Friday, September 26, 2008

coolness


(Me, Mike Zelenko, Sweet Lou, Ted Ansani moments after our first rehearsal)

I've already told the guys themselves how thrilled I am that they've joined me for some kick-ass live shows, so I guess it's time to tell the rest of the world.

Time Bomb Symphony are back. Not only that, but the group of guys who've joined me to bring the rock are three of my favorite guys in the world. The truth of the matter is that when I first got the jones to build a better Time Bomb Symphony, I had a list in my mind with three names on it.

Those names were Sweet Lou from Chicago's Penthouse Sweets, Mike Zelenko (ex-Material Issue), and Ted Ansani (also formerly of Material Issue). You can call me egotistical, but I was thinking "supergoup" all the way, baby.

Thankfully, each one of those guys said "yes" and we've been having a lot of fun finding our way in this thing. It isn't about me, or anything we've done prior to this (although that certainly matters to a lot of people, don't get me wrong); it's about the songs. Having a band that can take a great song and make it better is a beautiful thing to behold.

As a fan of so many great Chicago bands - Cheap Trick, Off Broadway, Material Issue, Urge Overkill, and the Elvis Brothers to name just a handful - my hope has always been to put a line-up together that could fill a room with that same excitement.

It's a cool thing to know that all the pieces are in place and that the sky is officially the fucking limit.

UPCOMING LIVE DATES:

9.28 Double Door, Chicago, IL - with Jimmie's Chicken Shack
10.6 Bottom Lounge, Chicago, IL - with Autumn Defense (John Stirratt and Pat Sansone from Wilco)
10.24 Abbey Pub, Chicago, IL - with the Rumble Strips

Stay tuned!

Tunes I'm listening to (and digging) this week:

Cheap Trick - Fan Club (from the 2003 "In Color V2" sessions with Steve Albini)
Tom Petty - Stop Draggin' My Heart Around (demo version)
Ramones - Go Mental (live '79)
AC/DC - R.I.P. (Rock In Peace) [from the non-US edition of the "Dirty Deeds" album]
Snow Patrol - Take Back The City
Guster - One Man Wrecking Machine (live)
Material Issue - Funny Feeling (live)

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

are we human, or are we dancer?!




Having announced the completion of their new album Day & Age (set for US release on November 25), the Killers have also named "Human" as the first single from said album.

It's an elegiac, synthy rocker that seems tailor-made for the dancefloor. Appears the band has worked out their Springsteen aspirations and have now moved onto latter-day Duran Duran.

As someone who was quite taken with Hot Fuss and still considers it one of the best albums of the last decade (granted, the pickin's be slim), I expected (and was not disappointed in that respect) by the slight stumble that was Sam's Town. I liken it to Weezer's Pinkerton in that it was a grittier record second record following a hugely successful debut effort that most bands would be hard-pressed to top.

While there are those who consider Pinkerton a masterpiece (and emo prototype), I consider it the result of a young band not quite sure where to go from where they were at the time. The Killers found themselves in much the same place after the unexpected runaway success of Hot Fuss. Sam's Town is twice the album Pinkerton was, though, so I have very high hopes that Day & Age will not disappoint.

Monday, September 22, 2008

kid rock + nascar + army national guard = sigh.



Remember when going to a movie meant not having to watch commercials?

Yeah, I know, movie previews are technically commercials, but you know what I mean.

Lately, they've been showing so many commercials before the main feature that one is mentally fatigued from the shear number of them by the time previews even begin. By the time the movie begins, I've literally forgotten what I came to see.

Thus, after my friend reminded me that we'd come to see "Burn After Reading" (meh), the latest U.S. Army National Guard ad began to roll.

Or was it just the latest Kid Rock video? Or NASCAR's latest attempt to position itself as the official sport of true Americans? I still don't know.

Whatever it was, it just left a really bad taste in my mouth. See, it was easy to shrug off recent U.S. Army commercials as ridiculous attempts to make the idea of you getting your ass shot off seem such a remote possibility as to not even be worth mentioning.

Never mind that U.S. soldiers are still being killed on an almost daily basis in Iraq - neither our government nor the media seems to think that's worth mentioning either.

The usual premise of U.S. Army commercials has been to show off the Army's latest whiz-bang weapons technology and the shear coolness of pressing a button in some air-conditioned office and having an unmanned fighter plane bomb the inhabitants of some god forsaken dust bowl back to the stone age.

