As a big fan of Eminem’s work, I’d normally be thrilled to hear that he’ll be performing live at this year’s MTV Movie Awards on May 31. My enthusiasm is slightly curbed in this case by the possibility that Em will be performing his fairly god-awful comeback single, "We Made You." Still, I’m willing to give Marshall the benefit of the doubt for now. This performance will come just a week or so after his new album, Relapse, drops, and I’m assuming/hoping that "We Made You" isn’t indicative of the full album’s tone. So maybe Em will take this opportunity to remind us that he’s actually a hugely talented lyricist, not just a lowest-common-denominator jester. And, hey, given Eminem’s history at MTVawardsbroadcasts, chances are this will be a memorable night no matter what. Considering all that, I’m sure I’ll be tuning in. Will you?
Welcome to Extended Play, a weekly feature here on the Music Mix wherein our intrepid staffers review albums and album-related products that didn’t fit into the magazine. These reviews were not "killed." They were just "given the opportunity to be even more special online." And now you can stream the “Download This” selections while you are reading the reviews! Holy french fries, Mixers!
This week: Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit, Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit; Bill Callahan, Sometimes I Wish We Were an Eagle
This afternoon legendary record producer Phil Spector was found guilty at the conclusion of his trial for the second degree murder of Lana Clarkson in February, 2003. Above all the whole affair is obviously a horrific and tragic story, and would be regardless of who was responsible. But Spector’s conviction also raises the question of how it will affect his legacy. Will we ever again be able to hear his music without thinking of the crime he perpetrated? Should we be listening to his music at all? You may not think this is a question that concerns you. Most people could only name, at best, a handful of hits he produced, notably the Righteous Brothers’ "You’ve Lost That Loving Feelin’" and "Unchained Melody" and "River Deep, Mountain High" by Ike and Tina Turner. However, Spector in his ’60s and ’70s heyday was extremely prolific and worked with Leonard Cohen, the Ramones and even, later, the "Trio" country supergroup of Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt and Dolly Parton. He also substantially tinkered with the Beatles’ troubled Let It Be album and, following the dissolution of the Fab Four, worked with both George Harrison and John Lennon.
So should we stop listening to Lennon’s "Imagine" or Harrison’s "My Sweet Lord" or "The Long and Winding Road" just because Spector had a hand in their creation? Or is this a case where someone’s art can be separated from their crime?
I cannot tell a lie — okay, well that’s not true. (I lied to myself this morning when I said that four-pack of mini Cinnabons wasn’t going to totally wreck my diet.) But I cannot tell a lie when it comes to my favorite television program/unhealthy obsession, American Idol. And in this current eighth season that’s found new judge Kara "The Terrible" DioGuardi repeating the word "artistry" like a shrill parrot begging for a cracker, the sad truth has been that, as a whole, the top 13 finalists haven’t shown much artistry at all.
Maybe I got spoiled last year by warbly Brooke White and her piano, consistently cool David Cook and his ballsy song arranging skills, even Chikezie and his harmonica. But in many ways this year, I’ve been missing fourth-place finisher Jason Castro — with his befuddled energy, his gentle vocals, and his laid-back guitar-strumming — most of all. I can still remember when Idol‘s producers sprang him on the unsuspecting public during the first week of the season 7 semifinals. Usually, you can bet the contestants who get no screentime before the voting portion of the competition kick in are nothing but cannon fodder. But Jason’s "Daydream" was downright revelatory. The guy knew enough not to defile a classic melody with a zillion unnecessary runs, but still managed to "make it his own" (if you’ll forgive my use of a threadbare Idol-ism). And as the season progressed, Jason kept delivering the downloadable moments: "Hallelujah," "Travellin’ Thru," "Over the Rainbow," "Memory," and (my personal favorite) "I Don’t Wanna Cry" (embedded below).
And then, when season 7 was over: Crickets. By the time the holidays rolled around, it became a regular phenomenon to find my EW colleague and fellow Castrophile Kate Ward and I sitting in my office and glumly wondering: Where the heck is Jason’s major-label deal?
