The world of music magazines that you haven’t read…

Uh…did I mention that Grandma’s Boy was funny?

I stare at a lot of magazine racks. What stares back? Countless mid-level publications with innocuous titles. It’s as if the internet never happened. WRONG!! The internet did happen, it just killed the zine world. What’s left is a glut of glossies with respective readerships comparable to any zine from the mid-90’s. One can count on boring graphics, boring interviews (interviews are always boring, trust me, I written plenty of boring ones) with boring bands, and boring record reviews. Just imagine if Pitchfork was exploded into a hundred print magazines.

Of course, I’m not referring to the magazines that I write for. They’re awesome. They’re also the only magazines that I actively read, because I get comp copies. My favorite music mag, though, is one that I no longer write for. I wrote for Decibel Magazine, issues 2 and 3, but after a few months of unreturned e-mails and rejected pitches (I still try every two months or so, just for shits and giggles), my name disappeared from the masthead (funny note: it remained by mistake in the masthead for issues 4 and 5). Still, I continue to get comp copies, and I read most of each issue. AND…..I enjoy 50% of that “most.â€Â That’s a pretty good hit rate for this relationship between myself and a mid-level music glossy, especially one that couldn’t find room for my sizeable talents. And I’m sure that’s what it was, an space issue. I mean, no one can write a crappy, marginal metalcore review quite like me (Eugene of Oxbow had some funny things to say about writing for Decibel…scroll down).

Overall, Decibel writers remain a more caustic, humorous lot than what’s usually available in this insular bubble (made even more insular by the fact that Decibel covers “extremeâ€Â music, or rather, metalcore, death metal, grindcore, flimsy “artâ€Â metal, and the thrash revival). It’s miles above Revolver, which maintains a average IQ of 71 from cover to cover and remains stuck in 1998. Decibel gives way too much space to over-intellectualizing “intenseâ€Â pretty-boy boneheadedness like The Red Chord, As I Lay Dying, A Life Once Lost (and any band that could share its name with the title of a made-for-Lifetime drama) plus other garbage that’s one dinner away from Hot Topic fodder. Outside of this, I manage to read enough entertaining writing to briefly expand my “to steal from Soul Seekâ€Â list.

 

‘Round Manhattan

Wondering what to do in the city on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon? How about doing as we did yesterday and partaking in the Algonquin Round Table Walking Tour.

Presented by the Dorothy Parker Society of New York in the person of society president Kevin C. Fitzpatrick, the two-hour tour covers a 30-block vicious circle that includes visits to more than 40 Round Table-related locales: speakeasies, hotels, homes, offices, and theaters frequented by the likes of Dorothy Parker, George S. Kaufman, Robert Benchley, Edna Ferber, Harpo Marx, and more.

Fitzpatrick, who wrote the book A Journey into Dorothy Parker’s New York and conducts the tour several times a year, makes the jaunt fun and informative — and, as a bonus along the way, recommends some of New York’s best bars. Beginning and ending at the Round Table’s headquarters, the Algonquin Hotel, he’ll let you in on the ins and outs of the New York literary scene gone by but, thanks to his efforts, not forgotten.

Fitzpatrick proves wrong Parker’s famous quip: “You can lead a horticulture, but you can’t make her think.”

Geneva Elise Barrett ChildsBorn 5:35 am, 8/2. …

Geneva Elise Barrett Childs


Born 5:35 am, 8/2. 8 lbs 1 oz.

She came about ~30 seconds after the water broke with no one in the room but a very surprised nurse (who’d just arrived), the doula, and me. The nurse was next to me, struggling to pull on her glove, cursing, maybe stressed. I was telling her to calm down, but then I looked down and saw my little girl’s head, already out. I reached down and caught her as she was born into the world, and that was one of the most beautiful moments of my life.

