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So the Police played the Grammys last night as you all know, and now they're going to tour the world. I've been wrestling with the Sting issue for years (Super Advanced or terrible?), but now I've really, really decided that Sting is Advanced and that I've been a fool to deny the greatness of his solo work. If I could convince someone to pay for all the records, I'd like to sit down one day and listen to all his solo albums in chronological order. I would be in such a state of Advancement, I don't even want to think about it. Incidentally, the band sounded pretty great, I thought. And I really enjoyed that weird little Sting-ified bit in the middle, much to my surprise. Another thought: Physical fitness might be a part of Advancement. After all, most Advanced Artists are in great shape. Must be all that martial arts practice. I'll have to think on it for a while, as Omar from "The Wire" would say.
From a press release:
Another lovely friend of Advancement sent me a press release that is pretty awesome:
Here's something surprising:
So did Prince make it rain at the Super Bowl? Does he have that power? I wouldn't put it past him. The bigger question is Why did he feel like he needed to do covers? Of course, we know the answer to that: He is Advanced. I liked mostly everything about his performance, especially his starting with the "We Will Rock You" drums. I know when I think of Prince, I think of Queen.
Thanks to Pandora, I discovered the positively Meatloafian "Sniper" by Harry Chapin (like Columbus discovered America I guess, because I would imagine there are aboriginal Chapin fans who have known this song for years), and I have to say it was an extremely Advanced listening experience. Chapin wasn't Advanced, of course, but to listen to that whole song is a highly Advanced exercise. Here are some of the lyrics:
Pretty Advanced of Brian Eno to produce Coldplay's next record, though I'm guessing that he won't be doing this one pro bono. (Though you can't see me, I'm giving you my "get it?" look.)
A few thoughts from the no-longer-too-young-to-fall-in-love Nikki Sixx from blabbermouth:
According to Billboard, 40 ampitheaters just got a little more awesome:
This picture is from the New York Times. I'm pretty sure it's an article about that time Andy Dufresne played music over the loudspeakers at the Shawshank Prison. Actually it's a picture accompanying an article about the recent "crackdown" on Mixtape CDs. What's wild is that it's a picture of a record, but the article is about mixtape CDs. But really, I just think it's a silly picture.
This is a nice photo of what looks to be a rehearsal of the recent Berlin revival (is that the term?) that I saw. And for those of you whose eyes are drifting, that is a youth choir behind him.
Speaking of Joe Walsh, Salon's Audiofile is now the domain of a recently discovered Friend of Advancement and James Gang fan. I've always appreciated Audiofile (it's nice to get a little treat every day, even if you don't absolutely love the song), and now I have even more reason to.
I'm constantly thinking about ways to make people understand (and agree with) the Advanced Theory. Here's something: An Advanced Artist is like a song that you loved but played so many times you stopped loving it. The song is still great, but you've just gotten tired of it. Advanced Artists have long careers, so it would make sense that even their biggest fans would mistake their fan fatigue (or even critics' fatigue) for a decline of skill in the artist. In other words, everybody's so different, they haven't changed.
As I was listening to one of my Pandora stations (the one I've called Lou Reed), I was reminded of something that I'd like to share with the five of you left still reading my blog. When you are listening to a customized station that takes your recommendations into account when deciding what to play, there is a hidden danger. Even though you might like a song, you might not like other songs like it. For instance, if a Pink Floyd song comes on my Lou Reed station, I have to skip it, even if I like it because of the various horrors that I would be letting into the station (like Queensryche, for instance). I guess that danger isn't so hidden, but while debating inside my head whether to accept a song from Physical Graffiti, I thought of the opposite phenomenon that occurs on the radio. When you're in an unfamiliar town and you're flipping around the dial for a station you can live with, you might choose a station that is playing a song you hate, say "Champagne Jam" (damn you ARS), because it suggests that the station will be playing things that you like. This is all seeming much less profound to me as I write it than when I was thinking it. But it is fun to think of all the terrible songs out there that make me stop turning the dial because I can guess that the next song will probably be "Heartbreaker," with "Living Loving Maid" attached if I'm lucky.
I ride up to Paul Stanley's Tuscan-style villa, greeted by him, his wife (Erin), and his two boys. "We enjoy entertaining," he says to me, "but we don't go out." I smile appreciatively, looking over his 9000-square-foot home, perched high in the hills. "There's no Viper Room. For us, it's the diaper room," he adds, and we all laugh the tired laugh of new parents. We walk past the outdoor fountains and column-lined loggia that blend into the landscape, and I look out onto the view of the Pacific. "It's so much like Europe," Paul notes, "that you'd be fighting what's natural in the terrain to build something else." Inside, I'm taken aback by the hand-painted frescoes that abound, especially the one in the dining room depicting celestial gods and goddesses among the clouds. "Tiepolo," he says, not needing to say more. Colin, their four-month-old, smiles up at his father, who meets the child's gaze but speaks to me: "There's something comfortable about being in a place that has a soul." The star that frames his eye is perfect.
Here it is:
Bryan Ferry really wants us to believe he is Advanced:
Let's get the year started with a nice rumor:
It's just the audio, but boy is it gratifying. Have a listen. Hey, I just found it on video.
