1) UV RACE covering DAVE E AND THE COOL MARRIAGE COUNCILLORS
2) TERMITES COVERING ROLLING STONES TELL ME (SO MUCH BETTER THAT THE STONES' VERSION OK!?) Termites were mod girls from Walthamstow who released two 7"s... genuine 60s pent up emotions
3)SNIVELING SHITS COVER JACQUES DUTRONC
4)DELMONAS COVERING A LOU REED TIN PAN ALLEY ERA JAM
5) Phones Sportsman Band COVERING SLADE! YES! YOU ARE HAPPY 6) THE DOOR AND THE WINDOW DO THEIR BEST DAN TREACY IMPRESSION
7)MELODY DOG DON'T WORRY BABY
8) SPIDER AND THE WEBS COVER WEEKEND'S NOSTALGIA
(Or maybe it's just tobi with some spiderweb help?!)
I haven’t written a column for the past few months; I broke
my right hand in a terrifying bicycle collision with a SUV and it was too
frustrating to type out a sentence with my left hand, let alone a few thousand
words. But also I have felt pretty dissatisfied, a sense of malaise and torpor
settled in and I had nothing to say so I didn’t say anything. One of the
reasons I quit coordinating MRR is that I envisioned myself doing all these
cool projects on my own terms, like writing for myself and not just for the
magazine, maybe starting a band or a new fanzine. Instead I have been holed up
in my room with various illnesses and injuries and filled with misgivings and a
total lack of energy or desire to do anything but go to work and go to bed. I
am forcing myself to write this screed, just in an attempt to get back into the
act of writing. What can I write about? The guy at Trader Joes who asked me
about my Die Kreuzen badge, then launched into a list of bands asking me if I
liked any of them. NO, I hate them all. None of this has anything to do with
Die Kreuzen or my button, and what is it with people like me wearing a
signifier like that but not actually wanting to talk about Weezer or reunion
bands with some random guy in a grocery store?! Things I hate: Weezer, Jawbreaker,
the audience at any reunion show, competition, 7”s that cost over $7 that are
brand new records, men who think your very presence in public is an invitation
to a monologue / “lesson.” The Punk Nod is all very well, because it’s a nod, a
secret signal, but maybe I have PMS, maybe I am just in a bad mood, but that’s
about all I can take right now. Certain bands make my skin itch and I would
rather listen to Doc Dart’s solo record fifty times in a row than anything
Blake Schwarzenbach will ever produce.
This fascinating
article I am producing might indicate a sort of distaste with the punk idea;
this is far from the facts. I love the sounds and ideas that exist under that
particular umbrella, new and old, that is one of the benefits of volunteering
at MRR, continual affirmation that the punks are producing good sound ideas on
a frequent and never ending basis. The opposite is also true, there are many
dull and tired ones, but they are wiped clean by the excitement of the new
possibilities that exist! I wrote a thing on ye olde blogge
(whatwewantisfree.blogspot.com) about sounds and bands I am excited for new
sounds from in 2013. You are welcome to check it out and maybe mention your
favorite new bands/records. 2013 is a broken possibility so far in terms of
personal goals and health, but the sounds are gonna heal us all right? Charred
and jagged massage through punk rock.
Things I don’t want to
talk about: Riot Grrrl. I think girls are starting cool bands, and making
radical culture in many different contexts, which is great and inspiring, and I
hope that some of the women who instigated grrrrldom write books (Allison Wolfe
/ Tobi Vail / Kathleen etc etc) BUT I am totally not interested in
participating in panel-discussion-cultures about my own experience as a
thirteen year old Riot Grrl no more. Not right now anyway. Maybe I will in the
future, and I have done in the distant past, guilty as charged, in a Gehry
designed museum nonetheless. Maybe it’s the combination of working at City
Lights and formerly helping to run MRR, but
the whole academic writer’s workshop culture creation lifestyle is making me
wanna run to the hills, or at least stay in my room and brood. Definitely not
create new works of art, or arts of work. I would say just write a zine or
start a band, do something… desperate times. We are disappearing into an age of
endless critic culture, where things get commented on until they are pounded
into a fine grain, micro granules that blow away, to be forgotten next week. If
you self-identify as a writing type, one who likes to put words on the page, to
whine and opine, then what are you to do in the face of all of this noise? Not
writing seems like the obvious choice, and I think one of the things that
attracted me in the first place to punk and hardcore and DIY was the creation
and negation aspect of the culture. Denial! Refusal! I don’t wanna go down to
the basement… I don’t want to write rock criticism; I don’t want to talk about
it. At any rate, this is a rambling anthem to the dispossessed and abandoned. Make
of it what you will.
Things I love, a list for your eyes only.
Charlotte Pressler: a writer and musician from Cleveland OH,
who has written deftly about her city’s profound musical history and heritage, and
who has a beautiful solo LP with art by John Morton, of Electric Eels and X_X
fame that you should grab instantly. Someone just uploaded some tracks she recorded
in the mid ’80s in NYC to ye olde youtube, look up Red Dark Sweet if you want
relentless joy imposed upon your brains. It was a cassette only release, and
sounds like Electric Eels and Screamers and um fucking No New York all at once. It’s a gift! Charlotte Pressler for prez. “What’s
That Sound I Hear” is particularly fantastic. Oh wait I think it's actually called Mrs Hanson! Sorry.
END OF LIST! Write me at Layla at maximumrocknroll dot com.
these are the records and songs I listened to the most in 2012
Brian Eno: taking tiger mountain LP
following on from which was Ultravox's first two LPs pre Midge Ure ruining their sound/band
I listened to the Coffin Pricks mp3s Jeff sent me a lot. Chris Thomson has the best voice.
Also PAgan Icons by Saccharine Trust, I hate the culture of endless trend that is inherent in punk rock scenes, "we are really crazy mutants! check out our crazy antics!" that shit makes me wanna go home, or rather not leave my home. I would rather listen to Pagan Icons, or Crucifucks than watch "crazy" "zany" hardcore reenactment troupes. some of my teenage pals (when I too was a teenager) were in a graffitti crew, and one of them used to tag be rather than seem. be rather than seem. "become who you are" a boring idea free grunt being "wild" no thanks. I don;t know. "genuine" "authentic" "scare quotes" "wild" "tame" "real" "pastiche" "blah"
DOC DART
DOC DART vs "Your Band Is Boring"
A REPORT
I listened to the four star comp on a shitty tape I made from graham booth which also featured grupo 415 synth damaged classic "My Walkman Loves Me" of which I can find no record online to play you, but it is SO GOOD, as good as the anemic boyfriends and I got a copy of the 7" a couple weeks ago.
and of course THE PACK!!
