Read it here.
-D. M. Collins
Read it here.
-D. M. Collins
Tonight I am DJing an event with dublab at the Virgil. For those who know me, I used to DJ every week at the Garage, many, many years ago, and then had a set once a week at dublab. So for me, DJing a dublab event at the Virgil is a super double-backed reverse return to my much younger self!
If you want to see me with a youthful glow, or give me a youthful blow, come out to the Virgil tonight.
I just finished reading Laurel Canyon: The Inside Story of Rock-and-Roll’s Legendary Neighborhood. While it was cool to read about Frank Zappa’s log cabin and Joni Mitchell living with Stephen Stills, I have to admit that in my heart, I still prefer balls-out rockers to any of these hippie fucks. What the fuck can Stephen Stills tell me that the Music Machine can’t blow out of the water? You can FEEL this music. In your groin.
As for Laurel Canyon, it was a decent read, though there was a whole chapter and a half about the Troubadour that had very very very little to do with the book’s thesis statement. For the record, I love a good chunk of the musicians who lived in Laurel Canyon back in the day. The ones who live there now suck ass, though.
Stooges guitarist Ron Asheton was found dead today. He was only 60.
Though all obituaries about him will start by mentioning his work with the Stooges, including mine, I think perhaps he’d prefer to be remembered for some of his work without Iggy Pop. So here it is, a track from his mid-seventies hard rock band, the New Order:
It’s a shame to think I’ll never get to see him play live. I loved him in the super group Wylde Ratttz from the Velvet Goldmine soundtrack, and I think his avant-noise band Destroy All Monsters sounds pretty rad, too, if I can ever get my hands on a fucking copy of their collected recordings.
I just saw this kid twice in one week–one of my bands played with him under a bridge in Frisco, where he performed as a two-piece, and then I caught him playing at a house party in Echo Park Friday night just by his lonesome. He’s been in a bunch of awesome bands, like Epsilons and Traditional Fools, but solo he was somethin’ else. Especially as a one-man band, when he plays drums with his feet, keeping time to his own guitar riffs while playing bluesy four-four garage rockers, he made me shake my wiggle thang many times in a row.
It sounds like a simple formula, but the only thing I can think of in recent memory that sounds like this is the Reverend Beatman. Not sure if Ty knows about him, but Ty’s bringing that same energy, but with less European obsession and more youthful transcendance. Or something.
This is one of my favorite garage bands from Germany–and I’m including the Monks and the early Beatles in that list! The Satelliters discs on Dionysus have always rocked, and this new video’s tremolo keyboards don’t disappoint.
Specifically, they’re playing Mr. T’s Bowl in Highland Park! I can’t believe how awesome this is. Imagine your favorite underground band that was active in your college years that you never got to see. Then modify that by maybe a thousand and you’ll know what I’m talking about.
I actually had a panic attack this weekend that I’d misremembered the date and that I might have missed this show! But thank god it’s happening July 12. I will be enjoying the crap out of this amazing surf-garage-trash rock band that was perhaps my favorite band of its era and genre (the Bomboras and Showman & the Thunderous Staccatos being also in my top three somewhere).