, God!
This slow train to dawn

So are you lying when you say you love me?
Or lying when I say I don't?
We've opened our hearts
To let each other look in
To have and to hold
But it's the words that remain unsaid
That are the words I wanna hear you speak
I bet the birds start singing
And the sun comes up
Before we fall asleep
Oh, the tears in your eyes
Just make me wanna cry
It's just sometimes I get so lonesome
I could die

I'm just another Western guy
With desires that I can't satisfy
So all the love I gave to you
Means nothing at all?
Dear God, God, God!
This slow train to dawn
Dear God, God, God!
This slow train to dawn
This slow train to dawn

JODT: Leech

What is the difference between a leech and a lawyer?

The leech stops sucking you dry after you're dead.

Monday, June 18

Stewart Copeland thinks the Police suck

Submitted by Erik Gonzalez on June 1, 2007.

From the get-go, you had the impression this would all end badly, and well, its beginning to look that way.

Stewart Copeland, drummer for the reformed Police, pretty much
thinks his band sucks. My favorite is Stewart referring to Sting as a "petulant pansy". Based on this report, though, the Police might be out-Tapping the soon-to-be-revived Spinal Tap (who might be adding - gasp! - Ricky Gevais to their lineup!)

categories: The Police

Rumoured Libertines reunion at Glasto

Monday, 18 Jun 2007 16:02

Will the boys in the band be back?

Pete Doherty and Carl Barat will be stepping out on stage together once again at Glastonbury this weekend, according to reports. The pair played an intimate gig at the Hackney Empire earlier this year when Barat joined the bill for what was billed 'as an evening with Pete Doherty'. According to the Daily Mirror, the two former band mates are set to play together again on the acoustic stage at the Somerset festival. A source told the paper: "The Hackney Empire gig reminded them of how well they used to work together before the band fell apart and they wanted to see if they could recreate that chemistry at Glastonbury.

"The acoustic stage will probably have to double the number of security staff it employs to prevent a stampede." Both Doherty and Barat are already scheduled to play at the festival with their respective bands Babyshambles and Dirty Pretty Things. The Libertines officially parted company with Doherty for the last time on July 1st 2004 after Barat came to the decision to sack his co-front man due to Doherty's addiction problems.

The singer said at the time: "Peter's erratic mental state worries us greatly and having him on tour would only compound his problems." Doherty then launched himself into Babyshambles while Barat disbanded the Libertines after a tour of the US. Since then the tensions between the pair have lessened and the former co-front men recorded a special version of A Day in the Life for BBC Radio 2's 40th anniversary Sergeant Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band show.

http://www.inthenews.co.uk/

Kate plays roadie to Pete

Monday, June 18, 2007

Kate Moss played the dutiful girlfriend last night and carried boyfriend Pete Doherty's guitar to a gig for him.
The Babyshambles frontman, who is rumoured to be playing a special acoustic show with former Libertines bandmate Carl Barat at Glastonbury this weekend, performed at the Meltdown festival last night.

He sung a version of Chim Chim Cher-ee at the event at London's Southbank centre.

Nick Cave and Shane MacGowan were some of the other musicians who joined him on stage to put their own individual touch on a number of Disney songs.

Jarvis Cocker, who put together the line-up as the festival's curator, sung I Wanna Be Like You from The Jungle Book.

Icky Thump

If you live in the US, don't forget to pre-order your copy of "Icky Thump" from iTunes. This pre-order includes two exclusive bonus tracks, "Baby Brother" and a special live track. The live track is only available until tomorrow so be sure to order your copy today by going HERE.

Members of Facebook.com can stream The White Stripes' new album, Icky Thump, in it's entirety tomorrow, Tuesday, June 19th. Be sure to add The White Stripes' app by going
HERE.

Thanks,
The White Stripes newsletter team

JOTD: Camo

There once was pirate captain who, whenever it looked like a battle would be imminent would change into a red shirt. After observing this behavior for a few months, one of the crew members asked him what it meant.

"It's in case I get shot. I don't want you crew members to see blood and freak out."
"That's very sensible, sir." At that moment, the crew member spotted eight hostile ships on the horizon. The captain all of a sudden looked very concerned.

"Get my brown pants."

