J. Geils Band, Piss on the Wall. From 1981’s Freeze Frame. For Mike, Sarah and LP.
I was at a very boss Holiday party on Saturday, boozing happily while plotting illegal rides in stolen shopping carts when the couch conversation shifted it’s way early days of the Boston rock scene. Highlights included, but were not limited to Aerosmith, Willie Loco Alexander and the loud conclusion (thanks Mike) that J. Geils 1971 version of The Contours hit “First I Look At The Purse“ is one of the hottest covers ever.
Anyway, since that magical night, I’ve had this song from Geils’ huge 1981 record, Freeze Frame, stuck in my head. Now hopefully you do too.
Chuck Biscuits hitting it for Black Flag circa 1982.
Chuck Biscuits, a timekeeper who was a cut above most, passed away on Saturday at the age of 44 from throat cancer. In addition to Black Flag, Biscuits musical collaborations run the gamut from Danzig to Run DMC. Rest in peace Chuck, I will miss hearing your turbo charged quad-beat-three.
Thanks to Noah for the link.
*3:17 PM PST UPDATE: Sources close to Biscuits’ family are reporting that Chuck is alive and well:
Chucks family has not been notified of a death. Normally they are told if their brother or son is sick or dead. A rumor started in August about cancer, Chuck was fine then too.
I’ll keep you posted as reliable information becomes available. Thanks to Noah for the update.
7:40 PM PST UPDATE: Chuck LIVES! According to Blabbermouth.net.
This is the Barbie I always wanted to be when I was a kid. Anyway, here is the not-s0-CBGB’s version of Deborah Harryby Mattel. Blondie Barbie retails for $55.79 and joins Joan Jett (!) and Cyndi Lauper (!!) for Mattel’s“Dolls of the 80’s” line, due out in December of 2009.
I’m happy to report that yours truly was a guest on Episode #34 of the Movies About Girls podcast. My favorite east-coast strutting friend, Sleazegrinder, invited me on to help out during the “news” segment of the pod and, even though I wasn’t expecting to be ambushed by a surprise Billy Squire trivia quiz, it was a complete fucking blast. I’ll be back on board for episode #35 next week as well so stay tuned.
You can listen to Episode #34 here. I’d also highly encourage you to check out the rest of the Movies About Girls site. It’s full of stuff your Mom would hate. It’s also wonderfully NSFW, which is exactly how a site called Movies About Girls should be.
Many thanks to the talents of Sleaze, Stacey and Seth for making it all happen and for the warm welcome.
*Programming Note: We’re beginning the process of giving Cherrybombed.com a much needed tune up so you may experience some downtime this evening. Thanks in advance for not freaking out.*
Manic Street Preachers, Peeled Apples. From 2009’s Journal for Plague Lovers. For K.
Journal for Plague Lovers, the ninth studio release from Manic Street Preachers, contains music penned 13 years ago by Manic’s former vocalist/guitarist Richey Edwards. Edwards disappeared in 1995 after checking out of London hotel. In 2008Richey was declared legally dead, despite the fact that his body has never been recovered.
The Heavy, How You Like Me Now. From 2009’s The House That Dirt Built. Little Red Riding Hood getting lost on her way to Funkytown? Rock star video bonus!
UK’s The Heavy are back with their second full length and so far, I’m loving it as much as the bands super bad 2007 release, Great Vengance Furious Fire. You can find my most recent earwig, How You Like Me Now, on 2009’s, The House that Dirt Built. Running a close second in my ears is,No Time,a truly funked out rock track in it’s own right. Kelvin Swaby’s vocals have been injected with equal parts of Marvin Gaye and James Brown. And that’s enough to send anyone hard. Hard and heavy that is. Meow…
The Neighborhoods, Prettiest Girl & No Place Like Home, Live – 1979.
