Singer Morrissey, 49, and guitarist Johnny Marr, 45, are said to have healed their bitter rift and are now regularly in touch with each other.
One source said yesterday: “The very fact they are talking again is the most hopeful thing in years. The industry has been buoyant with talk of them getting back together.
“A lot of people think of them as the best thing since the Beatles. They’d fill stadiums many times over.”
We’d love to see it. But it’s not going to happen. Johnny Marr just joined the Cribs, for one thing, and they’re going on tour next year. Plus, Morrissey very publicly loathes Smiths drummer Mike Joyce, who sued Morrissey and Marr in 1996 over profits from the Smiths, and was awarded over £1 million in back pay. And without Joyce and bassist Andy Rourke, it’s not the Smiths. It would be cool to see Morrissey and Marr together, but it wouldn’t be the Smiths.
Not to mention the fact that Morrissey has said, “I would rather eat my own testicles than reform The Smiths, and that’s saying something for a vegetarian.”
Ever notice how these kinds of headline-grabbing rumors start up every time somebody’s got a new album to promote?
“Let’s see. . .IMG”—that’s IMG Sports & Entertainment, which participates in “product and brand licensing; consulting services; event ownership and management; collegiate marketing, media, and licensing; fashion events and models representation; golf course design; and client representation in golf, tennis, broadcasting, speakers, European football, rugby, cricket, motor sports, coaching, Olympic and action sports”—”represents Tiger Woods, Eli and Peyton Manning, Venus Williams, Jeff Gordon, and. . .Stevie Van Zandt.”
So says Steven Van Zandt, who, according to the IMG bio, “is a musician, songwriter, arranger, record producer, actor, human rights activist, and radio disc jockey.” And can we now add corporate flack?
Guitar phenom Joe Satriani is suing Coldplay claiming the band’s single “Viva La Vida” ripped off his 2004 song “If I Could Fly.” This sort of thing happens a lot, especially if the defendant is a mega-selling powerhouse, but the similarities are compelling. A crafty Youtuber has combined the songs for you to hear for yourself and has apperently stoked the anger of Coldplay fans. Yes, they get angry when they’re not shopping at World Market.
Six months ago, we linked to a Techdirt article wherein Blaise Alleyne challenged the premises of ASCAP’s “Bill of Rights” for Songwriters. One of our regular commenters immediately rebutted Alleyne’s arguments (“That post is BS and uses disingenuous comparisons to make untenable points.”). It took him a while, but Alleyne finally responded:
The problem with the copyright crutch is that digital audio files are an infinite good. The price naturally tends toward zero because the supply is infinite. Musicians and music fans alike would be much better off leveraging the infinite value of digital music (i.e. spreading thread music as far and wide as possible), and capitalize on the scarcities associated with their music (e.g. physical goods like CDs, concert tickets, access to the musician, the ability to create new music, etc.).
ASCAP is stuck trying to enforce artificial scarcity on music through draconian copyright measures. Good luck with that. Musicians would be better off not to get sucked into the sinking ship, but to leverage the economics of abundance to their advantage.
I’m linking it to here so it doesn’t just get lost in the itty bitty comments section…
Weezer and the programmers of popular iPhone application Tap Tap Revenge have teamed up to create “Christmas With Weezer” featuring six Christmas classics recorded exclusively for the game (“Oh Come All Ye Faithful”, “First Noel”, “Hark The Herald Angel Sings”, “O Holy Night”, “Silent Night”, “We Wish You a Merry Christmas”) and two bonus tracks (“Pork And Beans”, “The Greatest Man That Ever Lived”). Players “tap and shake their devices to the tunes of the music” in the iPhone equivalent of Guitar Hero/Rock Band.
Chicago Sun-Times pop music critic Jim DeRogatis takes a look back to the promising music scene in Chicago in the mid-90s: The curse of alternative nostalgia: What the heck happened to the Class of ’93? For those of you too young to remember or too otherwise occupied to give a shit at the time, the Class of ’93 included Urge Overkill, Liz Phair, Veruca Salt, and Smashing Pumpkins. DeRo checks back after a decade and a half to see where they are now:
“Alternative to what?” we may once again ask, and finally the answer is obvious: “Absolutely nothing.” Like so many rock bands before them, 15 years down the road, the most promising members of the Class of ’93 are treading dangerously close to that sad but true scene in “Spinal Tap” where the aging metal legends find themselves playing at the state fair.
In your rush to pat these three pandering sluts on the heinie, you miss what has been obvious to the “bullshit” crowd all along: These are not “alternative” artists any more than their historical precursors. They are by, of and for the mainstream. Liz Phair is Rickie Lee Jones (more talked about than heard, a persona completely unrooted in substance, and a fucking chore to listen to), Smashing Pumpkins are REO Speedwagon (stylistically appropriate for the current college party scene, but ultimately insignificant) and Urge Overkill are Oingo Boingo (Weiners in suits playing frat party rock, trying to tap a goofy trend that doesn’t even exist). You only think they are noteworthy now because some paid publicist has told you they are, and you, fulfilling your obligation as part of the publicity engine that drives the music industry, spurt about them on cue.
Does rockcrit get any better than the phrase, “Weiners in suits playing frat party rock”? I’m going to incorporate that phrase into my everyday language.
We abandoned our GLONO charts a while ago after spambots started compromising the data. Turns out that some spammers really love the Neil Young album, Living with War. Who knew?
Our methodology remains the same: If it’s from the current year (2008), it’s current. If it’s older than that, it’s catalog. Spambots are not filtered from the results, but trust us, they really love Neil Young.
Last month, we told you about the Mountain Goats’ plans to put out a new double-7″ EP in a “hi-gloss UV gatefold sleeve […] in a limited edition of 666 copies” as a tour only release. Well, the digital download is available now in AAC (256kbps), MP3 (320kbps), AIFF, and FLAC formats. You can pay whatever you think is fair.
All files are available at no cost to the listener; you need not give us your email address or anything. Donations, however, through either PayPal or Google Checkout, are greatly appreciated, and, lest there be any question, are earnestly desired; neither the recording nor the mastering were free, and this site exists as something of an experiment. If you choose to accept these songs, please stop by the collection plate and sow your faith-seed, which, like a grain of mustard, et cetera.
1. Sarcofago Live
2. Wizard Buys a Hat
3. Satanic Messiah
4. Gojam Province 1968
This is an exciting time for music fans. Hopefully, the experiment will prove that even bands that don’t have the major label cultivated fanbases of Nine Inch Nails and Radiohead can pull this off with a base of dedicated fans who give a shit about the livelihood of their favorite musicians…