The weather’s about to turn cooler and that means it’s time to break out your dopest gear and get ready to layer that shit. Yes, this fall will be dominated by button down collars, sweater vests, skinny jeans, and, of course, trilby hats. The indie kids on the coasts have likely moved on already but that doesn’t mean you slobs in the Midwest can’t run out and buy a sharp cut, thin-lapeled suit and don thy finest Urban Outfitter lid.
Want to really make the scene? Make sure your in-ear headphones are cranking GLONO’s Your Trilby Hat mix. When that dopey girl who answers the phone in the office glances at your iPod window and sees the likes of this mix on your Nano, she’ll know who she’s taking home after the holiday party this year.
Yes, get a sample of my questionable taste with a killer mix of soul, dub, rocksteady, and rock and roll. Nearly 40 songs that will rev up your autumn and dress up your dropsy and snide. The Melodians, Alton Ellis, Delroy Wilson, The Clovers, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, Etta James, Amy Winehouse (yep, fuck you), Booker T and the MGs…this is it.
The case — filed in Oregon and asserting claims under the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act and the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organization Act — details the RIAA’s alleged use of “illegal and flawed” methods when investigating people for downloading or swapping copyrighted songs without paying for them.
The plaintiff in the case, disabled single mother Tanya Andersen, claims the RIAA was aware of the faulty methods but has nonetheless filed lawsuits against innocent people in some cases.
Andersen claims she is not the only victim of such tactics and is therefore seeking class-action status for her suit. If the court grants that status, the RIAA could be facing a losing proposition because class-action suits can be extremely risky for defendants, in this case creating the potential for a big payout by the music labels.
Back in 1999, before Napster blew up, there was still a lot of great music on the internet. Sites like listen.com aggregated a bunch legit downloads (including mp3s, Liquid Audio files, etc.) from across the web, and that’s probably where I first came across the Go. Their song, “It Might Be Bad,” was a free download.
I probably read that they were a garage rock band from Detroit, and that Sub Pop was attempting to branch out beyond grunge, so I check out the song, liked it, and later picked up the album, Whatcha Doin’. That’s how we rolled back before myspace.
These days, the Go is mostly known as the band that Jack White played guitar with for a little while. But they’ve always been more than that. Main man Bobby Harlow knows what he’s doing, and while some people might blow him off as too retro, they’d be missing the fact that the Go makes great American psychedelic rock and roll, and they make it look simple. If you’ve heard The Weirdness, you’ll know this is no easy task; even the guy who invented this shit can’t get it right anymore. The Go, however, can and does.
“I stole my friend Leslie Feist’s album off the Internet because I was too lazy to go down to the office and pick it up. It’s that easy to steal music off the Internet. And I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing, but I also think there are people who love the band and genuinely want to support the band and have 10 bucks to spare. If you don’t give people the option at least to buy a record, then you can’t blame them for stealing it.”
In addition to being a great repository of long lost videos and concert footage, YouTube was always a great place to find embarrassing footage of your favorite stars. There was a wasted Britney sputtering gibberish in a hotel room; there was Hasselhoff sloshed and sorting through a hamburger; Paula Abdul clearly off her rocker on morning news…
But with the sale of YouTube to Google, thus folding it under a massive corporate umbrella, how much longer can we expect these gems that humanize our heroes? Ok, nobody considers Paula Abdul a hero, but you get my drift.
A search today of “Beyonce Falls” leads me to believe our days are numbered. Notice that fan footage of Ms. Knowles face planting at a recent Orlando show has been removed from YouTube by dint of a “copyright claim by Sony BMG.” Copyright to what? Beyonce hitting the floor? The video I attempted to view was all of 13 seconds so I think any claim to the music could be written off as fair use. So why has YouTube caved? Because Big Business helps Big Business.
We’re going to mix it up a little bit this month and just like Billboard, we’re going to break out our “catalog” chart from our “current” chart from now on. Why? Because we’re sick of looking at that goddamn t.A.T.u. piece (which dropped to #2 this month, ho ho).
This is great. Something I never would’ve imagined. Vanity Fair has an 8,000-word feature and interview with Sly Stone by David Kamp: Sly Stone’s Higher Power: Fame & Scandal. It’s a great read, with lots of surprising details.
This snippet reveals that his mind is sharp, and that he’s still as funny and weird as ever:
He doesn’t flinch when I broach the subject of his hunched posture and neck brace, but it’s clear he doesn’t want to break out the M.R.I.’s, either. “I fell off a cliff,” he says. “I was walking in my yard in Beverly Hills, missed my footing, and started doing flips. But you know what? I had a plate of food in my hand. And when I landed, I still had a plate of food in my hand. That’s the God-lovin’ truth. I did not drop a bean.”
I grew up on Sly’s music. I might’ve even been conceived after a Sly and the Family Stone concert (which would explain why I am so funky). I am very happy to hear that he’s well and doing okay. And while the idea of new music from him makes me a little nervous, it’s hard not to be excited by the idea. What if it’s great?
In the end you’ll still be you / One that’s done all the things you set out to do / There’s a cross for you to bear / Things to go through if you’re going anywhere…
Congrats to the crew over at the Out Route, who are celebrating the first anniversary of their launch. The sports desk of Glorious Noise, headquartered in New Jersey, has been kicking the shit out of sports coverage for a whole year now.
Like a lot of blogs, they’re having a bit of a crisis of confidence and wondering how to proceed. If you have recommendations on things they can do to make writing about sports more fulfilling, let them know.
In other GLONO subsidiary news, our national affairs desk POLJUNK has been steady ripping it up with the addition of some hot new contributors. Sock it to ’em, fellas.