This mix covers the highlights of the Electric Six discography to date, from Fire on through Flashy. Though this disc will certainly be a great deal of fun for E6 fans, it is intended for casual listeners and the unconverted.
It’s Showtime! / Rock and Roll Evacuation / Dance Commander / Flashy Man / Mr. Woman / Fabulous People / Randy’s Hot Tonight! / Infected Girls / Danger! High Voltage / The Future Is In The Future / Dance Pattern / I Buy The Drugs / We Were Witchy Witchy White Women / Down At McDonnelzz / Dance Epidemic / She’s White / Formula 409 / Kukuxumusu / Night Vision / Improper Dancing / Lovers Beware / Jimmy Carter / Gay Bar / Germans In Mexico
A few times this weekend I attempted/failed to explain the Electric Six sound to the uninitiated. If you are one of those people, forget anything I said and just download the fuck out of this.
Watching “Freak On A Leash” on my 120 Minutes-culled vhs (followed by Sleater-Kinney!)…yow. That moment near the end of the alternapop era (Woodstock ‘94 to Woodstock ‘99) when critics were trying to “get” Korn and Limp Bizkit, not yet certain these bands were scorching the earth for all us feminist, esoterica-curious wimps (allegedly critics gave similar consideration to Grand Funk at the dusk of the hippie-pop era). I would occasionally play the Tasmanian devil beatbox break from this on a loop during my radio shifts freshman year, being the only indie DJ remotely “cool” with nu-metal. Whatever, I still prefer this shit to Sam Prekop.
And this will not be the last alternapop-themed post I write over the next few months. Not by a long shot.
I can see why you might not get too worked up over Les Paul dying. His music is fine enough but has not aged as well as some, and at this particular juncture having his name attached to an object that’s become more of a boomer status symbol than a fantastically useful tool is almost an albatross. But give the man a thought, if you will. Inventing (maybe) the solidbody electric guitar is cause enough for praise, but as the guy who invented multitrack recording, you owe him a debt of gratitude if you like any music made after 1950. He was old enough, and it’s not particularly sad, but the fact is that Les Paul invented sounds, beautiful and wonderful sounds that made our everyday environment sound different. That’s a hell of a thing.
No “Tomorrow Never Knows” without Les Paul. Arguably multitrack was as big an invention as the guitar. A humble giant.
If you suspect, as I do, that all true sea changes in music are based on technology rather than aesthetic or fashion, this dude makes Mount Rushmore.
Rosario Dawson is probably the most likable person in movies who consistently appears in awful ones - Eagle Eye, Killshot,Clerks II, Seven Pounds, Rent, etc. Her best major role may have been in the worst Quentin Tarantino movie. Next she’ll be in The Zookeeper, in which talking animals voiced by celebrities will try to win her heart for zookeeper Kevin James. KEVIN JAMES! WTF, Rosario? I bet she’s got some sweet, goofy reason for doing it, like that she always wanted to work with a chimpanzee or some other cuddly creature. Christian Bale said he only did Captain Corelli’s Mandolin because he was going to swim with a dolphin, and then they cut the scene. Sad Christian Bale. Sad Rosario Dawson.
One Last AMTV Observation Before I Find Something Better To Watch
They just showed a new Fefe Dobson video. I remember her having a “Got Milk?” ad several years ago, but I don’t think she had an actual hit. The clip had her spotlit in front of a school locker, shaking, clapping and pointing at us. Occasionally the screen would split to show two or three shots of her standing in front of the school locker, miming enthusiasm without moving her feet from the X on the floor. I realize video budgets are small, but ffs.
This was followed by a douchey Kanye acolyte (is that redundant?) and a girl named Just Kait who probably first picked up a guitar after seeing a Michelle Branch video and was likely passed on by Disney. Thank you for shattering the “if only they played more videos!” illusion, MTV.
They played a two year old Muse video. Are they widening the Logan’s Run window? Should I be excited?
Jay Sean references two Akon singles in one line. Ballsy.
Leighton Meester looks embarrassed in the Cobra Starship video, and I can’t blame her.
During the Britney Spears’ “I’m A Slave 4 U” VMA performance - are they exploiting her again this year? - all I can think of is Sarah Palin. If I was Chuck Klosterman I’d ponder this further in my next book.
What seemed like poonhound Ian Curtis seven years ago now seems like Ian McCullough with Asperger’s. Unless there’s a sea change planned for the next album, it’s hard to imagine why I ever made REM analogies.
Was half-excited for that upcoming “average couple trapped with psychos in the jungle” movie because a) it stars Milla Jovovovovich, Steve Zahn and Timothy Olyphant - winners all - and b) I should support wide-released b-movies that aren’t blown up into potential franchise “events.” Only it turns out the writer/director’s last film was The Chronicles Of Riddick. Woof.
Somehow, I did not realize until five minutes ago that you can pronounce it “Ridic.”
Admittedly, I did not watch the whole movie, but from what I could tell, the premise of Bolt (hilariously shown on my Megabus ride yesterday) might just be the stupidest ever: a dog on television cannot ever learn that it is on television because its acting might suffer. For real.
This movie was the most thematically incoherent I’d seen in a while - what exactly are kids supposed to get from a movie about pets that crosses The Truman Show with Entourage? Do we want them to know what a “talk show junket” is? A dog discovers that he’s been lied to his whole life but eventually returns (with an abandoned alley cat and a gerbil that doesn’t miss his family for some reason) and saves the little actress who truly loved him and together they leave the heartless world of Hollywood. I can’t complain about what moral or values they were pushing, as I’m not even sure what they could have been. The gushing over Pixar made a loooot more sense after seeing this.
And yeah, why were we showing a movie called BOLT on the Megabus anyway?