Our second West Coast edition of Soft Focus sees Ian Svenonius spending some serious face time with ex-Minutemen/ex-fIREHOSE/current Stooge/perpetual bass god Mike Watt and Royal Trux/RTX heroine Jennifer Herrema. It's 100% free and it will be 100% more interesting than any conversation you are capable of having with your friends. Mark it on your wall calendar or iCal or Oujia board or whatever you use to keep the days from blurring into one another. It might turn out to be the best Monday of your life. RSVP here.
Good morning ladies! Last night I spent the best $14 of my entire mid-20s, no shit. The old lady and I went out for a night on the town and we stopped by the Australian Center for the Moving Image (ACMI) or "where all the film buffs hang out in Melbourne". I didn't see that many losers there but I guess if they say it's true it must be. Anyway, we caught a movie call The Hunger. I wasn't too sure of what to expect besides the fact that it was a vampire movie starring some poof named David Bowey or something, so my expectations weren't too high. Well, let me tell you--my fellow gothic little boys and girls--that from the second this movie started my bell tower was fully engorged and the bats were ready to spill forth something fierce!
Since I've been down under I let the concerned American in me wane considerably. I thought I probably wouldn't vote via absentee ballot in the upcoming election because I just didn't really relate to any of the Presidential candidates. I really started to lose faith in the whole process. Well, FUCK THAT, I know I'm voting for now, motherfucker, and I think it's crystal clear right here in this campaign video! STIGMA 2008!
New Yorkers love to shit on LA but guess what, I just went there for my first time to curate the Vice 2008 Photo Show and it was awesome. I officially call bullshit on East Coast/West Coast wars. But I guess I had an advantage because I was staying with my kooky pals Mr. Hodgepodge and Miss Lizzi—who are both featured in this awesome new book, Vintage LA, so I basically got a whirlwind tour of all the fun and kitschy stuff that author Jennifer Brandt Taylor writes about in this handy guide for sightseeing weirdos.
There are bands that can trick the fuck out you while you're faced. Yeah, yeah, the list is too long to mention but there are certain bands that are seriously ONLY tolerable while snorted or stoned to the bejesus-belt. I'm not talking about seminal drug-dork bands like The Stones or The Dead. That garbage is too obvious and a waste of time to talk about. I've met enough coked up pussies with Stones tattoos whose fathers hate them or 20-something office workers who swear the Dead had "some killer bootlegs" to choke a sperm whale. I'm talking about bands that you hear for the first time during a good bender and think are the musical equivalent to the taste of Siousxie's brown eye but when you go back and give them a go straight it sounds more like Dennis Rodman's. Dead Meadow are a great example. White nerds who can afford Orange amps sounds great when you're blazed and like a cheese grater to the dick when you're not. Basically, these are a few bands that only diluted dorks will say are good sober.
Outlaw-artist and whorehouse philosopher Jonathan Shaw is preparing to ejaculate his new novel Narcisa: Our Lady Or Ashes on to you all come July 1st 2008. This is just another slab of hate, sex and fear brought to you by the fine people at Heartworm Press. Shaw, a legendary tattoo artist, former friend of Charles Manson and current friend of Marilyn Manson, has woven a vicious stack of pages together about a drug addled maniac of a Brazilian Prostitute that is sure to tighten the sack of many a jaded man.....
Since we interviewed them a while ago, L.A. duo No Age have pretty much hit the big time. I mean, Stereogum now has them as their 'Band To Watch.' Anyhoo, here's their new video for "Boy Void" off their debut album Weirdo Rippers.
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