I'd love to believe you've all been waiting for my review of the Berlin concert (or that there is an "all" out there reading this), but I've been too upset about the Allen Iverson situation to write. Now that he is snuggled safely in Denver, I can finally put my mind to the important work of telling you what I thought. As "Sad Song" came to a close, I considered rushing home to the computer and writing: It Kicked Ass. But now that I've had all this time to think about it, I can't leave it at that. So let's start with before the show began:
I have an Advanced spy who had a spy at Advanced-Aspirant Rufus Wainwright's Christmas concert at Carnegie Hall. Here's the second-hand report, as reported by the third hand, me:
There's a lot of overlapping from the article in the previous post, but the Times guy writes better. Here are some highlights:
There's a great article about Lou Reed at Stuff.co.nz that you should check out. It's title: "A Walk on the Wild Side With Lou Reed." My lord that's awesome! Anyway, here are a few bits:
It was only a matter of time:
I've been looking forever for a video of Paul Shaffer impersonating Cher singing "O Holy Night." If you can find it, please let me know! (I would settle for the sheet music for "Yeah!".)
Slate must be looking for traffic becuase they're running a contest for which the grand prize is a guitar signed by Bob Dylan. All you have to do is watch the video for "Thunder on the Mountain" and answer 20 questions. The tiebreaker "calls upon contestants to summon their inner Bobs and craft one four-line, 12-bar blues lyric, to be sung to the tune of 'Thunder on the Mountain.'" I wish I were the judge for that one, as I would imagine the entries would be pretty fascinating.
I love Bruce Springsteen and all, but recently I heard "Born in the USA" and I thought to myself, "I'm not so sure I agree with the Boss's aesthetic decisions." And that goes for almost everything he ever did, except Nebraska and "Born to Run." Now that I look at that written before me, I'm embarrassed that I have such Overt opinions. I guess I'm going to have to bury myself in Bruce until I see the Advanced light. (As a side note, I'm not so sure I agree with Eric Burden's lyrical decisions.)
The Flaming Lips are going to have a street named after them in their hometown in Oklahoma, which will be confusing because there's already a Flaming Pie street.
As you may remember, I predicted that Dunkin' Donuts will soon lose the "donuts" part of their name, just like Kentucky Fried Chicken became KFC. Well, tonight I saw a commercial tonight celebrating their latte, called the Dunkin' Latte. My guess is that by Thanksgiving, they will call themselves just Dunkin' and use a slogan like "We're more than just donuts" in an attempt to get more of the Starbucks crowd. The question is, will they also use "Sweet Home Alabama" as their theme song? Also, as you might expect, this whole post is an excuse to use the headline "Dunkin' Chic."
Robert Smith has writer's block, but don't worry Cure fans:
A while back I wrote about the lucky guy who bought a Velvet Underground acetate (for the Nico album) for 75 cents at a record fair. Well, now he's doing what any music lover would do: He's putting it up for auction. Apparently it includes five tracks that are the same as the album, but "Heroin," "I'm Waiting for the Man," "European Son," and "Venus in Furs" are different. Wouldn't it be great if the different versions were in the style of Rock and Roll Animal? At any rate, the bidding is now at $130,000, so if you want to give it to me for Christmas, you might want to find some people to help you pay for it.
A friend of mine wrote me an email that I'd like to share with you:
Neil Diamond has overcome the coding fiasco that was "12 songs" and is headed back to the studio with Rick Rubin:
This is a pretty great hacked guitar. How awesome would it be to be playing RBI Baseball and playing along with the music at the same time?! (See more pictures.) One other thing, you should really check out Very Little Known Facts. The post about hedge funds is too great to be believed.
As you know, Lou Reed will be staging Berlin in December. Here's some new info about the event:
Check it out (from Let's Go Digital):
I have been listening to Lee Hazelwood's Cake or Death (apparently Warren Zevon is naming other people's albums from the grave), which I think might be the most Advanced record of the year. You will hardly believe the Bach and Mozart--pronounced like Moh-ssart--non-Stravinisky breakdown in "Fred Freud" or the German singing in "Nothing." What isn't Advanced about that song? Gar nichts. And you will surely love his version of "Please Come to Boston," especially the "ain't no gold" part.
I got an email from bobdylan.com today that featured some Dylan-related Christmas gifts. I like the Terra-Cotta Coffee Mug Setg, but these bears are my favorite.
According to this, maybe so:
This is pretty good:
Ricky Gervais will be appearing on Bob Dylan's radio show. It would be pretty fun to watch "The Office" on DVD with Dylan.
Here they are! (Thanks to VFFM!) I'm very flattered that the Bossman Cometh thinks of me when a picture of Mike Watt and Kelly Clarkson emerges.
Glenn Danzig's Blackest of the Black tour will stick to the West Coast because he likes to be near his home. Here's the scoop, from livedaily:
When Chuck Klosterman wrote that he thought that Val Kilmer was an Advanced Actor, I wasn't so sure. My doubts are no more:
This is unsurprising:
Please enjoy Lou Reed's Iraq protest song, which is a remix of "Walk on the Wild Side" (of course!). You won't believe how Advanced it is.
Here's something I didn't know:
Billboard bulletin: Bad Brains back in business...
Prince is opening a club in the most Advanced city in America, Las Vegas. Will it now be the funkiest city too?