This latest U.S Army National Guard commercial, though, is aimed at a completely different demographic and, thus, is as ham-fisted and transparent an attempt by the National Guard to appeal to - well, there's really no other way to say it - rednecks as I've ever seen.

Yep, it seems the U.S. Army is going after cubicle jockeys able to push CTRL-ALT-DEFEAT while the National Guard goes after the guys whose work attire consists of flannel shirts with the sleeves cut off. They must be running low on knuckle draggers willing to stand around the streets of Baghdad and get shot at.

Well, who better than self-proclaimed Rock & Roll Jesus, Kid Rock to bump up those numbers? Seems Rock's jingo-istic cliche-fest "Warrior" was tailor-made for the National Guard's needs. My hunch is that he wrote it for the movie "300", but that the film's music supervisor deleted his email with the mp3 demo attached about ten seconds into listening to it. Crikey.

The video, of course, is like some evil union of Spike TV and the Lifetime channel. Aw, isn't that cute? A little Iraqi kid kicked a soccer ball into the path of an oncoming tank and the soldiers didn't shoot him to smithereens.

If that weren't bad enough, they've spliced in some footage of Dale Earnhardt Jr. trying to look bad-ass for good measure. Kid Rock and Dale Earnhardt, Jr. in the same commercial? You can just imagine the Army brass high-fiving with glee, waiting for the volunteers to come runnin'.

That the Army National Guard would pick a nimrod the size of Kid Rock (who tends to either show off his latest bimbo girlfriend or sucker punch a member of Motley Crue whenever he has a new album out) to promote patriotism is as much an insult to anyone with an IQ higher than their shoe size as the last eight years have been.

That Kid Rock has been able to turn his one-hit wonder-dom into a decade-plus career is proof that not all people are graced with the common decency to recognize when they've overstayed their welcome. Overstay it long enough, I guess, and not nearly enough people will laugh at your desperate attempts to remain in the public eye.

Add Dale Earnheardt, Jr. (widely known to be a king-size douche) to the mix and you have a full-on idiot-fest.

America...you'll never go broke under-estimating our intelligence. Fuck, I'm out of Budweiser.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Samuel L. Jackson in "Lakeview Terrace"



I don't even have to see the movie to know everything about it. Aside from being one of those not-so-rare movies that reveals all you could ever need to know about it in the trailer, this is a premise that has been done...to death...

So, my question is...who the @#$% wants to see Samuel L. Jackson be an asshole neighbor? Seriously, Jackson's whole appeal is that he's a bad-ass that's on OUR SIDE. We don't wanna think about moving in next door to him and having him shine spotlights on us while we's trying to get down with our lady. Nomsayin'?

Sure, he was kind of an asshole in changing lanes, but, for those who have a problem with Ben Affleck, it must have been pure joy seeing Jackson wave Affleck's lug nuts in his face moments before Affleck's wheel came flying off while driving.

It's sad to see Jackson in the role of jerk and, thus, his involvement in "Lakeview Terrace" leads me to wonder if Samuel L. Jackson ever says no to a role he is offered. I know he likes to work. An actor, even when things are going great, must still worry a little about where his next dollar is coming from, but come on, man.

I'd much rather watch him take on more snakes on a plane.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Replacements Re-Issues Due 9/23

Fans of the Replacements have much to be thankful for come September 23.

Rhino Records is re-issuing the band's Sire/Warner output with a bevy of bonus tracks and extended liner notes for each release:

Tim

Pleased To Meet Me

Don't Tell A Soul

All Shook Down

Three tracks are currently streaming (via Pitchfork Media):







By the way, there's a new Paul Westerberg track available for download from Amazon:
Bored Of Edukation

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

New TBS



I recall with equal parts laughter and fear the day that the Postal Police, for lack of a better term, showed up at my door. As this was shortly after 9/11 and I had just sent a box of CD's to a Japanese distributor, it seems the fact said box was marked with manufacturer information, the least of which read "TIME BOMB SYM", it seems the USPS kinda freaked out and decided to take no chances, thus returning the box to me.

Soonafter, I kinda walked away from the name, not wanting to cause any further confusion.

Upon my return to Chicago, though, I soon came to realize that if I played a club as Darren Robbins, or Destroy The Heart (the name under which I released my most recent CD), I was gonna have to play for the door. If I performed as Time Bomb Symphony, though, the money was noticably better. Right around this same time, not one but two labels came to me within a week of each other expressing interest in issuing a Time Bomb Symphony compilation. Hmm...well, fuck, Time Bomb Symphony it is!

