November 22, 2013 § Leave a comment
Anyhoo, this is fun:
“For everyone who wasn’t black, Native American, Filipino, Spanish, the Dulles brothers, Chinese, Japanese, Cuban, familiar with our history with the Barbary pirates, Lenny Bruce, Lady Bird Johnson, a citizen of any number of African countries having their anti colonialist ambitions consistently under cut by American “national interests”, a woman of any color other than white, fuck it-a white woman too, or generally paying attention in any way shape or form; November 22nd was the end of America’s sense of innocence. Aw.
But I came not to mock our arguably prettiest president, but to praise a song about his death. There are many great songs about JFK’s death but to discuss them all would result in a listicle and, ha-ha, I’m not going to do that. No, I want to talk about the best song about Kennedy, the second best Misfits song, the worst choice for a first song at your wedding; Bullet.”
Go read the rest over at Noisey.
November 20, 2013 § Leave a comment
Hey interwebs! We are hurtling toward the holidays. A lot more baking while listening to Nightvale in my kitchen, a lot fewer shenanigans and debauchery. It evens out, I suppose.
Here’s the new Sandrider record. Heavy as hell Total Festies on Seattle’s Good to Die Records, as you might recall. (I think I’m going to start using that instead of saying Total Fest alumni, because it takes longer to type and I can’t be bothered to find out if I’m using the Latin correctly.)
Over on the lighter, garage-ier, poppier side of things, Rubber Brother Records has released a short comp (available on cassette, what year is this???) and for streaming on Bandcamp. A BOYS song produced by Chris Baumann is on it. Neato!
Also there’s a new Lawrence Arms song out and the album is available for preorder. I’m not even gonna bother linking to that, as anyone who would care to probably knows about it already. I’ve already seen peeps posting covers of it. I mean, it sounds good. It sounds like Larry Arms. I’ll be stoked when the album proper comes out.
Nov. 20 is the international Transgender Day of Remembrance (sometimes called Recognition) in honor of people who’ve been killed because they were trans*. Here’s a neat graphic explaining the asterisk in trans*. Here’s a list of folks that are being memorialized this year. (Warning for violent content and hatecrimes, btw.)
If you’re not familiar with transphobia or TDOR, here’s some basic info: “Trans people are often targeted for violence becausetheir gender presentation, appearance and/or anatomy falls outside the norms of what is considered acceptable for a woman or man.”
And here’s a nifty interactive map showing the evolution of non-discrimination laws in the U.S. from 2000-2013. Near as I can tell, Missoula and Bozeman are the only blue spots for miles around.
And, while I’m being all feministy on your asses, Albuquerque voters rejected a ban on late-term abortions. Way to go in only quoting an anti-choicer, CNN. And dear God, don’t read those comments. If you would like to see a film that depicts some women in Albuquerque and the circumstances that led them to seek a late-term abortion, lookit, After Tiller is screening at the Roxy this weekend.
In other news, R2D2 is the first confirmed character for the seventh Star Wars. I would really like to pretend like that movie is not happening. But my brother, who is loyal to Star Wars to the end of the earth, will not let me keep my head under the sand.
Okay, that’s enough bloggity blog.
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November 14, 2013 § Leave a comment
hey lovelies. As you might have guessed, it is November in Missoula! There ain’t even any snow! Which means there ain’t shit going on! And I feel compelled to say “ain’t” a lot in anticipation of going home to eastern Montana for the holidays!
Here’s a cool sampler from Bridge Nine Records. Lots of rad hardcore on it. And a Crime in Stereo song that sounded weirdly to me like Conor Oberst was singing. That could be because I am quite caffeinated.
Here’s a rad case for why Spongebob Squarepants is a Marxist.
To heck with Movember. This Dinovember thing sounds amazing. I want to do it even though I do not have children. My bestie is easily amused, though, so maybe I’ll sneak in her place and arrange toys while she is passed out/hungover. (If she is reading this, lol, I kid! totally kid!)
Oh, and it’s never too early to think about Rock ‘n Roll Lotto, local music-types. February. VFW. Boom.
November 11, 2013 § Leave a comment
Hey all! There’s a cool Total Festy-type band playing the Badlander tonight for a free show! Nifty! Vaz is a rock outfit from Brooklyn; take a listen. The esteemed Jason McMackin describes its focus as “instrumental ass-kickery.” I think the show gets going after trivia around 10:30, and it’s free, but most likely 21-plus, sorry.
In nonlocal happenings, here’s a band (with members of Coalesce, Hopesfall, Casket Lottery) called Anakin that, near as I can tell does not contain any actual Star Wars references. But does make awesome, depressed synthy driving rock that sounds straight out of the late 90s. (To me, anyway, though I should probably admit I do not distinctly recall the late 90s, as I was approximately 9 years old and still into doing stuff like watching Bugs Bunny and accidentally drinking fertilizer. I lived!)
November 6, 2013 § Leave a comment
Happy fucking winter is here, everybody! Let the dark beer drinking, sweater wearing and pool playing commence!
Some fun things from around the interwebs:
Mitch Clem’s How to Book a Punk Show is pretty spot-on. I particularly liked the “get the local alt weekly freebie paper to plug it in their calendar.”
Brittney Griner is so fucking cool. She’s 6’8, plays in the WNBA and models menswear. Here’s part of her Elle profile: “She retreats into the tiny bathroom to change from her low-slung jeans and Nike T-shirt—the company has signed her to model its menswear, the first time a woman has had that gig—into her suit for Conan. Once the stylist has fussed over her, including rolling her pants cuffs to just the right height, lest they hike up if she crosses her legs—“I never cross my legs,” Griner assures her—Kagawa Colas calls her over for a quick makeup session. “See, it looks like nothing,” she says as she puts the slightest smudge of foundation and undereye concealer on Griner’s smooth, flawless skin.”
Here’s “The Logic of Stupid Poor People,” about why low-income people buy expensive things: “One thing I’ve learned is that one person’s illogical belief is another person’s survival skill. And nothing is more logical than trying to survive.”
Also Worriers was one of many fantastic bands I saw at Fest. Features Lauren from the Measure SA (RIP.) Good shtuff. Go listen. Feelingsy, poppy.
In Missoula-related news, stuff’s slowing way down what with the holidays and all, but there’s some bright spots. Buddy Jackson plays their last show of the year Saturday with 64 Tuna and Friends of Cesar Romero. (Although I believe this is at least the second “last show of the year” for BJ, so whatevs.)
Oh! And FILMAGE: The Story of Descendents/All is showing tomorrow (Thursday) at the Roxy, and I am mega stoked to see it again. So good. Hope to see everybody there.
November 2, 2013 § Leave a comment
Quick note, my lovelies, to remind you all that your faithful editor is busy representing Montana at Fest, and acquitting herself quite well if I say so myself. It sounds like the Halloween shows were excellent, and Tossers, Cuntz and Wankers appear to have been delightful fellows.
Some Fest highlights that spring to mind so far: Menzingers’ super sweaty and packed set, Mikey Erg’s solo dealio, Dopamines being hilarious, drinking with belligerent Australians whose accents are nearly unintelligible (it turns out they do not drink Fosters), Code Orange Kids fucking heavy as all hell, getting a bloody nose at the Slow Death’s set (yay, my blood is staining one of the stages now), seeing Filmage which is fantastic if you love pop punk even the tiniest bit, an Op Ivy cover band, Sundowner doing long slow versions of Larry Arms songs, and, er, many other fantastic things, too many to name. And a lot of what happens at Fest stays at Fest, so heyo.
Gonna go rustle up some food and hair of the dog.