The Week That Was
The Flaming Lips help some adorable puppies get their hands on some acid, Sheryl Crow needs some new ideas, and Madonna gets around for someone who is 187 years old.
Friday: I bet you thought that Christmas couldn't get any better, right? You've got Chicago’s penchant for snow, surly Santas at the mall, and strains of holiday music coming over every speaker once October 1 rolls around. Even though the whole season seems to shove poor Hanukkah to the back burner, I'm sure Jewish people understand. They may not get much recognition, but at least Sheryl Crow never released a serious of dreidel jams. Ms. Crow announced that she'll be releasing a holiday album exclusively in Hallmark stores for that lucrative audience. Perfect. I'll have just the thing to buy for that acquaintance that's hard enough to get a card for. Merry Christmas, indeed.
Saturday: File this under "news no one cares too much about, but needs to be reported because what else happens on the Saturday after 4th of July?" ABBA made a rare public appearance at the Swedish premiere of Mamma Mia!, the movie filled to the brim with their iconic (unfortunately) songs. Apparently, it was great to see them all. I wouldn't know, given that I was too busy cleaning up "I <3 America" paraphernalia to jet over to Sweden.
Sunday: Here's a statement that will renew your faith in marriage: "My husband and I are not planning on getting a divorce." Thanks, Madonna. No wonder Guy Ritchie can't get enough of you. You've never sounded surer of anything! Now, when they actually do leave one another, and she goes to live with Alex Rodriquez or rekindle the flame with Sean Penn, she can just say that she got a surprise divorce. No planning at all, here!
Monday: Even though she never looked pregnant, Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban welcomed a baby girl into the world today -- Sunday Rose Kidman Urban. I was all on board that baby name train until I heard the inspiration for it. She's supposedly named after "prominent Austrailian arts patron Sunday Reed," who became artist Sidney Nolan's muse. After she had a 9-year threesome with him and her husband. Then she committed suicide 10 days after her husband passed away. Um...cool. That'll be fun to explain to her when she's eight years old.
Haven't heard enough from Bloc Party lately? Me either. They released a new single on BBC radio today called "Mercury," which may or may not be on their third album. That should be released before the end of the year, since Kele Okereke says that he's "making the record he always wanted to make, and just wants to get it out there." Only news about it? Be prepared for a departure from their impossibly catchy Britpop.
Tuesday: What's a block party without some dance music in the background? Not a block party that I want to be a part of. So as to not soil the good block party name and ensure my attendance, the Hideout Block Party has solidified an appearance from Ratatat on September 21. Others heading to the party? Neko Case, and The New Pornographers. Excellent.
Wednesday: Get ready for your weekly dose of adorable. As if The Flaming Lips couldn't endear themselves anymore to the world, they are now helping precious little pooches find homes. That's right, as both Pitchfork and Brightest Young Things report, a MySpace bulletin went up on The Flaming Lips' page regarding these 10 pups, whose mother was a stray that wandered into a friend's yard. Take a peek at the pictures of these dogs and just try to not send the Lips a message to adopt one. BTW, that's all you have to do -- send the band a message on MySpace entitled "I want a pup!", include your contact info, and you could be the proud owner of a new puppy.
Thursday: Let's wrap up the week with an album release date, shall we? Deerhunter's Microcastle will be available come October 25. If you're into the entity that is Bradford Cox, you can also see him perform at the Pitchfork Music Festival next week.
Posted by Alyssa Vincent, Alyssa Vincent on Jul 14, 2008 @ 7:07 am