FLESH EATERS LIVE DETROIT ’82

If I “collect” any band, it’s THE FLESH EATERS. Any time I get any new unearthed rarity of theirs, I’ll share it here. Previously I posted some live tracks of theirs from a December 1982 KPFK radio session, a video of the “Minute To Pray…”-era Flesh Eaters from YouTube, and their incredible live version of “River of Fever” from a flexi included with a 1982 issue of TAKE IT! fanzine. The show that gave us the latter song was recorded on July 17th, 1982 at a Detroit punk club called Clutch Cargo’s, home of many a Negative Approach and Die Kreuzen show. The Flesh Eaters opened for Chicago melodi-punks THE EFFIGIES, and almost certainly blew them out of the water.

Wait, you can actually hear it for yourself, because I have procured top-secret access to the entire show. Here are three tracks from that night in Detroit in the balm of a Michigan summer – listen and learn as the “Forever Came Today”-era Flesh Eaters show a generation of punks how it’s done.

Play or Download THE FLESH EATERS – “Pray Til You Sweat” (live 7-17-82 Detroit)
Play or Download THE FLESH EATERS – “Hand of Glory” (live 7-17-82 Detroit)
Play or Download THE FLESH EATERS – “Every Time I Call Your Name” (live 7-17-82 Detroit)

A Hardboiled Classic and other flotsam…

The mystery/crime section never fails to amaze. Expect fewer and fewer posts as I lose myself in the pleasure reading of titles like The Sudoku Murders.

Spike’s new series The Kill Point seems to have Wire fans in mind, as it features no less than four players from THE GREATEST TELEVISION SHOW EVER, including Michael J. Williams (â€ÂOmarâ€Â). Also, catch this: It’s good.

What was in my PO Box today: Reissues of both The Young Marble Giants’ Colossal Youth and The Fire Engines’ Hungry Beat (a discography of sorts). And some crappy metal from Century Media.

Believe it or not, I’ve never purchased a copy of The Best American Mystery Stories…until the other day. The 2006 version, edited by cigar-eater (I’m guessing) Scott Turow, is saved by the incredible writing of Scott Wolven, Jeff Somers, William Harrison, and Joyce Carol Oates. I shall pay $0.86 a piece for installments from previous years.

 

MISS ALEX WHITE AND THE SPIRIT OF ’78 LA

The rightful heiress to the spirit of Neutron Bomb/Babylonian Gorgon Los Angeles punk of the late 70s probably doesn’t even know she’s directly descended from it, but oh my friends – she is. Chicago’s MISS ALEX WHITE AND THE RED ORCHESTRA now have their second excellent CD under their belts with the release of a new one this year called “SPACE & TIMEâ€Â on In The Red. For about the first eight or nine songs, it’s hands-down one of the best records of the year, then loses a little steam before finishing up in the Top 15 nonetheless. It’s a little more varied than the first CD of theirs – which I wrote about here – in the sense that tempos are all over the proverbial map & straddling all manner of punk styles. Kinda like a lot of those wacky Masque punks of Darby Crash’s day – your UXAs, your Metrosquads, your Howard Werths, your Controllers – even your early punk-era GO-GOs (check the bouncy girl-group pop of “She Wannaâ€Â if you don’t believe me). I saw them play a few of these songs live last year and knew it’d be a good record, but it’s even better than that. I’m going to post a couple for you here, but you might want to think about skipping that and clicking here instead.

Play or Download MISS ALEX WHITE & THE RED ORCHESTRA – “In The Snowâ€Â
Play or Download MISS ALEX WHITE & THE RED ORCHESTRA – “Future Talkâ€Â

17 Pygmies Rare LA showcase

You are hereby advised under threat of grave regret to come out and see 17 Pygmies in a rare live appearance as part of the International Pop Overthrow West Coast festival. Also on the bill, the delightful Prix!

August, 7 2007 at Spaceland
1717 Silver Lake Blvd., Los Angeles, 90026
Cost : $8.00

IPO Los Angeles
www.clubspaceland.com 323-661-4380
8:30 Io Perry
9:00 The Unbearables
9:30 17 Pygmies
10:00 The Red Button
10:30 Astra Heights
11:00 The Prix

Life In Berlin By The Numbers

As we all know, statistics lie, but sometimes not. While it’s true that I take a pretty dark view of life in Berlin, I was quite amazed at what I consider the accuracy of this survey, done by the European Commission’s Directorate-General of Regional Policy, measuring people’s happiness with the city they live in.

