From the Idolator “advice for dealing with journalists” file, if your band is booked to play a concert at one of America’s fabulous state fairs (possibly via blackmail or some other form of coercion in the case of Rihanna and the Arizona State Fair), prepare yourself for the hard hitting “funnel… More »
From the Idolator “advice for dealing with journalists” file, if your band is booked to play a concert at one of America’s fabulous state fairs (possibly via blackmail or some other form of coercion in the case of Rihanna and the Arizona State Fair), prepare yourself for the hard hitting “funnel… More »
T.I. (who might have other things on his mind at the moment) told his “shawty” to chirp back when he chirped. Atlanta’s hip-hop one-hit wonder Maceo warned us not to hit him back when discussing work. Fabolous used the chirp in the title of a b-side, according to Google, that I can’t seem to remember or find, although I imagine it involved the spelling of his stage name somehow. The Nextel Chirp gave us so much joy for a summer or so, crossing over from annoying gimmick for the use of construction workers to common rap reference. Those were some good days, but they’ve come to an end.
Like it or not, Maura’s absence today provides me, Dan Gibson, an opportunity to jump into the Idolator record books* with my sixth appearance as guest editor of this fine site. Probably, you’ve been thinking, “What’s that Dan Gibson been doing with himself since his last Idolator post on July 30th?”
When a company’s earnings fall 25% in the first half of the year, sometimes executives start to panic and develop bad ideas that will never ever ever work. Today’s example is Doug Morris and the Total Music Service, an alternative to the Apple music empire and Morris’ mortal enemy, Steve Jobs. Something good about Total Music: purchase a player, and theoretically, the music would be included, with the Universal, Sony/BMG and Warner catalogs at your fingertips. The bad news: you might not be able to play anything else.
Of course, the laziest sort of blogging is commenting on the lists of others, but with Kanye on vacation, no news in the T.I. case, and Pete Doherty insisting on staying alive and out of jail temporarily, the scoundrel must find his posting refuge. Some English cable channel made a list of Britain’s wittiest celebrities, and Noel Gallagher sneaked in at number ten, behind a bunch of hacks named Coward, Wilde and Shakespeare, but well ahead of that hack Albarn. In honor of Noel’s inclusion on a completely worthless contrived list, enjoy a selection of the witticisms that got him there:
For me, The Dirt is the type of book that all “tales of the rock lifestyle” should aspire to. Drugs, car crashes, bean burritos, drugs, Mick Mars being replaced with an animatronic replica, the occasional playing of music, more drugs: The Dirt has everything I could ask for between two covers, and since its release, I’ve been willing to fight anyone who dared to presume any autobiography could even come close to that sort of perfection. However, England’s Observer Music Monthly ran an excerpt from a forthcoming release that might knock Motley Crue off my bookshelf and out of my heart.
Nearly every week, we round up the all-important, all-summarizing last sentences of the biggest new-music reviews. Today’s entry is Kenna’s Make Sure They See My Face, which comes out on CD tomorrow, since the new Disco disc by the Pet Shop Boys has not yet been extensively reviewed (to the dismay of the Idolator staff):
It’s been hard for everyone in this post-“In Rainbows” world we now live in. Record stores are ordering their “Closing Our Doors Forever” banners, the publishers of Spin are trying to develop a new “direct to brain” distribution system to keep up with the times, Bob Lefetsz is doing whatever he does with his spare time. It’s a strange time, and it will take a moment for the music business to collectively catch its breath. In the meantime, British band Fightstar is going to go ahead and release their new album in a format that makes no sense whatsoever.
In a morning where I’ve posted about Razorlight and Celine Dion before noon Mountain Standard Time, it feels good to post about something slightly more awesome: Fela Kuti, who would have turned 69 today.