I remember. Do you? The Neighborhoods are hands down, one of my favorite Boston bands. Vocalist/guitar god David Minnehan (Minnehan’s solo in “Girl” is a permanent earwig of mind. And I think about guitars a lot) continues to work behind the scenes in Boston, with the likes of Gang Green and Dropkick Murphys at his own studio, Wooly Mammoth Sounds. Wooly Mammoth Sounds celebrated 10 Years in the Rock biz earlier this year in January. Not as familiar with the early Boston scene as you should be? Pick up D.I.Y, Mass Ave. The Boston Scene (1975-1983) and take it from there.
The Hoods still play live from time to time. This time you can catch them in Wellfleet, Massachusetts at the Beachcomber on July 19th. Take that Nickelback.
I can almost smell the ceremonial Saturday morning wake and bake now. Good times, good times…uh, what was I talking about? Do you smell hot dogs? Man I’m hungry…oh yeah, now I remember. The Ramones rule and cartoons are funny.
Thanks to my very good looking friend Jane, for the link. See you in a few weeks…
Peter Beste has spent the last eight years deeply entrenched in Norway’s Black Metal scene. Beste is set to publish his book of photographs from his eight year odyssey, True Norwegian Black Metal, on May 15th through Vice Books. An exhibition of dozens of photographs from from TNBM opened at the Steven Kasher Gallery in New York today, May 9th. The show runs through June 7th.
Peter Beste – Enzifer of Urgehal at an abandoned mental hospital outside Oslo
To most, it might seem that Beste is trying hard not to clear up any misconceptions about Black Metal with his photographs. In fact, many of the photos, like the one of Enzifer above, do much to perpetuate the notion that Norway is on the verge of total Societal collapse by way of corpsepainted, bloodthirsty church burners.
In truth, Beste’s photographs somehow manage to convey Black Metal’s Pagan connection to nature, as in his photograph of King from Gorgoroth (below).
Beste’s next book, due out in 2009, focuses on his hometown of Houston, Texas, and Houston’s Rap culture. Like the photos from True, Beste brings yet another world, little-known to outsiders, into your living room. You might think it’s a 360 for Beste, but it isn’t.
Both The King and The Thin White Duke share the today’s January 8th birthday. So I thought I would put ‘em up against each other to see who comes out on top. Cherrybomb is a big fan of both but I digress:
Hotter Paramour – Bowie vs Elvis:
Elvis: Ginger Alden – Ginger was Elvis’s last girlfriend. She was also the person who found Elvis dead in his Graceland bathroom. Ginger is a very hot woman with a very hot name who knew how to keep a secret.
Bowie: Mick Jagger
Advantage: Bowie. Come on. Admit it. You wanna kiss Mick too.
More Twisted Urban Legend: Major Tom vs The Big “E”
Elvis: Found dead on the toilet.
Bowie: Caught in bed by then wife, Angie, with Mick Jagger.
Advantage: Bowie. Come on…that one was easy.
Best Duet: The King of Rock and Roll vs Ziggy Stardust
Elvis: Frank Sinatra – Love Me Tender
Bowie: Mick Jagger – Dancin’ in the Streets
Advantage: Elvis. Duh. Frank is the man…
Better Flick: Aladdin Sane vs Elvis the Movie Star
Elvis: Viva Las Vegas
Bowie: Labyrinth
Advantage: Elvis. This flick rules. Ann Margaret moves like a firecracker when she dances and the chemistry between her and Elvis is right there. Seeing the vintage footage of Vegas don’t hurt either. I mean, look at that carpet (above Bowie). It practically screams at you to look up, play the slots OR DIE. Some things never change. And not like points matter but I will give an additional 10 points to Bowie for his hair in Labyrinth. Mine looked just like that in 1988. And I’m pretty sure I had a coat just like the one in the photo (above). Thanks Dave…
And lastly. The category killer. For $1000, show me Current respiratory status:
Elvis: Dead. Would have been 73.
Bowie: Alive and does not appear to be aging like the rest of us. Successfully turned 61 today.
Advantage: Bowie
So after all that, and especially since he’s alive and all, the overall advantage has to go to Bowie. Right? I love Elvis but long live the Thin White Duke.
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