Archive for January, 2009

By Cherie Currie

GOD!!! I’ve been hearing of all these girls that claim they were a member of my band, The Runaways. Frankly, I don’t remember them! I will not name names, I don’t want to be cruel, but hey! In the midst of all that’s going on with the movie, all the blood, sweat and tears that were shed by us five girls: Sandy West — RIP, we love and miss you, baby, Joan Jett, Lita Ford, me, and Jackie Fox, I can’t think of a single person that deserves to carry the torch as the family that were, as Jackie puts it, “The Famous Five”.

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Yes, Vicki Blue joined after Jackie left. I only did a photo session and a rehearsal or two with her. She did go on tour and was a ‘part’ of the band. Micki Steele was a part of the trio before Jackie and I were involved but there was no deal. (So glad she succeeded with The Bangles. She’s a truly gifted artist).

Frankly, I’m sick of these women, staking their claim to something that we (the original five) made happen. And if you (meaning these girls) think that I’m going to stand by idle and let you bask in the sunshine that we five worked our asses off for, you are sadly mistaken.

This movie The Runaways is based on my book. I spent years working on the new version, which the movie is based on. I refuse to let these gals walk in and claim they were or are a part of it in any way.

I’m so proud of Joan Jett and Lita Ford that they continued on in this ‘heavier then hell’ business and made a success of themselves. You are true pioneers and I love you both with all my heart.

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The Runaways were five girls that kicked some major ass. We fought the male-dominated musical world against all odds. I refuse to let anyone other then us bask in glory of what was a fight like no other.

If you want to ‘stake your claim,’ you have to go through me baby… and GOOD LUCK!!!

Respectfully,
Cherie Currie of the one and ONLY, The Runaways!

By the way, with the hope that The Runaways be graced by the Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall of Fame, the ORIGINAL five members should be inducted. No one else.

Cherie Currie was the lead singer of The Runaways. She’s a professional musician, actress, author, and one of the few women in America who create chainsaw art. She writes Cherie Currie’s Guide to Life because she loves you.

By Carrie Waite

Growing up as a little one in the 1970s, my father ALWAYS had a beard. Always, in some form, in some various stage of growth, he was hairy and scary. I had this photograph of him that I was slightly obsessed with because you could actually see his bare face in it. It was either a mugshot or one of those photo booth pics. Let’s go with mugshot.  And I really hated his beard. Every time he’d pick me up for one of those “Dad Weekends”, he would insist on kissing my delicate little face and it felt like sandpaper ripping my skin off. But now, I seem to surround myself with the very thing that frightened me as a little girl. Hairy scary men.

So, tonight we started talking about how all the bands that are popping up in my iPod mix freaking have beards (maybe we’ll cover the ironic mustache trend in a future post, but don’t get me started on that right now). Half the magazine covers at Borders sport a beard (either a beard or Obama this week).

Death Cab For Cutie on The Big Takeover, Fleet Foxes on Under The Radar and even Zach Braff was all sorts of fuzzy on the cover of Geek Monthly. I heard your band must have at least one bearded member to get signed to Sup Pop nowadays and the New World Brewery is like a gang, no make that a secret club for boys with beards most nights. It makes me jealous that I can’t grow one.  

I admit it.  I think beards are pretty sexy, now. Even the scraggly, unkempt ones can have a certain Grizzly Adams charm to them. What is it about the beard? Is it simply a fashion accessory? A resurgent cultural phenomenon? Just plain laziness (this one gets my vote)? Damn manly though, if you ask me.  

Perhaps it’s a sign that my beloved indie-rock has become a “mature” genre. God forbid, are we getting old? Why do all my favorite men look homeless?

Carrie’s favorite hairy bands

The Dirtbombs
Lucero
Drag the River and Cory Branan
Band of Horses
TV On The Radio
Fleet Foxes
Turbonegro
Jeff Tweedy has had some adorable ones
and some really scary ones.
Most iconic beard goes to Lemmy
Sexiest beard has to be Dave Grohl’s

Some Blogs about beards:
John McNicholas even participated in a beard contest a few years back. He still has the stinkin’ thing. It’s adorable, John. 
And I hear jojoba oil is great for when you’re finally ready to rid yourself of the hairy beast on your face and shave it off.

But don’t.