BEST FUCKING GUITAR SOUND! seriously. only good kirk brandon band really, but SO GOOD
also listened to Lori and the chameleons alot, another dollar bin find:
and this white magic song:
I listened to the D Vassalotti LP and latest Merchandise LP on REPEAT, mostly the first one as it fitted a weirdly isolated year.
also LOVE CHILD, i wrote them off as a twee pop nothing so never paid attention, but please this 7" is SO GOOD, he's so sensitive sounds like a blondie outtake but with no new wave at all, and sitting on the sofa, witness! best song about sofas and sitting since the kinks?
and the textones. I didn't know kathy valentine was in a ore go gos band that actually worte a few songs the go gos used, and were on stiff records
I also listened to this Spraypaint Love song which is on the wonderful treat tape which I think came out for the international pop underground in 91? you can listen to it here:
also this song by the go team that someone uploaded to youtube
OK youtube DJ jukebox situations. I am not really talking about stuff that came out in 2012 so much? I guess not. well you can buy the next MRR and get the scoop on that to some extent, but I missed out on putting the daylight robbery LP which was a total mistake, as I love that band and record. I got sort of bored of "urgent post observers sort of wipersy bands" it felt like a deluge, but this record sort of fits in with that feeling but has something about it that makes it amazing. I love the John Doe/Exene styled interplay, but the lyrics and songs are really sincere and not really X-like at all beyond the way the vocals interact. anyway, it rules and I love this banda nd wish they would come to california.
my favorite live bands I think were merchandise and spider and the webs? tho I am sure I am missing thigns out but those are the only two that spring to mind. my record tragedy of the year was my gene clark LP being totally warped and unplayable due to a complex situation I don;t feel like talking about, but it involved gentrification and estate sale divas. i got another 7" I have wanted for along time, a comp that features the take's classic "summer":
I listened to household a lot still, and autoclave and slant 6.
and for obvious reasons I listened to BIKINI KILL a lot (obvious meaning I wrote the liner notes for the reissue)
and to huggy bear also. OK that is the end of my musical report. I am sure I forgot something. Oh wait girl on the run by honey bane and FUCKING COMET GAIN who I totally listened to obsessively all year as always, and sonic youth sister, I have an old SST tape which I listen to on the way to work most days, and um emmylou harris 13 LP. and guy clark dublin blues, patty griffin long ride home, and I got obsessed with JUDY CLAY and listened to OV Wright a lot too.
and can I want more
I haven't written a column in MRR for the last two months. I broke my hand in a bike accident and descended into an unproductive state of disinterest and disdain. My record player was too high for me to reach and my shitty broken right hand prevented me from existing in my usual manner, all of these things amongst others conspired against me and created an atmosphere of negativity and frustration. Since I am a punk this should have fueled my existence and given my work meaning, but instead I just read the internet and got on the shitty train to work and nothing came out of it, like one of those 80s anarcho / class war drawings of a mobius loop worker drone, bed/work/home/death. Like Greg Sage singing "no solution" over and over again until it's clear the revolution is not gonna come and I am just gonna sit there and rot into the couch...
Anyway I half heartedly worked on my year end top ten for MRR, which will be in the next issue (the one that comes out in February 2013 but is called March 2013 for some confusing reason you will never understand). And I picked some records I listened to a lot, but I am sure I missed things as my enthusiasm was low... so anyway, this thing is a list of records I am LOOKING FORWARD TO LISTENING TO IN 2013, This is a blog post about THE FUTURE.
Spider and the Webs have a record coming out this year, I actually don't know this for a fact but I know Tobi, James, Bongo Randy and Chris were in a recording studio and when I saw them play live they played some sick new jams that are gonna rewrite our bad times. Here is Tobi singing a song by the post-Young Marble Giants band Weekend... Nostalgia.
The most important record of the year will come out on La Vida es un Mus records, and is THE VIXENS!!!! this demo was my top ten of 2011 so I trust the record will make 2013 a livable year.
The next most anticipated item would be a new CRAZY BAND LP/7"/FLEXI
PS someone send me the tape.
AFTER THAT WOULD BE A NEW CASUAL DOTS LP WHICH I HAVE HEARD IS HAPPENING!!!! Kathi Wilcox, Christina Billotte, Steve Dore; a force to be reckoned with!
One type of music I have been enjoying this year is girl bands that are in the Bomp!/Dictators/Runaways sphere, sort of highways and dirty streets and back alley music that isn't shitty bar rock... I love the Splits
who are from Finland, and I also have been listening to MP3s of the Bleached LP which comes out soon
It's total LA girls weighed down with broken hearts and bad attitudes, armed with Blondie and Ronettes 7"s, and making a record in the tradition of the Runaways, very much summing up the feeling of Los Angeles in a certain and distinctive way...I also have been enjoying the Veronica Falls LP MP3s, although they are so English it's almost unreal, the cut glass BBC accents not heard since Sarah records was a viable entity! Nothing they do will ever top the majesty of their first two 7"s, but the new record is a cool listen, parts of it totally reminded me of listening to the Sundays when I was a skateboarding 13 year old, but I am not sure that is what they were going for! I think they write great songs, but they have yet to write a consistently great LP. But they are fantastic to watch play, and the good songs are like Comet Gain playing the Flatmates while the TVPs nod off in the background.
I am looking forward to the Milk Music LP though the just released version of this song below is more rock than I usually dig, but who knows...
Also Potty Mouth recorded a new LP, not sure who is putting it out but cool...
And Bona Drag who I freaked out about a few months back are getting reissued by Captured Tracks, which is great as their music was only available on scratchy transferred from cassette youtubes!
C.R.A.S.H are putting out a new 7", the only format. As someone who is totally bored with metallic tinged HC (I could go into more detail about what I mean by this, but I don't want to be mean.) their sound is totally refreshing, like apple pie and pcp.
Someone should do a record of all the Coffin Pricks songs; I know they recorded more than just that 7"!
I am looking forward to records from Olympia bands (not sure if these bands actually have records coming out...) Gag, Spiritual Warriors, Grimace, Vex, Crude Thought; I am sure there are more I am forgetting. Joaquin and Rachel's band?! And all Weird TV members need to do new bands. I wanna see all the new Perennial releases. Also a glass tipped to new Candice and Osa jams, speaking of which NOLA is having a form a new band or perish fest this summer, details here: nomorefiction.tumblr.com
I am looking forward to hearing about new bands from members of Livid, Displeasure and Opt Out all of whom broke up this year, Bay Area scene report. I think Index are recording again? They are great, sham 69 meets kleenex. And members of Needles, Brilliant Colors and Balance of Terror have formed Flesh World who I have yet to see... And Brilliant Colors have a flexi coming out I think for a tour?! Prank records is putting out replica and I think permanent ruin!? girls have pretty much taken over bay area HC, which is cool... Tony and Michael from the Ovens are each in fifty bands too, speaking of which Caged Animal have a record out soon I think!? Oh and Peach Kelli Pop moved to Oakland, so we can all do the eggroll much more frequently... and Burger records are putting her new LP out, which I hope is as fresh as the first one. I hope Cyclops put out a triple LP as all their 7"s have been absolutely essential, a Portland/Bay Area force... This is an incomplete scene report as I live out at the Pacific ocean nowadays and can hardly get myself to go to shows. Hopefully this will change?! I have seen some amazing shows this year, but recently I have been in bedroom boredom mode. Anyway hopefully more bands will form, bands I like will play and I will enjoy it and stop feeling like I am watching a trend being digested and regurgitated over and over... I wanna see Hoax play. and Creem. and Goosebumps, wait there are so many bands I hear about but am forgetting the names of. Justin talked about some youth attack HC tape that made his top ten that sounded amazing?!
OH SHIT WAIT NY SCENE REPORT, I guess you have to ask bidi: amipunkyet.tumblr.com IN SCHOOL gotta make a record, that's all I know. It seems like there are fifty million bands, so many cool girl bands, a new landscape is forming. Also shout out to Anna Nasty and MJ holding down AZ girl sound eternal. Oh and someone send me the last Dark Times 7"! I can't figure out how to order it without spending 30 fuckin euros from some insane german distro! Anyway. I am gonna leave you with Good Throb. Does irreparables have a record out yet?!!Also I am gonna assume all the women of Trash Kit are in fifty amazing new bands already that I wanna hear.
Since I have no column in this month's MRR i will put my aborted first paragraph here, and a top five. Sorry for crazy formatting I am no pro, lo pro, no pro. Number one!