GSOTD: The Sinking Feeling

By THE THE

All my books lay on the table
Waitin' to unfold
I sit and stare at my reflection
While the darkness chills my bones
My head fills like a junk shop
In desperate need of repair
The path of least resistance
Leads to the garbage heap of despair
(I think I'd better get back in bed)

I'm just a symptom of the moral decay
That's gnawing at the heart of the country

You can't destroy your problems
By destroying yourself
Death is not the answer
For your soul may burn in hell
My memory, my fond deceiver
Is turning all my past into pain
While I'm being raped by progress
Tomorrow's world is here to stay
(They wouldn't have it any other way)

I'm just a symptom of the moral decay
That's gnawing at the heart of the country

Sunday, June 17

JOTD: Lost

A little boy was lost at a large shopping mall. He approached a uniformed policeman and said, "I've lost my dad!"

The cop asked, "What's he like?"

The little boy replied, "Beer and women with big boobs."

GSOTD: THE TWILIGHT HOUR

By THE THE

You're lying on your bed
And making shadows on the wall
It's almost too hot to move
Outside your window
People are driving home from work
For the weekend
But you're waitin' for the phone to ring
You're gonna tell her exactly what you think

You practice getting your mouth
Around the words
That explain the way you feel
You've been scared to show your real self
In case she doesn't like what she sees
You've been a prostitute to humility
She's invaded your life
And you've got to live apart
In order to survive

You were emotionally independent
But starved of affection
But now you've been trapped by tenderness
And been beaten into submission

It's now way past the hour she usually phones
And you've decided not to tell her your little joke
Where could she have got to?
Why is she torturing you?
You roll on your side
And run your fingers through your hair
You're scared of losing her
And facing yourself
A red sky at night may be a shepherd's delight
But you're cutting chunks from your heart
And rubbing the meat into your eyes

She can't leave you now
You've given up all your friends
You're relying on her
For your independence
She can't leave you here
Alone and defenseless
you're relying on her
For your independence

You're relying on her
for your Independence
Relying on her
Relying on her
Relying on her
Relying on her

Saturday, June 16

GSOTD: I'VE BEEN WAITIN' FOR TOMORROW (ALL OF MY LIFE)

By THE THE

I'm hiding in the corner
Of an overgrown garden
Covering my body in leaves
And trying not to breathe
All my childhood dreams
Are bursting at the seams
And dangling around my knees
I've been deformed by emotional scars
And the cancer of love has eaten out my heart
I've been stripped bare and nobody cares
And all the people I looked up to are no longer there

All desires have been denied
To put me in this state of mind
Another year over and what have I done
All my aspirations have shriveled in the sun
I'm crippled by guilt, blinded by science
I've been waitin' for tomorrow all of my life

I've been filled with useless information
Spewed out by papers and radio stations
I've been hounded by fair-weather friends
Sowing the seeds for my discontent
Life is like a sewer and I'm trying to wade thru her
I threw in my money and made my wish
But sleeping boys catch no fish

All desires have been denied
To put me in this state of mind
Another year over and what have I done
All my aspirations have shriveled in the sun
I'm crippled by guilt, blinded by science
I've been waitin' for tomorrow all of my life

All my childhood dreams are dangling around my knees
My mind has been polluted and my energy diluted
My mind has been polluted and my energy diluted
MY MIND HAS BEEN POLLUTED AND MY ENERGY DILUTED

Friday, June 15

GSOTD: Armageddon Days Are Here (Again)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lel0PzhU6Pk

By THE THE

They're 5 miles high as the crow flies
leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky
Movin' in from the East toward the West
with Balaclava helmets over their heads, yes!
But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming
Honey you've got another thing coming
If he ever finds out who's hi-jacked his name
He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave
Islam is rising
The Christians mobilising
The world is on its elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds
It's war, she cried, It's war, she cried, this is war
Drop your possessions, all you simple folk
You will fight them on the beaches in your underclothes
You will thank the good lord for raising the union jack
You'll watch the ships out of harbour
and the bodies come floating back
If the real Jesus Christ were to stand up today
He'd be gunned down by the C.I.A.
Oh, the lights that now burn brightest behind stained glass
Will cast the darkest shadows upon the human heart
But God didn't build himself that throne
God doesn't live in Israel or Rome
God belong to the yankee dollar
God doesn't plant the bombs for Hezbollah
God doesn't even go to church
And God won't send us down to Allah to burn
No, God will remind us what we already know
That the human race is about to reap what it's sown
The world is on its elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds
Armageddon days are here again