75 cities in the EU, plus Croatia and Turkey, were surveyed by Gallup-Hungary, and the results tabulated into some very nice graphs. Maybe it’s because the results match my prejudices, but I think this is a fasciating document.

Between 75 and 95 percent of the responses indicated that people were happy to live in the cities they lived in. First four places went to Groningen (NL), Krakow, Leipzig, and Alborg (DK). Berlin came in 57th, just below Rotterdam and Torino and just above Brussels, Warsaw, and Ankara. Even so, the results look like about 80% were happy.

Less positive were the responses to “It is easy to find a good job,” with Berlin scoring over 75% in “somewhat disagree” and “strongly disagree.” It’s 68th from the top in this, below Dortmund and Leipzig and above Kosisce (Slovakia) and Bialystock, Poland. It looks like only about 10% strongly or somewhat agreed with this statement. Given the local unemployment figures, this is hardly a surprise.

Also unsurprising was Berlin’s high rating in “It is easy to find good housing at a reasonable price,” what with the current real-estate glut. We wound up near the top in this one, number seven under Leipzig, Aalborg, Braga (Portugal), Dortmund, Oviedo (Spain) and Bialystock, and above Newcastle Upon Tyne and Oulu (Finland). At the bottom? Again no surprise; Paris, with close to 100% of the respondents somewhat or strongly disagreeing. Other bad values are Dublin, Luxemburg, and Bucharest.

Next up was “Foreigners are well-integrated,” and again Berlin dwells in the cellar, 73rd, above Stockholm and Malmö. A little over 50% disagreed here, and only a little over 25% seem to have agreed. On top? Cluj-Napoca, Romania; Miskolic, Hungary; Pietra Neamt, Romania; and Burgas, Bulgaria. I’ve never even heard of these places, to be honest, but I think it shows that the melange of cultures in these countries, absent the kind of tensions that tore the former Yugoslavia apart, plus the poverty that all inhabitants are likely to share, will bring people together, rather than apart. Certainly that was my experience in Blagoevgrad, Bulgaria, in the four or five days I spent there. Shortly after my arrival at the American University, where I did some journalism workshops, I was up on the roof of the building with two students waiting for my professor-friend’s class to end, and the dark, swarthy one turned out to be Bulgarian and the red-headed freckled one turned out to be Turkish, and they pointed to the distant mountains and said “That’s Macedonia over there, where people are killing each other over this. It just doesn’t make sense to us.” And, indeed, the rest of my time there bore that out splendidly. Berlin’s poverty in the middle of a nation of affluence, though, plus the well-documented urge to blame the Other, doesn’t bode well for this sort of unity.

“Air pollution is a big problem” is one where Berlin might have scored higher not very long ago, but here we wind up pretty much smack in the middle, with a little over 50% agreeing and about 30% disagreeing, wedged inbetween Ostrava (Czech Republic) and Glasgow. The continuing reduction of coal heating and (yes, Ostalgics, get over it) the disappearance of the Trabant have a lot to do with this, I’d say.

Next up is satisfaction with the public transportation system, and, flash strikes notwithstanding, Berlin’s ninth-place position only makes me wonder how great getting around top-rated Helsinki must be. Do they have stewardesses serving refreshments? Vienna, Rennes, Hamburg, Munich, Leipzig, Dortmund and…Frankfurt on Oder?… all beat us out, too, but all this says to me is Germany’s pretty good with this stuff. I’ve never had any problem getting around any German city I’ve been in, which is more than I can say for Copenhagen or London, which are well below Berlin.

