A few minutes ago, my co-worker, who's a shreddy guitar goddess, and her supervisor, who sits on the other side of the cube wall from me, were trying to figure out a song.
"Cindy! Do you know this?" I think that's what they said; I can't read lips, and my I had my music up too loud.
"Wha?" I said as I peeled off my headphones.
"Do you know that song that goes '[gong noise] Boyyyyyyyyyyyy... [gong noise].'"
"Book of Love. "Boy." It's about a fag-ette who wants to go to the gay bar but can't get in, 'cause she's 'not a boyyyyyyyyyyyyy...'" I sang that last bit.
"Seriously? I didn't know that!" [NB: I only know this because Pinkie told me, actually.]
We proceeded to sing the first verse or so, dorkily.
"Cindy always knows every song!" the guitar goddess chirped to her boss, who was seriously impressed.
That's right. Apparently, I know at least some section of the melody and lyrics of like, every pop song ever written -- and can fake my way through the rest. Surely I should be able to monitize this skill, right? Right?
Book of Love -- Boy
Book of Love -- Boy (Peter Rauhofer Remix)
This is probably old news, but John Cale has a blog!
John Cale -- Graham Greene
Sometimes the press releases that arrive in the inbox are too good to be true.
Once upon a time, the clotheshorse bassist (always in some variation of leather-and-eyeliner) and the former fashion model/CEO (who spent a lot of time in her signature ads, it seemed, jetsetting about, flanked by men ordered out of International Male catalog) met under a big top tent -- and well, magic happened, or something.
Yes, Nikki Sixx, of Motley Crue and Kelly Gray, the former face (she's been deposed by Angelina Jolie) and former CEO (she's been deposed by a leveraged buyout firm) of design house St John (they, however, are still making overpriced, conservative suits favored by ladies who lunch and get shit done) have started Royal Underground, a "high-end men's clothing collection with a distinctive rockstar vibe," available for purchase, if you're so inclined, at Nordstrom, Neiman Marcus, and Bloomingdales this holiday season. (A big step up, to be sure, from Mr. Sixx's previous fashion venture, Dragonfly...)
Needless to say, we think this is terribly, wonderfully excellent news -- seriously, check out the site!
Yes, Mr. Sixx is still the best-preserved member of the Crue; yes, Ms. Gray still models and does fashion executive things at the same time. And, well, it kind of looks like they're stupid in love as well. (Which is really freakin' adorable.) Well, maybe -- they're very careful to gush platonically about each other in the text of the site (probably because Mr. Sixx is probably still in divorce proceedings with former Baywatch babe Donna D'Errico -- she filed in May, citing irreconcilable differences), but the pictures hint at something a little deeper. (As does the PAPER blog...) And, well, Mr. Sixx gave Ms. Gray a Holga camera as a gift, and as we all know -- that's totally a sign of L-U-V love if ever there was one.
Motley Crue -- Kickstart My Heart
Yes, they're the buzziest band on the Internet this week -- but can they do it live? You be the judge. To me, they have that same churny, distancing precision machine feel of Bloc Party live -- as if they're having fun, but not really...
Klaxons -- Atlantis to Interzone (Live on the Zane Lowe Show 10/10/06)
Klaxons -- Atlantis to Interzone (XFM Session)
I think my pal Jere, who is truly a connoisseur of girl groups the world over, told me about Nylon about a year ago. They're a perfectly polished girl group from ... Iceland! Smashing! Here's their next single, a perfectly polished Eurythmics cover, and an old fave as well.
Nylon -- Sweet Dreams
Nylon -- Dans Dans Dans