"Hollywood cops shoot each other in bed." - The Replacements.
Spent a good portion of Saturday driving around and listening to Superchunk's On The Mouth. We'd never spent much time at the band's web site, but it appears they have very nice liner notey kind of write ups for each release, including interesting tidbits such as: the working title of our favorite number from the record (not including the title track, which was released on a single) was "Old Lady Package Thief." Also, in the discographical info for the comp Incidental Music, Jon admits to not knowing "Makeout Bench," or its release info. We can help out on this count: our recently mallied friend PEG told us back in the day that the song was issued on a cassette comp, the name of which escapes me now. It was one of PEG's favorite jams, and it became one of ours. Anyhoo, both records are definitely crucial. If you don't own them, throw up your hands in despair and then order them from Amazon or something. Then cross that problem off your list. Speaking of...
It seems Concrete Blonde's Johnette Napolitano gets a bad rap, whether it is the indiescenti at ILM or AllMusic calling her band's debut "confused." Sure, the band's ultra sappy "Joey" is probably grounds for some derision, but we are always surprised how short so many music fans' memories are. Concrete Blonde came to national attention, in an '80s alternative rock kind of way in any case, on the strength of a real hot rocker, "Still In Hollywood," from the band's debut released on I.R.S. All fine and good. At the turn of the '90s Napolitano dueted with Westerberg on "My Little Problem," one of the more rocking songs on The Replacements' swan song All Shook Down. This post was going to detail other duets Napolitano did with some of our other favorite artists, but when we did the research it turned out that she hadn't sung the songs we thought she had. So just enjoy this one.
The Replacements (w/Johnette Napolitano) - My Little Problem.
TMT gets all Marx and whatnot on Clear Channel. An interesting bit of writing, although only slightly if at all illuminating on the subject of high ticket prices driving concert-goers away from concerts. Sound and fury signifying nothing, but in an entertaining manner. Good enough for us.
That is all.