By Gustavo Arellano
By R. Scott Moxley
By Alfonso Delgado
By Courtney Hamilton
By Joel Beers
By Peter Maguire
By Charles Lam
By Charles Lam
Photo by Zack GoldTHURSDAY, JULY 21
Saw this new band the Grabs last night, and because this is the column where I use the small words, I report only that they are darling as fuck: Patti Smith singing over Television/Modern Lovers guitar, a CBGB's band that would never descend to T-shirts and jeans. Find 'em if you mind 'em.
CORRECTIONS: We reported that Darby Crash said "Rawwwwwwwwwwww, who the fuck is managing my esssssssssstate?" when contacted beyond the grave; in fact, the Crash estate consists of 12 minutes of unreleased footage of him vomiting black pills, currently managed by Penelope Spheeris. We also reported that the Germs bio-pic will never be released; in fact, the Germs bio-pic is on track for a fall 20006 [NOTE TO FACTCHECKERS: THAT'S 20006] release. We also neglected to mention the "Paris Hilton Sex Tape" bit was a joke made by Alexis "RE: discounetd Cialis, Levitra in deecesrt packages" Haase, who you don't know but she's cool.
ALSO: We reported that Beck(at the OCFairtoday) smokes a lot of weed and sings gibberish in Spanish; due to a typographical miscommunication, "Beck" should actually have read "Dios Malos," or possibly "Gustavo Arellano."
ReelBigFishfor two well-supervised nights at the HOB;you laugh now (or you probably don't, do you, little man?), but Reel Big Fish were as in tune with their times as the early Beach Boys, and if America hadn't been ready to relate to a bitter first-chair trumpet player finding out that junior college was a lot more unforgiving than he thought it would be, well, they wouldn't have sold so many records, would they? As a guy I know once said: "When it comes to suburban ska bands from Orange County, I think they could have been the best ever." You get the bands you deserve. And now, playing next weekend's San Diego Street Scene: Louis XIV!
PLUS: DekeDickersonin his natural habitat at the Doll Hut—why sweat at the Hoot when you could sit and sip right now? One day, Deke will be California's last actual guitar player. The British knew it, and so did the American blues guys they ripped off: it takes a scholar to really play rock & roll.
ALSO: Gram Rabbit—Gram Parson's name, Garbage's vibe; they should have just been Gram Manson or Garbage Manson or Gram Garbage, but then again, I do have a problem with subtlety. Gram . . . Garbage. At the Galaxy.
PLUS: Aterciopeladosand more at the OC Fair; Lucerosteels guitars at the Glass House; Colin Hay: A Man at Work at the Coach House.
Eminemand 50Centheadline the SubstantialFinancialPortfolioManagementTourover LilJonand G-Unitand D12and Eminem pet project Stat Quo. They recently had a tour bus crash in Missouri, but you have to crash a bus into 50 Cent at least nine times before he even notices, so it wasn't a big deal. In related news, Ja Rule still exists, or did at press time. At the GlenHelenHyundaiPavillionin Devore; I once saw a brilliant Sex Pistols show here and counted a million broken-down Hyundais baking in their own radiator steam as I drove home.
ALSO: "Ask a Mexican" how he got kicked out of ReventonSuperEstrellaat the Ponda few years back, or just assume he was drunk and embarrassing himself in front of a blushing senorita . . . how you say? Dia de losstereotypes? With (per the Mexican) actual good bands this year. Like Juanes.
AND: TheDestroyersOCperform the Adolescents' blue album in its entirety at Fitzgerald'sin HB, which bands have been doing at Fitzgerald's for years, though never before with the courtesy to admit it. Next week: the Descendents' I Don't Want to Grow Up.
PLUS: Stacks Vinyl/KDAY/Beat Junkies/Rock the Bells fest DJIcyIceat club Releaseat Detroit; the Psychedelic Fursplay sober in shorts at the OC Fair; DJ Wade—the barfing bloody bassist of the Orphans—delivers the good shit at Alex's; Reel Big Fishagain at HOB.
Steve Lowery has a great story about this incident he had with Stevie Nicks, and another great story about this incident his brother had with Jonathan Richman, but I don't remember them except they both end badly and I think one has Steve going, "Stevie, noooooooooooooo!" At the Pondfor a really weird crowd.
A: Yes. Oh, wait. Says Yellowman to a newspaper in Hawaii: "I think everybody has a right to live, to take a position. If you're gay or not gay, you have a right. In my older songs, I was joking around and took a homophobic stand. I'm not like other artists who bring violence against gay people." So anyway, yes. At the OC Fair.
PLUS: It'sCasualand the Chuck Dukowski Sextetget heavy at Alex's; Megadethget hairy at Verizon.
I bought a soul 45 last week where the guy—Nolan Porter, much beloved of Paul Weller, for all you people who can't form a musical opinion without consulting a flabby old British man—finishes the song by saying, "I'm too young to be hung up on this SHIT!" That's standard 45 philosophy—sucker song on one side, scary song on the other—but it's still pretty heavy to hear someone who isn't Blowfly releasing R-rated vintage vinyl. Sadly, Nolan got too cocky after this record charted in 1971, and his follow-up "If I Could Only Be Sure"/"Face Down Ass Up" flopped.
Mötley Crüe: You guys are basically zoo animals now, you know? Kill your fans because they say they love you, but they all laugh later. Also: tour with Cheap Trick. At Verizon.
Garbageand HotHotHeatplay the OC Fair, which has reinvented itself as probably the hippest county fair in America—it's pretty much got a better lineup than the Siren Festival in NYC—and which will probably book Lou Reed next year. Or the White Stripes. Seriously: Beck, the Decemberists, Hot Hot Heat, Garbage, X, the Plimsouls and the Psychedelic Furs make for a pretty credible MySpace profile if you're trying to bait a mopey sex partner with a messenger bag and half a communications major at OCC, and yet . . . that's the county fair. Usually at county fairs, you rope goats for scholarship money and then eat kettle corn before Tobey Keith goes on. Sadly, since this is OC, no one will notice or care and our disillusioned fair coordinators will probably quit in disgust, their good works forgotten when the 2007 OC Fair—theme: "Orange: It's Red Hot!"—returns to a more traditional schedule with Sugar Ray, ZZ Top, and a band that covers Journey and Blink 182, all of whom will be appearing at the LA County Fair in September.
The WhiteStripessecret-till-someone-got-on-AIM show at the Glass House, where Jack White could personally congratulate Chris Ziegler on the only honest review his new album has received. "It's important for writers to offer clear and thoughtful feedback on any sort of creative work," Jack might say. "I think what we're really both after is something meaningful and lasting, and I'm happy that someone tells it like it is. And I understand that he's obligated to make a lot of drug and bathroom jokes just to drag readers in Orange County to the bottom of the page. Fart!"
PLUS: FloggingMollydrags drunks to the OC Fair; Arrested Development(the rappers, not, like, Will Arnett) at the Vault; DJ Pubesat club L_ephunkat Detroit.
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