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Yesterday, bassist and emergent finance pundit Duff McKagan told Rolling Stone that his somewhat-supergroup Velvet Revolver was “weeks away” from announcing its new singer, after a lengthy search that attracted demos from some 400 hopefuls who were, for whatever reason, interested in being the next Scott Weiland. Said Duff of the pick: “It’s not like Chris Cornell or one of those guys… We just want someone that fits. It can’t just be good. It has to be amazing or we won’t do it.” I guess “better than Audioslave” is a pretty low bar to want to leap over, but good on the VR guys for at least trying. Five people who definitely aren’t in the running, after the jump!
What were the 80 most important musical recordings, artists, trends, events, and performances of 2008? What were the eight things this year that broke our hearts—or, at least, our ears? We’re happy to announce 80 ’08 (and Heartbreak), Idolator’s year-end overview. The list is below the jump.
Good evening, friends! Tonight is the American Music Awards, the annual event where the American public is allowed to pretend like it cares about the music industry as the biz’s most important releases either get pushed out to retail ahead of their street dates or get shoved into a dusty corner of the retailers with which they’ve struck exclusive distribution deals. And as if to underscore the whole “why people don’t care about the music business” ideal,” I’m watching the red carpet show, which apparently has contracted at least partial hostship duties to Nicole “You Know, I’m In The Pussycat Dolls” Scherzinger, who is apparently contractually obligated to flaunt her ass as she conducts awkward interviews with the likes of Steven Tyler and Ne-Yo in hopes that people actually care about her existence and maybe buy a copy of Doll Domination so as to easily conjure up further posterior-related fantasies in the comfort of their own home. Full coverage after the jump!
Between the forever-in-the-making epics and the tossed-off odes to sadness and the crazy ’80s radio pastiche and a bunch of other albums, next week is going to be something of a big one for the music business. How should one navigate their way through the music-consumption choices they’ll be forced to make next week? Might I suggest a friendly game of Buy/Download/Kill, in which each album receives one of the three fates outlined by the game’s title. My personal preferences after the jump.
Scott Weiland hasn’t had all that great of a year, but what better way to turn things around than with a solo album–especially one that allows the names “Sheryl Crow” and “Steve Albini” to appear in the same sentence of a press release? Which is why he’s releasing Happy In Galoshes, which hits stores Nov. 18. Wait a second. Happy In Galoshes? Is he really that into protecting himself from the elements? Does he eschew slippers for a nice pair of Totes in his off hours? Or is there another meaning lurking inside those letters? We asked the automated oracle known as the Internet Anagram Server for its interpretation of Weiland’s album title, and it gave us a few clues as to his post-Velvet Revolver artistic direction.
While his bassist, Duff McKagan, was jawing about maybe being the support act for that Led Zeppelin tour that probably isn’t happening anyway, Velvet Revolver frontman Scott Weiland was seething inside, angry that the reunion of his first band was being pushed to the side by the press and the dudes who were supposed to be his bandmates, at least until said reunion took off. He finally began the popping-off process last week, telling a Glasgow audience that they were witnessing the band’s final tour. VR drummer Matt Sorum posted an apology for Weiland’s actions on his blog, saying that being in a band was “a lot like being in a relationship” and indirectly implying that Weiland was behaving like the crazy one–a theory that gained a little bit of traction when the skinny frontman fired off a statement to Blabbermouth.net: