It might not sound very exciting to Westcoast Americans, but for me my latest crazy idea that is about to turn real definitelyis exciting: I finally decided to at least consider seeing Coachella festival this April. To me this means more than just going to a festival. It means going 6.524 miles, on a plane, living in hotels, to a place I’ve never been to – all of this just to see a couple of bands. Well that’s me. Obsessed and a tiny bit insane.
First step ’til realization will be: getting time off from work for mid April – this should be done easily. Then I will need a hotel, I’m not eager to sleep in a tent again (see the Roskilde diaries). Then tickets. But I can’t do all of this today, I have to cool down first, ’cause right now I’m still so excited I would book tickets and rooms immediately out of impulse and no matter what it costs. I have to sleep one night over this idea and then make grown-up, wise decisions.
Ah, and about the music: I only found out about the line up this early morning and it is HUGE. Huge not only in quantity, but in quality… Faith No More. Muse. Them Crooked Vultures. Mew. Grizzly Bear. Miike Snow. Phoenix. Thom Yorke. Echo & The Bunnymen. Gorillaz (THAT will be interesting!)…To name only a few.
Once the crazyness in my head has vanished and I’m being reasonable again, I will keep you posted. This would fill up some gaps in my review list, I’m telling you…
…I’m sorry, but Jack White and his 125 projects are getting really annoying. He’s like the Heidi Klum of music – seen everywhere, doing everything, never getting tired, even his voice freaks me out just as much as Mrs. Seal’s squeaky sounds. Give me a break! If he’d just put his energy back into the White Stripes and take some time to make a bombastic new WS-album instead of doing five bands at the same time. With Alison Mosshart it is just the same: we want The Kills, they are great, they are genius. Maybe it is because Jamie Hince spends more time with cocain-Kate than with his guitar and poor Alison is feeling lonely. In the end (and I probably shouldn’t say it, but wtf, I’ll say it anyway): I don’t think The Dead Weather are more than a colourless, poor copy of a wannabe The Kills band and they will not last. Pretty soon ADS-Jack will get bored again and find some new friends to play with.
Yes, it is true, Travis frontman Fran Healy is working on a solo album! And that is not even the biggest news: Sir Paul McCartney will be the name of the supporting bass player in the credits of this album. Lord, Fran, you must have used all your charme packed up in a bundle to get HIM to play for YOU! Respect!
The year 2009 was definitely a year of The Gossip. Formerly known as the indie scenes best kept secret darling, touring tiny stages in sleazy bars, you now can find them on “Top Hits”-Compilations, as background music on TV spots, in charts lists and as studio guest in every single entertainment show. Well, congratulations to that success. But can anyone explain to me why that is? Is their last album really that fabulous? ‘Cause I don’t see it. I think it is a good piece of music, but not the world-moving, life-changing kind like some other albums that came along last year. In fact, I think their debut was way better, more original, self-fuelling. Why are they suddenly, after “Music For Men”, such a big pop hit and appearing on charts shows next to some casted, empty faced teenagers? And why does everybody hype them as the best band in the world? I just don’t get it.
Because their mix of 90ies disco samples, hard drums and absurd lyrics (just listen to “Grass, Grass, Grass”!) is so wonderfully weird and proofs that Germany’s music scene has more to offer than whiny Hamburg-school interpreters.