I have been listening to the Weekend '81 Demos on repeat. Weekend were Alison Statton's post Young Marble Giants band, and the LP and EPs are full of very polished lounge pop, somewhat reminiscent in feel of Paul Weller's post Jam band, the Style Council. The Specials also put a lot of lounge stylings on their later records, so it must have been a "thing" in post 1980s English music culture. Easy European influenced sounds meant to invoke a feeling of stylishness and a cosmopolitan post-war ease, but imbued with a post-punk arch distance made more vicious when you consider the brutal reality of life under a Thatcher government. The demo versions of the Weekend songs have an unease and awkwardness that brings them closer to Young Marble Giants work than the "official" versions, making them a perfect soundtrack to a month spent feeling out of sorts and disconnected.
TWO!
WHY DIDN'T I BUY LUDELLA BLACK LPs and KYRA LPs!!! I have fifty thousand Holly Golightly ones!!! and delmonas and headcoatees. WANNIT!
This was a song i put on mix tapes from the delmonas LP, here is the original tin pan alley version, written by lou reed and john cale!
THREE!
I listen to comet gain a lot at work, have been revisiting this LP, though I much prefer Rachel as a singer, this girl holds no candle to Rachel's majesty! But still so many good songs! and her voice is cool
FOUR
I have been having a power pop moment, but only jams and no kreepy stalker boy power pearl drivel
THE SHIVVERSSSSSS!!!!
FIVE
If you click on this you will see a magical video of Francoise Hardy floating thru picadilly circus in the 60s. it's not her best song but let's go back in time and hang out in London in the 60s, read Shena Mackay and imagine distant galaxies and stifled lives all at once
I am sitting on my sofa deflated and dejected, (like the
Kinks song or the Lovechild song? You decide! If you have not heard either one
I command you to do so immediately!
Youtube either band name and word sofa and
all will be revealed). My skin feels like it’s covered with wire wool, my bones
are aching and my brains are dissolving. I cycled home from work last night and
while I was stopped at a stop sign, in the pouring rain after an hour long cycle,
some upstanding citizen in his seventies felt the need to stop his car and
inform me that all cyclists were cocksuckers, myself included. I don’t
understand why men think it’s OK to approach lone women after dark, literally
when I am by myself commuting home from the night shift at my work, every
fucking shadow is a potential attacker. Don’t talk to me or whistle while
walking behind me, or catch my eye. Get the fuck away from me and let me go
home without having to negotiate your potentially threatening presence. I
imagined this shitty old man calling his grand daughter a cocksucker as she
rode around on his front lawn on her bike with training wheels. I imagined him
being one of those leaden republican trolls that have made the comments section
on any news website unreadable with their bile and hate and rage. I imagined
him driving into the concrete posts of the bridge I had just passed under as I
bombed down the hill as fast as I could to get away from his shitty Giants
baseball cap and Archie Bunker persona. I thought about my grandparents, both
from Kentucky, both so kind and generous and sweet to strangers and friends
alike. Two people who probably never called anyone a cocksucker in their lives,
and wondered to myself what could have happened to this toxic human, probably
considered to be part of the “greatest generation,” that made him think it was
OK to call a lone woman commuter a cocksucker!? The internet has quickly made
the most vile thoughts part of the national discourse, people’s bodies and
politics are dissected by lizard like minds who haven’t read a book since some
teacher made them do so in high school, if then. Being an ignorant hateful
troll is considered real American home-spun apple-pie authentic; people who
would have known previously to hide their secret hatreds let them ooze out into
the public sphere, goaded by talk radio hosts and Palin like politicians.
I am sitting on the
sofa listening to my favorite Francoise Hardy LP and drinking my second cup of
coffee, gearing myself up for the cycle into work past oblivious blonde ladies
driving Mercedes SUVs whilst screaming at the hired help on smart phones whilst
simultaneously doing all they can to obliterate me and my bike with their tank
like vehicles. Past guys with Euro-stubble in convertibles with “I Ride with
Romney/Ryan” bumper stickers emblazoned proudly on the back blasting terrible
Ibiza house jams. This is San Francisco! My bike ride takes me through the
worst part of the city, inhabited by people whose biggest struggle is picking
which brunch place to line up outside each week. Most of the time I see through
them, and just charge up and down the hills towards my work, a bastion of
radical thought and literature in a sea of gross dudes puking on their pleat
fronted chinos as they veer from strip joint to strip joint. I have understandably
never really hung out in this part of the city before, it’s constructed for the
entertainment of oblivious yuppies and the hills above it are inhabited by the
1%. People who pay more in taxes in one year than I will make in ten years! Well,
that’s if the tax cuts for the rich do not continue! It’s pretty insane when
you hear about someone who will have to pay $130,000 in taxes on their income
this year if the tax cuts stop. No wonder that jerk in the convertible rides
with Romney. There is another half of this city where kids graduate from high
school without being to write a sentence, where women work three or four jobs
to make rent as boho youthful yuppies cycle past on $2000 fixed gear bicycles,
farm to fork brunch-ward bound.
Anyway I am full of bile
today, but here are some things that make life less hateful.
1) Finding a stash of old Flamin Groovies Filmore posters at
my work, cool Monty Python meets Art Deco stylings.
2) Reading the book The
Manuscript Found at Saragasso,I
saw the movie, an amazing Polish psychedelic disturbance created in the 60s, but
was intimidated by the book for some reason. I thought it was gonna be Don Quixote style work, but it isn’t.
It’s a total pleasure to read, like Italo Calvino rewrote Chaucer. A million
stories piled on top of each other and somehow though the book is as thick as Moby Dick you can’t put it down. Endless
adventure!
3) The amazing Finnish band the Splits sent me their LP!
It’s on P Trash and it rules so hard! They remind me of the Testors, the Dictators,
but are all girl, and I think I already wrote this in my review of their 7” a
few issues back, but they named themselves the Splits because they loved the
Slits and the Splits equally. So rad.
4) Diane of Livid/Opt Out/Brilliant Colors fame joined my
favorite local band, Index! Index is the best and they have a tape you should
send out for OK? I am reviewing it next issue, but it’s so so so good! For
people that love Sham 69 as much as they love the Kleenex 7”!! http://cut-up-tapes.tumblr.com
5) Bona Dish! An amazing
mostly girl band from the early ’80s who only had two tapes, both of which you
can download if you can use an internet search engine or listen to on YouTube,
total strange bedroom post punk constructions that are dark and poppy in a
primitive compulsive fashion. They have a Facebook page with lots of links for
you to check out! www.facebook.com/pages/bonadrag
That’s all the positivity I have mental capacity for this
month.
This is the November issue, but it comes out in October, which is is the best month of the year, for autumnal reasons and also for the fact that it's my birthday month,
plus Halloween (even though I never do anything for Halloween).
