Winehouse wasn't exactly helped any by the tacky she's-a-fuckup-but-we-love-her-anyway intro, but her glassy-eyed confusion during "Tears Dry on Their Own" and her mumble-mouthed incoherence on "Me and Mr. Jones" were what really sealed the deal. Also not helping subdue the chatter were the leaked reports of her backstage rider demands: two bottles each of Jack Daniels, Rioja, and Champagne, a large bottle of vodka, and two 24 bottle cases of Heineken.
Here's the thing, though: I'm all for spotting a celeb meltdown in the making, but, well, that's how Amy Winehouse always looks when she performs. I, personally, have never seen her clear-eyed or witnessed a performance where I could understand a damn word she was singing. She was already, at best, a bleary-eyed mushmouth, and at worst a woman in a steady drug-addled holding pattern. So I honestly don't know if she's really doing any worse than before.
Which begs the question: How do you know if someone's in a downward spiral if their normal standard of behavior is so far off from, well, normal?
]]>But then Kelly's neighbor Caitlin comes home with a cute new top, and the musical highjinks get underway. Chearleaders! Ninjas! Heaven! Riots! LisaNova! Dave Navarro! Margaret Cho! This video has everything!
Seriously, betch. Let Kelly borrow that top. She's earned it. (Don't make me have to betchslap the dumb out of you.)
]]>In fact, the word "performance" is such a vast overstatement of what Britney did, I don't even know what word I could put in its place to adequately describe what really happened. Is there a verb for "show up and look incredibly unenthused while lip-synching badly and occasionally walking to another part of the stage?"
Wearing practically nothing and throwing in the occasional bump & grind, Britney should, in theory, come off as a mesmerizing vixen. Instead, she just seems tired and almost resentful to be there, as if to say, "Sure, you can wake me up from my nap and make me do lame choreography, but you can't make me like it."
The last minute is particularly painful; at that point, the only thing Britney could do to make things more morosely lethargic would be to lie down and finish the song while chain-smoking and eating Cheetos.
Sexy Britney was fun. Crazy Britney was fun, for a while, at least. Sad, limp Britney? Not fun. Kind of a downer. Somebody get this girl a Red Bull and some love, STAT.
]]>So Jennifer Lopez is this badass beyotch in a supersexy trench coat, and she gets this message that she needs to help the world's youngest fry cook get to Union Street. So she goes to a club where they have strippers in Habitrails, pushes a guy down the stairs, gets another guy in a chokehold, has a dance break, shoves and punches eight or nine more guys, has another dance break, passes a dude in a mousetrap, has another dance break, saves the little fry cook, kicks one last guy down the stairs, and leaves. Presumably for Union Street.
Feel the heat. Feel the love. Feel the inimitable, "Look, Ma, I'm directing" style of the famously edgy David LaChapelle. Feel the need to wonder aloud, "The hell?"
]]>This, their first video, seems like it was mostly shot by the band themselves as they started on the journey from obscurity to the radar of every avid Pitchfork reader. The excitement of these boys is palpable as they goof around on the road, play the biggest shows of their lives, and generally enjoy themselves. Lucky dogs.
But that's been changing, with a live album in 2000 and a new album, Stranger Things, last year. Other than Brickell's return, the biggest change in the lineup has been the addition of talented Dallas musician Jeffrey Carter Albrecht as keyboardist, completing the transformation of the New Bohemians, who started life as a three-person ska band back in the day, into a fully modern rock band. Tragically, Albrecht was killed this weekend by his girlfriend's neighbor, who shot him through the front door after mistaking him for a burglar.
Albrecht, who also played with Dallas band Sorta as well as his own group Sparrows, did not seem to be one to hog the spotlight. Even when stepping out from behind the keyboard to play guitar, he didn't actually step out from behind the keyboard. But as his musicianship in this live New Bohemians performance of "No Dinero" shows, he made his mark onstage not by being seen, but by being heard.
Albrecht was 34 years old.
]]>Today my electronica-animation exception has served me well because it has led me to both this fantastic video from animator Ingibjörg Birgisdóttir and the delightful accompanying song They Made Frogs Smoke ‘til They Exploded by the band Múm. The animation in this video is an accomplishment in its own right, but is made all the more impressive by the fact that, in this age of cgi and flash animation, Frogs appears to be good, old-fashioned ink, paint, and stop-motion. It warms the cockles of my old man’s heart to know that these antiquated, but ever charming, techniques have yet to be abandoned completely.
Equally impressive is the song itself. Apparently, Múm has been around since 1998 and has released three full-length albums and a whole mess of EPs. They Made Frogs Smoke ‘til They Exploded is the first single from their upcoming forth album Go Go Smear the Poison Ivy. I suppose my punishment for being such a close-minded old fogey is that occasionally I do miss out on gems like this. On this track Múm has managed to combine real instruments, drum machines, 8-bit bloop loops, and vocal harmonies into a sublime cacophony that gives Frogs a warmth and playfulness that’s often lacking in the genre. It’s worth noting that Ingibjörg Birgisdóttir has also done the album art for both the Frogs single, and the Go Go Smear the Poison Ivy album, which will be released September 25th on Fatcat Records. I, for one, already have my calendar marked. Noise never sounded so good.
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