Here's an mp3 of a new tune that will be part of the upcoming compilation effort, Symphonic Majesties Request. The song is called "Blue Flowers".

under the weather


Have come down with a bit of a bug this week. Body ache, but not the usual round of other flu symptoms...hopefully, NyQuil and sleep will have me up and at 'em again. Hear its going around, friends in L.A. also stuck home in bed with the sniffles and Kleenex.

Incredible bullshit taking place in Toronto, huh? Noel Gallagher attacked by some dipshit mid-concert. What the fuck's this world coming to?


Apparently, info on the attacker is available on the internet if anyone wishes to pay the man a visit.

A snippet of a new Snow Patrol song, Take Back The City, can be heard on the band's MySpace page.

Only three more days until the new Metallica album hits the streets. Still no sign of Chinese Democracy, though.


Magazine are reforming for a couple shows in February '09 (London and Manchester). original members Howard Devoto, Dave Formula, Barry Adamson and John Doyle are returning to the fold (Guitarist John McGeoch passed away in '04). Hopefully, this will lead to some Stateside gigs.

George Harrison's son Dhani and his band, the oddly-named Newno2 are doing a September residency at L.A.'s Key Club.

Digging the new AC/DC single, Rock 'n Roll Train.

Did you know Motorhead put out a new album last month? Me neither. It's called Motorizer, of course, and sounds exactly like what we've come to expect from Lemmy. Check out "Teach You How To Sing The Blues". This, of course, reminds me...they're working on a Lemmy documentary. Here's the trailer (Lemmy's joke at the end of the clip is worth the price of admission):

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Cubs Win?


For most of this season, the Chicago Cubs have been absolutely on fire. Prior to their recent six-game skid (notable for losing five games in a row at home), they'd had really only one comparable losing streak, from which they quickly recovered.

Despite breaking the losing skid with a commanding 14-9 victory over the Reds yesterday, the Cubbies returned to their losing ways as the Reds came from behind with three clutch runs in the bottom of the ninth inning thanks to a fielding error from shortstop Ronny Cedeno and poor pitching on the part of Kerry Wood.

The idea that the team's recent performance is but a tiny bump in the road on the way to the playoffs is being recited quite steadily by everyone from game announcers Len Kasper and Bob Brenley to most of the media who've had little bad to say about the team's performance this season.

The truth of the matter is that the Cubs are toast unless their starting pitching returns to form. Soon.

It's a shame if this ends up being one of those historic fades because the city has come alive as have the Cubs this summer. It's an amazing thing to find yourself in Wrigleyville come game time. The bars are packed with happy smiling faces - okay, that's not so hard to find anywhere if you get there early enough, but what's most different is that those faces are still smiling after the game.

That's a nice change.

This winning thing has gotten a lot of gun-shy Cub fans to talk of a Cubs World Series. Many of them probably blame themselves for jinxing the team and attributing to the recent losing streak. Don't blame yourselves. The Cubs will bounce back.

Sure, lately, it's been like somebody snuck in and replaced the good coffee with stale Folgers crystals or something, but this is a momentary bump in the road...right?

Granted, the team has lost focus. They've taken their eyes off the ball, both figuratively and literally, and have unconconsciously taken their foot off the accelerator, thinking they're far enough ahead to cruise into the post-season on past accomplishments.

I can't say I blame them. It's a ridiculously long season, with fewer days off than the average office worker. At one point, the team played 20 games in 20 days. If you or I were made to work 20 days in a row without a day off, we'd be at our wit's end. Sure, baseball's a game and these guys are paid very well, but that's still a grueling schedule.

By this point, most players are starting to feel the fatigue of a hard-fought season and it's very easy to see how a team could want to slow the pace with a record that, at one point, was 35 games above .500. It's human nature to get a little lazy, or careless after operating at such a high level for so long and the Cubbies are proving themselves to be all too human as of late.

Resident fireplug Carlos Zambrano's recent arm troubles seem indicative of the current climate. They've fought hard, manhandled every team they've run up against, and maintained command of first place in their division all season long. But, just like a marathon runner who runs a strong race, but still hits the proverbial wall at the 20-mile mark, the Cubs are out of gas; some mentally (Kosuke Fukudome, Aramis Ramirez, and Jim Edmunds, for example), some physically (a majority of the starting pitching rotation).

Have I written the Cubs off completely, you ask? No, not as long as the Milwaukee Brewers continue letting the Cubs off the hook, having lost five of their last seven games.