By Gina Vivinetto

Remember Dave Stewart, the wooly guitarist of The Eurthymics, the 1980s British duo that also featured Annie Lennox?

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Stewart has been busying himself over the years with his solo music, studio and production work and, now, designing a custom sex toy.

According to The Sun, Stewart is the man behind a pricey new vibrator – 2000 pounds in England, which converts to…hold on…about $1,300 in the States.

Stewart, 56, has created the diamond-studded “Little Steel Tonight” vibrator. It’s made of solid steel, with a satin finish, and it’s got 28 diamonds adorning it along with the lyrics to Stewart’s new single, “Let Do It Again.”

Stewart also created a more affordable vibrator called the “Little Chroma Tonight” which retails for about $135.

Stewart, the father of four, was married to Bananarama‘s Siobahn Fahey from 1987 to 1996. He’s now married to Dutch photographer Anoushka Fisz.

By Tina Federspiel

Everyone has a favorite tune that just shakes you to the core. One that moves you in a way beyond reasoning and makes you look at life from a different perspective. A song with drums that hit you in the right spot and guitar that makes you want to take up lessons immediately. It’s amazing the effect that music can have on you.

And it’s different for everyone, which is so great.

While it may be a favorite tune at the top of your list, it may be at the bottom of someone else’s. And that’s ok. That person has their own favorite tune and so on and so on.

A great tune will never leave you. It won’t cheat on you and won’t leave you stranded or feeling lonely at any time. In fact, it will find you and take you to a safe place. It’s always loyal and will make you feel better no matter what kind of mood your in. For me, it has to be a rockin’ tune. It can’t be some mamby pamby shit. A slow song is appropriate in its own time and place, of course. But it’s the rockin’ tunes that brings life back into you and give you that second wind.

One of my favorite things to do is walk around this city with my headphones in and set my iPod to a great tune. its like I’m in my own little music video and I’m walking in slow motion. I notice so much more while walking around and I find myself smiling a lot. Which makes people smile back and puts me in a good mood. Anyplace is a great place to listen to a rockin’ tune, but the best places for me –and I do turn it up way loud — are riding on the subway, driving in the car, riding in a taxicab, at the gym, walking around the city getting from A to B or walking home from a late night out. The fact that the earphones are tucked in tight makes it all the better because it blocks everything else out. Sweet.

Some of my favorites songs that stay at the top of the list over the test of time are:

1) “What Ever Happened To My Rock ‘N” Roll?” by the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.
2) “Rock ‘N’ Roll Queen by The Subways
3) “I Wanna Be Adored” by The Stone Roses
4) “Rock ‘N’ Roll Star” by Oasis (Notice a theme here?)
5) “New York Girls” by Morningwood
6) “No Easy Way Out” by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club (Although I almost took this off the list when it made a cameo in the movie The Guardian. Way to let me down, boys)
7) “Life on a Chain” by Pete Yorn
8) “She Sells Sanctuary” by The Cult
9) “I’ll Stick Around” by Foo Fighters
10) “It’s On The Rocks” by The Donnas

Great guitar riffs. Rockin’ beats. Head banging, air drum and air guitar playing! That’s what I’m talking about.

I guess as much as I try to act like I’m an alternative girl, I’m a Rock ‘N’ Roll Sweaty Bitch at heart.

Songs about women murdering men

Posted: January 12, 2009 by ginavivinetto in gender stuff, music
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Our pal Lorna Bracewell, a popular musician, activist, and now blogger in the Tampa area, has written a fun blog post listing rock songs about women murdering men. It reads:

“The idea for this post was born of my accidental experiment with decaffeinated coffee a week or so ago. (You can read more about that here.) One of the completely random and wholly undeveloped thoughts that “seeped in and out of my foggy, throbbing brain” during the course of that experiment was the following: There are a lot of really good songs about women murdering men. I’ve decided to explore and defend this claim. Here’s a list of the songs I was attempting to think about and some speculation as to why I/we enjoy them so much.”

Lorna lists a few favorites: “Janie’s Got A Gun” by Aerosmith and the Dixie Chick‘s “Goodbye, Earl.”

Read the rest of Lorna’s post here and let her –or us– know what other songs about women killing the menfolk we can think of.