Thursday, June 14

RIP: Vito Spatafore (season six)

GOSTD: Kingdom of Rain

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_i9BJgbD98

By THE THE

Tell me what you're thinking baby
Your heart's beating faster than mine
And I know something's going on in your life
In your life.. in your life
You were the girl I wanted to cry with
You were the girl I wanted to die with
And you were the boy who turned into the man
Broke my heart and let go off my hand
Our bed is empty, the fire is out
And all the love we've got to give has all spurted out
There's no more blood and no more pain
In our kingdom of rain
You think you know about life
You think you know about love
But when you put your hands inside me
It doesn't even feel like I'm being touched, and
You were the boy I wanted to cry with
You were the boy I wanted to die with
You've moved further from my side, year by year,
While still making love dutifully sincere
But as silent as the car lights that move across this room
As cold as our bodies silhouetted by the moon
And I would lie awake and wonder
Is it just me or this the way love is supposed to be?
Tell me what you told him baby
My heart's beating out of time with my mind
And I know something's going wrong in our lives
I just wanted somebody to caress, this damsel in distress
I just wanted somebody to undress, this damsel in distress
I just wanted somebody to bless, this damsel in distress
I just wanted somebody to possess, this young girl
Our bed is empty, the fire is out
And all the love we've got to give has all spurted out
There's no more blood and no more pain
In our kingdom of rain

Wednesday, June 13

Cucumber-Flavored Soda Sold in Japan

June 13, 2007 08:36 AM MST

TOKYO - Japanese are staying cool as a cucumber this summer with "Pepsi Ice Cucumber" - a new soda based on the crisp green gourd.

The soft drink, which hit stores here on Tuesday, doesn't actually have any cucumber in it - but has been artificially flavored to resemble "the refreshing taste of a fresh cucumber," said Aya Takemoto, spokeswoman of Japan's Pepsi distributor, Suntory Ltd.

"We wanted a flavor that makes people think of keeping cool in the summer heat," Takemoto said. "We thought the cucumber was just perfect."

The mint-colored soda is on sale just for the summer and only in Japan, Takemoto said. She said initial sales were brisk, and Suntory aims to sell 200,000 cases over the next three months.

Pepsi trails behind industry leaders Coca Cola (Japan) Company, with about 15 percent of the Japanese cola market, and also faces stiff competition from non-fizzy bottled drinks like green tea and coffee, which are popular here.

Suntory said it sold 20.5 million cases of Pepsi brand drinks in 2006, including its popular Pepsi NEX zero-calorie soda.


GSOTD: Dogs of Lust

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSNSOhG0AIU

By THE THE

Here they come! The dogs of lust.
Out of my mind. Into my life.
Somebody should be here to hold me
Somebody should be here to show me, show me!

When you're lustful. When you're lonely.
& the heat is rising slowly.

I got it blue. I got it bad.
I got the sweetest sadness I ever had.
As the hours pass before my eyes.
As the hours pass before me.

when you're lustful. When you're lonely.
& the heat is rising slowly.

I keep reaching up
but they drag me back down
Wherever I try to hide
I will always be found

When you're lustful. When you're lonely.
& the heat is rising slowly.

Rising rising rising slowly
Rising rising rising
Rising rising slowly.

Tuesday, June 12

ATM: Harold and Maude

So glad I finally saw this film!!!

They’re probably the most famous odd couple in movie history. Harold (Bud Cort) is a 20-year-old depressive who vies for the attention of his wealthy parents with his elaborately faked suicides. Maude (Ruth Gordon) is a vivacious 80-year-old with hobbies that border on the felonious. One interest they share is death, and the two meet at a funeral. Oh, it’s not for anyone either of them knows – Harold just loves the black-shrouded trappings (he drives a hearse) and Maude likes to be reminded of how wonderful it is to be alive.