“Green spaces such as parks and gardens” is another place I’d expect good numbers for Berlin. We allegedly have more green space per square kilometer than any other city in Europe, thanks in part to huge forests like the Grunewald and Berliner Stadtforst being included in the city limits. And oddly, we only score 22 in this, perhaps because the rest of the city’s so grim, but atop us are such hard-to-beat places as London, Vienna, Munich, Brussels, and Glasgow, who relentlessly promote their parks to their residents, which Berlin doesn’t really do. Athens, Naples, and Sofia (without doubt the ugliest city I’ve seen on this continent) are the cellar-dwellers here.

“I feel safe in this city” was one I was curious about, given the fact that there’s so little serious crime here, yet Berliners generally are paranoid beyond belief: do they lock the front door of your apartment building at 8? They used to where I lived, and it was a pain in the ass. Yet there we are at 47, although it looks like close to 80% agree with the statement, and something less than 20% disagree. But if you look at the chart, it seems that Europeans overwhelmingly feel safe, so the ranking isn’t so important until you get to the very bottom, with significant fear being registered in Bucharest, Athens, Sofia, Naples and especially Istanbul.

Given Germans’ hypochondriac tendencies, I wasn’t overly optimistic for the graph of people satisfied with the health care offered by hospitals, but here’s one where (knock on wood) I have absolutely no experience whatever. Berlin is at 28, which makes me feel better for all those folks who scream past in ambulances down Torstr. on their way to Charité.

And, finally, the one you’ve all been waiting for: “The city spends its resources in a responsible way.” A whopping 75% negative on this, a 71 chart placement above such models of fiscal rectitude as Sofia, Naples, Bucharest and Frankfurt on Oder. Only a very tiny number seem to strongly agree with this, and if you’re one of them, I suggest you get out of the house more often.

I certainly don’t have the training to decipher What It All Means in any truly scientific way, but I do love charts like this, and was just astonished at the sort of intuitive accuracy I observed here.

Anyway, I guess I should be off to Alborg to look for some excuse to live there. Naaah, too cold. Maybe Groningen? Naaah, I hate how densely-packed Holland is. Hmmm, wonder why Montpellier isn’t on this list…

Actually, I’m glad it isn’t. Don’t want the secret to get out before I can move there and find a nice apartment. And last I looked, I’m only $12,000 and change away from that…

Wow.

Been a while, huh? I promise to write more posts. I promise. My eleven readers deserve it. I’ve been busy.

Ramping up on the freelance front, I’ll have a small handful of reviews (three, to be exact) in the September and October issues of Spin Magazine. Might have something in Vice soon, and two large comedy-based features in either the August or September issue of Harp Magazine.

I made a crucial mistake in the current issue of Magnet Magazine. In my metal-themed installment of Where’s The Street Team, I referred to Death Angel’s Pepa brothers as “Latinoâ€Â when in fact, they are Filipino. Whoops. Perhaps I got confused, seeing as how Spanish is the dominate language spoken in the Philipines. Naturally, I was called out in the letters section. Magnet and Death Angel fans. Makes total sense.

Tonight, I’m writing a travel piece for the September issue of Memphis Magazine, even though I’ll be working from memory and it’s been three years since I’ve done any actual travelling pertinent to this feature.

A fourth remake of Invasion of the Body Snatchers? Appropriate that Nicole Kidman stars, as she did in the godawful remake of another great 70’s horror film, The Stepford Wives. The new Invasion is PG-13 (strike one), and if you care enough, check out both Philp Kaufman’s ‘78 version and Abel Ferrara’s Body Snatchers from ‘93. Both are great.

So let’s end by rating some Ferrara films.

Driller Killer (1979) – Hilarious. Essential if you need another Grade D horror fix.

Ms. 45 (1981) – See above.

I cannot pick out the two episodes of Miami Vice that Ferrara directed.

King of New York (1990) – When someone spoofs or riffs on Christopher Walken, this movie represents a good reason why. Good crime flick, though.

Bad Lieutenant (1992) – See it if you haven’t. So over-the-top, laughable, and tragic that it’s amazing this film didn’t make more of an impact in the long run. This scene should push you to the rental store. Most of the other memorable scenes are also available on YouTube.

Aside from The Funeral (1996), it goes a little downhill in recent years. Or maybe I’m just lazy.