Well, today, finally, our moping is over, thanks to an email that arrived in my inbox titled "ATLANTIC SIGNS JASON CASTRO." All caps, yes, and I’m not lower-casing a single consonant or vowel. According to the email, Jason’s collaborators on the disc, due later this year, are "Grammy Award-winning producer John Fields (Lifehouse, Switchfoot, Soul Asylum) and a number of acclaimed songwriters, including Kara DioGuardi (Kelly Clarkson, Jewel, Santana), Martin Terefe (Jason Mraz, KT Tunstall), Sacha Skarbek (James Blunt, Jason Mraz), Guy Chambers (Robbie Williams), and Jason Reeves (Colbie Caillat).
I know, I know…the road to Billboard chart success if littered with bargain-bin discs from Idol finalists, but I can’t help it. I’m stoked for a Jason Castro CD.Does that make me crazy? Possibly. But I don’t think I’m the only person out there who’s going to raise a glass tonight celebrating this news. What say you? Will you be pre-ordering Jason Castro’s debut disc? Or are you taking a wait-and-see approach to his post-Idol output? Share your thoughts in the comments section below!
If a 47-year-old in a putty-colored housedress can knock Simon Cowell’s snarky socks off on Britain’s Got Talent, is it time for Idol to drop its Logan’s Run age limits?
Obsessive YouTube spelunkers (or regular Popwatch readers) may have already come across the hugely popular viral video of Susan Boyle, the sweet, gray-haired lady in question, whose mumsy exterior belied the choir-angel pipes she displayed in her version of Les Miserables‘ "I Dreamed a Dream" (the clip isn’t embeddable, so view it here).
In her performance last week, Boyle turned the room from sniggers and eye-rolls to honest, heartfelt amazement on a three-minute dime, prompting judge Amanda Holden to proclaim: "I honestly think that we were all being very cynical, and I think that’s the biggest wakeup call ever." And Simon, who actually called her extraordinary ("Susan, you’re a little tiger, aren’t you?"),let his face split open into a wildly unfamiliar expression one can only call genuinely joyful.
Idol‘s age-range limits, now stuck at a solid 16-28 since being expanded in 2005, would put Susan a good two decades out of the running, but as the small-town single lady (she reportedly has never been kissed, and lives at home with her cat, Pebbles) would likely be the first to admit, she’s kind of a late bloomer.
And if the show can go for other so-called gimmicks (Legally blind! Dreadlock-y! Bikini auditions!), why not take a chance on a more mature contestant? Would it be so different from America’s Next Top Model planning a full season of shorties? Or is this silver-haired slope just too slippery?
One Foot in the Grave, the warped little anti-folk record that Beck put out immediately after hitting crossover pay dirt with 1994′s Mellow Gold*, has always had a special place in this fan’s heart. So I’m very pleased that Beck is gracing us with a deluxe reissue tomorrow, featuring the full album plus 16 bonus tracks. Stereogum is streaming one of those previously unreleased bonus tracks now. It’s called "Teenage Wastebasket," and as you might expect if you’ve ever heard One Foot in the Grave, it consists of two parts morbid deadpan lyrics to one part barely-in-tune picking. Fun stuff. Head over to Stereogum to hear "Teenage Wastebasket" now, then weigh in: Are you looking forward to the deluxe One Foot in the Grave? Or is there another Beck rarity that you’d rather see return to print?
*Bonus LOL: EW’s original review of Mellow Gold pegged then-newcomer Beck’s sound as "a cheeky mix of Ray Stevens,Falco, and the Beastie Boys." Not entirely off-base!
Friendship with Twilight dreamboat Robert Pattinson has its privileges. Twenty-two-year-old singer-songwriter Bobby Long met the then-struggling actor a while back at the popular London open-mic Up All Night, and the pair quickly became close; since then, the 2008 release of the film soundtrack’s spare, gravelly ballad "Let Me Sign," sung by Pattinson and penned by Long and friend Marcus Foster, has suddenly catapulted Long into a whole new world of Twi-fans and frenzied media attention.