The Cubbies need some help, though, and, well, I know this sounds strange - perhaps even opportunistic - but, they need me.

That's right, the Cubs need me.

Allow me to explain...

I've attended over thirty Cub games since moving to Chicago in '86 to attend DePaul University. That, of course, is no great achievement in and of itself. What is worth noting is that they've never lost a game that I've attended.

Not only that, but since the early 90's, championships have seemed to follow me wherever I lived.

It began in Chicago during the Jordan years when the Bulls racked up six championships.

When I moved to Denver in 1995, the winning came with me as The Colorado Avalanche won the Stanley Cup in '96. The Denver Broncos then followed suit with Super Bowl victories in '97-'98 and '98-'99.

Shortly after my move to Los Angeles, the Kobe-Shaq Lakers began their dynastic run of three championships.

The Bears made it to the Super Bowl in 2006. The only thing keeping them from winning that game was, in my opinion, the fact that I did not live in Chicago at the time. If I had, they'd have won. It's just that simple.

If you need further proof, let me first say that I moved back to Chicago in April of this year and that the Cubs responded in kind by winning their asses off - until recently anyway. You're welcome.

I haven't attended any Cubs games this season, though, as I hadn't felt they needed my help (and I'm not exactly made of the kind of money it costs to attend a Cubs game this year), but I honestly believe it is in the organization's best interests to force me to attend as many games as possible.

I don't know about road games, of course (although I did see the Cubs play the Rockies just days after I moved to Denver and they beat the Rockies that day), but I am willing to do all I can to get the Cubs over the hump and out of this slump.

If that means the team furnishes me with obstructed-view seats for the rest of the season and I stare at the back of a support beam while the rest of Wrigley explodes in cheerful pandemonium, so be it. I'm willing to work my schedule around theirs (no easy feat, mind you, as I have rent and expenses just like the rest of you) for the cause.

It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. :)

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Darren's Accu-Weather Album Review: Metallica "Death Magnetic"


Let's face it, it's been a long time since Metallica fans have had a whole lot to get excited about.

For better and worse, the release of their self-titled 1991 release (unofficially known as The Black Album) raised the stakes, and the band's profile considerably.

On the plus side, it brought millions of new Metallica fans into the fold who found the band's slicker sound much more accessible than any of the band's earlier releases.

The downside, of course, is that it brought millions of new Metallica fans into the fold who found the band's slicker sound much more accessible than any of the band's earlier releases.

I remember watching the "Sad But True" video on MTV (back when MTV played music videos) and having my mom ask me to turn up the volume (an almost unheard-of request in our household). "I like that song," she said.

See, The Black Album may have been a gigantic commercial success, selling over 20 million copies worldwide, but when you start making music that even moms like, you're bound to piss off the hardcore fans.

And, thus, the inner war the band has been fighting (and losing, near as I can tell) is "which fans do we try to please?"

Metallica can keep reciting the war-torn mantra "We don't make music for anyone but ourselves" in every interview they give, and, truth be told, they're probably the only ones who still listen to "St. Anger" (although I doubt it), but four albums in a 17-year period is not indicative of a band making music for themselves.

With the release of Death Magnetic on September 12 (a Friday, no less, which oddly breaks from the industry norm of Tuesday release dates), Metallica hope to put to rest all this chatter that they've lost their relevance (which they have) or that they're no longer the same band that made ...And Justice For All or, for that matter, The Black Album (they aren't). At the very least, they want to distance themselves from the debacle that was "St Anger" (not to mention the complete pussification of a once-great metal band that was put on display in the documentary film "Some Kind Of Monster".

So, how is the new album, you ask?

Well, it's better than St. Anger. In fact, this is the best the band has sounded since The Black Album, but those who are rushing to call this new effort a return to their mid-80's greatness are fooling themselves.

Sonically, the album sounds remarkable, jumping from the speakers like any album with the Metallica trademark emblazoned upon it should. Rick Rubin has victoriously returned the boys to the sound that made them famous; tons of guitar solos, full throttle accents, and Lars' ham-fisted drumming. But what about Hetfield's ferocious growl, you ask?

Yeah, "the growl" does make the occasional appearance, but since most songs on this album boast intros that breeze well past the one-minute mark, some may be led to believe the band has followed in the footsteps of NIN's Trent Reznor and made an album of instrumentals. Also, the fact that most songs clock in at over seven minutes in length (with album-closer "My Apocalypse" sounding all-too-brief at 5:01) can kiss all hopes of radio play (I know, I know) goodbye.