I am
writing this at work, sitting upstairs at a bookstore in North Beach
watching the chaos unfold, homeless guys screaming at each other about
stolen skateboards, a terrible relentless busker playing the same Led
Zeppelin song over and over again to the delight of a pack of gross
jocks that make up most of the crowd that now hang out in this formerly
bohemian neighborhood. I work the night shift, and cycle nearly nine
miles each way to get to work, from the Ocean to the Bay, through the
park and through some of the ritziest neighborhoods in San Francisco. At
night, at one in the morning when I am bombing the hills towards home
this town seems haunted and empty, spectral and desolate. There are an
inordinate amount of men who go jogging at 1am, alone, huffing down
suburban streets with headlamps, safe in the cocoon of male privilege
that affords them the luxury of not thinking about whether that shadow
is a rapist or a distorted tree... I have been attacked twice during
this commute, once whilst riding my bike and once on the bus before I
started riding my bike; for a while every trashcan looked like a
potential monster, but now things are shifting back. I am still very
aware of my surroundings, very aware that every car full of kids might
stop and fuck with me, that those drunks might push me off my bike, that
that fucked up raver who has stopped his car in the middle of the
street to dance by himself like a windmill might do more than
yell at me aggressively. I don't take chances or feel relaxed; I used to
bomb the last hill, through the darkness of Golden Gate Park staring up
at the stars through the trees or watching the fog creep in and slowly
submerge everything around me. Not so much anymore. But last night I saw
skunks, and a fox and the shadowy shapes of the bison in their pen, and
not another human for the last five miles of my ride. Reading about
other people my age and the struggle to get any sort of paying work
makes me very aware of how good I have it, working full time at one of
the best bookstores in the world with coworkers who I enjoy, for not
very much money and with not the best hours ever. But I can make my rent
and buy a record or two. Privilege.
I have been thinking about
work a lot recently, especially after a year of being underemployed and
barely getting by, and also since ceasing to coordinate MRR, which is a more than full time job. But a job that gives you a sense of security in that you're working from home, the MRR
compound, and in exchange for your labor you don't have to pay rent or
bills. I mean that sense of security is undermined somewhat by the
stressful nature of the job, and the stressful nature of the job is
undermined by the fun and good times that running the best international
punk magazine provides. (In fact, you should write to mrr@maximumrocknroll.com
and ask for a coordinator application if you are a detail orientated
punk music maniac who loves to write! Seriously dooo it! You get to pick
what runs in this very magazine you are holding and live in San
Francisco rent free!!) One of the things I have been doing since I quit
the magazine is helping Bikini Kill with their reissue project. You may
have heard that Bikini Kill started their own record label in order to
reissue all of the BK records and some rare unreleased recordings too,
plus Frumpies and Casual Dots too... It was cool to do something as
radical and exciting as this and get paid for it. The endless paradox of
working bottom rung shitty jobs because you don't want to be somebody's
secretary, or shill for some corporation, and just writing for kicks
and out of desperation... Then getting paid to write about
something so important to your existence as a revolutionary girl punk
youth. Maybe there's some sort of future in words? Well, maybe only if I
move to a town where the rent isn't a mess of pottage. You will see the
fruits of my labors in a month or so when the first EP comes out. It
was really exciting to be a part of something as monumental as this;
Bikini Kill were my generation's Minor Threat, a band that shaped and
shifted the culture and made so many realize that they could do it too.
Including a teenage me! There are so many more women and queers playing
music now, 25 years later. It's so cool, every month there is a new band
or three to freak out about in different parts of the world that send
in their tape or record to Maximum or who I hear about on some
social network site. I bet if you read the archives of my column-blog
thing you would see I extol the virtues of a band or two every month
that were formed by bored and/or adventurous ladies.
(whatwewantisfree.blogspot.com!) Watching the Hysterics and then Weird
TV whilst those bands were on tour were total inspiration forces, and
the Honeysuck 7" I got for review this month too! There are secret girl
histories all over the place, and new ones being created as I type! When
I am toiling at the counter at work I frequently discover crazy girl
bands that only had a tape in 1982, like Bona Dish-discovered via the
433rpm blog and listened to on youtube whilst serving the tourists of
North Beach their Beatnik History Digests! Also reading the comments on
the Termites "Tell Me" youtube page leading to the discovery that they
have another amazing 7", that they were Walthamstow mod girls, and not
just faceless girlgroupettes from a Girls in the Garage comp! So much more where that came from.
At any rate, one of the things that I said when I wanted to stop
coordinating the mag was that I was going to start playing music again;
well reader, I did. I am in a band with a Frumpie and an Awesome, we are
long distance style right now but I think in the future it will be
telepathic... We have songs after a week of skating and late night
practice sessions. Here is a top ten of those times:
1: Skate for fun or not at all, with Frankenstein in the car park of the
Northern. Super 8 footage was shot, so watch your local underground
movie pavilion cuz we are taking over. We don't skate parks, we skate
old school style, parking lots and curbs...
2: Puyallup Fair, which get its own sub top ten 1) the ponies and
bunnies 2) Marissa ate deep fried butter, she is a true soldier for snax
and the revolution 3) the wood butcher art of a life size baby bear
taking a dump on a life size wooden toilet 4) the rollercoasters 5)the
'60s mod rocker aerial sky ride across the carnival 6) the high school
alienation disaffection art competition 7) the crazy hypnotist lady
performance, total audience domination until she started getting all
homophobic / state fair hypnotist hypnotize this 8) it was half price
ride day and there were no lines 9) the skateboarding bird 10) fair food
3: Playing music with Tobi and Marissa, the best, Marissa is a shredder,
Tobi one of the best drummers ever, new excitement sounds for late
night writing lifestyles
4: Watching Sir Drone, one of the best
movies in the history of time. Mike Kelley RIP for real. If anyone has a
copy of this they can dub for me I would be so stoked. This is one of
the best movies I have ever seen, true comic genius, the essence of
punk, the youth movement for all ages.
5: Seeing Henry Rollins and Henri Riot in one night, (or I should say,
Mo Henry Rollins, FREE PUSSY RIOT) hanging out on the bench and lurking
as he lectured the kids after the show about Chuck Biscuits' dual
chocolate milk and booze chugging and drumming style, '82 demos / you're
fired! Why pay to hear him speak when you can lurk the outside the tour
bus after party for free.
6: Chain and the Gang and Spider and the Webs and Grass Widow and
Neonates and Permanent Ruin and Crude Thought and Gag live... We missed
Milk Music, band practice took precedence, but apparently it was gonna
be the last Olympia show in a while so I am sure it was epic. Olympia is
for real a 24 hour society, five shows a night, constant action, all
night diner, girls skating in the streets, everyone is in five bands,
band practice at the deli, shows at the all ages art space or the
pizzeria, or the printmaking studio, abandoned puppies rescued by
sympathetic bar tenders, mo henry.
7) Suzuki Bean book (google it! beat-sploitation for kids!)
8) Watching the seals lunge at the salmon
9) Jean Smith Pussy Riot paintings...
10) Lakeside walks and mod memorial book readings
One of the things I have been working on since leaving Maximum Rocknroll as coordinator is this amazing new project! BIKINI KILL REISSUE!!! Preorder now and get a rad poster designed by Kathi Wilcox! I helped with the liner notes/a fold out compilation of zine writings and images you can also put up on your wall OK? YES! Order it then start your own band immediately.
When I first moved to America I was totally startled by the professionalism exhibited by its punk bands in regards to practicing. I have been playing in bands since I was thirteen, and I moved to the US when I was twenty three, so I had a few bands under my belt so to speak. But some of these bands didn't ever play outside of my bedroom. Some were just a conversation. Only one or two actually had organized practice space, both happening to be at youth centers where we were probably the only teens who had touched the practice space since rave culture decimated anyone's desire, in our neighborhood at least, to be in a band. We mostly formed bands and played music to hang out with each other, and I am definitely not speaking for every single English person or human being that was a punk in London in the '90s, just for my circle of friends. We were all teenage girls from various housing estates in West London, we found each other through our love of underground music, and skateboarding. We performed both of these activities with a distinct lack of interest in reaching for the stars or being the champions of the world. In fact we pretty much just did these things to hang out with each other with in desolate car parks or to somehow trick the antiquated youth club system into letting us make shit-fi sounds on the government's dime.