On a visit today to EW’s offices, the lanky, swoopy-haired Brit talked to us about his upcoming American tour dates, and the hazards of ancillary — if still white-hot — fame. "Rob gets it 99 million percent more," Long admits, "but it’s still mad. He and I went to the premiere in London together, and he was just getting molested right and left. For me, it’s clearly not as extreme, but it’s still amazing to watch. And you know," he adds with a laugh, "there was free booze everywhere, so we got quite drunk and I just kept bothering the guy from Superbad, McLovin’. He was very nice about it."
Long — whose stripped-down, acoustic style recalls many of the artists he professes to love, including Elliott Smith, Ryan Adams, and the Felice Brothers, as well as more classic acts like Gram Parsons, Bob Dylan and the Beatles — would prefer to be known strictly for his music, but he admits that a gift horse’s mouth is a tough thing to look into: "Twilight has given me an amazing opportunity, and beggars can’t be choosers. I mean, it’s gotten me to New York for the first time, and I love it here already. Though I have played a few shows where I worry for certain females in the audience. Sometimes they get so shaky, and I’m like, ‘Are you OK? Do you need some water?’"
Stateside fans will get their first chance to see him in person this week in New York, before he travels on to Nashville and Los Angeles for several more showcases and meets with a cadre of eager major-label reps (manager Phil Taylor says nearly every A&R guy in the business has contacted him over the last few weeks, though he has yet to sign with any of them); a longer, multi-city US tour kicks off July 30 in Dallas.
In the meantime, you can stream several songs on his MySpace page ("They’re very homemade," Long admits good-naturedly. "You can even hear traffic sounds from outside my bedroom window on some of them."), or download the popular track "Left to Lie" on iTunes — and tell us, what do you think of Mr. Long? Will you be seeing him on the road this summer, or saving your money for New Moon tickets?
I have no idea. But I’ll tell you what’s really interesting: He chose a song that others wouldn’t. He’s a guy who, for whatever reasons in his personal life, is somebody who obviously is listening to stuff that isn’t necessarily on pop radio. He’s aware of stuff that’s sort of in the more artsy, kind of obscure world. If he pulled a song out of the obscure world and got a word-less standing ovation from Simon and that triggered Entertainment Weekly and the AP to call the guy who they didn’t even mention on the show, then there’s certainly something going on.
If there’s any justice in the world, You Can Have What You Want will make Jason Robert Quever an indie-rock star of at least a moderate order. The San Francisco singer-songwriter’s third album under the name Papercuts is his strongest effort yet, enveloping Quever’s yearning vocals and folk-rock chord progressions in rich layers of shoegaze-flavored fuzz. Surely it can’t be much longer until a wider audience starts discovering the talent that led Devendra Banhart and Andy Cabicto sign Quever to their Gnomonsong label, and Music Mix-approved bands like Grizzly Bear and Beach House to tour with him. Can it?
You Can Have What You Want goes on sale tomorrow. In the meantime, you can stream its gorgeous title track right here at the Music Mix. Check out "You Can Have What You Want" below and let us know what you think of Papercuts’ music, whether it’s a new discovery or an old favorite for you.
When I chatted with her at SXSW last month, Annie Clark played it coy about the video she was about to shoot for her single "Actor Out of Work": "If I describe it, it’s going to sound really cheesy, but hopefully it’ll turn out very well," Clark (who records under the name St. Vincent) laughed."You’ll just have to see it. I’ll just have to see it to be able to describe it, I think."
Now that the video has finally hit the Web, we can all see and describe it to our heart’s content. Short summary: Clark sings "Actor Out of Work" to a group of underemployed thespians, each of whom spontaneously freaks out and bursts into tears in turn. That’s not quite the reaction I have to this song — mine involves less weeping, more "rock on!" hand gestures — but hey, to each his or her own. Check out the video below and start getting psyched for St. Vincent’s excellent Actor, due May 5.