All things considerered, Death Magnetic sounds great on first listen and there's a lot of sonic metal meat to chew on.

Subsequent listens, though, reveal the lack of songwriting depth throughout. What was so great about ...And Justice For All and The Black Album was that, regardless of how hard the band was playing, there were great songs at the core of each album. Songs like "One" or "Enter Sandman", for example, sound great in any situation (or musical context), as most great songs do.

On the other hand, when listening to songs such as "The Unforgiven III" while asking yourself "Would this song have made the final cut if recorded during The Black Album sessions?", more times than not, the answer is a resounding "Nope".

Does that make the album a failure? From a song-based POV, perhaps. But my hunch is the bar of excellence has been dropped so low in recent years by a complete lack of viable metal acts making career-defining albums that this effort will be greeted as a sight for sore ears.

"The Judas Kiss" is no doubt a great soundtrack for your next cardio workout. Heck, I almost want to run out and buy some barbells and a bench so I can pump iron to "The Day That Never Comes". If I were mechanically inclined, heck, I'd go so far as to say that there's no better album to play while ripping the transmission out of that old Chevy pick up that's sat idle in the front yard long enough.

6.5/10

Buy Death Magnetic

Monday, September 01, 2008

This Palin character...


Let me start off by saying that I really, really wish Hillary had won the Democratic nomination. If she had, we wouldn't be staring at two of the more ridiculously contradictive tickets to ever grace a Presidential ballot.

First, we have Barry Obama, who seems to have risen through the ranks of Illinois Democratic politicos simply because he wasn't under indictment. His clean record and natural charisma seem to be more than enough to pin all hopes upon, as most people who have been so proudly vocal about voting for him come November can't tell you anything the guy actually stands for. That's partly his fault; he's made some of his positions known, but you've got to dig for the information - kinda like trying to track down the "site map" page on a publicly-traded company's website. It's there... somewhere.

What most of his supporters would hope you'd accept as any answer to "What does Obama stand for?" is change. Obama stands for change. Change, man. Change.

Did we mention Obama is all about change?

Okay, great, but what the fuck does that mean? And what's so fucking "change-o-riffic" about tapping lifetime politician Joe Biden as your running mate?

In a single swoop, he has aligned himself with old-school, business-as-usual politics. Bravo.

On the other side of the aisle, we've got John McCain, whose track record as a war hero and "political maverick" are both well-documented, but I honestly feel the war hero thing gets used as a "get out of jail free" card for all the flip-flopping this guy has done over the years. Do mavericks say one thing, then immediately contradict themselves - on camera, no less - a few short days later?

McCain's only hope at defeating the Obama bandwagon was to successfully point out the candidate's lack of political experience. Seriously, it was all he had. So, what does he go and do? He selects a running mate with all of two years experience in political office. From Alaska.

So, in the span of two weeks, we've seen each politician make a VP choice that completely contradicts the foundation upon which their campaign is built: Obama's being that of change and McCain's being that of Obama lacking the requisite experience to run a country, much less the country self-chosen to be the leader of the free world. "Let me be President," he seems to say. "It's my turn. I deserve it. I was tortured for years, motherfuckers."

Now, of course, McCain's choice for Veep seems to be biting him in the ass. With rumors running rampant that Palin's youngest child, who suffers from Down Syndrome, isn't actually hers, but, rather, her daughter's, Palin has come forward to put all such rumors to rest by saying that that's impossible because her 17-year-old daughter is actually five months pregnant.

Um, so basically Palin has squashed all rumors of her teenage daughter's pregnancy by admitting that, um, her daughter is pregnant.

Add to that the fact that she has used the power of her office to fire an official who refused to fire her ex-brother-in-law (a state trooper who was embroiled in a bitter divorce with her younger sister). How white trash is that? She'll no doubt appeal to disenchanted Democrats, whom the GOP figures all have cars up on blocks in their front yards anyway. Am I right people?

And this is just the first week of her candidacy.

My hunch is that McCain's people rushed so quickly to come up with a Veep choice that would steal some of Obama's thunder going into a three-day weekend that they forgot to do a background check. The other side of the coin is that they did give it a lot of thought, investigated her background thoroughly, and still thought she smelled of potpourri.

My other hunch is that a bored media will latch onto Palin's character issues, making McCain a sidebar in his own election. Has a Presidential candidate ever dropped their VP selection after they'd been announced and introduced to the public?

McCain has flip-flopped before.