The first time I played music with Americans, it was a pretty similar mentality; the girls I was playing with had also been in a degenerate teenage punk combo, theirs was Emily's Sassy Lime. That band was drawing to a close, and so when I moved to California we formed numerous new bands with various combinations of girls and played shows whenever we could. Sometimes with only songs written on the plane towards the location in which our gig was scheduled, as was the case when we played Olympia the first time under the name the Dillettoes. We evolved into the Shady Ladies, and maybe some day I will unleash the majesty of our recorded works onto the universe. If you saw us play, you were one of us. When I relocated to the Bay Area the attitude was much more pro gear, pro audio. Everyone had a practice space, huge monolithic amps and preordained riffs. I remember attempting to play with some garage rocker types in Oakland, they riffed and rocked and wailed, and I stood dumbfounded attempting to figure out what the fuck I was supposed to do. I eventually found some miscreants who got my endtimes, collapsible D is for duh guitar style, and formed a band and went on tour, but that was about eight years ago... My teenage band was informed by the sounds of the Shaggs and Huggy Bear, when I discovered Mars, DNA, Void and No Trend that added more ammunition, but I have never been moved by the urge to rawk or shred. This is something that may work for others, and in some cases it makes for an OK sound, but for the most part I would rather listen to say the Primitive Calculators than some perfect modern day approximation of Teenage Head.
At any rate, skate for fun or not at all.
layla@maximumrocknroll.com
whatwewantisfree.blogspot.com
A few years ago Alternative
Tentacles reissued a demo tape onto 10” vinyl that the Melvins had sent into
them in the early ’80s that Jello had rediscovered in his archive. To
commemorate the occasion they performed the record, in the style of so many
bands nowadays, “performing” records from years ago like they are theatre. It
was at the Great American Music Hall in SF, with Jello as support, I got to go
for free as my boyfriend works for the distribution company that AT go through;
I think I even wrote about it in this space, about how the sound was too “pro
gear pro attitude” and didn’t match up with the scrappiness of the essentially
HC demo at all. And about Jello pantomiming to a song called something like
“Coffee Plantation” about all the laptop droids that are taking over coffee
shops in cities, and their barista/server overlords. Well, as you may or may
not know San Francisco is in the middle of another dot com boom; Twitter and
Facebook and a million other start ups and app creators are infesting our
beautiful formally bohemian city and Valencia Street, once center of the
anti-yuppie anti-dot com movement is now totally filled with young people
wearing made in America denim with Lil House on the Prairie mustaches and
sitcom blank eyes consuming all they can... I haven’t lived in the Mission for
five years, and even when I lived there it was clear things were changing,
Valencia has been gentrifying for over twenty years at this point in time, but
it’s apparent the onslaught of the dot com deluge is final and complete.
Walking past Adobe Books and seeing the closing sign in the window felt like
someone had finally taken the air out of the tires of what this city was. Abobe
is a local cultural institution, a second hand bookstore that lets day laborers
and itinerant types sleep on the many chairs, that hosts art openings and
readings by punks and others who don’t fit into San Francisco’s Literary Brunch
scene. It truly was a magical place, somewhere to disappear for a few hours,
and it’s so gross that it’s probably gonna be some gnarly reclaimed wood steam
punk douche hang out that serves artisan pickles in a few months. The city is
on its knees begging for corporations to take huge tax breaks and turn this
place into an extension of the suburbs in which they should be existing. People
that are unfortunate enough to have to work in Silicon Valley still get to live
here, and get driven out on company busses sometimes further north than
Sacramento to their places of employment. It’s not longer “cool” to live in the
safety of the suburbs, so the tactic is to transform San Francisco into such a
place...
It’s
clear they have taken the city bar a few
undesirable neighborhoods, but give
them time! Give them time; the entire city shall be theirs. Maybe even the
foggy desolate ocean-side neighborhood I live in. Right now they are invaders,
but maybe they’ll wanna make it home soon? Hopefully not! It’s a good seven
mile cycle to the Mission, eight miles to North Beach, so maybe a bit far from
the authentic Victorian barber shop recreations, pour over coffee and selvedge
denim emporiums. All you need to do to change the world is change the channel.
The old beer vats that punks once squatted are now condos, and reading about
old existences in the city fills me with nostalgia and melancholy... Radical
labor movements from the early part of the last century have ceded to this?!
Today
I was walking around hitting up all the thrift stores, which is what I like to
do on my day off, and it reminded me of living in lower Manhattan in the late
’90s/early ’00s, when it started to feel like I was living in a mall rather
than a city. SF is much smaller than NYC and the neighborhoods are separated by
huge hills, so it’s easy to stay in one neighborhood and never venture out of
it, sorta like the uptown/downtown dichotomy of NYC I guess? But the globalness
of cool, the insidiousness and ultimately meaninglessness of hipsterisms, where
everything is a commodity, especially ideas, culture, clothing, anything that
someone can attach meaning to and use to sell a product to kids who want more
more more of something new new new. This hyper real hyper endless culture:
blurred amoral bathtub drugged out times, Jane Birkin-ed out girls, every boy
just stepped of a yacht in a Carly Simon song, it feels like that “hot tub
yuppies in Marin on coke” era of post-’60s radicalism: the seventies of Steely
Dan blandness, mellow “authenticity” with no sharp questions about race or
class. Just for the feeeeling, don’t step on anyone’s toes. Everyone loves
post-glam-beachpunk-surf-garage fuzz and is fucking boring and an oblivious
yuppie consuming lifestyle like it’s coke in a golden bowl. Tumblr blog
desolation. Got the outfit, got the cash, let’s blow it all on shitty music and
a bland time! As Esmeralda of Noh Mercy stated in these pages a few months
back, Valencia Street (and all the other similar streets of shame) are full
of yuppies, not “hipsters.”
Anyway, teenage tantrums,
nostalgia, DIY, off the pigs and up the punks.
One of the weird things about running MRR is the insider/outsider take on the music business it offers. The magazine starts out from a place of refusal, an attempt to create something outside of the music industrial complex. And yet for probably the past ten-fifteen years this thing that our version of punk, a thing which the DIY network was put in place to circumvent, has become part of the reality of a lot of the music and musicians we cover. Things that would have once been out of the ordinary are now usual; one sheets from PR companies, bands that supposedly operate on a DIY scale who also play Blackberry / Facebook / corporate holiday parties for thousands of dollars, and of course corporate sponsorship of tours and records and punk festivals. Bands having not only a PR person that handles their records, but also one to promote the tour probably means that the only way they can financially exist is by accepting as much corporate cash as is humanely possible. Of course we exist in an era where only a small fraction of kids actually buy records; music is now seen as being something that should be free, everything is a one sided tape trade, so bands that actually expect to make a living from their sound or even a profit are “forced” to engage with the market place. Right?! There’s a lot of room for contradiction; for instance a friend’s band who I am pretty sure get flowed free sneakers from Nike recently played an anti-Walmart benefit... Of course there still exists a huge underground DIY network of punks that refuse to participate in corporate/pseudo music biz bullshit, and thousands of bands who have no dreams of playing the Diesel tent at SXSW in exchange for a pair of jeans and some coverage on turd-burglermusic.com.
I have been thinking about the incursion of music business practices into punk rock, in the light of the fact that Maximum Rocknroll is thirty, and especially since I now get all my MRR email automatically forwarded and about three quarters of it is made up of relentless PR screeds for bands that you probably own records by. (And many more that you do not! It’s an endless stream of shit).