By Gina Vivinetto

As anyone knows me knows: this is the most important day in rock ‘n’ roll. I’m going to take this opportunity to reprint an article I wrote for the St. Petersburg Times in 2004 when I was the paper’s pop music critic. It’s five years old, so don’t be fooled by the ages listed:

Raise a toast this day, rock ‘n’ rollers. It’s a special one for music lovers.

Jan. 8 marks the birthday of Elvis Presley, the King of Rock ‘N’ Roll (today Elvis would have celebrated number 69), and the birthday of several more notables in rock history.

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David Bowie turns 57.

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The Doors’ Robby Krieger is 58.

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Little Anthony Gourdine of Little Anthony and the Imperials: 64.

R. Kelly celebrates number 35.

Terry Sylvester of the Hollies is 57.

Shirley Bassey turns 67.

Even the late concert promoter and Grateful Dead buddy Bill Graham, who devoted his life’s work to rock music, was born on this day in 1931.

Can you imagine what rock would be like if Jan. 8 were wiped off the calendar?

Think of the rock history we would have been denied: No “Hound Dog”, as done by Elvis, with leg wiggle. No Bowie dressed as Ziggy Stardust. No “Light My Fire.” (Krieger wrote the tune.) All those legendary Dead concerts at the Fillmore in San Fran – poof! Gone.

You wouldn’t be reading this article. My birthday, too, is Jan. 8, as I’ve been proud to say my whole life.

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As has Jeremy Gloff.

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The Tampa singer-songwriter turns 29 today. Gloff says he found out back in middle school that he’d been born on a special day. Already a music obsessive, “I bragged to everyone about it,” Gloff says. “If the day Buddy Holly died was the day music died, than Jan. 8 has got to be the day the music was born.”

With 12 albums under his belt, tireless Gloff shares a work ethic equal to that of Presley and Bowie.

Could it be a Capricorn thing?

Astrologists say Capricorns, folks born between Dec. 22 and Jan. 19, are a hard-working bunch. Like the goats who represent us on the zodiac, we see a mountain, and by golly, we climb it.

Unfortunately, Capricorns are also supposed to be uptight, prone to mood swings and gloominess, and fastidious to the point where it’s an unpretty line between our orderliness and others’ obsessive-compulsive disorder.

“My CD collection is totally alphabetized,” Gloff admits. “It’s sorted by release dates, all the albums in a row by the date they came out. Even CD singles are organized in between by the date. I’m totally Type A.”

When I spoke with Krieger last year while he toured with the Doors 21st Century, we discussed magic Jan. 8. We jawed about astrology – turns out, Krieger is into the stuff and, like Elvis and Bowie, always searching spiritually.

Krieger said that, like most Capricorns, he’s finding himself less gloomy and more playful as he gets older.

We giggled about how Krieger, in his 20s during the 1960s, believed all of the bad things going on in the world and in his life were part of a great conspiracy.

Paranoid? A Capricorn? Well, the astrology books say we’re “cautious.”

Cautious like Elvis, with his “Memphis Mafia” and rampant conspiracy fears? Walled up in Graceland, shooting TV sets, windows and anything else that reminded him of a reality he couldn’t deal with. Ultimately dying “down at the end of Lonely Street” in his bathroom, fat, bingeing, addicted to the drugs that were meant to combat the mood swings and gloominess and paranoia.

Or David Bowie, holed up, high on cocaine in Berlin during his 1970s recording blitz? Dressing in vintage war clothes as the Thin White Duke, his alter ego too “cautious” to blink in public.

Gloff’s no paranoid freak, but he does see similarities between Bowie and himself:

Like Bowie did during the 1970s, Gloff wears his sexuality on his sleeve or, in the case of Gloff’s pic on Romantico, his latest disc, across his chest. Gloff’s vintage iron-on T-shirt reads: Made for Loving Him. He also changes his look a lot. Right now, Gloff’s head is shaved, but his hair has been an assortment of colors, and he’s been known to wear electrical tape as part of his onstage wardrobe.

Also, as Bowie did several times during the 1970s and the 1980s, Gloff toys with a musical alter ego. When Gloff records his peppy, naughty electronica dance music, it’s under his J.Glo alias.

Gloff gives props to the King, too, but he’s says he’s not much of an Elvis freak. The King’s former queen, however, is another story.