The preciousness of life and the beauty of simply being in the world is a theme movies explore so often – and so often so ham-handedly – that you wouldn’t think it could be approached from an inventive angle, but that’s precisely what Harold and Maude does. Harold is world-weary without ever having seen the world; Maude, it seems, will never tire of it. Together, they embark on a series of slightly criminal but well-intentional adventures – such as transplanting a tree from a city sidewalk to a forest glen – that wake Harold from his lifelong somnambulism while reassuring Maude that her plans for her own life are exactly what they should be. And the somewhat taboo romance that blossoms between them may be unlikely, but it is never treated by director Hal Ashby or screenwriter Colin Higgins (whose original, 20-minute-long script was his UCLA graduate school thesis) as anything less than wonderful and appropriate.

But the reason for the cult status of this curious little film is its completely deadpan humour, presented with so little emphasis that it takes several viewing to recognize all the little bits that are intended as funny. The parade that collides with one of the funerals Harold and Maude attend is an obvious one, but watch the scene in which Harold consults, under duress, with his shrink (G. Wood) – both men are dressed identically in rich-white-guy duds, a sly commentary on the too-staid, too-examined life Harold is expected to lead. Harold’s hilarious “suicides” are presented in so unobtrusive a manner, often occurring virtually unnoticed in the background as other events unfold in the foreground, that they replicate the lack of reaction from Harold’s disappointed mother (Vivian Pickles – her name alone is hilarious), who is a wonder of intentional woodenness, of upper-class disdain for anything boorish or vulgar.

With an uplifting and unsentimental score by Cat Stevens and a fresh and warm appreciation for the eccentricities – in people and in the world – that make life interesting, Harold and Maude is probably the most charming movie about death that’s ever been made.

MaryAnn Johanson

The Ben Folds Experience

The Ben Folds Experience goes on sale to the public at 11am ET this Wednesday, June 13, and we want YOU to be a part of it! To sweeten the pot a little, we have some great incentives for those who book early:

1. Admission to Ben's main theatre show is based on the order in which reservations are placed, so the sooner you book the better spot you'll get to see Ben live!

2. Early booking also gives you the best selection of cabins, including Balcony Suites which are always quick sell-outs.

3. Each guest in any cabin booked prior to July 9, 2007, will be invited to a Question-and-Answer session with Ben during the event!

4. And that's not all! Use your Sixthman ID to refer friends and family to join you on the cruise and earn entry for you and a guest into an intimate acoustic show by BEN!!

Just what is The Ben Folds Experience, you ask? BFE is a music-lovers dream, packed with 4 days of your favorite live music. The event is run festival style with multiple shows and activities going on at once, starting in the early afternoon and jamming right into the wee hours of the morning. Currently, Ben, along with friends Amanda Palmer of the Dresden Dolls, Corn Mo, and Eef Barzelay of Clem Snide, are all confirmed on the roster, and there's more to come! In total, more than a dozen musical acts and comedians will be on board.

Each artist will play at least two shows, but you never know when you may stumble across a late-night jam session with members of different bands. And where else might you have the opportunity to grab a slice of pizza with Eef, play a hand of black jack with Corn Mo, or lay out by the pool with a fruity drink in hand, listening to Ben play an impromptu set on the Lido deck? All of this and more could happen at any second on the Ben Folds Experience. We just launched a new event site at www.BenFoldsExperience.com, which includes tons of information to answer most of the questions you might have. Of course, feel free to contact us by calling 404-525-0222 or utilizing our real-time live support page by clicking HERE for any additional questions.

Make sure you also check out the "
Spread the Word" e-cards on the website. There are three different e-cards options - so pick the one you like best, and be the first to tell all your friends. They are the perfect way to send out your referral information!

To book a cabin this Wednesday, simply visit
www.BenFoldsExperience.com and click the "Book a Cabin" link at the top. If you don't feel comfortable booking online, you're welcome to book over the phone by calling 877-SIXTHMAN. The FAQ page on the site includes an answer to the question, "What information will I need to book my cabin?," which you might find helpful if you are booking online. You can also test drive our reservation system by clicking HERE.

We look forward to seeing you on the Ben Folds Experience!

Happy booking,

Sixthman / Ben Folds Experience
158 Moreland Ave SE, Atlanta GA 30316
404-525-0222 / 877-SIXTHMAN (Mon-Fri 10a-6p ET)
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