Surfin’ Dead: Rock N’ Roll Halloween:
1. “Surfin’ Dead” – The Cramps
2. “Born To Kill” – The Damned
3. “The Witch” – The Sonics
4. “Buried Alive” – Black Lips
5. “Wicked Annabella” – The Kinks
6. “Pet Sematary” – The Ramones
7. “Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)” – David Bowie
8. “Psycho Killer” – Talking Heads
9. “I Was A Teenage Werewolf” – The Cramps
10. “Frankenstein” – New York Dolls
11. “Dead Beat Dance” – The Damned
12. “Astro Zombies” – Misfits
13. “Sister Midnight (Live)” – Iggy Pop & David Bowie
14. “Dandy In The Underworld” – T. Rex
There’s no one more self-aware than a rock musician (except maybe a rock journalist). It’s fucking exposing, to write about all of your one-night stands, destructive habits, mistakes, and heartbreaks in a three-minute song that could end up on pop radio or tattooed on some girl’s ribcage. Everyone says that when you’re a drug addict, you won’t admit that you have a problem, or that when you’re really mentally ill (I’m looking at you, Syd Barrett), you won’t ever actually realize that you’re crazy. Unless you’re a musician.
In The Velvet Underground’s “Heroin” and “I’m Waiting For The Man”, Lou Reed knows exactly what he’s doing. And so do we. And he’s incredibly blunt about it all (it’s arguable that the lyrical content of “Heroin” doesn’t necessarily endorse nor condemn the drug, but who are you kidding?). From beginning to end of Elliott Smith’s posthumous, sixth full length, From A Basement On The Hill, you can literally listen to his life deteriorating in a sickeningly honest way, eventually ending in his suicide during recording the album. The Doors’ “People Are Strange” is essentially a manifestation of Jim Morrison’s sociopathic, paranoid tendencies. His vulnerability and loneliness. And on Are You Experienced?, Jimi Hendrix sings “Manic Depression is touching my soul”. Continue reading
Musicians get to live by special rules. Fuck, is that unfair.
The Rolling Stones were English guys who wanted to be southern-rock guys (aside from Metamorphosis, which is their most “English sounding” record), David Bowie was a choir boy from Brixton who wanted to be a ginger demi-God glam-Christ from outer space, and The Ramones were a bunch of idiots from Queens, New York who wanted to start a band without learning any instruments. And it was aaaalright (cue Lou Reed “Rock N’ Roll” voice). Continue reading
This is where I’ve been while I’ve been absent from Sound System NYC. Jet Boy Records is my label, and this is Love Bullet. NYC punk rock ’77 revival.
Arlene’s Grocery, August 27th
Lit Lounge, August 31st
Matchless, September 17th
I’ve always wanted to be Jack Black in the chalkboard scene of School Of Rock, the one where The Ramones’ “My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down” is playing, but I’m probably more suited as John Cusack’s Rob Gordon character in High Fidelity. Maybe it’s because I love The Clash much more than I’ll ever like AC/DC, but it’s probably just because I’ve miserably thrown myself around my apartment listening to The Velvet Underground a thousand more times than I’ve done karaoke to “Edge Of Seventeen”. Continue reading
Next thursday, April 28th, come out to Manhattan’s Hudson Hotel for live music, a birthday celebration, and so much more! Catch performances by Kelle Calco & The Colored Boys, The Bowery Riots, and The Compulsions (featuring members of the New York Dolls and Guns ‘N Roses), followed by Ladyland, the Hudson Hotel Library’s weekly rock n’ roll dance party. Colored Boys frontman and Ladyland host Kelle Calco will also be celebrating his birthday on this night, so don’t miss the celebration or the music!
The Bowery Riots (9:30pm)
Kelle Calco & The Colored Boys (10:30pm)
The Compulsions (11:30pm)
British indie group The Pipettes are set to play Manhattans Mercury Lounge this month with Brooklyn’s Les Sans Culottes and Freshkills. The Pipettes second studio album, Earth Vs. The Pipettes, was released in September 2010 and received mixed reviews from critics.
Songs to check out: “Because It’s Not Love“, “Pull Shapes“, “Stop The Music“
The Pipettes w/ Freshkills, Les Sans Culottes
The Mercury Lounge