It’s a different era from the one in which I grew up in for sure. My gateway band was Nirvana, a classic example of a band who desired stardom whilst being repulsed by it at the same time. I can’t imagine any members of that band giving away free Scion branded tube socks at their merch table however... From Nirvana it was a quick descent into actual DIY punk, a lot of which I found out about courtesy of major news outlets like Sassy magazine and the Melody Maker/NME before discovering actual underground communication methods. My teenage punk band, at the height of the Riot Grrl news frenzy would not do interviews with major publications, only fanzines. We had people literally invent interviews with us so they could get their GrrrlScoop taken care of, but we refused partly because of Huggy Bear’s treatment in the press, and partly because of the Fugazi code. Fugazi’s influence seems to have totally waned in terms of band ethics now, but when I was a teenage punk, even if you did not like their music (I did but I know many reading this did not) their ethics and ways of doing things as a band informed the culture in seismic ways. Of course people had lived DIY pre-“Margin Walker”, I am not claiming that Fugazi invented anything, but this was a huge band who insisted in doing everything on their own terms, using small scale DIY ethics even when their LPs made the Billboard Hot 100. I don’t think anything I am saying here is particularly revolutionary, but someone told me what a certain band got paid to play a Blackberry staff party, and it was more than I make in a month. In three months! It just made me think of how for example, now MRR is not paying my rent anymore, my job at City Lights Books is much less appealing in that it doesn’t cover San Francisco rent a lot of the time, and I have to sell shit in order to make the difference... Maybe too much personal information, but I wanted to heighten the fact that although I love my job I barely get by, and I am not someone who is complaining about people making life / financial decisions from the comfort of my parents’ basement or something.
And as I stated before, there are many bands who refuse corporate hand outs, that somehow manage to do US tours without the help of multinational corporations, who rely on the DIY network to sell records rather than the Artie Fufkin PR angle. I am not trying to entirely write off our scene/culture as a mini-music business model because for the most part it is not like that, out of choice and out of necessity, and uh, reality. But we are definitely in an era where it seems for the most part consumers of underground music do not care if the fest they are at is sponsored by PBR or if the band they are watching got their gas money from a car conglomerate. Is creating a semi-DIY mirror of the music business what punk rock is aiming for? I mean I am not saying that punks who have set up their own screen printing, or record mastering or recording businesses should all stop engaging with capitalism and come smoke some banana peels with me, maaan. I understand that it’s better to support a small, DIY business, but I don’t understand the PR creep in. For example, if your band can’t sell any records without the help of a PR person, maybe that indicates that your band does not have enough of a fanbase to be putting out records at this point in time!? But then see my comment about kids not buying records; you have to be pretty popular nowadays to sell a thousand records... It seems the current business model is press 300 of something, attempt to build up some message board hype, hope they sell out instantly and become momentary ebay gold, before people move onto the next internet sensation, forgetting the names of those that went before...
What do I know! I do know that I pretty much delete all emails from PR agencies instantly. I also know that I have only been in one band that anyone (meaning the mainstream media) has cared about, and we had the privilege of not giving a shit about making it in the biz, possibly due to the fact that we were fourteen/fifteen years old. We played big shows (for instance the reason I met Lance Hahn was that J Church were Beck’s backing band when my band supported him...) and that back then, as is the case now, if your band is playing a big show like that, you will get paid about $50-$100 and also have to sign some shit about not playing anywhere in that city for a month. Supposedly the “exposure” you get from having 500-1500 kids screaming at you to go away so they can watch the headliner is payment itself. Unless of course you have a PR agent to negotiate better terms for you. Maybe you can put on your PR agent drag and work it out yourself with the venue, DIY style?! One of my friend’s bands was in this position recently—they were offered lots of amazing “career-wise” opening slots for amounts of money that wouldn’t even cover gas costs, and I was totally blown away by how little the terms had changed from my limited experience of twenty years ago. At one time said she was gonna write a big expose about all of this for the magazine, since she was living it (but without a PR agent representative holding her hand) but it never materialized. All of this shit is a world I am not interested in existing in. Drum tech, guitar tech, sound guy tombstone.
At any rate, this is a rambling confused column, with a lot of remarks that have been made before, but I think since this magazine you are holding has made it to age 30 without compromise, without knowingly taking advertising money from corporate entities, only supporting DIY bands, of a narrow scope perhaps, but on its own terms... I think that’s all the evidence you need that indeed, another world is possible, that punk rock does not owe you a living, that you are the one that owes punk. You have to make punk what you want it to be.
Sometimes when I am at a show, or when I see pictures of kids at shows and every single punk is wearing a bootleg t-shirt of some band that broke up thirty years ago, probably bought online, it makes me wonder what the point of all of this is. Another outfit bought out of a catalog to signify the correct allegiance to whatever subsect you are adhering to!? What does it all mean!? We all walk in line.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
A ceremonial top five! 1: Huggy Bear live in 1994 video on you tube!! This era of Huggy makes me so nostalgic for my teenagerhood... Hardcore records and mod girl haircuts. Angela Davis and the Wipers... 2: Gun Outfit, Spiritual Warriors, Replica and Index live at Thrillhouse. Replica are amazing; ex Duck and Cover and Infect, most girl raging HC with Dharma destroying all previous front people’s attempts at frontpersoning with her total reality. Send off for their tape already. Google that shit. Bay Area hardcore, it’s going off. Index played their first show, Eric from Jump Off a Building/Nodzzzz, Jess Brilliant Color on vox and I think a Traditional fool (I might be wrong) and they sounded like Kleenex playing Sham 69 songs; ie totally sick. Spiritual Warriors are a new mutant Olympia hardcore band, they have a tape you gotta get it. Weird TV and Gun Outfit peoples making your destructive urges seem more necessary. Sick! Gun Outfit bummed out the HC scene who wanted Replica to play (I sympathise, Replica is the best) but Gun Outfit paint landscapes of dark times and loneliness in a specific Northwestern manner that makes me feel like I am watching a movie or reading a book, there but not there. It’s so good and they are moving to LA?! 3: Proxy tape. We listened to this a lot during print week; great Blitz styled street punk from Montreal, I think Inepsy members are involved somehow? It sounds like Born Dead Icons playing Blitz, ie rules! The first song is just OK, but the good songs on this thing are great. 4: Weird TV test press for the new 12”. Seriously, I love this band. This is what we have been waiting for ok? 5: So this is the first issue of MRR without my name in the coordinator spot! Mariam asked me if I was gonna keep writing a column; I think so... We’ll see! Lydia got here from Greece at the end of last month, and has been impressing us all with her masterful editing skills and attention to detail, and I am happy to hand over the joys of running the magazine to her. As I am sure I have stated a million times in this space, I intend on keeping on working on the magazine in various behind the scenes activities, and will continue to contribute content. (As you should too!! Send in a scene report/interview already). I am working on several things at once even as I type! You may have read Mariam’s column about having to move on from coordinating MRR this year also; she has some family responsibilities that mean she has to shift focus. That means you could be coordinator still! Seriously; you could be the person who picks what runs in the magazine, what interviews with super secret cult bands from 1982 or from last week, what theme issues and what projects... You get to live at the MRR house for free, rent and bills paid, with over 40,000 punk records and a hundred or so shitworkers passing through the house assisting you in your endeavors! You have to live in San Francisco, at the Maximum house, and you gotta have your shit together (ie to be able to edit and run a magazine), whilst at the same time being absolutely consumed by punk rock and all it has to offer. Email us at mrr@maximumrocknroll.com and let us know why you are interested and what you think you could bring to the magazine and we will send you an application. It’s a two year commitment. I lasted four years, the longest anyone (aside from Tim Yohannan, obviously) has lasted is six, but most people put in two or three years. It’s hard work, like going to graduate school for punks, but it’s the most fun/gratifying thing too. So much music to discover, punks from all over the world to correspond with and to coerce into contributing to the magazine! DIY or DIE!! You can read old columns by me here: whatwewantisfree.blogspot.com and you can email me at Layla@maximumrocknroll.com
