Nick was so kind to tip me off to this hotter than hot cover of the new issue of Fader featuring the omni-present White Stripes! As of right now, you can listen to 3 exclusive MP3 interview clips on the Fader blog.
Feel the hotness!
In other Stripes news, V2 Records exec Andy Gershon drafted off a letter to Hits editor-in-chief, Leonard Beers, about how Get Behind Me Satan has gotten the draft from the industry mag b/c V2 doesn’t doll out the payolla. Read about the record industry rumble of words right here.
In other Fader news, check out this pic of James Murphy and Michael Pitt.
Jack White has used the “message” section of the White Stripes official site to say a few not so enthusiastic words about Chris Handyside and Everett True–both authors of biographies about the band. He calls Handyside, a “Detroit opportunist” who asked all the wrong people all the wrong questions. Eeek! Everett True gets off easy, Jack simply calls his book “sh-t horrible.” He also lets off steam about “some jerk” that was trying to sell off photos of the band and crew in the Amazon as photos of his wedding to Karen Elson. Finally, he ends the message by plugging Meg’s new song, “Who’s a Big Baby?,” the b-side of the “Blue Orchid” single released in the UK. Love that song title!
UNRELATED LINKS: Adam Green looking a bit haggard; Ultra was kidnapped by the Killers in the 2005 real-life version of Almost Famous–except no one got electrocuted or defiled by a group of 15-year-old band-aids.
Holy hell! This city is getting so hot I’m breaking out in a heat rash! Me and one-year-old infants.
Yesterday I was supposed to go to the aforementioned Diesel-U-Music event at the Roxy. I was running a bit late, so I missed the “VIP reception in honor of the winners” and arrived there at 8:30. (A girl’s gotta eat!) When I strolled up to the venue, I moaned a little bit–there were two enormous lines of people waiting to get in: one line for “ticket holders” and one line for “VIP/Press/Artists.” Both lines were chock-full-o’ bronzed bodies, big clunky metal belts, skunk hair dye jobs, and tinted sunglasses. Basically it was a line full of people who were just far too cool for me to rub shoulders against for several hours, so before you could say “I’m not worthy,” I turned around and walked back from whence I came. Loser.
In other news, everyone keeps sending me this link to an interview Jack and Meg did with NPR that was aired this week. I’m slightly disturbed by the fact that everyone knows how psychotically fanatical I am about the White Stripes, and that so many people are fanatically listening to NPR.
Speaking of the White Stripes, was anyone else as psyched as I was that Get Behind Me Satan has finally come out? I haven’t stopped listening to it since I got it in the mail on Tuesday. Well, that is when I haven’t been making like the other 700,000 sissy-lovers world wide who are listening to their newly bought X & Y album by Coldplay. Man, I’ve been ingesting so much Coldplay for the last month that I kinda shudder when I try to listen to the album. I need to slowly step away from the Coldplay and try to return to my normal life of hating all new music.
Woah! Ever wonder what it would sound like if Interpol covered a Human League cover of a Joy Division song while singing Franz Ferdinand lyrics? No? Well She Wants Revenge has apparently decided to make a career out of doing that very thing. Their management company makes no mention of the previous musical references, instead they choose to describe them as “new wave alt-pop influenced by Depeche Mode
and Bauhaus but with a modern flavor.” Check out an mp3 of their song “Out of Control” and see who you agree with.
Tonight is the event that I think every blogger was invited to, the Diesel-U-Music Awards 2005. It’s being held at the Roxy and Out Hud, We Are Scientists, and Busdriver are performing with DJ sets by Mark Ronson and DJ Lindsey in between performances. See and be seen, sukkas.
Here’s a great reference for you to bookmark: Prefix Magazine has an ongoing list of all the FREE shows happening in and around NYC this summer. Check it out and get your poor on!
Early on in the evening The Futureheads did a private acoustic gig for Swatch at Pianos. By the time I arrived at the venue, they had already stopped letting people in. Luckily I got myself in with some help. When I went upstairs to where they were playing, it was jam-packed with sweaty, wet folks. I weaved in and out of the crowd and finally got myself to a spot where I could see the band. There was about 12 inches of space from where the band was sitting and the blogerazzi, so the digital camera holders were basically snapping photos right in the Futureheads’ faces…which was kind of appropriate seeing as how the name of the product that Swatch was trying to get hipsters to be interested in is a new line of watches called “Paparazzi” that gets MSN and Time Out New York content fed to it or something.
But the most important thing about this watch is that it has the stupidest name ever for a product. Why in the world would you want to associate yourself with paparazzi? Was the name “Ambulance Chaser” already taken by another product? I thought about buying a Paparazzi Swatch watch and immediately after putting it on start chasing celebrities down with my black van and a big telephoto lens camera. As soon as I get sued for side-swiping Chris Martin‘s SUV, I’m going to sue Swatch. My defense? “I was just doing what the Paparazzi watch was telling me, man! I was living the brand.”
But luckily the Futureheads did a normal set–there was no singing of Swatch watches, but there was a giant projection of the Paparazzi Swatch watch and all it’s glorious functions being displayed directly behind the band…was they supposed to be visual subliminal messages? In any case, it’s always great to see the ‘Heads perform…Swatch watch or no Swatch watch.
You know what? I’ve given up asking questions. Just don’t ask. Thanks to Lennat and Yahoo!.
Newlywed Jack White talks to The Canadian Press while in Argentina re: his marriage last week to Karen Elson, saying, “It’s definitely for real…We knew (we were in love) from probably the moment we met each other. Whether it was going to happen a year from now or three days later, it was just gonna happen. You just know.” CLICHÉ COUNT = 1
Woah, maybe there’s some magical love potion that both Renée and Jack shared upon going their separate ways. Can I get some?
About the rumors that Get Behind Me Satan is a breakup album about Renée Z. White responds, “There’s no truth to that at all…I would never make such a pedestrian record. How easy it would be to do that, but first of all, you’d have to be heartbroken in the first place over somebody, which I’ve never been, really. Any notion of all that (breakup) stuff is just nonsense.”
On the topic of celebrity White says, “I despise celebrity, I think it’s ridiculous…it’s so disgusting to me. When you see things in your private life torn apart it just makes you really sad–not sad for Britney Spears and Jessica Simpson, they want it, they have no right to complain because they’ve asked for it completely. I never asked for it, all I’ve wanted to do is write songs.” CLICHÉ COUNT = 2
