As if selling licensing of Kurt’s songs for video game ads or shitty TV shows weren’t enough, Courtney Love now plans to sell off nearly all of his remaining possessions under her control. I guess the massive money dead celebrity auctions is taking in these days is just too much to pass up.
Would selling off all her father’s keepsakes ultimately rob daughter Francis Bean of her birthright? “My daughter doesn’t need to inherit a giant hefty bag full of flannel fucking shirts,” said Love. “A sweater, a guitar and the lyrics to ‘(Smells Like) Teen Spirit’ — that’s what my daughter gets. And the rest of it we’ll just fucking sell.”
And Courtney drops further in the collective eyes of Nirvana fans…
Question of the Day: When Courtney dies, what are the three things you think Bean should hold onto?
GLONO friends and killer live band Two Cow Garage gets some love from MSNBC. It’s an odd write-up that quotes someone else as saying Two Cow has some similarities to Zeppelin and Quiet Riot (!?!?), a claim singer Micah Schnabel doesn’t deny. When pressed to describe his own impression of Two Cow’s sound, Micah said, “Probably a John-Cougar-Mellencamp-fronting-Nirvana thing. But I don’t know, that may be way off base.” It’s not, actually.
I hear there’s (finally) a No Depression feature on the boys in the works too. It’s about time these guys got some wider exposure. Heaven knows we’ve been tooting their horn for years…
Back in 1967, after Brian Epstein died, Aspinall was briefly considered to take over NEMS. But according to Bob Spitz, at the time “even George Martin thought Neil lacked ‘sufficient clout’ and, applying typical British prejudice, ‘was out of his class’ in dealing with the genteel executives who ran major record labels.” He has since, of course, proved otherwise.
I wonder if his ouster had anything to do with EMI’s dealings with iTunes, or perhaps the long overdue remastering of he Beatles catalog…
Detroit Tango publishes the United States District Court’s Findings Of Fact And Conclusions Of Law (along with some pointed commentary) in the case that prevented the MC5 documentary, A True Testimonial, from being distributed.
The gist: the judge ruled in favor of the filmmakers.
The Honorable Andrew J. Guilford, United States District Judge, issued his ruling on March 31, 2007. My favorite “fact” is this one:
31. Defendants were first-time filmmakers who spent eight years of their lives trying to create a documentary film that would be historically truthful, a documentary that would celebrate the talent and creativity of the MC5 band, a documentary that would say something about the 60’s, and would say something about the present. They succeeded, and the film merits wide distribution for the enjoyment and edification of the masses.
I’ve seen the movie and I wholeheartedly agree with Judge Guilford: it deserves to be seen. Let’s hope everyone involved can set aside their differences and get this movie out to the people who need to see it. Hey Rhino, make it happen!
Sometimes it seems like every single sucker who gets hassled by the RIAA for filesharing rolls over and pays the $3,750 settlement to put the whole mess behind them. A lot of them do. But more and more people are refusing to be coerced into accepting that deal.
And the latest update in lawsuit against Patti Santangelo (remember her from last year? Help Fight Goliath: Mom vs. RIAA) is that the RIAA is trying to drop its case against her without paying her legal bills. The judge refused to allow the RIAA to drop the case without prejudice, so they’ll either have to drop it with prejudice and pay her bills, or take it trial and surely lose.
All of these—and many others—all have their “stars” on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. This week they were joined by The Doors. Which puts them in the company of the likes of Liberace and Anne Murray.
By the way, if you’ve got a sufficiently convincing story and $25K, you, too, may be able to secure your own star. Yes, a bit more than that outfit that will name a star after you and put it in a book in the patent office, but just imagine. Dogs, bums and other creatures will get to urinate all over you at will. But then again, not all of us are Kenny G, Kenny Loggins or Kenny Rodgers [sic].
Dr. Hunter S. Thompson killed himself two years ago today. We miss him a lot, especially as the presidential race is starting to warm up. While it’s depressing to think we’ll never be able to read his thoughts on Barack vs. Hillary, there’s still a lot of stuff coming up to keep a fan busy.
Mediocre quality versions of many of these songs have been traded around by fans for years, and mp3s had been available at Elliott Smith: B-Sides & Other Songs, but the songs appearing on New Moon have recently been removed “by request.” Fair enough. It will be great to finally get to hear this material in the fidelity it deserves.