Orbit was one of those bands that got a pretty raw deal back when A&M got bought by Seagram’s in the late 90s and their second record for the label got shelved fully recorded (only I Wanna Make You from the CD5 of the same name managed to escape.) It looks like 10+ years later some of the material’s going to find its way out and Jeff may have to take some time off from his day job to play with a rock band again. I can’t wait.
I appear to have missed FUBAR: The Movie, the 2002 Heavy Metal Parking Lot / American Movie style mockumentary when it came out, but it seems to have a bit of a following in Western Canada. I don’t know if I’ll get around to it, but the soundtrack has a couple of real gems.
It’s comprised of Canadian bands covering Canadian heavy metal and hard rock hits of the era. Sadly the soundtrack is out of print, so here is The New Pornographers covering Toronto’s Your Daddy Don’t Know. If there’s one thing Daddy does know, it’s that Neko Case was born to sing glammy metal. Woo!
The other track worth mentioning is Sloan’s cover of Rush’s In The Mood, a song from their self-titled debut record.
So, thanks, Calgarian metal nerd independent filmmakers. I owe you one.
Will rocking his Belle & Sebastian onesie as hard as a piece of B&S clothing can be rocked. Unfortunately no GbV onesies were for sale at the show.
I’m not quite ready to go as crazy as this guy did and clip the lock off my oven so that I can bake pizzas using the 900 degree self cleaning cycle, but I stepped up my homemade pizza game last night and was pretty happy with the results.
Rather than grill it, I preheated my stone for an hour at 550 (my oven goes over 500, nice!) and made a sauce and dough from the Gourmet cookbook (the dough recipe came originally from Chris Bianco.
I ended up with a little too much char on the bottom, but the pizza was thin and crispy and chewy and I think infinitely better than any takeout pizza I can get in Orlando.
Ira and James’s dance moves were one of (many) highlights from Matador at 21, which felt like indie rock summer camp (with booze and gambling!). Some other great moments: Mitch from GBV bum rushing the YLT stage during Blue Line Swinger and almost getting punched in the face by the security guy, Superchunk’s entire amazing set, Ted Leo accompanying Liz Phair on Fuck and Run with a tambourine, Sonic Youth’s deep back catalog setlist (so, so good), GBV’s weekend closing set with plenty of high kicks. It was a pretty surreal experience to be sitting in a mexican restaurant a table over from Jim Wilbur while MTV films DJ Pauly D shooting craps 30 yards away, riding up the elevator with Neko Case, seeing Pink Eye everywhere (does that guy ever sleep?), or even standing at The Clean show (There’s Mac! There’s Carl! There’s Georgia!)
Stereogum’s recap of the best moments is accurate and comprehensive.
An amazing short film documenting a day at Guy Savoy in Paris.
Man, Levon Helm could sing. America’s greatest band weren’t even American (Helm excepted). There are tons of great clips from The Last Waltz on YouTube, though the comments are a bit of a morass of Robbie Robertson bashing (seems mostly to be supported by Levon Helm’s 2000 book.)
I hadn’t realized that Richard Manuel had committed suicide in Winter Park, just up the road from our house (the club where The Band played the set that night is now a CVS Pharmacy, the motel where he hung himself is now a strip mall). Though morbid, it’s among the most interesting bits of Orlando music history I’ve read.
