GWEN BREAKS UP WITH HERSELF
Gwen Stefani has said that she's done with her solo career and is focusing on No Doubt from now on. As she told Entertainment Weekly, her going solo was “a moment in time. . . . It went on a little longer than we all thought it would because it was inspired, and you have to go with wherever you're at in that time in your life. . . . [But] everything works out how it should.”
On her own, Stefani released two albums: Love. Angel. Music. Baby. in 2004 and The Sweet Escape in 2006. No Doubt reunited in summer 2008 and have been recording new music for an upcoming album since last year. From a June 8 Heard Mentality blog post by Lilledeshan Bose.
WHEN JUSTIN MET BRANDON
In the latest installment of our “Tag, You're It” series, Railroad to Alaska's Justin Suitor interviewed fellow “heavy music” warrior Brandon Seger of OMAHA. Our favorite response from Seger was to a question about the singer's lyrics-writing style:
“It seemed like at the birth of the alternative scene, Nirvana repopularized obscure lyrics that were hard to figure out,” Seger said. “Initially, it seemed very artistic and interesting because there was a meaning behind it. But what that turned into was people being able to just spout words and say, 'I'm obscure; I'm an artist.' I'm sorry, if there's no substance behind your obscurities, there's nothing to it.” From a June 9 post by Danielle Bacher.
THRICE’S RILEY BRECKENRIDGE RETURNS TO THE MUSIC BLOG . . . TO WRITE ABOUT FOOD SOME MORE!
As I pulled up to the menu board at the Carl's Jr. drive-thru, I ordered a Loaded Breakfast Burrito and hung my head in shame. A minute later, a friendly restaurant employee—with a smile that screamed, “You silly, fat, sad little man. You have no idea what you're about to do to yourself”—handed me a warm bag of remorse.
It's a loaded burrito all right. Loaded with regret, plus scrambled eggs, sausage, ham, bacon bits, hash-brown nuggets, shredded jack and Cheddar cheeses, and salsa all wrapped up in a warm flour tortilla.
I tried to eat the entire thing. I really did. But I failed. Miserably. By the time I got about two-thirds of the way through the burrito, I had to take a knee. Knowing what was likely to happen after stuffing myself with a bad decision, I cleared my schedule for the day; I fully expected to spend most of the rest of my day defiling my couch cushions and fogging the halls of my house (much to my lady's dismay). And that's exactly what happened. All. Day. Long. I hope that my intestinal despair is your enjoyable reading. From a June 7 post by Riley Breckenridge.