Thursday, May 31, 2012
This is the last column I will write in this spot; the coordinator columns always go at the end of the columns section, put in at the last minute after a month of working on the magazine, a collection of hurried thoughts congealed into words by tired brains, usually at 3am, before the mag goes to the printer... And as of May 1st 2012 I am no longer coordinator of Maximum Rocknroll. I have been doing this for four years, I think writing my column for six? And it’s time for a new regime; this next month I will be training our new content coordinator Lydia, who just got here from Greece, and it feels like it’s the end an era. I will not be in charge of Maximum Rocknroll from here on out! It’s all in Mariam and Lydia’s hands. I am looking forward to seeing what sort of things they come up with to fill these pages and I will still contribute to the magazine, but just as a shitworker, no longer as the dark overlord of content production. Listening to Martin Hannett “First Aspect of the Same Thing” looking out my window at the street lights reflecting on the ocean, it’s a weird empty feeling but I am looking forward to a future I know nothing about unfolding. Today at work a kid with an amazing hand-drawn Minor Threat t-shirt came in and when I commented on his handiwork told me he liked my column. Another person bought the Touch & Go book but I didn’t feel like talking about it; I did talk with some enthusiastic art school kids from the Deptford about squatting in Camberwell. Camberwell Now. I am listening to the song “Working Nights” by Camberwell Now as a result, experiencing the subject matter as the song plays, working nights working nights. Gotta get up at zero AM and ride my bike out through the park to MRR, lay out the columns and upload the proof to the printer then go the North Beach to my job that pays the rent (in theory), and serve a different kind of public. “Do you have Fifty Shades of Grey/the Hunger Games/That Book About Steve Jobs?” “No. But you can get it at Costco.” “Is there a Barnes and Noble or something around here?!?!” “NO, they all went out of business in this city because people like you only buy things online.” “There aren’t any bookstores in this town!” “There are actually a ton, just none in Fisherman’s Wharf, tourist. May I borrow your concealed weapon and blow my brains out? I am sick of talking to you and your endless army.” I will listen to Camberwell Now and Martin Hannett all day, subsist on Ritz crackers and bad vibes. Just those two songs. Over and over. And the New Order Peel Session where they play dub versions, the first one. “Turn the heater off... tonight.” Usually when I am having the 2am inspiration dried out column writing session, I write about shows I have gone to or bands I am obsessed with. Well, the only show I went to this month was Merchandise, which for everyone I went with seemed to be a total bust, but I had a good time! It made me think of looseness of Arthur Russell songs, secret worlds created. I listened to the first Merchandise LP on repeat for most of last year, and when the D Vassalotti LP came out, though MRR could not review it I put it on almost every day for a month whilst spending the minimal time you get to spend in your room as a MRR coordinator. (Living where you work is not very conducive to mooching around in your room if you are an obsessive workaholic type... which is what the magazine demands!) I was not into raging hard before I moved into the MRR house, and my life continued on the trajectory of not going to DJ nights, or twelve band shows at houses in Oakland that probably have no chance of finishing before the last BART heads back over to San Francisco, and I have a feeling that this arc will continue. As stated previously I will continue to write for the magazine, and to come up with content—which incidentally you should too. Anyone can submit an interview! Anyone! Seriously, interview your friend’s band, or someone that has influenced you that you are not friends with that is a punk... I think the first interview I submitted was with Sharon Cheslow, who was one of the photographers/authors behind the classic Banned in DC, and I actually did it for my zine Chimps but it came out so cool I submitted it to the magazine. If you think the editing is shitty write the mrr@maximumrocknroll.com and volunteer your services as a proof reader, same with layout. If you want to advertise your punk CD-R distribution network email ads@maximumrocknroll.com for rates. If you are an insane genius comic artist who is somewhere between Julie Doucet, Pettibon and Nick Blinko submit your work to mrr@maximumrocknroll.com. The content coordinators are the deciders in terms of what gets run in the magazine, as their job title would indicate, so there is no guarantee your interview with Stig and the Skip Diggers will run, but if Mariam and Lydia are charmed by the band’s witty quips, even though they have never heard them as they have never played outside of Romford, but they are of course DIY as death, (no corporate bozos in the mag) maybe they will choose will run it. So send it in already! Did I already write about how much our new distro coordinator rules!? Francesca moved in a month or so ago, and she is the best. Negative and charming like all the best punx are, always busting out weird secret girl records, like for instance the Fifth Column record that came out in 1990, an LP that has songs that go between NeoBoys and Shop Assistants! It’s so good! Who knew that “All Women Are Bitches” was just a random blip of boredom on that band’s career trail. She made me a tape of all the jams. And that Florida 7” comp with Morbid Opera on it that someone put on a mix tape for me years ago but I never knew who the band was. “Go ahead! Go ahead Go Aheeeeeaaaaaaaaaaah….” OK, so it’s 5am, the sun is risen and I need more coffee. I am listening to the Termites version of “Tell Me” from Girls in the Garage. It’s so good, teenage desperation, desolate like alleyways and it makes me wanna listen to Frumpies 7”s and eat popcorn for dinner. Also did you know that “Why Don’t You Smile Now” wasn’t a Delmonas song? It’s a Cale/Reed collaboration from when they were more Tin Pan Alley attempters. I learned this fact that maybe the whole world knows within the last two years: “You said you had everything you need / You said he could give you much more than me / Why don’t you smile now...” You can look it up on You Tube, by the All Night Workers, this is my song this morning. Also listen to the Delmonas version because Black Ludella, she’s been lyin to me... There used to be a record store in Camden that pretty much only sold Vinyl Japan/Hangman related records, it was next to a store that sold Doctor Martin boots and other workboots to skinhead types, actually inside the Camden Lock tube station, so me and all my teenage cohorts had all the Headcoatees/Childish access needed to develop our minds as youths and head towards delinquency as creation rather than any other existence offered to teenage girls growing up in London in the early 1990s. I wanna be a Delmona when I grow up. OK I think that’s enough of my rambling insanity for this month. I will be back writing columns in this space, but if you want to you can email me at Layla@maximumrocknroll.com my old columns are here: whatwewantisfree.blogspot.com and I think I am gonna compile them all into one fanzine type of thing at some point this year. Make a mess. Brace said I should do this column as a top ten thing like I used to, so here is something: 1: Chloe Sevigny owns the jacket that Linda Manz wore in Out of the Blue!? 2: I am the last punk 3: I like the Beach Boys better than Discharge/the D-beat 4: Eat it 5: “Notes and Chords Mean Nothing to Me” / “We Don’t Need Freedom” 6: Mariam, Francesca and me are gonna go to Berkeley when all the rich college kids abandon ship for their country homes and get all the computers and things they apparently leave behind. (Francesca has an powerbook some future billionaire of America left in a dumpster last year! College kids, what the fuck! CAN YOU EVEN imagine being that privileged that you would throw your thousand dollar computer into a dumpster?! My computer is gonna be ten years old this year! I want a free one from some trillionaire frat brat) 7: Hey Tobi did the Up All Nighters ever record anything!? 8: The Tortura tape is really good... London punk girls righting wrongs. 9: Someone send me the Quix*o*tic LP and the Cupid Car Club demo tape OK!? also write me letters. No creeps! All girls start bands and skate gangs.