“I’m a huge fan of Priscilla Presley,” Gloff says, “She always had good hairdos, even on Dallas.

Anyway, Happy Birthday, everyone. It’s a rock ‘n’ roll party. Get yourself a slice of cake, that is, if The King left any for the rest of us.

By Gina Vivinetto

Krautrock superstars Kraftwerk are in the news a lot this week. Billboard reports that the band has accepted the opening slot on Radiohead’s spring tour of Latin America.

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Kraftwerk

What a great bill that is for fans of songs about the technology, computers, robots and um, loving technology, computers, and robots. Except, in my opinion, it should be called a double bill because Kraftwerk is too important to be called anyone’s “support.”

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Radiohead

Alas, Kraftwerk has probably sold a tiny fraction of the albums Thom Yorke and company have despite the fact that they’ve been around twice as long and have influenced countless rock and electronica musicians.

In other Kraftwerk news, according to the band’s official web site, founding member Florian Schneider, has left the group.

This leaves only one original member remaining in the band, Ralf Hutter. Geez, that will really change the live show. (I’m just kidding, because they all stand motionless behind behemoth keyboards and pretty much look identical).

Have you seen Kraftwerk live? Radiohead? Does this sound like double-bill heaven to you? Do robots go to heaven?

Miles Davis on fame vs. talent

Posted: January 7, 2009 by ginavivinetto in Gina Vivinetto, music
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By Gina Vivinetto

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“All you’ve got to do in this country today is just be on television and you’re more known and respected than anyone who paints a great painting or creates great music or writes a great book or is a great dancer. People were already calling me ‘Mr. Tyson,’ or saying, ‘I know who you are. You’re that guy who’s married to Cicely Tyson!’ And they would be sincere when they said that. It taught me that a bad, untalented person who is on television or in the movies can be more recognized and respected than than a genius who doesn’t appear on the screen.”

–Late jazz great Miles Davis discussing what it was like being married to film star Cicely Tyson.

I once heard that Miles slapped a man across the face when he asked, “Aren’t you Cicely Tyson’s husband?”

By Gina Vivinetto

Oh no, I just read that Ron Asheton, legendary guitarist of The Stooges, has died. Ron was 60.

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Ron was found dead this morning in his home in Ann Arbor, Michigan.

In recent years, The Stooges, which also included Ron’s brother Scott Asheton and the great Iggy Pop, had reunited and in 2007 the band released The Weirdness, a critically acclaimed album of new material.

By Tina Federspiel

Living in New York city for the past two years has been one of the greatest experiences thus far in my life. For a music lover, it’s the ultimate city to live in. But it doesn’t stop there. If you love art, ethnic food, different cultures, and checking out the live music scene on any given night of the week, then this is the city for you.

I moved here from St. Petersburg, Florida for a job and, to be honest, I dreaded coming here at first and I’ll tell you why. The main reason was that I would have to become accustomed to doing my laundry at a laundromat and this really bummed me out. Never take for granted the fact that you can do your laundry in your home at any time. Like all things, it took some time getting used to. Now I’ve grown accustomed to doing it on a Friday morning and I bring a good book with me while people are watching. It’s very therapeutic. (There are some crazy fucked-up people in this city and they are FUN to watch).

The other reason was having to get rid of my car. Again, at first it took a lot of effort to get motivated to get on the train and go somewhere. But now, with this being the “green” era, I feel good about not owning a car and contributing to the deterioration of the ozone layer and global warming.

So in retrospect, moving to New York was a good thing.

And the music: Wow, where to begin? I never knew how many bands came out of New York: Ambulance LTD, The Damnwells, Yeasayer, MGMT, Sonic Youth and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, to name a few. And, you can almost guarantee that your favorite band will make it through this city more than once a year. How many times does that happen in your town?

I’m constantly looking for that ultimate band to move me at a live show. A band to leave me with an all-natural high that I’m still grinning about days later. A band so good, you have to buy a T-shirt. That’s right, I said it: I’m a T-shirt buying whore and I’ll wear them anywhere I want to.

One band to always get out and see if you get the chance is Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. If you know me, you know they’re my all-time favorite.

No new stuff this past year, but I always seem to catch a new song they recorded here and there. Worth the money for a ticket any time they play!