The Week That Was
OH-M-GEE. TV on the Radio are going to be TV on the TV. Wait, was that a dumb joke? What I'm trying to say is that TV on the Radio is going to play SNL. Tune the hell in.
Friday: New album alerts! No one can stop Depeche Mode, but then again, who really wants to? They’re set to release their 12th album Sounds of the Universe on April 21. Looking for a different style? Metric will release self-release Fantasies throughout the U.S. in April. Needless to say, you’ll be entertained that month.
Saturday: Epic SNL performance alert—one of the best bands ever (in my oh-so-humble opinion) TV on the Radio is conquering that studio stage on February 7. Don’t miss it, because it might be the best thing that’s happened to SNL since Tina Fey threw up fake guns a couple of months ago.
Sunday: I may love award shows, but even I can’t get excited for the Director’s Guild of America awards. Yawn. However, congratulations to Danny Boyle, director of Slumdog Millionaire. He took home the coveted Best Director award, garnering even more acclaim for this hyped—but quite worthy—film.
Monday: Chris Martin really gets on my nerves. I mean, I liked him when he seemed surprised by Coldplay’s success, but now, he seems to think he’s changing the world every time he sings and seizure-dances to “Viva La Vida.” Note to Martin: Brian Eno is not impressed. The band returned to the studio with Eno recently, and Martin received a letter from the prolific producer, stating that he was banned from the recording studio for two weeks so that the band could explore their sound without his meddling. AMAZING. Here’s hoping that Martin is licking his wounds at home with his equally smug wife.
Tuesday: Boo, recession. Stop ruining everything, OK? Festival season is just about to begin, and you’ve already caused one to be cancelled. Apparently, people would rather pay their rent than see a bitchin’ line-up. The Langeradoo Festival, set to happen in Miami from March 6-8, is no longer occupying the city’s Bicentennial Park. I guess Broken Social Scene, Public Enemy, Modest Mouse, and Ra Ra Riot (among others) will just have to find something else to do. Sigh.
Wednesday: Alright, Miley Cyrus—here’s the thing. I know you’re 16, and think that you should be able to have fun, and do dumb teenage stuff, but when you sold your soul to Disney, you gave up that right. This means that when you’re taking pictures with friends, you shouldn’t pull your eyes to the side, because you’ll anger the entire Asian-American population. The OCA, an advocacy group for Asian Pacific Americans, has implored the actress to apologize for her actions. Mi Cy, it’s time to giggle and swear you’ll never do it again. American will forgive you immediately.
Whoa, Franz Ferdinand. Don’t try to take over the world or anything. They’ll be touring from February 10 to July 18…so, try to catch them in any of the 40-odd cities they’ll be rocking. You’ll have chances in Dublin, Paris, London, Phoenix, Chicago, and New York.
Thursday: Lux Interior, frontman for the Cramps—a fixture of the late ‘70s CBGB scene—passed away yesterday from complications with a heart condition. The band pioneered the “psychobilly” sound, and performed for many years together—they only just recently quit touring. Pay tribute and check out performances of “Human Fly” on YouTube. It’s pretty fantastic. R.I.P., Lux.
Posted by Alyssa Vincent, Alyssa Vincent on Feb 05, 2009 @ 12:00 am