SO GOOD!!! I love this era of huggy! Jo looks so dreamy, niki looks like etta james and drew barrymore and they all look like they were cut outta that richard barnes mods book and also the hardcore california book. I wish I had taken more photos of this era of my life, oh well! someone will youtube it sometime.
Things that have happened since I
moved out of the MRR house... I got
consumed by Thomas Pynchon’s writing, I got to have one inspiring conversation
with Charles from My Mind’s Eye records in Cleveland about that city’s
legendary musical legacy, and I have been collecting books by the women in the
Weather Underground and other similar 1960s lady insurrectionists, so maybe I
will have a one girl book club this spring and summer. Bonnie Bremser’s book! Troia; you gotta… I listened to Ultravox’s Ha Ha
Ha LP obsessively, and then got into Eno’s Taking
Tiger Mountain. Though right now I am
listening to a demo by Quango, who apparently feature members of the Apostles,
Oi Polloi and Hygiene and despite this mixed bag of musical legacies are
fucking great! soundcloud.com/natkingdole/sets/quango-demo/ Check it out!
I can see the ocean from my
window nowadays and it’s hard to leave this room, a million books and records
to look through and listen to without the threat of “I should be editing that
eleven page scene report.” b/w “The Landladies are coming over.”Instead: Peter Blake art book found on the street,
Danny Lyon photography book scrimped and saved for, boxes of old zines from
Tobi’s Jigsaw to Pettibon’s, the
detritus of an obsessive’s life! I also have amassed a collection of
skateboards from various points in my life, and Skate Summer: The Revenge is
being planned for as I type. I skated to work last week, from MRR to North Beach; only got stressful when I got to
Chinatown and shit got too hectic for this ancient crone. At any rate, we have
a new coordinator moving in to the compound sometime in April, Lydia is her
name, and her interview was easily the most inspiring I have ever conducted in
my five years here! I will still be coordinating until then, and will still be
involved in the magazine, but hopefully will at that point have more time to do
all the other super important stuff I have planned for life post-Maximum
Rocknroll like skateboarding and reading
and... yeah.
It
seems like most ex-coords have gone onto grad school!? Cissie is in a sick new
band called the Stops that you should check out instantly:
thestops.bandcamp.com. I think it’s all lady? Whatever, it’s fucking raging!! I
need a tape and they need to play SF pronto. Golnar is also in a raging all
lady HC band, In School, who I think only have You Tubes of shows right now?!
But they are great and Bidi the singer is a gnarler... Justin is in a band
called Hunting Parties that are playing shows round the Bay a lot, they have a
tape and a 7” coming out soon. People leave the magazine and form sick hardcore
bands? Well Chris has been playing extra guitar for Brilliant Colors who are my
favorite powerviolence grind destruction force of all time. Me and Mariam are
planning out our future band as I type, well our secretaries are gonna do lunch
and see what they can come up with.
Brilliant
Colors just played a show with Bleached and Veronica Falls, which was great...
Well, it was a strange all ages show that was as full of excited teenagers as
it was industry types, a weird crowd. Veronica Falls were amazing, I totally
recommend seeing them play. I love their 7”s, but sorta wanted the LP to blow
me away in a manner that it did not, but their live show was just killer...
total dreaminess. Bleached were disappointing, they had some random session
musician dudes playing bass and drums, and it was a definite band ruiner.
Serious “Social D circa 1999 at the House of Blues in Anaheim” vibes emanating
off of both dudes. The Clavin sisters should hire two other blondes and just be
the blonde Cali girl Ramones. I think they would have more of a chance of
making it that way than with random Guitar Center specimens. But what do I know
of the machinations of music biz get rich quick schemes? Not too much! I would
rather listen to X_X (John Morton band not rotten blogrocker bullshit!) and
feel hateful than be in some band that is only making money because they play
shitty corporate branded events or the year end party for a cell phone company,
and so forth. Living the rock’n’roll dream. I am sure that is what making it in
rock’n’roll is nowadays, just aligning yourself with a huge conglomeration,
being a musical billboard shrilling your phony teenage dreams along side their
synergistic corporo-message. Boo hoo to the music industry and to all the weird
desperate capitalist creeps that require it to achieve their princess rescue
narratives.
At
any rate, a random rant, not really directed at Bleached, I would much rather
their songs be in the boring blogger hit parade than like... Best Coast, but I
would also rather listen to the Hitler SS/Tampax split and call it quits. More
next month! Hopefully les manic, more contained, easier to digest and so on!
This is the last column I will write from the comfort of my room at the MRR house... It’s pretty empty in here, just full of the junk I am not sure if I want to keep or not, the rest of my stuff is piled up at my new apartment out at the ocean that I am moving into in two days... After over a year of trying to leave the magazine, my time has come. I will still be coordinating from a distance for a few months, while we figure out who is gonna replace me. I don’t have anything to listen to music with, except my laptop which is nearly ten years old. I am currently raging to a band my friend Talya recommended called Dark Times who have a Neon Blud attack with added Midwestern hardcore gnarliness and um a touch of the ’82 Flag demo (no lie), and of course they rule... The girl shouts “I’m sitting right next to you/But I’m living worlds away” and nothing else makes so much sense. I think they are from Norway!!?? Check them out, they have a 7” and a tape and I gotta get them both! darktimes.bandcamp.com. That is the thing I love about working on MRR, constant influx of amazing sound inspiration, new tapes, or discovery of an old band that no one ever heard outside of their town, so many punks making their own version of punk all over place, in different eras and geographic locales! I’m definitely not burned out on the punk rock, but am looking forward to being able to work on my own shit, do a band, make my own zine. I will keep writing my column and assisting in a big way at the magazine, but will not be living in the compound and experiencing the madness first hand. Hopefully my writing will reflect this and be less thrown together after a twelve hour shift of magazine work! I gotta say for all the shit talk about Maximum hype bands, the people that live and work here are fucking consumed by music, we lose our shit over it and are in short manic enthusiastic nerds. So much rad shit comes through our PO box and our email inbox, it’s an endless adventure this punk rock... I will miss having instant access to everything, but hopefully I will be able to keep up somehow? Ha!
It’s not all sunshine and popsicles, there is also a lot of rotten overwrought reproductions of various genres, terrible bar rock, bands that will never play out of their neighborhood bar yet have a PR agent and manager. I think that is the most depressing aspect of music now... I know, the sound world is one of diminishing returns, tours used to pay for themselves, and now gas prices mean unless GoodBurger sponsor your tour you will be stranded and isolated with no gas in your tank and no one watching the show through the screens of their iphone. You gotta have the tour manager, the booking agent, the manager manager, the PR agent, or else... the DIY replication of mainstream industry set up and constructs must prevail. The award for worst record I reviewed last year has got to go to some creep’s concept pop-punk record about stalking and raping a woman. I understand that certain facets of the pop-punk scene have different political standards to the world I exist in, but come the fuck on... Everyone wants to be Peter Sotos now. Even PBR sponsored Warped Tour bros. In ten years time is punk rock gonna be an iApplication sponsored by Monsanto? A frog like croak in the back of some message board cretin’s throat? “Is That All There Is?” sung by a skeletal GG Allin replicant? A text message that no one can be bothered to read? A lifestyle magazine that owns the only venue in town that punks will go to because they get to take all these cool market research studies when they have to take a shit. A crusty who has created the first authentic scabies app.
I am gonna keep it short this month, we gotta take care of the CA state taxes and I have to clear out the last remaining artifacts cluttering up the surface of my room... You can find me on the internet here: whatwewantisfree.blogspot.com or email me here Layla at maximumrocknroll.com.
